The Legacy of a Starman
Chapter 7
Ford didn't have long to wait. With his tongue up my ass, I was so turned on that I wanted to fuck him a few minutes later. But, I was enjoying his lingual skills so much that I delayed the fuck that I knew he wanted. I bent over and sucked his dick while he worked into my asshole as deeply as he could with his tongue.
His dick was getting hard again, but I didn't think my nearly virginal ass could take another pounding right now. But, my dick was leaking precum and was hard as steel. "You ready for another breeding?" I asked.
In answer, he pushed me off his face and pulled his legs into his chest. "Load me up, again," he smiled.
I tried very hard to delay my climax as much as I could. Several times, I admonished Ford to stop working my dick with his ass muscles. He always stopped that when I asked him to, but moments later, his ass was at it again. The deep breeding was inevitable. With shouts of mutual joy, I blasted another heavy load up his ass. He tried to keep as much of my sperm inside him as he could; but the moment I withdrew, he made a mad dash for the bathroom.
When he returned, he asked, "Are you sure you only squirt out a cup of your jizz when you fuck me? It feels like a lot more when it comes out."
"We'll have to measure it someday," I deferred. "But, I'd much rather pump it up your ass than into a measuring cup."
"So would I," he agreed with a big smile. He pushed me down on the bed and sat on my face while he sucked my dick. Less than five minutes later, I was hard again. The man does inspire me!
As much as I wanted to load his ass again, I thought his ass tunnel could use a break. So, I rolled away from him and asked, "How did you get started in the modeling business?"
"Are you sure you'd rather talk than breed me again with your big dick?" he wondered.
"I don't think your ass can handle that much fucking right away," I suggested. "Isn't it a little sore?"
"Your creamy sperm lubes me up really well, so my ass doesn't mind having you inside me. I'd be up for your dick up my hole all the time you wanted to breed me," he smirked. "We'll have to try that when we get ready to sleep. You fuck me, breed me, and leave that monster up my hole while we sleep."
"It sounds good, but I think my babies will make themselves known and you'll need to abort shortly after I breed you."
He thought for a moment. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"However," I smiled, "I wouldn't say no if you suggested that your donkey dick rested in my ass after you fuck me. So, how'd you get started in the modeling business?"
Ford paused a moment to think. "Well, it did start as a lark," he began. "A friend's family had a clothing store and had been using their kids as models for the store. When they met me, they suggested that I'd be perfect for it, even though I didn't look anything like them. We were the same general skin tone, but I was so much taller and muscular and older than all of them, except for my friend."
"What kinda clothes were you modeling?"
"Summer clothes mostly. But, for beach wear, I had to put on baggy board shorts. Bikinis showed off way too much dick. My friend tried to help me there by sucking me off, but that didn't take enough starch outta my dick. So, he wore the men's bikini and I did the baggy shorts."
"Just how big are you when you aren't hard or getting hard?" I asked.
"About seven inches, I guess. I've never really measured."
"I'd love to know, but now isn't the time," I observed as I hefted his growing dick.
"Being near you, I always want sex. So, my dick responds," he admitted.
"And I like that," I smiled as I stroked it to full hardness. "I just wish I could take it more often."
"I still like blowjobs," he grinned. So, I gave him another blowjob while I sat on his face. I'd figured out weeks ago that if you sat on his face, he shot his load quickly. And I did love sucking his dick and getting my reward. After I swallowed his load, he pushed me off his face and pulled his legs into his chest, again. "You know I need it. Please?"
I had to smile. My dick was hard and hungry to blow another load up his manhole. If he could take me again, I was more than willing to fill him up once more. I loaded his ass two more times before we decided that we needed sleep.
In the morning, he needed another breeding. I was happy to oblige. In the shower, he tried to fuck me again, but I was too sore from the last time he'd done it. It wasn't a total failure though. He did manage to slip a couple of inches beyond the big head of his dick and climax another nice load inside me.
After we dressed, he made me breakfast. I had no idea he had that level of skill in the kitchen. He created eggs benedict and made the sauce from scratch. That was accompanied by a cup of assorted fruit and hash browns that he also made. For his culinary skills alone, I should reconsider my notion about not getting involved romantically with him. But, his perfect body and enormous dick already had me in his corner. Besides, he's a really great guy to be with even when we weren't fucking. Clearly, I was smitten.
