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Chapter 6

“This is the guest room,” Ebenezer said. He’d shown Gorg to a room in the house with a rectangular bed and some storage units. “It has a bathroom adjacent.”

“A what?” Gorg wasn’t familiar with the term.

“A bathroom. A toilet? The head? You know…where you, um, go. Do your business. Pee. Poop. Deposit whatever waste products your body might produce.”

“Oh! Goodness, you have an entire room for that? We take a pill. It turns all bodily waste into flatulence.”

“You must come from some really gassy people.” Ebenezer wrinkled his nose. “That’s sort of gross. Anyway, we don’t have any of those fart units on earth, so you’d better start using the bathroom for whatever it is you do with your waste.”

Gorg shook his head in amazement. “In some ways Earthlings are so advanced, having invented things like soda and pizza, and yet in other ways, you are an incredibly primitive people.”

“Well, while you’re here, keep your advanced bodily functions to the bathroom, okay?” Ebenezer said. “And I’m sorry, but I don’t have any pajamas that would fit you with your tentacles.”

“Pajamas? This is another term I am not familiar with.”

“They’re clothing you sleep in.”

“You have clothing especially made for sleeping? Why?” Gorg was so confused. “Isn’t that what skin is for?”

Ebenezer just nodded. “I suppose it might be. I sleep in the nude, too. It’s just that not everyone does.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Because they’re more comfortable in pajamas? Because of societal norms? Because they’re a little more inhibited than others? Who the hell knows? Who the hell cares?”

“I am sorry, Ebbie. I am asking too many questions,” Gorg said. He knew he had a habit of posing an infinite number of inquiries about any subject that intrigued him, and he found humans to be very, very interesting beings. More so even than octopi. Especially Ebenezer.

“No, that’s okay. I’m just tired. Have a good night, Gorg. See you in the morning.” Ebenezer left, closing the door behind him.

Gorg stood there staring at the closed door long after Ebenezer left. He hadn’t wanted Ebenezer to leave. He’d wanted Ebenezer to take off his clothes, lay down on that big, soft-looking bed with Gorg, and teach him how Earthlings had sex. His cock had been hard all day under that heavy overcoat, and all because of how close he was to Ebenezer. There was just something about Ebbie that made Gorg rock-hard — the way Ebbie moved, or smelled, or smiled, or laughed. Something. Everything.

He suddenly realized what was going on. It was Renewal Season on Jizm, and Gorg was in full rut. He burned to mate with Ebenezer. Why had Ebenezer not seen how much Gorg wanted him? Could he not smell Gorg’s need?

Maybe that was it! Perhaps Ebbie was simply unaware of how much Gorg needed him. He would go and tell Ebenezer right now.

But what if Ebenezer didn’t want Gorg? Many on Jizm hadn’t wanted him. Most, in fact. What made Gorg think Earth and Ebbie would be any different?

He hemmed and hawed and paced back and forth for a long while. “Well, I will never know if I don’t ask. If Ebbie doesn’t want me, then I’ll go to the ship and call the parental units to fetch me back home. If he does want me…oh, if he does then…” Gorg smiled, thinking how wonderful it would be if Ebbie wanted him.

Sporting a full hard-on so there would be no doubt how Gorg felt about Ebenezer, he went in search of Ebbie’s room.

There were several doors in a long hallway, and he tried each of them to no avail. Each of them contained a bed of some variety, but all of them were empty.

Finally, he came to a pair of double doors at the end of the hallway. He turned the handles and opened the door, silently slipping inside.

There, sprawled in the middle of a huge, round bed, was Ebenezer. He was nude, just as he’d said he would be. Gloriously nude, Gorg thought, as he feasted his eyes.

Thank the stars Gorg had excellent night vision because he could see every detail of Ebenezer’s body even though it was pitch dark in the room. He was pleasantly pleased and excited by what he saw, too.

