Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 10:40:33 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: The Legacy of a Starman, Chapter 1.

The Legacy of a Starman

Chapter 1


	My father was always a mystery to me.  Whenever I asked my mom
about him, I always got a vague answer.  She would say that they loved each
other, but, he had to leave before I was born.  However, she found someone
else soon after my father left and married him.  My step-father always
treated me well, even though I wasn't his son.  And my mother and her new
husband never had any children together.  It wasn't from lack of trying,
though.  I could hear them through the thin walls of our home when they
were playing "hide the sausage" in the late evening or early morning.  My
mother's noises indicated that she enjoyed the sex and my step-father's
bellows when he climaxed could probably be heard in the next county.

	And before you ask, yes, he has a big dick.  I've never seen it
hard, but I have seen it in his tight pants when it was hard and it is a
big one.  When I hit puberty and my dick grew and I put on 6" of height in
one year, I was beginning to wonder if my step-father was really my father.
Our bodies were similar as was coloring and general facial features.  Maybe
they were trying to keep the fact that they hadn't married until after I
was born.  That would make me illegitimate, I guess.  I'm not sure that I
care either way.

	Anyway, when puberty hit, I couldn't believe how much muscle and
height I put on.  And my dick swelled and lengthened until I had a hard
dick that was 10" long and 6" around.  It also had a big head on it and was
straight as a steel rod.  At the age of 16, I was 6'4" tall, weighted about
220, and had packed on some sculpted muscle.  I didn't work out very often,
but my step-father urged me to use the weights in the basement when he did,
so I got good instruction and encouragement.  My mother and step-father are
blessed with good genes and light-chocolate skin.  I have the same traits.
That's another reason I thought my step-father could be my real father.

	I'm very athletic, but not very skilled.  I play on the high school
teams for football, basketball, and baseball.  I'm passable as a soccer
player and okay on some events in track and field.  I do well enough, but
I'm sure not going to turn the heads of the athletic scholarship scouts
with my skills.  Besides, my heart isn't in sports anyway.  I'm more of a
science geek.

	And, I'm not straight.  I've had fantasies of being with other boys
since I was about 8 years old.  I thought about playing with my
step-father's big dick a lot during my teen years.  But, I found boys my
own age who enjoyed playing around with me, so I lost my sexual interest in
my step-dad.  Shower time after our practices and games were a feast for
the eyes.  There is a great deal of hot teens on our high school teams.
I'd love to fuck most of them.  But, I've been very discreet and have only
played with a few.

	But, what has surprised me is the amount of jizz that I shoot when
I hit my climax.  Each jerk of my dick sprayed out a fire-hose of sperm.
By the time I finish jetting out cum, I've soaked or filled whatever I'm
near.  And I shoot hard, usually spraying over my head.  When I was 16, I
measured the volume.  It was a full cup of dick gravy!  And like nearly all
teenage boys, I'm always horny.  I can nutt several times a day with the
right stimulation and each climax produces another brimming cup of baby
batter.  Most of the time, it's a solo session.  Once in a while, I'm able
to talk a friend or two into a circle jerk or a one-on-one blow.

       I was a senior in high school before I tried fucking another guy.
It was the most intense climax I'd ever had.  The guy I was with was from a
nearby college and was three years older than me.  The ease with which he
took me showed me that I wasn't his first fuck.  The intense pleasure it
generated in my balls and dick drove me into a fast ejaculation within a
minute of slipping my dick inside him.  He was delighted with the amount of
sperm I pounded into the condom and wanted me to fuck him again.  Within 10
minutes, I was up and eager to repeat my earlier performance.  He loved the
second loaded condom as much as the first one.

       So, every week after that for the rest of my senior year, we found
time to fuck in his apartment.  Sometimes, he'd suck me off, but we always
ended our time together with a hot, deep fuck up his ass.  We had both been
tested, so he made sure that we fucked bareback after the first time.

       On the days I hadn't scheduled time with him, I had a couple of
friends at school that enjoyed sucking me off.  I sucked them off, too, but
I never got the quantities from them that I gave them.  Even with that
additional fun, I never got enough sex.

