Knowledge

Knowledge

Chapter 6

The tax accountant appointment was a bust. He gave us the same general alternatives that Ed had at the bank. But, my mind was still in a whirl. Where did all this income come from? What about taxes? He couldn't answer those questions, of course, but he did suggest that I contact my broker. Yes, I did have a broker, but that was for my paltry monthly deposit into an account which was invested for me. Considering my age, the broker had suggested that I could be fairly aggressive as the county already would provide me with a comfortable retirement income. So, he'd suggested this meager, brokerage money that I'd been depositing was really "play money".

The broker's office was only a few blocks away, so we walked there. I asked to see him, giving my name to the receptionist. He greeted me like I was a long lost, wealthy relative. "You've certainly done very well this year," he began. "I turned your wishes over to one of our stars and he did a wonderful job of investing your funds for you." Evidently, someone had played quite well with my funds. "Each time you made a profit (which was often), he held back funds for taxes. When he reached the magic $27 million, he cashed you out, per your instructions, and deposited the proceeds into your checking account. Sorry about overshooting the amount by another $700,000."

"I told you the amount?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," he grinned. "It's all right here, e-mail and all, directing the amount and destination of the funds."

The alien smiled. It had worked wonderfully. He'd covered his track admirably. DeWayne said, "Looks all legitimate to me."

"I suppose," I muttered.

"Would you like to open another account or place some of the funds back with us?" he broker begged.

"Uh, no," I answered warily. "I need to think about this for a while before I make any more financial moves. May I have an accounting of my accounts activity?"

"Sure, but didn't you get the quarterly statements?" the broker asked as he pulled another file from his desk. "I'm sure they were sent." He paused a moment. "Oh, a note in the file says to only send annually or when the target has been met."

When we were back out on the street, I turned to DeWayne and asked, "What the fuck's goin' on? I did have a small amount in my brokerage account, but how could it have grown so enormously in such a short time?"

"Good investment strategies, evidently," DeWayne shrugged.

"Yeah, fuckin' AWESOME strategy," I replied. "I wonder who that guy was that did the investing for me. I should thank him."

"I'm sure he's put some of his own money in the same places you did, so he's already been thanked," DeWayne parried.

"Do I dare spend any of this?" I asked rhetorically. "What if they want it back and I don't have it?"

"The bank and the broker agree. The funds are yours," DeWayne pointed out.

I shook my head warily and wearily. "I don't get it. This must be a very elaborate practical joke, but I haven't a clue who might have done this to me."

"Is this not a good thing?" DeWayne wondered innocently.

"The money is a great thing, but the way that I got it is so bizarre," I replied. "It just doesn't seem real."

"Well, let's go back to your place and give it more thought. Perhaps, something you said or did has escaped you," DeWayne offered. "Memory is an odd thing."

"I think I'd have remembered this!" I retorted hotly. "This is so fuckin' strange."

"You may not have considered it important at the time," DeWayne countered. "But, they sure did run with it."

"Did they ever!"

When we returned to the house, a messenger letter was propped up against the front door. It was from the bank. "Maybe they figured out the mistake," I sighed.

"Just open it and be happy," DeWayne suggested.

I tore open the envelope and scanned the three pages of figures. "Not a mistake," I sighed, again. "Just Ed telling me what alternatives I should consider." I sat on the living room sofa and buried my head in my hands. "This is all so sudden."

DeWayne sat next to me and rubbed my shoulders. I leaned into him and re-read the letter. The alien touched my mind again, planting a small memory of giving the brokerage the instructions. While he was at it, he added the reasoning for the $27,000,000 cash out figure.

"Ya know," I began. "Looking at this figure, I do recall saying something about fifty million before taxes. That $27,000,000 would be just about right."

"Ya see!" DeWayne smiled. "Locked away in your head was a small detail that didn't seem like much, but it certainly ballooned into something wonderful."

"I gave them a target of $50,000,000. I was JOKING! I set it so high because I knew they couldn't reach it. But, I guess I did say it," I smiled. "Maybe it's all mine!"

"So, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Do what I said I'd do: pay off my mortgage, my parents' mortgage, help out the twins, maybe with a big down payment for their own home, and some money for charity," I replied.

"Who will you give money to?" DeWayne pressed.

"I haven't decided yet, nor how much," I said. "First, I need to know how much my mortgage balance is, how much Mom and Dad's mortgage is. Then, I can parse out some funds for the boys as well as how much that leaves me for charity. There are many worthy ones in town." I grabbed the phone and asked for Ed. I'd decided (while I thought about paying off mortgages) to go with the plan we'd discussed at the bank, with the additional idea of holding out $744,000 instead of only $44,000.

