The Legacy of a Starman
Chapter 14
Ten years have passed.
Ford and I married according to his native planet's traditions about three months after we left Earth. The ceremony took place in the city of his birth. Our father attended along with his wife. Several of the family's friends and our father's military comrades joined in. The ceremony was short, well attended, and joyous. A reception was held immediately afterwards where well-wishers could talk with us, eat food, drink adult beverages, and enjoy each other's company.
In the evening after the reception, there was a special post-nuptial observance that Ford had warned me about. Attending were fifteen gay men, including the newly-weds. We were required to strip off our clothes and consummate the marriage by fucking and breeding each other. But first, we had to stand before these men and make additional vows about our relationship, all of them salacious and funny. Ford's dick was rock hard when the second ceremony started. I was so nervous that I was limp. However, after gazing on the assembled group of naked men, my dick rose to the occasion.
We were required to fuck in front of them as they crowded in. There wasn't a particular protocol that we needed to follow as to who got fucked first, but Ford whispered that he was about to burst, so I readily agreed to bottom for him immediately. On my back, Ford pushed my legs into my chest and ate out my asshole for as long as he dared. His quickening breathing told me that his face would soon be replaced by his hard dick.
My gaydar was perfect. Ford pulled his face from my ass and shoved his dick in. We'd been fucking long enough that I could take him easily now in one long plunge up my hole. We fucked face to face while our group of special friends jacked their dicks and sprayed their loads over us as we coupled. Some popped early and coated us generously with their sperm. Others held off so they could watch me breed Ford later. They didn't have long to wait.
Within seconds of entering me, Ford's dick swelled and jerked rapidly. His heavy balls convulsed and blasted rope after creamy rope of his jizz into me. We kissed passionately as his muffled bellows of pleasure coaxed several men to paint Ford's back and ass with their male juices. Ford pounded my hole, spraying his baby-making sauce as deeply as he could. I knew he was good for several minutes of fucking, despite his climax. But, I also knew that I was very close to my climax, so I warned him that I needed to breed him very soon.
He quickly obliged me by pulling out and flipping on to his back beside me. I rolled on to my hands and knees and started to eat out his delicious ass. Several times, I moved to his leaking dick and cleaned it off, savoring the delicious tastes and aromas of his cream and my hole. The men surrounding us were as well hung as I was and two were at least as big as Ford. And I smiled broadly when I noticed that when they pounded out their loads, those loads were every bit as copious are ours are.
But, eating out Ford's ass couldn't last. I was constantly on the verge of pumping out a load. With minimal warning, my nuts tightened, and began my inevitable climax. I slammed my dick hard into his ass. He winced slightly, but held my hips against his ass, begging me in a very load voice to breed him. I didn't need the encouragement and neither did the men encircling us. Several of the men who had sprayed Ford's back earlier had recovered enough to spray mine now. The rest pounded out a huge flood of man cream, coating us liberally in their essence.
I kissed their warm, creamy juices from Ford's face and shoulders as my dick pounded away on his ass. Ford brought fingers full of the men's jizz from my back and ass and fed it to both of us. That wasn't strictly allowed, but no one objected.
Pulling out of his ass, I started to felch out his hole, delighting in the taste of his ass and my nutt. Immediately, Ford turned beneath me and commenced felching out my well-drilled ass. The crowd of gay men cheered. Evidently, that was the signal for them to join in.
Ford warned me several weeks ago that when gay men marry in their culture, they are to be made to fuck and breed each other in front of their gay male guests. I was looking forward to that when Ford added that the invited guests would add their essence to the fucking couple with fresh sprays of cum. That has been going on for centuries. But, the newest addition to the tradition allowed the invited gay men to enjoy the new couple's sexual talents as well.
So, after I pulled out of Ford and we began felching each other, the randiest of Ford's friends lined up to fuck and breed us. After we stopped felching each other, another group sat on our hard dicks and rode us to another climax. As we were able to recover in about ten minutes (as were they), everyone had a hard dick and plenty of sperm for us. Of course, we were felched deeply after each breeding. Even after our years together, Ford and I could handle only one load before our asses started to leak cum. That didn't stop some of the men from fucking us right after another man had pulled out. Another man obligingly slipped beneath us and licked up any sperm that began leaking from the hole that we being fucked again.