       For my 18th birthday, my mom and step-dad had a quiet party for me
with a few of my friends and our neighbors.  After all the good food and
presents, everyone else left, leaving just the family.  My mom gave my
step-dad a signal and he left the room.  She pulled a small box out of
drawer.  It was metal with elegant engravings all over the cover.  "Your
real father left this for you with instructions that you should receive it
on your 18th birthday.  I don't know anything about the contents.  He said
that you'd know how to open it and wanted you to demonstrate your good
judgment and humanity with the contents.  I don't know what he meant by
that, either," she shrugged.  She stood, handed me the box, and turned to
leave the room.  "He also said that no one else can be nearby when you open
it."

	That left me even more mystified.  What could possibly be inside
this box?  Why did he tell Mom that she had to wait until today to give it
to me?  Maybe, there will be a message inside telling me more about him and
why he had to leave.  I wasn't going to find out anything sitting on my ass
in the kitchen.  I picked up the box and walked into my bedroom, shutting
the door behind me.

	"Okay," said sighed aloud.  "How do I open you?"  I picked up the
metal box again and ran my right hand over the top surface.  It was warm to
the touch.  Using both hands, I felt along the sides, front, and back.
There were no obvious releases.  I turned it over.  The surface was
engraved, but was different from the top.  "Hmm?" I mused.  I flipped it
over again and stared at the top once more.  With my index finger, I traced
the pattern in the upper left corner.  It began to glow.  I pulled back and
the glow faded.

	I sat back on my heels and considered my next move.  "Well, there
was no damage to me or the box, so maybe I'm supposed to keep rubbing it
there?" I wondered.  Once again, I traced the pattern in the upper left
corner.  Again, the area glowed.  I pressed a little harder and worked my
finger a little faster.  A patch in the middle of the lid glowed.  With my
other hand, I traced the central pattern with a finger.  Once more, the
glow increased as I applied more pressure and speed.  Two other areas began
to glow.  I spread both hands, so that more fingers could trace the new
patterns.

	It was a bit of a struggle to reach all four places and work the
patterns.  I got into a rhythm that seemed to be working.  More of the top
glowed.  I smiled at my success.  Suddenly, the glow faded and I heard a
metallic click.  Did the lid just pop open?  I examined the front edge and
saw a thin line.  I pushed up on the top part of the line and the lid
lifted.

	I quickly scanned the contents.  What are all those crystal
triangles?  This is what my real father left me?  What the fuck?  Each
triangle was a pyramid shape about 1" on each side.  I picked one up at
random.  Just like the box, it was warm to the touch.  I placed it in the
palm of my hand and gazed at it.

	Suddenly, it flashed and projected a 3-D movie into mid-air.  I
stumbled backwards at the surprise vision and dropped the crystal.  The
movie disappeared.  "Well, that was stupid," I remonstrated against myself.
I bent over and picked it up, placing it again in the palm of my hand.  The
image reappeared.  It was obviously a man with similar features to mine,
but he looked different in some way that I couldn't immediately figure out.

	Then, it struck me.  "Is there a problem with the color being
projected?" I wondered aloud.

	The image replied, "No, there is no anomaly in the color.  I am
brown with light blue patches over my chest and stomach." He turned around
completely.  "And my ass and the back of my legs," he finished, having shed
his clothes.  When he turned back to the front, I saw that he had a big,
flaccid dick like mine.  I tried not to stare at his dick.  Looking again
at his face, I saw that his ears were smaller than normal and seemed to
have a dish shape rather than the shape of human ears.  His forehead was
high, his hair cut short and receding slightly on both sides.  There looked
to be a bony crest along the top of his head.  I felt the top of my head
and was reminded of the bumps that were there.  My bumps were well hidden
by my hair, his weren't.  They were much more pronounced.  Further, I
noticed that he had big hands and big feet.  I couldn't help but glance at
his big dick again.  I licked my lips, wondering what it would be like to
suck that big thing.  At the same time, I wondered how big it got.

	"Are you my father?" I asked.

	"Yes, I am."

	"You're not from around here," I smiled, enjoying my own joke.

	"That depends on what you consider to be `around here'," he smiled
back.  He did have a beautiful smile.  No wonder my mom fell for him.  "My
species is in the galactic neighborhood, though."

	"What does that mean?"

	"As you measure it, I'm about 156 light years away," the image
replied.  "No doubt, I arrived at my home planet about the time you were
born."

