Chapter 13

Jizm was a purple-and-brown planet that looked much like Earth from a distance aside from the color scheme.

“The Great Inland Sea of Jizm is purple,” Gorg explained, although not for the first time. “Although we don’t have as much ocean as Earth does. We have more land mass. But when it rains, the drops are prismatic.”

“That must be beautiful,” Ebbie said. He was feeling nervous. They would be landing shortly, and he’d be meeting Gorg’s family for the first time. Aside from Hivery, of course, who’d proven to be a nice enough guy.

“Our mountains do not have snow on them, though, unlike yours. We may need to manufacture some snow so our child can go sledding.” Gorg was babbling as if trying to keep Ebbie’s mind busy and not thinking about the upcoming landing. He knew Ebbie was nervous.

“What if they don’t like me?” Ebbie whispered. “Can we go back to Earth?”

“They don’t much like me on Earth, remember? Scientists, labs, etcetera? And they won’t like the baby there either, Ebbie,” Gorg said. His tone was gentle and reassuring. “But everyone here will love you because you are a wonderful person. You have nothing to worry about.”

But Ebbie did worry, right up until the moment the spacecraft landed, and the outside hatch opened.

Gorg stood up and helped Ebbie to his feet. Now that microgravity was gone and the ship’s interior gravitational device was deactivated, Ebbie felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds. His belly had grown rounder on the trip, even though it was technically only three days. Something about the speed of light accelerating everything.

Not enough to really affect his due date, but enough to make him feel clumsy and awkward.

Gorg slipped an arm around Ebbie’s waist and helped him negotiate the gangplank.

Ebbie looked up from his feet where he’d been staring, trying hard not to trip over them and make a fool of himself, and froze.

At the end of the gangplank, a group of people gathered, and thousands more stood waiting beyond them.

And every one of them looked like Gorg.

At least they did until he got closer. Then, small differences began to emerge as individuals came into focus.

However, they all had eight tentacles, and they were all waving at him. Or at least, at Hivery and Gorg. He couldn’t be sure.

Gorg led him down the gangplank to the first group of people. He kept an arm looped around Ebbie’s waist, although Ebbie wasn’t sure it was to steady Ebbie, or make his claim on Ebbie clear. Either way, Ebbie was fine with it.

“Mama, Papa. This is Ebenezer Splooge, my Earthling life mate. As you can see, we are expecting already!” Gorg grinned and introduced Ebbie to an older pair of Jizmites. He finally let his arm slip away from Ebbie’s waist. It was none too soon.

“Call me Mama!” the older female cried and threw all eight of her tentacles and two arms around Ebbie, giving him a warm, tight, hug. “How far along are you? Oh, we must plan a baby shower! We’ll have food and cake, and gifts, and we’ll dance the Great Pregnancy Dance around the Sacred Penis Statue. I’ll get Listeria to help me plan it!”

“I didn’t know they had baby showers on Jizm,” Ebbie said. “I mean, Gorg told me about the, uh, Great Pregnancy Dance, but I’m very happy to meet you Mama, and have you plan one for me.”

“And I am Papa!” Gorg’s male parental unit joyfully exclaimed and gave Ebbie a hug identical to the one Mama had given him. “Another grandchild! How exciting!”

“He has no tentacles, Mama,” a small voice squeaked. “Not even two, like us.”

Ebbie looked down and saw a small red-haired girl with one large, golden eye clinging to the leg of a female Jizmite, who held a baby in her arms. All three of them had only two tentacles. “You must be Listeria,” he said to the female. “And this is your child…?”

“This is Fosterina, who needs to learn manners, I’m afraid. The baby is Posterino, and I am very glad to meet you. We didn’t think Gorg would ever find his life mate!” She smiled at him and hugged him with a free tentacle.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Hivery on the trip over. I’ll be glad to get to know you personally now.” Ebbie returned her smile with one of his own.

He was then introduced to a long line of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and in-laws, all of whom blurred into a single entity after a while and none of whose names Ebbie knew he could possibly remember.

“Gorg, I’m feeling really tired,” Ebbie whispered before Gorg could begin the next round of introductions.

“Oh, my! Of course! You must be exhausted. Papa? Can we stay with you until I can have our own abode built?” Gorg asked. His arm had returned to its place around Ebbie’s waist.

“Mama would give me the Great God Jizm’s own wrath if I didn’t invite you to stay with us!” Papa’s laugh was deep and infectious. “You are welcome to stay as long as you wish. Come, let’s get your life mate home where he can rest. And some food! He must be starved.”

“I don’t think I can catch anything right now,” Ebbie said, not wanting to offend his new in-laws.

“Oh, darling, no one expects you to hunt in your condition. I’ll bring you food. It’s my job as your life mate,” Gorg said. He said it with a wink, telling Ebbie that whatever Gorg brought him to eat would look sufficiently enough like Earth food that Ebbie would be able to eat it.

“Excellent!” Mama cried. “Let’s go home!”

***

“Home” was a large domed structure at the end of a pleasant cul-de-sac with other domed structures. Ebbie didn’t think he’d seen a single straight edge all through the ride through the city — everything was softly curved or domed. Jizmites seemed very fond of S-curves. Even the streets were looped and twisty.