We fucked and got fucked by every man there at least once. The sun was just cresting over the horizon when the last man left. I'd never been fucked by so many gorgeous, well-hung men in my life. Ford and I were all smiles. We resolved then and there to go to the sex club on Earth that we'd frequented regularly and take on as many men as we could. This had been a LOT of fun! I didn't know I had that much "slut" in me. I knew Ford did, though. I think I surprised both of us with my wanton, hungry behavior!
After we showered, we received multiple messages from the men who had nutted on us and in us. All of them said essentially the same thing. "The next time you are apart, look me up. I'd love to fuck with you, again." The messages were addressed to both of us. We replied to the messages that the next time we are on Earth together, they could have both of us. Earth doesn't seem to have any problem with gay men fucking around with other men, if the partners don't object. Ford knew that most of the men were Earth observers and knew what we meant.
So, here we are, ten years later. Ford and I are still married and very much in love. Our sex life has only gotten better, if you can imagine that. His military duties have propelled him into higher and higher ranks. He has been assigned to three different ships in the intervening years, each time with a promotion. I was able to be with him on each ship. And I was able to assist in the medical facilities on the ships, as much as I could. When I first tried to exercise my medical skills, I felt like a prancing witch doctor with no idea what I was doing. Consequently, I was closely monitored and tutored in the finer points of advanced medicine. They had gadgets, potions, medicines, pills, non-invasive surgeries that humans could only dream of.
But, by the end of those ten years, I was an accomplished adjunct to the medical team aboard our last post. There were still procedures that I didn't feel qualified to perform, but most of the medical appointments were easy enough. The truly difficult ones were left to the head of medicine on board. I assisted every chance I got. I needed the training and observation to gain their confidence and expand mine. So much of what they did was by a medical bed that scanned and diagnosed maladies and trauma. Their medical skills were so high that they could almost always save the patient and any limbs or organs they may have lost. Re-growing tissue was simple for them. Even if the patient was clinically dead, they could be resuscitated, if the patient was put in stasis soon after clinical death. That gave the physician time to make all the necessary repairs before reviving the patient.
However, there were still pathogens that even their medicine had a hard time combating. Those bad bugs may have been benign in their native worlds, but they could be deadly to off-worlders. Major medical facilities on the very advanced planets were always working on cures for those pathogens. Even aboard ship, we had a lab and diagnostic equipment that often did cure a new disease. All was not trial and error to find a cure, though. If they could identify the pathogen, their nano-bots would quickly eradicate them. The initial problem was determining the true nature of the pathogen, if it were a living organism. If it were environmental, there were other nano-bots they could use to target a basic chemical or element in the environment that was causing the health issue. They weren't always successful, but their cure rate did exceed 99%. Any doctor or hospital would be delighted with those results.
And we were fortunate that most of our work aboard the Galaxy Class ships was dedicated to exploration, not combat. That's not to say that the three empires antagonistic to the Alliance were always benign. The Supernova class destroyers were our first line of defense against belligerent adversaries. Two of the three empires were very aggressive, but were easily beaten back when they pressed on our frontiers. Our powerful weapons and defenses easily overwhelmed them. After two incursions within the last ten years, they retreated to lick their wounds. New treaties were drawn with stiff penalties prescribed if they violated the terms. The Alliance had the firepower to enforce those provisions. Any rogue elements of the empires would be severely dealt with. If the empires didn't do it, the Alliance would and the empires wouldn't enjoy the consequences. Policing their own military was clearly to their benefit.
However, one empire, the Kroxor Hegemony was about on par with our level of technology. By nature, they were an aggressive, militaristic society. The battle engagements were usually won by the Alliance. The Hegemony's tactics were blunt and brutal. That consistent weakness was ruthlessly exploited by the Alliance. At the rate they were losing ships, the Hegemony was headed for second class status with the very real possibility that they'd be over-run by other neighboring empires. It was clear that they had not made friends or alliances with other groups. They were universally loathed.