As we made plans for the day which included some time at my new gym, his cell phone rang. From his expression, I knew it wasn't happy news. "Yeah, okay, I'll be there," he sighed. "Everything arranged?" He shrugged at the answer, looked over at me with a smile, spoke a few more words and hung up. "Another shoot in Europe. It starts on Tuesday, but I need to leave today, so I don't look like a raccoon when the shoot starts. Jet lag makes you look old, wrinkled, and saggy," he commented.
"I have to assume that means no gym time," I responded. He shook his head to the negative. Ford had to pack a bag, gather up his travel documents, and get to the airport about noon for a 1:30 flight.
"A car is coming to pick me up. I'll drop you off at your house on the way to the airport," he offered.
"Isn't that out of your way?"
"Not if I say it isn't," he smiled. "But, I will need another hot fuck before we leave." Graciously, I agreed. The car arrived at noon as scheduled. "Call me on Skype," he said, handing me his Skype address. I scribbled mine down and gave it to him. "I'll give you a call tomorrow morning, your time," he proposed. "There is a nine hour difference."
Minutes later, the limousine pulled up in front of my house and I got out, but not before Telford Graham gave me a monster kiss. We smiled stupidly at each other and then I exited the car. He patted my ass as I got out. "Keep that safe and ready for me," he smirked. "You know how much I love to eat that black ass of yours."
"If you're very good, you might get to do more than eat it," I tossed over my shoulder. I looked back in time to see his dazzling smile as the limo pulled away.
I took a couple hours in the afternoon to hit the gym. While I was there, I bred one guy before my workout and had a three way with another two guys afterwards. I loaded one ass while the other guy sucked off the guy I'd been fucking. Afterwards in the showers, I talked at some length with the guy that I'd wanted to fuck, but didn't. He said he didn't get fucked, but loved to eat ass and suck dick. I talked him into going back into the steam room where he blew me and I sucked him off. Not a bad afternoon, I said. That was three more patient zeros I'd just created.
That evening, I went to the sex club again. After sharing my sperm with almost a dozen men, I went home again. I was wondering if I were overdoing it. About half of the men at the sex club that evening were men I'd already had sex with. Maybe I should cut back my time there to one night per weekend. I could rotate the days, so that the people who always went on one of the weekend days wouldn't be there on the other two.
And the gym could be my daily outlet. I was certain that there wouldn't be as many repeaters there as there were at the sex club. However, I wouldn't know if that was right until a few weeks had passed.
Meanwhile, I studied for my classes, read the assigned chapters, and aced the tests. I had baseball practice nearly every evening after school, plus a game or two each week. We were good, but not that good. I was a pretty good first baseman, but if my team couldn't score, we were doomed to finish out of first place.
Sunday morning, I was in my room working through some calculus problems. The Skype program on my computer sounded. I bounced off the bed and raced over to answer the call with voice and picture. Ford's smiling face beamed back at me. After the usual pleasantries about his flight and his hotel, he said, "I want to show you something." He stood up, pulled down his pants, turned around, and bent over. With his two big hands, he spread his ass cheeks. His hole winked at me. "He misses you," he sighed. I burst out laughing. "You think my ass is funny?" he asked in a laughing tone.
"No, Ford," I replied, hardly able to keep from laughing even more, "I think your ass is beautiful, just like the rest of you." I noticed my crotch had tightened in my pants. "You wanna see what I really think?" I said mysteriously. He turned around and sat in his chair. His questioning countenance was intrigued. I stood up, pulled down my pants, and my hard dick sprang up. I squeezed the big head which produced several drops of clear precum. "My dick wants to slide into that pretty hole of yours," I whispered huskily. I stroked myself several times.
"Are you going to cum for me?" he asked. I nodded with a wicked smile. "Can you get a measuring cup?" I looked surprised, but nodded again. "Do it! I wanna know just how much you nutt in my ass when you fuck me." I pulled up my pants, stuffed my hard dick down a pants leg, and crept into the kitchen. I found a two-cup, glass measuring cup. I grabbed it and raced back to the bedroom. After dropping my pants again, I stroked slowly on my dick. "Cum for me, Baby!" he moaned. I could see that he was playing with his dick, but not as furiously as I was.
We teased each other for several minutes, before I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed the cup and moaned loudly. Ford moved closer to the screen. With a muffled cry of pleasure, my dick jerked and began spraying out another monster load of creamy sperm. I aimed at the bottom of the cup and cut loose. My load jetted hard into the cup, threatening to ricochet up the sides of the measuring vessel. But, after several squirts, the volume in the cup kept the new sprays from jumping over the lip of the cup.
