Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 12:55:13 -0700
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: The Legacy of a Starman, Chapter 14.

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.


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