But, all of that was well beyond the areas that our exploration ships cruised. Our general task was to explore our quadrant of the galaxy and survey each star system for habitable planets for colonization or for inclusion in the Alliance. Other planets, such as Earth, were monitored as they slowly moved toward being space-faring worlds, but were not contacted until they had star-drives. We always looked at planets that weren't habitable for oxygen breathing beings to see what kind of life existed in those extreme environments. It was nearly universal that planets had some form of life on them. It wasn't usually space-faring or what we would consider intelligent life, but it was life by a broader definition of the word.
Most of the ships in the Alliance were staffed by beings from individual civilizations. Beings from other planets would frequently serve on alien vessels for educational and cross-cultural understanding. A few of the beings on our vessels were more of a composite of artificial parts and native flesh. They would have computer enhanced brains or augmented limbs for added strength and dexterity or some combination thereof. Others operated as a duet or trio to perform functions with their own internal language and understood gestures.
All beings in the Alliance were given an implanted, translating device. It was always tiny and implanted near their hearing orifice. The device worked off the individual's body energy and rarely failed. I learned many words in my father's language, with Ford as my tutor, but still relied on the implanted translator for most conversation. However, I never did quite master Ford's and my father's native language. I'd make some faux pas that would translate into something I didn't mean, but was hilarious to native speakers. Ford always told me what I'd said and then practiced with me to get the correct pronunciation nailed down. He wasn't always successful, but no one thought less of me because of my fractured language skills. They always applauded me for trying. "It's a difficult language, even for us," Ford often reminded me.
We didn't' fuck with other beings. When a mated pair was together, they were expected to fuck only with each other, unless they were physically separated by the vastness of space. Ford and I would have gladly fucked with others, but the taboo was so entrenched in this society that we knew we'd endanger Ford's career if we did stray.
But, we'd secretly agreed that if we ever got back to Earth, we would live by the customs of that planet, which included extra-marital affairs. We frequently recalled fucking with one hot man or another that we'd met in our modeling work or at the sex clubs. That always led to another breeding session with us. Now, Ford and I were able to breed each other without having to make a mad dash for the bathroom or insist on a face-sitting session after fucking. That's not to say that we didn't felch each other after a good fuck, but it wasn't necessary. However, if a second fuck session happened soon after the first one, our love tunnels couldn't accommodate the excess sperm-loaded cream. Felching or a dash to the facilities was required then.
As I pointed out earlier, more than ten years had passed since I left Earth. The assigned monitors of Earth's progress reported dutifully about Earth's progress or lack thereof. I was very interested to read the reports and fill in Ford where I thought the report lacked appropriate detail and context. He always forwarded my thoughts to the Exoplanet Directorate where our father was the current deputy.
I was most intrigued by the discoveries of the space probes that the United States had named "Kepler" and the "James Webb Space Telescope" as they had made discoveries of thousands of planets. But, it was the James Webb vehicle which was able to discern planets with atmospheres compatible with life similar to that found on Earth. The first planet with the right characteristics was just over 100 light years away. The telescope was able to confirm atmospheric pollution caused by a manufacturing society. As it was so far away, Earth was seeing what that planet had been doing 100 years ago. No one knew when or if they would become space faring. Perhaps, by now, they'd blown themselves up.
However, the Alliance knew the planet very well. The inhabitants had solved their pollution problems several centuries ago, bringing the detected pollution down to nearly zero currently. Earth was fortunate to have detected the levels that they did. There was considerable naysaying from the conservative, religious people on Earth, but they were rapidly becoming just a vocal minority. Nearly everyone was delighted that there were probably other intelligent beings in the galaxy. Little did they know that the number of intelligence races was a staggering count.
The Exoplanet Directorate hadn't lobbied the Alliance in centuries to make official contact with any emerging civilization before they had star drive. And the Alliance didn't think that Earth was ready. Earth didn't have a unified government yet and they were far too violent. I wondered if Earth would ever be ready due to the violent nature of so many humans.
Ford and I considered several options to reverse the violence of humans. But, each idea had negative consequences we couldn't control. Using the crystals to change human nature had so many drawbacks and no reasonable delivery system that we had to discard that one, too. If Earth was ever to be part of the Alliance, they had to understand the consequences of their current trajectory. The Alliance would still be safe from any violence that Earth could project, simply because of the distance and no delivery system. If they knew what wonders and opportunities were out here in space, they just might rise up against their violent leaders and push them aside for more reasonable and reasoned leaders.