"Fuck me," Ford whispered. "No wonder it feels like Niagara Falls pounding up my ass when you nutt. That's a huge load!" My climax was waning, but I continued pounding my dick, wallowing in the pleasure it gave me. When I stopped jerking my dick, I checked the contents of the cup. I held it up to the camera and smiled. "That's about a cup and a third of amazingly creamy sperm," Ford marveled. "How is that possible?"
I shrugged, unwilling to reveal my alien heritage. I smiled, "Is that a complaint I hear?"
"Hell, NO!" he retorted instantly. "I love it. I just wish I could retain more of it."
"Maybe you need more practice," I grinned.
"You know how willing I am."
We talked about the shoot and how long it was going to take. He didn't know yet what kind of clothes he'd be wearing, but as it was probably for a fall and winter catalogue, it would probably be heavy clothes. He also didn't know if the shoot would be inside or outside. He was hoping for inside because of the warm spell that Europe was experiencing.
He'd worked with this clothing company before and they didn't spare any expense. So, if he was going to model winter clothes, they might take the models up to some permanent snow fields to shoot there. Right now, though, he didn't know who else was on the shoot. Of course, there would be women and some men. They were all professionals, so he hoped there would be little attitude and complaining about conditions.
Ford didn't know how long the shoot would be. But, he promised to Skype me every couple of days. We decided that 7:00 a.m. was a good time for me to Skype with him. The next time we communicated, he would know what the schedule was and where the shoot would be occurring. He did say that if he didn't call within five minutes of 7:00 a.m., that I shouldn't expect a call that day. They might be out on the shoot, or there was no internet access where he was staying in the mountains.
I didn't tell him that while I was at the sex club on Saturday night, I'd bought a dildo that was a little smaller than my dick. I figured I'd use it on myself while Ford was gone, so that when he got back, I could more easily take that donkey dick of his up my ass. That was the plan, anyway. So far, it wasn't very comfortable. I tried it in the morning and twice in the evening each day. Progress was slow, but I was getting more of it in me nearly every day.
Not every day at the gym was a success, either. Some days, there were too many straight guys hanging around. Other days, there was no one of interest. I knew I was supposed to be spreading the cure, but I did have my standards, low as they were.
Two weeks later, an exhausted Ford returned from Europe. He was badly suffering from jet lag, so he begged off seeing me until the weekend. He picked me up Friday evening. We went to dinner at an Italian place that he raved about. He was right. The food was excellent. He steered clear of the cream sauces and skipped dessert. He had to be careful with his diet or he'd not be marketable anymore as a model.
Back at his place, we went directly to his bedroom. "I've missed you," he said again. "I was thinking about you most of the time I was in Europe. I wanted your big dick up my ass with those monster loads you shoot."
"And I've missed your hungry manhole, too, Ford," I smiled back. "But, tonight, I'd like to have you fuck me first. I know you're enormous, but I gotta make this happen."
He grinned back at me. "What position?"
"Get on your back and I'll try to sit on your dick," I answered. He suggested that we 69 first, with his tongue up my ass and my mouth on his horse dick. Of course, I agreed. We spent several minutes servicing each other, but he had to push me off his dick several times to delay his climax. "I'm supposed to cum in your ass, remember?" he reminded me after one very close call. "I can't hold back much longer."
"In that case, let's get started," I agreed. He grabbed the lube from the drawer in the bed stand and applied it generously to my ass and his big dick. I swung a leg over his hips and faced him. He positioned his monstrous breeding stick against my back door. I sat back gingerly and relaxed. His dickhead slipped inside me. He looked up at me, surprised. "I really want you," I responded to his look. More inches disappeared up my ass. I grinned down at him, again. More than half of his giant penis was inside me now. I added more lube to his disappearing dick and my asshole. At last, I felt the tight, curly pubes of his crotch, brush against my bubble butt. I tried to sit back more, but couldn't get that last inch inside me.
"This is amazing," he said. "You've been practicing?"
"Only with daddy's helper," I smiled. "You're the only one who has tapped my ass."
The last inch slipped in and I sighed with a sense of accomplishment. The feel of his pubes grinding against my asshole made my week. "Let me know when you want to get fucked," he said breathlessly. "Your ass is so tight that it won't take much to make me nutt."
"I'll be doing the driving tonight, Sir," I suggested. "You just sit back and enjoy the ride." I wiggled my ass, but didn't do anything to dislodge the depth that I'd obtained. His big dick felt enormous inside me. As I slowly fucked myself on his massive fuck stick, he moaned with pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum!" he announced, trying to hold back the sperm tide. His dick jerked deeply inside me, spraying warm nutt deeply. "Take it!" he bellowed. He tried to fuck me, but I was sitting hard on his hips, not allowing for more than an inch of in and out motion. My ass muscles worked on his dick, massaging and stroking it as best I could. This was new to me, so I wasn't sure I was doing it correctly. However, judging from his frantic attempts to breed me as deeply as he could, I decided that my skills as a bottom were good enough.