	"So, how is it that you're answering my questions like you're
speaking to me from the next town?  Can you answer all questions I pose to
you?"

	"Most likely, yes," he replied.

	"May I get really personal?"

	"Of course."

	"I've, uh, noticed that when I climax, I shoot out a lot more jizz
than all other men.  Is that a characteristic from you?  Not that I'm
complaining, you understand."

	The image smiled.  "I suppose it is.  How much do you produce?"

	"About a cup each time, and I'm always horny.  The other guys shoot
a couple of tablespoons.  And I'm constantly thinking about getting off."

	"That's normal for a man your age."

	I liked that he called me a man.  That felt good.  "By the way, I
should have already asked this.  What's your name?  What should I call
you?"

	"What did your mother say?"

	"She called you Austin.  Is that your real name?"

	"No, but Austin will do."

	"I'm your son and you won't tell me your real name?" I blustered.
He said something that I couldn't comprehend.  "Were you swearing at me or
is that your name?" he smirked.

	He laughed.  "No, that's how my real name is pronounced.  I could
teach it to you."

	"Perhaps later.  Right now, I think we'll stick with Austin.  Did
you have the blue spots when you knew Mom?"

	"Yes, but I could camouflage them easily.  I thought it might
disturb her to know my true look."

	"So, she's never seen you like this?" I gestured toward the image.
He shook his head to the negative.  "How come I don't have blue spots?"

	"I selected that trait out of the DNA that I shared with your mom.
I didn't think that her son should have any of my stigmas attached to you.
You don't have my crest or spots," he smiled.  "Are you happy?  Is your
name Michael?"

	"Yes, how'd you know?"

	"It was the name we discussed before I had to leave."

	"Why did you have to leave?  I would have loved to have my real
father here, instead of a step-father."

	"Is he that bad?" Austin bristled.

	"No, no.  He's been a very good father to me.  He just isn't my
real father."

	"I had to leave, Michael.  I couldn't stay on your planet.  It
wasn't safe for me.  I couldn't hide my ship well enough that it wouldn't
eventually be spotted.  My ability to hide my blue spots was only
temporary.  Leaving was not a decision that I liked.  Not at all!"

	"So, did you marry my mother?"

	"Yes, we had a simple ceremony with only a few of her friends.
Michael, I want you to believe me when I say that I truly loved your
mother.  I still do.  If your planet and society were more advanced, it
wouldn't be a problem.  She could live here with me and you could live with
us.  But, that's too much to ask.  It would be too much of a shock to you.
And I couldn't live there for the reasons I've already stated."

	"So, why did you come here in the first place?"

	"I was on a survey mission to see how your planet is progressing.
We have great hopes for your race."

	"So, what happened?"

	"I had to make an emergency landing.  One of my shielding systems
failed and allowed a micro-meteor to penetrate the hull of my ship.  I
needed air and a quiet place to repair the ship.  Your wonderful mother
took me in and helped me.  She's a wonderful woman, Michael.  I hope you
appreciate her," he smiled wistfully.  I smiled back and nodded.  "It took
several months for me to make the repairs and get the ship space-worthy
again.  Meanwhile, your mom and I got very close.  After only a month, she
told me that she wanted to marry me and have my child."

	"You're a different species from another planet.  How is it
possible to make a baby?"

	"Your mom wanted a child with me so badly that I gave her one.  My
ship's medical lab was capable to joining the DNA of both of us.  I told it
what characteristics the child should have and shouldn't have, like my blue
spots," he grinned.  I smiled back at him.  "You may be surprised to hear
this, but your mom is a very sexual being."

	I laughed.  "Well, she and my step-dad make a lot of noise when
they're doing the deed, so I know she loves it."

	"I'm very pleased that she's found a man to make her happy," Austin
said, "and that he's been a good father to you."

	"So, when you selected my characteristics, did you make me gay?" I
asked.

	"Is that a problem?"

	"Not really.  We've made a lot of progress in the last 10 years.
Gay and lesbian people can get married in most states now."