I suggested that to Ford, but he said that something of that nature had never been done for a planet as developmentally backwards as Earth. Of course, I bristled at that. Just because they'd never done it didn't mean it wasn't the right choice. With some trepidation, he forwarded my suggestion on to our father at the Exoplanet Directorate.
A month passed with no response, not even an acknowledgment that it was received. The first thing we heard was that we were asked to take the earliest possible transport to headquarters. Both of us were instructed to be there, ready to discuss and defend my proposal. Other aliens who had been monitoring Earth would also be invited (mandatory) to attend. The orders made it clear that if we weren't there in three standard days, the proposal would be shelved.
As commander of the ship, Ford had ready access to a shuttle that would get us to the Directorate headquarters in less than a standard day. After a quick dash back to our quarters, we grabbed enough clothing and other personal hygiene items to last a week. If we needed more than that, we'd purchase it. With Ford at the helm of the shuttle we departed the ship, leaving the First Assistant to continue our journey of exploration.
We arrived at the Directorate and checked in with our father. He was all smiles when he greeted us. "You've stirred up quite a storm with your suggestion, Mike," our father said. "This argument for planets similar to Earth hasn't been raised in centuries, but you hit it hard. Several of the elder statesmen on the Council were eager to challenge the status quo. As you're a native of Earth, you have a unique perspective on what the issues are. Truly, if Earth knew of the vastness of space and the number of sentient beings in the Alliance, they could very well change their violent ways. But, you're going to be up against inertia and hard-core traditionalists."
"May we speak with the other beings that have been monitoring Earth to see how they view Earth's chances of changing and being an excellent member of the Alliance?" I asked.
"Only a few have arrived," my father stated. "The remaining monitors are scheduled for later tomorrow as they are travelling at super speeds from Earth. But, it wouldn't hurt to start early, planning your strategy to overcome entrenched objections. I'll be happy to sit in as often as I can to give you a taste of what you're up against."
"Do you really think we have a chance?" Ford wondered.
Our father nodded. "Yes, a chance, but you'll be in the minority. Even if they don't adopt your proposal, it will have broken the ice. However, on a more positive note, if they weren't willing to consider your suggestion, you'd have already been turned down."
By the end of the following day, we had all the monitors on our side. They thought to a person that it was ridiculous to not let these advanced societies remain ignorant of the existence of other intelligent and benign space-faring races. Several of them volunteered to lobby the members of the Council that they knew. If they couldn't get their vote, they would contact their governments to see if the Council member could be directed how to vote for our vision. This was hard-ball politics and I knew how it worked on Earth. We might have similar results with the Council.
We were given one hour to make your best argument. But, there were constant questions and interruptions from the panel. They had already received a synopsis of the major points we were making, plus the objections of those who didn't wish to change the policy. Some of the policy questions were aimed at us, but many of those questions were answered by other members of the Council. The negative members were not swayed by our arguments, but other members teased them about their old-fashioned notions and their inability to change with the times.
One of the Council members convincingly argued that if the planet in question was far from becoming a space-faring people, the harm to the rest of the Alliance was as close to zero as any threat could be. "We aren't giving them technology or any assistance in understanding rapid space travel. We are simply demonstrating that they are not alone in the galaxy. Nothing more, nothing less!"
"But, they could discover it at any time," cautioned another member. "Is it wise to let them know of the existence of other civilizations for them to conquer?"
"I do believe that the Alliance could defend itself," an aged member responded with a sardonic smile. "The planet could easily be blockaded, never allowing them to venture beyond their star system."
"And if they truly did become a threat, there is always the distasteful solution of obliterating their capacity to manufacture space-faring vessels," added another Councilor.
"Technology has consequences as does aggression against your neighbors," intoned another member. "We have faced greater threats than this."
The leader of the Council closed the meeting and dismissed us. Despite the agreed one hour for the discussion, this policy change was of such significant importance that the Council wouldn't move to the next agenda item for nearly two hours more. We asked our father when we should expect an answer. He only smiled. "These things take time," was his enigmatic answer. Ford had no wiser counsel than our father.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. The Council's silence disappointed me.
Seeing my unhappiness, Ford suggested that we volunteer to be observers on Earth again. I loved the idea, especially because I'd love to see my mother again and my step-father. We sent the request to our father. Our request was granted, but would not be acted upon until one of the existing observers finished his assignment. We would replace him in three more months.