When his climax ceased, he grinned up at me. "You have the best ass I've ever fucked. Not only is it hot and gorgeous to look at, but you're a natural at stroking the dick that's fucking you. That's not a skill you can learn very easily. Most men can't do it," he said.
"I wasn't sure I was doing it right, but your reaction as you shot your load confirmed that what I was doing was pretty good," I replied.
We spent time talking about the latest photo shoot and the people who were with him. Sheepishly, he admitted that he'd had someone to warm his bed every night. He said he wasn't looking for bed partners; they just happened to follow him to his room. I had to laugh at that. The guy is a sex magnet. In that environment, he would have a lot of admirers. Some, he said, were men that he'd played with before. A few of them were locals that he'd met when some friends went out clubbing with him. "Besides," he said, "I knew that your randy dick would be breeding as many men as you could find at the sex club here."
I couldn't disagree with that notion. However, I did tell him that I was cutting back to just one night per weekend. Also, I revealed why. He smiled at that. "I'm sure you've had the same experience," I said. I didn't mention my activities at the gym.
He nodded. "Yeah, if I go too frequently, it's the same guys I've already fucked or fucked me," he sighed.
After a couple more breeding sessions, we slept. In the morning, he made breakfast again. This time it was a special kind of Belgian waffle with sugar beads in the batter. It was amazingly good. But, I had to get home and finish up some homework and prepare for finals at school. Graduation was approaching and I needed to keep my grades high or my college might withdraw their approval to attend there this fall. I had been selected Valedictorian for my school, so I had to prepare that speech as well. I had something in mind and had created an outline. I needed to fill in the details before the event, or I'd look like an ass in front of all those people. I asked Ford if he'd like to be there. He jumped at the chance. "Are you sure you don't have someone else that ticket should go to?"
"I get four tickets," I replied. "My parents get two and that leaves me with two more with no names on them. My grandparents live across the country, so they won't be attending. They said they were waiting until my college graduation. So, can you make it?"
"I'll let my agent know that I'm not available on that date," he promised. "And by the way, do you have a current passport?" I shook my head to the negative. "Then, get one. I want to take you to Europe this summer as a graduation present."
I was stunned. "That's expensive. Are you are you want to waste money on this kid that you barely know?"
"Your college is paid for with the scholarship, except for some incidentals. So, you don't need to work this summer," he reminded me. "And I have something else in mind that I'm working on that involves you. But, I'm not ready to tell you what it is, yet."
Unable to pry out of him what he was going to do later, I went home and started in on my homework. When that was finished, I worked on my valedictory speech. Satisfied that it was finished, but needed a little polish, I put it aside. What had been working in my mind was a series of questions for my alien father, or at least questions to address to his hologram. I'd been preparing a list, but they needed organization. I thought that I had clarity today, so I pulled out the box and turned on the hologram.
"Hello, Michael," the image said. "How have you been?"
I told the image about what I was doing to spread the cure and that I'd met someone that I thought was an amazing man that I was enjoying in bed and otherwise. The image smiled at that. I added that I was finished now with my speech for graduation. He was pleased and very proud that I'd been chosen when I'd revealed that to him last month.
"I've never really asked questions about you, Dad," I finally got to the point. "How far away is your planet from here?"
"Where I'm stationed when I made this hologram or where I was born?" the image responded.
"Well, let's start with where you were born." He named the planet, but it was nearly incomprehensible. "And how far is that from here?" I pressed.
"In light years, it is about 265 light years away."
"How long does it take you to get from there to here?"
He rattled off some words that I didn't understand and then smiled. "In your terms, it would take about a week. However, I didn't come from there to visit your planet."
"Where did you come from when you visited Earth?"
The image hesitated a moment. "I suppose there is no harm in revealing that information to you. There is no one you could tell it to that could use it," the image replied. He named another planet, which I also couldn't understand.
"How far is your home planet from that planet?"
"A few of your hours away, by space craft, of course," he smiled.
I checked my list of items to ask, but there was another question niggling in my brain that was bothering me. "I have to assume that you are part of some planetary alliance," I began. He nodded. "Does it follow that you have other groups of planets that aren't friendly to your alliance?"