	"I'm relieved to hear that," Austin remarked.  "Michael, please
understand why you're gay.  Yes, I made you that way, but for a very
special reason.  If you mate with a woman, you will have no children,
because your hybrid DNA is still not compatible with human DNA.  I didn't
think it would be fair to the woman that you wanted to marry or to you.
Consequently, you're gay, but with very special gifts."

	"Such as the ability to pump out monster loads," I suggested.

	He laughed.  "Well, yes.  That's one of the special gifts.  But,
with the other crystals in the box, you can have anything your heart or
head desires that doesn't cause harm to anyone, including yourself."

	"Just how broadly do you mean `anything'?"

	"I would hope that you'd select humanitarian goals and not personal
enrichment," Austin suggested.  "You should think very hard about what it
is that you desire and what the consequences would be of getting that
desire fulfilled."

	"I'd like to have you back here with me, but I know that would be
selfish and counter-productive," I sighed.  I thought for a moment.  "Might
I wish for a cure for a nasty disease?"

	"You might," he smiled.  "That's a very good start.  But, be sure
you ask for your desired wish broadly enough that it will do the most
good."

	"So, if I were to ask for a cure for cancer, for instance, how
would I do that?"

	"Place one of the crystals on your computer and state your desire.
The crystal will access the internet for all data relating to cancer,
including the latest research.  A specific genetic fix will be created that
causes cancers to wither and die and never be seen again in humans.  And
Michael, I just said something that limited the request.  I said `in
humans'.  You might want to eradicate all cancer in all species on the
planet.  Do you see what I mean?"

	I nodded slowly.  "If I were looking for a cure for AIDS, I'd just
ask for a cure for retroviruses."

	"Perhaps, you should phrase it differently so that instead of
asking for a cure, you ask that retroviruses be obliterated.  Now, having
wished for that, you should be sure that there are no retroviruses that are
good for people or animals.  There is a danger in wishing for something too
broadly, too."

	"Gotcha.  So, how would this cure or fix be disseminated?  I'm not
a drug company, nor do I have any contacts with one."

	"An excellent question," Austin smiled.  "That's the reason you
have a big dick and a huge load of juice when you climax."

	"I'm gonna fuck the world into a cure?"

	"Something like that," Austin laughed.  "When the crystal has found
the solution to your request, all you have to do is hold the crystal in
your hand and it will be encoded into your body.  If anyone enjoys
unprotected sex with you or they swallow a load of your sperm, they will
become reservoirs for the solution, too.  But, if they don't do either, by
contacting a surface that you have touched or they touch your skin or
tears, they will be given enough of the solution to fix their problem.
However, they may not have enough to pass the cure on to others."

	"So, I'm patient zero, spreading this cure or solution to the
planet and I'll be creating more transmitters of the cure, too.  Will these
secondary transmitters be able to create more `patient zeros'?"

	"If they have unprotected sex, anal or oral, then the answer is
yes," Austin beamed.

	"Wonderful!" I exulted.  "This will be a terrific, albeit
mysterious, savior for humanity."

	"That's the spirit!" Austin praised.  "What other questions can I
answer for you?"

	"I can't think of any right now, but I can access you again through
this crystal, right?"

	"Yes, but it isn't eternal.  The charge and the information
contained will not last more than 50 years," Austin cautioned.

	"I can do a lot of good and ask a lot of questions in that time.
But, why do I have so many crystals?" I wondered.

	"Ah, another good question," Austin said.  "Each crystal is good
for only one problem.  Use them judiciously and infrequently."

	"Good advice," I replied.  I took a moment to count the crystals.
There were 42.  "Any particular reason I have 42 crystals?"

	"That was all I could spare and still get home," Austin replied.
"I wish there were a way I could give you more.  You have the right
attitude about doing the right things with the crystals."

	"Can't you come back for just a day and give me more?  I'd love to
see you."

	"I'm not at liberty to fly all over the galaxy," Austin sighed.  "I
wish I were.  However, I can put in a request to re-survey the quadrant
that your planet is in and hope that I can get close enough to make a quick
stop.  It could be many years before that happens, though.  You have no
communication devices that will reach my home world, so I can't even warn
you that I'll be dropping in on you.  And it may never happen, too.  I'm at
the mercy of the Exoplanet Directorate."

	"Is there trade to this part of the galaxy, so you could send more
crystals with someone else?"