Meanwhile, our father had to find a new commander for the ship. Ford recommended his First Assistant. The Directorate agreed that he'd be a fine replacement. We left the ship two weeks later and returned to the Directorate. Ford was assigned the task of summarizing observer reports for the Council, while I was assigned to the Medical Sub-Directorate to research cures for newly discovered diseases. Planets were constantly being surveyed for plants and microscopic fauna that could serve as cures for conditions we were unable to tame. I found the work fascinating, but I really missed the clinical side of practicing medicine and seeing real patients instead of tedious lab work.
Finally, I mentioned my clinical frustrations to my supervisor. As I was not serving in the military, nor was a native of any planet in the Alliance, I was ignored. After I mentioned his attitude to my father, I was granted a clinical patient load. It was what I wanted, but I was not prepared for the reluctance of my assigned patients to allow me to examine them. They didn't think I knew anything about their physiology. I pointed to my certifications on the wall and the support of my father. I didn't mention the familial connection, though. I knew my dad was well known and respected throughout the Alliance. His near celebrity status gave me the edge I needed. After treating them, I received quiet acceptance of my medical skills. If there were any chance that I was missing something, I would refer them to another physician for additional consultation. In the few months that I was a practicing clinician, none of my diagnoses was declared incorrect or incomplete.
Nearly a year had passed since our presentation to the Alliance Council. Our reassignment to Earth had been delayed, too. Finally, our father drew Ford and me into a private meeting at our father's domicile. "This is strictly off the record," he cautioned. "You are leaving tonight for Earth. Several other observers will be with you. Your assignment is to gauge the reaction of the inhabitants of that planet to the announcement that they are not alone."
"How soon after we get there does the announcement happen?" I wondered aloud. "And how can you reach everyone? There are many cultures around the world that have no access to electronic media."
"The fleet will arrive about a month after you get to Earth. And when the broadcasts begin, we want hourly updates for the first three days. After that, we'll want updates every two hours until further notice. We know that news cycles are around the clock, but you only need to report on your part of the world. Other observers will be reporting from elsewhere. We have tripled the number of observers for this event. All have been trained to be unobtrusive and to fit in," he revealed. "As to reaching all inhabitants? Well, that's just not possible. However, where there are wide areas of electronic deserts, we will have small ships and shuttles broadcasting the message in the local languages. We will reach as many people as we can, but there is no guarantee that everyone will hear the message."
"Will there be more than an announcement made about how well populated the galaxy is," Ford asked, "more than you're not alone?"
Our father smiled. "Yes, we will be offering technical assistance for reducing their pollution levels, and environmental degradation, plus suggesting ways to control their population explosion. We will not be telling them what to do, but will remind them of their future trajectory if they don't save themselves."
"The religious freaks will have a total melt down about reducing the population," I observed.
"That will be up to the society to determine how to manage that. All we can do is demonstrate how short-sighted that is," my father replied. "Perhaps knowing that other cultures and beings exist will convince them that their religious views are bogus."
"I wouldn't count on that," I muttered.
"This type of cultural change is never easy," he responded. "I would expect it to take several generations to get the population back to a sustainable level. Until they discover rapid star travel, renounce their violence, and have one unified government, they won't be part of the Alliance, anyway."
"Will they be told that?" Ford asked.
"After they understand that this is a galaxy full of other life, we will let them know how they can petition to be part of the Alliance and what the conditions are for admittance," our father replied. "But, that conversation is several months away. We need complete and accurate feedback from our observers to decide when that event occurs. Meanwhile, we will monitor Earth for the hoped-for changes."
"I have to assume that the presence of observers will not be revealed?" I hoped.
"Correct. We've learned from our mistakes," he responded mysteriously.
Despite the many observations and cautions I wanted to add, I finally kept my mouth shut. The Alliance had encountered many civilizations before and had successfully integrated them. However, those beings were already star travelers with a planetary government and knowledge of other civilizations among the stars. This was new political territory for the Alliance. I hoped that Earth was up to the task, too, and didn't make a mockery of my plea to change the thinking of the Alliance about emerging civilizations.