Ebenezer’s body was slimmer than Gorg’s — tentacles notwithstanding — but well-developed and muscular. In the dark, seen with Gorg’s night vision, he seemed carved from silver marble, every line incised by a superior artist. From his toes to his sculpted legs, flat stomach, and broad chest, to his handsome face, Ebenezer was a master class in human masculine beauty.

His longish dark hair, free from binders, was splayed against the white of the pillow. Gorg wanted to gather it up in his hands, feel the texture, bury his nose in it.

And his cock! Oh, Gorg’s hands well-remembered the feel of the soft, warm skin against his palm, the hardness of the shaft, the weight of Ebenezer’s sac.

He also remembered rubbing his own cock against Ebenezer’s rear end when he’d given Ebenezer the reach-around, and how close he’d come to ejaculating. So close. So very close. Painfully close.

His cock remembered too, and was now at full mast, insistent that it be granted what had been withheld from it earlier. It ached with need, and the tip was wet with pre-come.

“Ebbie? Ebbie? It’s me, Gorg.” He whispered, half afraid he would wake Ebenezer, and half afraid he wouldn’t. What if Ebenezer turned him away? If Ebenezer didn’t want him? The unknowing gave him sharp pain in his chest. He could barely breathe.

“Gorg? What are you doing in here?” Ebenezer’s voice sounded sleepy and confused.

“Looking.”

“At what? It’s pitch black in here.”

“At you. My night vision is excellent.”

“Oh.” There was a rustling of fabric as Ebenezer pulled a comforter over himself.

“Oh, please don’t do that! I like looking at you so much. You are the most beautiful male I have ever seen!” Gorg exclaimed. “I came here because I… I have a desperate need for you. My body yearns for your touch. It is an ache, a fire burning inside…” He took a hesitant step toward the bed.

“Gorg, are you saying you’re horny? Why didn’t you just say so? Come here.”

“But my tentacles…I didn’t think you found me attractive because of them.”

Ebenezer sat up, throwing off the comforter, once again gloriously naked. He reached over to a nightstand and clicked on a small bedside light.

Gorg blinked. It was as if Ebenezer had turned on the sun. The brilliance of the light stunned him and blinded him for a moment. It took a while for his eyesight to adjust.

“I will admit I found the tentacles, er, distracting at first. But they are sexy in their own way. They’re soft and warm, and the suckers tickle. And you are a handsome, um, male. Your body is exquisite. Perfectly stunning.” Ebenezer patted the bed next to him. “Come sit by me. If I tell you the truth, I’ve wanted to touch you since you gave me the reach-around.”

Gorg suddenly felt shy, and wrapped his tentacles around himself, as if to shield his innermost desires from Ebenezer. He, too, had wanted Ebenezer from the time he’d given Ebenezer release. If he tried, he thought he could still smell Ebenezer’s come, feel its warmth spill over his hand.

“Come here, Gorg,” Ebenezer said again. This time there was a touch of hunger in his voice that Gorg could not, would not ignore.

Gorg sat on the edge of the bed. He was trembling a little, but it was from the incredible force of his desire, not any hesitancy or fear. “I am afraid that I will hurt you, take you too fast, be too intense for your comfort,” he whispered.

Ebenezer uttered a soft laugh. “I’m a professional porn star, Gorg. This body has fucked in every way imaginable. I’ve topped, I’ve bottomed, and I’ve been the middle man in a train. There is nothing you could do to me that would hurt me. Especially since I want you so bad it aches.”

Gorg heaved a great sigh and gave into the overpowering urge to take Ebenezer, to claim him, to mate him. He stretched out on the bed and rolled to his side, reaching for Ebenezer.

That Ebbie came to him willingly added fuel to the intense fire already burning within Gorg. He reached for Ebbie’s mouth, kissing him hard, his tongue sweeping into Ebbie’s mouth, demanding, needing, and Ebbie met his tongue in a duel that was fought with saliva and desire.