	"There is, but those crystals are banned from commercial export.  I
took an awful chance leaving the ones you have," he allowed.

	I smiled at the visage before me.  "I promise to make you proud,
Dad!" I whispered with tears in my eyes.  "Thank you for doing this for
me."

	"I know you will, Son.  I'm proud of you already."

	"Can I tell Mom about our conversation?"

	"No.  I'm afraid not.  It is too risky for her to have this kind of
information.  And you can't tell your closest and best friends, either.
Keep the box safe, always keep is closed and stored away.  If someone were
to break into it or steal it, the crystals would do them no good.  They are
keyed to your specific DNA," Austin added.  "Be safe and careful, Michael."

	The hologram winked out.  I put the box into my closet behind some
books and then sat on the bed.  I needed time to think about what I was
going to do.  There was research to be done, so I could be reasonably sure
that my requests weren't overly broad or too narrowly stated.  I wanted no
unintended negative consequences to my desires.

	For the next hour, I spent time working through the internet to
find out what other retroviruses were out there and their impact on life.
Later, I'd look up the nature of cancer and see if I could get a cure for
that.  I thought about Alzheimer's disease, too.  What about autism, I
wondered?  One step at a time, I reminded myself.

	Retroviruses were going to be a problem.  Some of them are used for
gene therapy to fix underlying problems in humans.  I had to be careful not
to eliminate the ones that were safe to use, yet didn't cause problems in
humans or other animals.  It would be a tricky request.  The most famous
retrovirus caused the HIV infection.  Another group of the retroviruses
could cause cancer in people and animals.  The world could do without both
of those.  I wondered if I could ask the crystal to be discriminating in
what it attacked and what it let pass.  Pulling out the crystal that had my
dad on it, I activated it.

	"I have a follow up question," I said to the image.  He nodded.
"Can I ask the crystal to be selective as it reviews the literature and lab
findings to find a cure for all retroviruses that cause harm to people and
animals, but ignore the retroviruses that are used in research for gene
therapy?"

	"You can, but those two criteria may be mutually exclusive.  The
labs may be using a type of retrovirus that causes cancer in some animals
to create beneficial gene therapy in humans," Austin cautioned.  "However,
you could tell the crystal that you want it to go after those retroviruses
only if there is another retrovirus available for gene therapy and that
other retrovirus must be less virulent and cause less impact on humans and
animals."

	"Good point.  I'll be sure to include that," I agreed.

	"Your request must be specific, inclusive and exclusive," Austin
warned again.  "The first few times you ask for something, you might wish
to consult with my crystal to be sure both of us have considered the
consequences of your proposed actions.  After we feel comfortable with the
process, you should be able to handle this on your own."

	"I'll be extra careful with the first few requests," I promised.
Replacing the crystal in the box, I thought about what my request should
be.  Cancer was the bigger issue and impacted a lot more people.  But, my
heart was pulled toward a cure for HIV.  I should have asked my father if I
could have two cures being put into the world at the same time.  Would I be
overwhelmed or would my new patient zeros be overwhelmed, too?

	I decided to write down my requests, so I'd be sure to include
everything we'd discussed.  But, my first question would be about the
impact of two cures going out at the same time.  And, I thought, how long
were these cures good for?  Would I continue to squirt out cures from my
dick for the rest of my life for cancer and HIV and other diseases?

	"You seem distracted tonight," my step-father observed at dinner.
"Is there something you need help with?"

	I shook my head to the negative.  "No, nothing that I can't handle,
but thanks for the offer," I smiled.  I glanced at Mom, but she didn't
indicate that she knew I was thinking about what was in the box.  She could
read me as easily as I could read her.  "Just a touch of spring fever,
probably," I shrugged.  Mom smiled at me and nodded.  She knew the contents
of that box were on my mind, even though she didn't know what those
contents were.

	"This, too, shall pass," my step-father repeated.  It was his
favorite phrase.  And he was generally right.  My mind was on how I was
going to phrase my requests to the first crystal.  I'd made up my mind that
cancer would be the first request.  HIV would be the second one.

	After dinner, I went back to my bedroom.  "How often can I ask for
cures for me to transmit to the world?" I asked the image of my father.