It was nearly three weeks before our shuttle landed on Earth. In fact, there were several landings of cloaked craft. Nearly 50 men and women were scattered around the world to monitor the reaction of the Earth dwellers. Our starship remained invisible in orbit. The shuttles would be used later to broadcast the momentous message to areas of the globe that had few or no electronic devices to pick up the broadcast. Additional starships would arrive within another month to beam the greetings from the Alliance to all corners of the world.
We would be notified when all was in readiness. Meanwhile, we were to assimilate and blend in. The condo that Ford had purchased on his last visit to Earth was being used by other observers. They were also a gay couple. Because the condo was spacious, we were never atop each other or got in the way of each other's assigned tasks.
Ford and I spent several hours with my mom and step-dad. They were delighted to see us, but wondered aloud several times why we'd come back. We told them that all would be revealed within the next month.
Meanwhile, we searched for several of our friends from nearly 12 years ago. We found all of them and arranged time to spend in their beds. All of them had husbands now, but that didn't stop any of them from including us in their sexcapades. With the "scourge" eliminated, they were eager to bed down with two hot men with big dicks. None of them mentioned how much we hadn't changed in the last 12 years, but the curious looks asked the question anyway. We didn't volunteer any information.
And you know we had to spend several delightful evenings at the sex club. The sex club had expanded into the neighboring businesses. It now took up the entire block. All the fetish rooms had been expanded as well as the showers and the bar. Three bartenders were required for the massive crowds of men in need of liquid refreshments that didn't come from a hard dick. We were every bit as popular now as we had been years ago.
Ford wondered if we should connect with our former modeling boss, but decided that we didn't have the time to devote to modeling. Our tasks were clearly lined out and we needed to focus on that alone. However, I did wonder if it would be a good idea to travel internationally, just to see how the world was reacting to the impending earth-changing news, rather than get the reactions from isolated individuals. I suggested that in a coded communication to our father, but he reserved judgment on that. Perhaps after the news was out, it might be worth reconsidering.
We noticed that the worldwide temperatures had continued to creep up and storms were reported as more violent. Areas of the world which usually experienced monsoons on an annual basis now found that they weren't reliable or were late. Some places were getting more precipitation than ever before. And there was a great deal of speculation about the Gulf Stream collapsing with all the fresh water pouring off Greenland. Methane levels were increasing at an alarming rate from the oceans as well as the tundra. The world was finally taking notice of global warming, but was still unable to reach a conclusion about how to fix it. All of this had been reported by Alliance observers over the last 12 years, but it was still shocking to witness it first-hand.
But, what we found most intriguing was findings from the James Webb Telescope in conjunction with the radio telescope at Arecibo. Faint radio signals were coming from the areas where postulated inhabited planets demonstrated the probability of an industrial society. The computers and linguists couldn't make sense of the radio transmission, but they were periodic and definitely not from a natural source. This dual discovery had everyone talking and speculating as to the nature of the beings that probably inhabited those planets. It seemed that nearly every day another discovery of similar nature was made and announced. However, the distances were still enormous, so the possibility of contact with any of those societies was remote. The closest and newest discovery appeared to be over 56 light years away.
Most of the reasonable questions centered around what kind of beings were they? And why hadn't we been contacted yet? But, most of the concern was about the aggressiveness of those societies. Most felt that there was no chance that Earth had any defenses of any kind that could withstand an invasion of a more technologically advanced force.
However, most felt that if we hadn't been visited by now and hadn't been taken over, the others were probably benign or didn't consider us worth dealing with due to our primitive society and lack of space-faring vessels. And there was always the speculation that we had already been visited and they were still sizing us up for harvest! The crazies were having a field day. The most frequent speculation was about the little, grey men with big, black eyes that so many UFO believers were certain had conducted experiments on mankind already. There wasn't any way to combat that kind of wacky talk.
The true of the matter is that little, grey men and women do exist. However, they aren't a space-faring race and have no interest in other cultures. You could most accurately describe them as xenophobic. They wanted nothing to do with the Alliance or any other grouping of cultures. They merely wanted to be left alone. So, any earthly "encounters" with these little, grey men is pure nonsense. However, earthly "encounters" have occurred in the past with aliens. They were poorly recorded and badly misunderstood. As far as the Alliance knows, no alien has every left behind any artifacts or writings. No alien has encouraged or taught humans how to do anything. These "encounters" were always observational in nature and never interfered in the natural progression of the species. But, there could have been other alien interactions that the Alliance doesn't know about. However, those are problematic as Earth is so far inside the Alliance territories that it is almost impossible for any space-faring beings to have ventured that far out of the ordinary space lanes. It just doesn't make sense.