Again, he paused. "Within this galaxy, there are many factions, empires, republics, federations, and shifting alliances. We are one of many."
"Without saying it, you are implying that there is danger in the Milky Way," I concluded.
"Yes," he revealed. "The galaxy I refer to is what you call the Milky Way."
"Are you currently waging war with any of those factions, or do you have a treaty or truce in place?"
"There are defined borders or boundaries," the image replied. "Occasionally, we find that there are disputes about some planets in some systems that are claimed by more than one group. That can lead to tensions which we hope to resolve through diplomacy. We haven't always been successful."
"Are you a soldier, then?" The image nodded. "What was it that you were doing when you crashed on Earth?"
"It was a survey to see how Earth was progressing. At some point in your future, you will be asked to join our alliance. We would offer protection from marauding space pirates as well as incursions from other alliances. The latter isn't seen as a problem, because you are far from any disputed territories. But, you're planet isn't ready yet. You don't have a unified world government, nor are you sufficiently advanced in your view of the possibility of other intelligent beings."
I sighed. He was correct on all counts. If only there was some way to keep the stupid from getting into positions of power. Ignorance can be fixed with education, but deliberately stupid despite clear evidence to the contrary only begets more hatred and fear. "I wish there were something I could do to fix that," I moaned. "Wouldn't an extraterrestrial visitor help fix that?"
"That has been discussed many times, but our conclusion remains the same. You still haven't shown the progress that you need to toward a cohesive, just society. Your apparent solution to all international problems is more war. You need to get beyond that. Your United Nations was a good idea, but it had no enforcement powers. Therefore, it is a failure.
"They do some good," I blustered.
"Yes, in terms of humanitarian aid, they do good work. But, your basic problem remains the same. You see war as the solution to everything."
"Instead of world wars, we are better now, so that they are regional or smaller," I protested weakly.
"And we are pleased that you haven't destroyed yourselves with your nuclear weapons," the image allowed. "Yet!" he added.
"Do other civilizations go through the same problems?"
"Generally, yes. And many don't survive their nuclear age. Others make a mess of their planet through environmental degradation that turn their planets into a wasteland. Usually, their planet heals itself, but only after the so-called intelligent beings die back to a number that is small enough that they no longer have an impact on their ecosystem."
"Is there anything I can do with these crystals that you left me to fix our problem?"
"I can't advise you on that. It is forbidden to interfere. Fixing your problems must come from within, not through trickery from the outside."
"But, a cure for cancer or HIV isn't?"
"Those are cures that you would have discovered soon, anyway. Societal changes take more determination and time. However, you could be part of the solution. Perhaps, you are the catalyst that will pull your world in the right direction. You have demonstrated your humanity with what you have already done with the crystals. A lesser being would have used the crystals for their own advancement and fame."
"Do you really think I can do it?"
"You can do anything you set your mind to, Michael," the image smiled. "It is up to you."
"Changing the subject completely, do you have other children? Do you have a wife or more than one? Have you ever had sex with a man?" I asked.
"We have male and female as you understand in my species. My first spouse was killed on a distant planet we were trying to save from a race of beings that are like the locusts of your planet. They strip everything living from the planet and move on to the next one that's ripe for ravaging. We were able to stop them there, but the cost was dear. I have four children, plus you, Michael. Three are boys, one is a girl. All of them are from my first spouse," he smiled fondly.
"Are they older or younger than me?"
"My girl is the eldest. The three boys follow. The oldest boy is in the diplomatic corp. The other two followed in their father's footsteps and are in the military."
"Are any of them married with children of their own?"
"Three of them have spouses. Two of them have progeny. The youngest has had a string of close friends, but nothing that would compare to matrimony."
"Dad, just how old are you?"
The image smiled. "In your measuring system, I'm 84 years of age."
"Wow! I thought you were in your 30s, despite my 18 years. How long does your species ordinarily live?"
"Our lifespan is usually around 350 years. However, military service can shorten that. So can being on the wrong planet when attacked by an aggressive alien race," my real father explained.
"Is there a chance I will meet any of them or see you in person?" I wondered.
"I will mention you to my family when I return. Two of my sons in the military may be close to your solar system at some point as their duties dictate. I will ask them to take shore leave, if it is allowed by their commanding officer," he promised.
"How old are they?"
"By your measurements, my boys in the military are 52 and 45. However, they have the physical characteristics of a male on your planet of someone in their early 20s or late teens."
"Would it be too much to hope that one of them is gay?"
The image smiled. "No. It wouldn't be too much to hope."
This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe.
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