Inside Gorg’s parental units’ home was a honeycomb of round rooms. Gorg led him to one near the rear of the house. He waved his hand in front of a sensor on the wall and a panel slid away, revealing a lovely appointed bedroom.

There was a round bed — even the furniture on Jizm was curved — a dresser and a pair of nightstands. The lighting was recessed and controlled by another sensor. To one side of the room was a small enclave, which Gorg explained was the bathroom.

The first thing Ebbie noticed was the lack of a very important piece of porcelain – there was no toilet. Then he remembered Gorg talking about a pill that turned all bodily waste into flatulence. On a silver pedestal was a small, shell-shaped dish full of tiny blue pills. He shrugged. Either he was going to become a very gassy person, or he might have an erection that lasted for more than four hours. He dry-swallowed a pill.

The shower was small, but also like the one on the craft, which reminded Ebbie of a tropical rainforest. Plants grew along the walls, the leaves of which released a sweet-smelling lather when rubbed against the skin.

After Ebbie had showered, and dressed in one of Gorg’s nightshirts — the eight tentacle sleeves hanging uselessly in front — he let Gorg tuck him into the big, round bed for a long overdue nap.

“Mama decided to make a big family dinner tonight to celebrate us coming home. Don’t worry — nothing will be moving on the plates. I made it clear you weren’t used to catching your own food. They were a little surprised to find out you bought everything you ate from a store, but they already think Earth is a little strange because of the lack of tentacles. I told them about the octopi, and they’ve convinced themselves you’re related.”

“Of course they have.” Ebbie smiled and lay on his side, the most comfortable position with his swelling belly. “Now, a nap. Then, when I wake up, there’s one thing I want more than food.”

“What’s that?” Name it, and if I can, I’ll get it for you.”

“I want to make love for the first time on your planet in our new, temporary home.”

“Oh, little love, I want that too!” Gorg grinned and slid into bed next to Ebbie. “Quick, go to sleep before I decide sex before napping is a better plan!”

Even though Ebbie could’ve sworn he was dead-tired and ready to fall instantly asleep, his body responded to the sexy little growl he heard in Gorg’s voice. “Maybe napping later would be a better idea. Then we’ll be fresh for dinner.”

“What are you saying?”

“That I want you, right now. I can’t wait until later. I’ll never be able to fall asleep!” Ebbie grinned, sat up on the bed, and stripped off his nightshirt.

Naked, he lay atop the covers, and gripped his cock, slowly stroking it to fullness.

“Oh, baby! You read my mind,” Gorg said.

“No, you actually said it out loud, but that’s beside the point. Take me, Gorg. Fuck me.”

“That is so pretty,” Gorg said, eyeing Ebbie’s dick. “I want a taste of it.” He leaned over Ebbie’s belly and took Ebbie’s penis in his mouth.

Ebbie cried out, then clamped a hand over his mouth. “I forgot we’re not alone anymore,” he whispered. “They’ll hear us!”

Gorg didn’t seem disturbed by Ebbie’s cry, and never stopped sucking. He took Ebbie in deep, then let his teeth scrape the delicate skin as he let Ebbie’s penis slide out of his mouth again. “You taste so good,” he whispered. “I could live on this taste alone.”

“Okay, that sounded weirdly cannibalistic, Hannibal Lector, but I really need you to fuck me now. I’m close, and I want to come while I feel you inside me!”

“Get on your hands and knees,” Gorg urged.

Once Ebbie was in position, Gorg spread Ebbie’s cheeks and licked and sucked at the small hole. Then he used one of his tentacles to prime the way.

“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! I love when you fuck me with your tentacles!” Ebbie cried, trying to muffle his voice by yelling into a pillow.

When Gorg was satisfied that his tentacle had sufficiently lubed the way in, he let it slide out and aligned his cock with the hole. He slowly began to push in.

Ebbie was growing entirely too impatient with Gorg’s tender, slow lovemaking. He backed up, impaling himself on Gorg’s cock. He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining. “Fuck! Fuck me now!”

Gorg seemed to need no further invitation. He began to pound himself deep into Ebbie’s body, retreating only halfway then pushing in again. “Ebbie, come for me! I’m close!”

Ebbie came, jerking his cock hard and fast, spilling his come for the first time on Jizm. He felt Gorg release into his body, filling him with hot come.

Together, they slumped onto the sticky bedsheets.

“I’m going to have to do a load of wash, I think,” Gorg said with a chuckle. “But first, I think we both need another shower. Then I’ll strip the bed, wash the sheets, and we can have a nap.”

“How long does it take to do a load of wash on Jizm?”

“Less time than it will take to put the sheets back on the bed. It’s all automated. You’ll see. You go take the first shower. I’m only sorry that shower isn’t big enough for both of us.”

By the time Ebbie had showered, he walked into the bedroom and found the bed neatly made over with freshly laundered sheets and a comforter. He slipped under the bedding and curled up on his side, feeling completely content.

Considering how much he disliked doing laundry, he decided he was going to like living on Jizm, particularly if washing clothing was as easy and quick as washing the sheets was. Maybe they even had a way of automatically folding the clothes, too! That would be awesome.

Then he was asleep and dreaming of a home of his own where all the housework drudgery was done automatically, and there was a gigantic shower adjacent to the bedroom that was more than big enough for two.