He braced himself over Ebbie’s body, one hand on each side holding him up, while his tentacles explored every inch, every crevice of Ebbie’s body. One curled gently around Ebbie’s erection, pulsing delicately. Another slipped between Ebbie’s legs and probed for the small hole he knew lay there.

He would not take Ebbie raw, unprepared. That was not his purpose. Gorg wanted to make love to Ebbie, to mate with him, and he was going to make sure it was the best sex Ebbie had ever experienced when he did it.

His tentacle produced moisture that slicked the little hole, and then adapted its size to fit, and pushed in.

“Fuck!” Ebenezer whispered. “You’re fucking inside me.”

“Do you want me to stop? I am preparing you for my cock.”

“No, don’t stop! It feels good. So fucking good!”

Gorg kissed him again, just as deeply and fiercely as the first time, and curled his tentacle to reach Ebbie’s prostate.

Ebbie’s pelvis pushed upward, rubbing his cock against Gorg’s, grunting his pleasure.

Yes, yes, that was the sound of a well-satisfied man. That was the sound he wanted Ebbie to make. Gorg thought. “Moan for me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fucking cock inside me!” Ebenezer moaned. “The tentacle is fucking fabulous, but I want to feel your hard dick in my ass.”

“Lift your legs.” Gorg pulled his tentacle out and used two others to help Ebenezer position his legs up and bent at the knee, spread wide to expose his hole.

Then Gorg pushed his cock into Ebenezer’s body, forcing himself to take it easy, to go slow, pushing past the ring of muscle already loosened and slicked by the tentacle. Gorg’s cock was not small, and he made sure Ebenezer felt every inch of it as he drove it inside.

Once he was fully seated in Ebenezer, he began to move, thrusting in and out, crying out his own pleasure as it built within him.

Then it came, his climax, a force so powerful that it rocked him to his very soul. It was Renewal, it was mating, and his cock swelled within Ebenezer, knotting him. The shock was almost too much — he’d never expected it.

Ebenezer worked his own cock, gasping and grunting until at last he cried out, his hot come painting streaks against Gorg’s stomach.

Gorg’s arms trembled from the force of his orgasm, his entire body aching with sweet release. He knew that within Ebenezer’s body, his cock had knotted and would not allow them to part for several minutes.

“What is that? It feels amazing,” Ebenezer whispered. His voice was hoarse, and yet somehow still needy despite his recent orgasm.

“We are knotted,” Gorg said. “Do your people not knot when they mate?”

“I have no idea what that is, but please don’t stop! I think I’m going to come again.” Ebenezer’s hand reached for his cock, working it again, stroking it.

“Come for me. Come again and again. The smell of your orgasm is sweet, and the taste of your come is salty.” Gorg said. He dipped the tip of one of his tentacles in a puddle of come on Ebenezer’s stomach then licked it.

“Oh, God! I’m coming!” Ebenezer cried out again, back arching as he came.

Gorg waited until Ebbie’s climax ebbed, then kissed him again, tenderly this time, with all the sweetness and gentleness he could muster. “Be still now. Just be still.”

He could see the moment Ebbie grew boneless, lying there enveloped in a post-coital ecstasy hangover.

After another few moments, he felt his cock begin to relax, the knot releasing its hold on Ebbie. He slid out of Ebbie’s body, flaccid, and about as well-satisfied as a male could be.

Soon, the changes would begin. He knew it, could feel it in his bones. It happened on his planet every Renewal — males would sometimes bond with other males or females with females, and nature demanded changes in the physicality of one of them be made, and always after knotting. Knotting only happened when true mates were found.

He knew Renewal mating rituals would hold true with a lover who was not a Jizmite but had been too overcome with lust to think about the ramifications of knotting. Plus, he’d become so convinced it would never happen for him that he hadn’t given it a thought.

He would need to explain all of this to Ebbie. He just wondered how well his beautiful human lover would take the news. He couldn’t wait too long — the changes would begin almost immediately, and the secret would be out.

His Ebbie, Ebenezer Splooge, was pregnant.

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