Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2008 20:26:06 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Knowledge, Chapter 6

					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.
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