	"You can request several times a day, but you can't transmit them
more frequently than once a month.  Therefore, after the crystal has
created your solution, you must put it aside if it hasn't been a month
since the last one was added to your body," he warned.  "Each new solution
takes a full day to become transmissible.  You will feel tired as your body
makes the appropriate proteins and other antibodies to share. But, that
will only take a few hours.  I suggest that you place the completed
solution in your hand and then go to bed.  By the time you wake up in the
morning, the side effects of the cure will have passed.  You can then go
out and fuck your brains out," he laughed.  "So, what have you decided that
you want to do first?"

	"Cancer," I responded.  "I've written down my request.  Let me read
it to you and see what you think."  I droned on for a full minute, stating
the problem and the parameters that I wanted the crystal to consider.  In
my research, I found out that cancer can be caused by environmental factors
as well as viruses.

	"Very well thought out," my dad replied.  "I have no suggestions
for word changes.  There must be a great deal of literature and drug trials
that the crystal will have to consider before it creates a solution.  That
could take as much as a day.  It will tell you when it is ready.  Just
remember to place it in the palm of your hand when you are ready to go to
bed.  Address the crystal by saying, `Crystal, please access all available
data for the following problem.  Please create a solution and let me know
when you have completed your task.'  Then, read out your request and say,
`Begin'.  After the crystal has transferred the solution to you, it will
turn opaque.  Place the crystal on your computer again.  It will create a
file on your computer that will tell you how the solution will spread, how
effective it will be, how long it will take to eradicate the problem, and
any side effects.  When the file has been transferred, the crystal will go
dark, almost completely black.  That's how you'll know you can't use it
again.  I'll be interested to know how the first solution works out on you
personally.  Access this crystal again in another couple of days.  Oh, and
before I forget, you will find that your loads may increase in volume in
order for the solution to completely transfer to the new patient zeros."

	"Even more than the cup of juice I spray out now?" I wondered.  He
nodded and smiled.  "Wow!  My friends are gonna love this!  They can't get
enough of my nutt already."  I terminated the image of my father, took
another crystal from the box, and placed it on the computer next to the
keyboard.  Repeating the phrase my father told me to say, I appended my
request for a cure for cancer.  "Begin," I intoned.  The crystal glowed and
the computer raced multiple requests for information through the internet.
I left it and checked my homework to make sure it was current.  There was
another chapter in my European history text to read before tomorrow, so I
began on that.  I frequently glanced over at the computer and the crystal,
but there was no change.  Considering the subject matter, my request could
take all night and most of tomorrow.

	My mind drifted repeatedly.  I reread the same paragraph several
times before I gave up and turned out the light.  The history chapter would
have to wait until tomorrow morning.

	When I awakened at six the next morning, the computer and crystal
were still working on the solution to my request.  My father had said it
could take all day.  With a sigh, I rolled out of bed, took a shower and
got dressed.  I thought about pounding out a load, but decided that I'd
save it for my college friend and his very friendly asshole.

       School dragged on forever, or so it seemed.  Afterwards, I walked to
the apartment of my college friend and pumped two big loads up his ass.
When I left, I still wanted to cum again.  But, I needed to get home before
my mom worried about where I was.

       I quickly dumped my books in my room and checked the computer and
crystal.  The crystal was on longer glowing.  I picked it up.  "Ready," I
heard an electronic voice say.  I put the crystal back down, remembering my
father's words.  This can wait for a few more hours, I told myself.

	After dinner, I watched a couple of television programs with my
parents and then went into my bedroom to read another chapter in my English
literature text.  I was about as successful doing that as I had been the
night before with my European history text.  With a sigh, I glanced at the
clock.  I decided that nine o'clock wasn't too early to go to bed.  I'd
probably need extra rest after being loaded up with the cure for cancer.

	Cautiously, I picked up the crystal and placed it in the palm of my
right hand.  The crystal glowed green instead of blue.  I felt a slight
tingle in my hand and a little warmth.  Seconds later, the light in the
crystal winked out.  The bright, clear crystal that once was is now a
creamy opaque.  That seems to be how you know that you can't use that
crystal again.  I placed the crystal on the computer and watched a file
scroll by on the screen.

	I started to read it, but was overwhelmed with fatigue.  With
barely enough energy to take off my clothes and crawl into bed, I was
asleep within the next minutes.


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