The Alliance has, however, had observers on Earth for more than 100 years. They were withdrawn during each of the World Wars, for fear of being discovered and used for nefarious ends. In the last 50 years, the number of observers has steadily increased as Earth showed more promise. As with any emerging civilization, Earth has issues that will keep them out of the Alliance in their current condition.
While we waited for the fleet to arrive and begin our observations of Earth's reaction to the historic news, Ford and I spent every evening and some afternoons at the local sex club. It seemed that no matter what time we arrived, the place was always busy. Weekends were incredibly popular. Men couldn't get rooms because they were all taken, so they fucked in the hallways, and anywhere else they could find space for two or more men to couple and swap sperm.
Ford and I always fucked each other before we left for the club. We wanted to take the edge off, but it never worked. By the time we got to the club, we were as randy as billy goats. About half the time, we were able to secure a room. We'd ask one of the attendants to put us on the list, just in case a room became available. That didn't always work either. Most men spent several hours there, especially in the evenings and on weekends. So, if we didn't get a room right away, we seldom got one later.
On one particular weekend night shortly after our arrival back on earth, we thought we'd arrived early enough, but we hadn't. No rooms were available. So, Ford and I walked around for a few minutes to gauge the type of men in attendance. Two of the bartenders wanted to fuck with us when they got their breaks. We promised to look for them later. The sling room was packed, even though there were more than a dozen slings. All were busy and had a waiting line to fuck the sling occupants of five or six men. The glory holes were all busy. The orgy room was so packed that you couldn't squeeze in if you had Crisco spread all over your body.
Ford found a startlingly handsome man in the hallway that pulled him aside and begged Ford to fuck him. Not wanting to wait my turn, I looked down the hallway and saw the back of a hot stud less than ten feet away. His shoulders were broad, his back muscled, and his ass was the quintessential bubble butt. What attracted me to him besides his obvious physical attributes was cum leaking from his ass and coursing slowly down his left leg.
I moved in behind him and nuzzled his neck and whispered in his ear, "You have a hot ass, Man! And I'd love to be the next man to breed you." He reached between us and aimed my dick more directly at his asshole. I'd already been pressing my fat dickhead between his hard, white buns. As I pressed more firmly against him, he bent over slightly. The man giving him a blowjob protested softly, but didn't stop trying to get this man's nutt.
I slid in deeper and he moaned with pleasure. "I love a big dick in my ass," he sighed.
"I hope you like big loads, because you're about to get the biggest load of your young life!" I murmured, trying very hard to hold back my impending climax.
"I want as much nutt as you can spray up my hole. I love cum!" my benefactor promised.
I slowed my thrusts, but it didn't matter. His perfect ass munched and sucked on my hard, long dick and brought me to a shattering climax seconds later. As I bellowed out my squirts of jizz, he bent over farther and held on to the head of the man who was blowing him. As my climax peaked, he discharged his load into the happy mouth of his sucker. The three of us moaned with abject pleasure.
"You may need to hit the men's room after I pull out," I warned. "I wasn't kidding about how much juice I spray."
I felt another man behind me. "I'll take care of any overflow," he whispered in my ear. He repeated his promise louder to the man I'd just bred.
A few minutes later, the guy who'd been blowing him pulled away and stood up. He kissed the guy I'd just fucked and smiled at me. "I'd love to clean your dick off when you pull out of his ass," he suggested. "I love cum in any form from any orifice. If that guy behind you hadn't stepped in, I'd have felched out our friend here when you pulled out." I pulled out and stepped aside. There was a rush to lap up spilled nutt from the fuckee's ass and clean off my dripping dick.
With a smile on my face, I went looking for Ford. He'd hinted that he'd likely spend time in the sling room as a top and as a bottom. I didn't see him there the first time I made a loop around the facility and thought this would be the right time to look again. But, I got no farther than the next corner.
This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe.
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