He looked up the mortgage account balance. I wrote it down and asked him to pay off the mortgage today. He asked me to come down and sign more papers to move the $27,000,000 to bonds. I agreed to walk down before the bank closed at 5 p.m. Hurriedly, I made a phone call to my boss to let him know that the whole banking thing was taking far longer than I had estimated it would. I asked him if he had time for me the next day on his schedule. He told me his schedule's first opening was at 11 a.m. I promised him I'd be there.

After we returned from the bank where I'd signed reams of paper, DeWayne pulled me into the bedroom. "I need to give my parents a call and give them the good news," I smiled as I kissed him again and then pulled away from him. He looked crestfallen. "But, that can wait for a while. I have other things on my mind." I slowly pulled his clothes off as he did the same for me. We kissed more ardently, anticipating the hot sex that our stiff dicks demanded.

DeWayne rolled on top of me and I lifted my legs. His leaking dick found my asshole and rubbed precum generously about the puckered opening. "You need to be seeded again, doncha?" DeWayne smiled down at me. My fingers found his deep ass canyon and tapped his tight hole. "And you gonna do the same to me, I hope?" he added.

I smiled and nodded. "You can bet on it!" I purred. "But, I need your baby gravy first. Everything has been a whirl about me in the last few days, but you have been the one, steady influence that's kept me centered. And I love how you make love to me, DeWayne. My life has more purpose now."

"And what is that purpose?" DeWayne smiled as he pressed his monster dick up my ass.

"To make babies with you for the rest of my life," I laughed as my ass muscles clamped down on the invader and chewed on it. "You feel so good inside me."

"Isn't there more than that?"

"That'll do for the immediate future," I sighed contentedly. With my legs resting on his shoulders, his hips rhythmically pump my love tunnel. Between kisses, his sighs of pleasure made me smile and work my ass muscles even more. Pleasing this man is what I was born to do.

I felt him shudder and saw him grimace. "Ah, FUCK!" DeWayne murmured. "I can't hold back."

"Give it to me! Seed me," I begged. "Go deep and paint my ass walls with your dick gravy. Give me a huge load, DeWayne. Fuck me GOOD!" I felt his dick jerk and swell inside me. I knew he was nutting, just by looking at his face. But, I could also feel the warm discharge from the end of his thick, long dick deep inside me. The harder he fucked me, the more I wanted him. His lower abs rubbed against my nuts as he slammed harder and faster into me. I was teetering on the edge of my own climax when DeWayne pulled out more than half his dick and slammed back into me. He savaged my prostate twice in less than a second. It was all over. I was gonna cum and knew there was no way to stop it.

"Gonna nut, DeWayne," I whispered hoarsely, and bucked beneath him, alternatively getting deeply fucked and fucking his abs. My juice jetted hard and sprayed his granite pecs, splattering as high as my chin. More long-dicking from him caused more juice to squirt from my black hose. My toes curled and my body shook with each new climax wave. I couldn't get fucked enough or nut enough baby gravy. I didn't care that I was coating us with sticky cum. I wanted his baby juices and was more than willing to starch our abs together to get as much of his cream into my deep man tunnel as I could.

After his climax waned, I held on to his ass, hoping he'd stay in me a little longer and more of his essence would drain into my thirsty ass. He kissed me tenderly, allowing his hips to slowly continue their fucking motions. I reveled in the feeling of being possessed and used by him. I'd have gladly written him a check for half of my millions on the spot as a reward for his incredible love making. Eventually, he pulled out of my very wet ass. He licked off the dick gravy from my abs. I moved him in to a 69 so I could lick him off as well. His face moved lower. I knew where he was headed and eagerly raised my legs again. He buried his face in my ass and licked and sucked out as much of his dick sauce as he could. Considering how hard he'd shot his load up my ass, there wasn't much for him to salvage.

But, he did kiss me afterwards, so I could mix the taste of his load with mine. We kissed again and lay together. He looked over at me and touched my face tenderly. "You're an amazing man."

"Not nearly as amazing as you are," I rejoined. "You make me so happy. I love you, DeWayne." The alien frowned slightly. "Is there something wrong?" I asked. "I shouldn't be happy? You don't love me back?"

He smiled and touched me again. "No, nothing like that," he assured me. "You don't really know me, yet you are willing to love me. That is hard to understand."

"Love is always hard to understand, to put in works, to rationally analyze," I sighed. "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Not at all," the alien smiled. "You really don't know who I am."

"You're not married, are you?"

DeWayne laughed. "Not even close."

"Then, what is it?"

"I need to, uh, tell you something that you may not understand," he began. "You probably won't understand the telling, so I'll do it a different way," the alien said. He reached out and touched my mind.

My eyes closed. I relaxed. Images of alien worlds and beings, feelings of love for me, and a sense of longing that was so powerful I nearly fainted. The images faded and I opened my eyes. He was smiling at me. "Hold on to those images while I fill in some narrative," the alien began.

"You created those images in my mind with just a touch?" I fumbled.

"Shhh," he said gently. "Listen. I am not of this world. I came here to understand your world and the beings in it. You are a very complex, savage, yet somewhat civilized race. Other beings have visited here before and told me of you. I thought to study you more closely by becoming one of you for a while. But, it didn't turn out the way I'd expected it. I truly care for you. That has never happened before in the millennia of years that I've existed."

"What are you?" I asked in wonder.

DeWayne smiled. "I am pure energy. I don't have a corporeal body as you do. I took this form to more readily study you, to understand you."

"You sure did a good job at the corporeal part," I grinned, hefting his very large dick that continued to leak cum.

"I used DNA from your hairbrush. In a way, I'm you."

"But, we aren't identical," I pointed out.

"No, we aren't," he smiled back at me. "I made a few minor alterations. Seeing a clone of oneself can be very unsettling."

"The voice of experience?" I suggested.

"Perhaps," he allowed.

"Are there other beings like you?"

"Yes."

"And they also explore the galaxy as you do?"

"The universe, actually. And yes, in their own way and for their own purposes. But, we must never violate our reasons to exist. We mustn't change the direction of a race, civilization, or a life- form," he added.

"Uh, how would you do that? You've already changed my life."

"Yes, I'm afraid I have. The whole money thing is my doing. But, the falling in love, well, that just happened. I hadn't planned it, but it happened anyway. Part of the problem with interacting with other species, I guess. It's never happened before to me, so I thought it never would. Oh, how wrong I was."

"You touched my mind and added images and ideas," I mused. "Can't you also take some away?"

"The dangers are too great. I can take away images, but the whole experience of interacting with me would require changes that go far too deeply. You, no doubt, would be injured in a permanent fashion. Besides, there's a very real possibility that when I'd go that deeply into your mind, I'd inadvertently plant other images that you shouldn't have that would change your world and not for the better," DeWayne admonished. "And there is the additional problem of your brothers. They would also have to be 'adjusted'. Your banker and broker would be a little easier as the interaction was on less than a personal level. But, as I shared DNA with your brothers, that has put them at nearly the same risk as you are. I just can't chance it. As you can see, you are the biggest problem. We have shared much more than I did with your brothers."

"What can we do then?" I asked.

He smiled at me. "I love how you did that. 'What can WE do then' you said. I don't know what we can do about it right now. I'll have to think about it."

"I can keep my mouth shut," I offered. "I won't tell a soul," I promised. "But, we'll have to create a very believable background for you."

DeWayne held up his hand. "That might work in the short-term, but I think you may have forgotten that I have already lived many millennia and plan to live many more. You have a lifespan much shorter than that," the alien pointed out. "What about when you age and eventually die? I won't have aged a day."

"Can't you age your body, too"?

"Yes, I could, but that begs the problem. You will die and I will live on without you."

"Can't you take me with you?" I begged. "This is totally stupid of me, I know, but in only a few days, I have grown to love you more than life itself."

The alien was startled by the suggestion. He could, in fact, take him with him when he left this planet. Not his body, of course. That would die. But, the essence of the man could journey with him for the rest of his very long life. This was a possibility that he'd toyed with in his vast mind, but not entertained seriously. He'd not attempted it before, but knew from others of his kind that it had been done before. With John suggesting it, the alien would think on it more.

"And I have come to love you, too, John," DeWayne agreed. "What you ask is possible, but is many of your years away. You are yet a young man." He smiled at the loving man lying next to him. "But, you can never breathe a word of this to anyone, not ever your family. Inadvertently, I may show you things you shouldn't know, things that are too powerful for a world as primitive as yours to prudently and benignly use. The very notion that your species isn't alone in the universe would be world-changing. Your brothers, for instance, are very bright. One is a mathematician, the other a game theorist. Just a word or phrase from you could unlock vast amounts of power and understanding of the universe that your world is not ready to have or able to use wisely. You are still a divided world."

"I can keep silent," I promised. "We will only discuss that knowledge when we're alone. All other interactions will be about us and our travels. After all, you have the experience (as you've said travelling this world) and I now have the money. We'll concentrate on that."

"I will need occasional guidance from you about your societal nuances," DeWayne warned. "I can read about it, but experiencing it is something else altogether. Your people have a way of expressing themselves that can be so odd to an outsider and your play on words is most difficult to comprehend."

"I can help in those situations. We can easily explain it because you aren't from around here. You were schooled overseas where you weren't around our peculiar phrasings," I offered smiling at my clever suggestion.

"Are you sure you can love an alien?"

"I'm enamored of the physical person. Yes, I readily admit that. But it is the personality beneath the veneer that I love," I explained, fondling his thick, slightly tumescent dick.

"And I love your genuine innocence, how readily you've accepted me into your life."

"Now, let's call my parents and tell them the good news!"

This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. ALWAYS play safe. Constructive comments and observations to blackhunk33@yahoo.com