Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2008 21:25:12 -0700 (PDT) From: John Black Subject: Knowledge, Chapter 5 Knowledge Chapter 5 The alien worked on the data he'd acquired. This species was quite different from most he'd encountered. There were so many conflicting aspects to them. They could be generous and parsimonious, loving and hateful, bellicose and peaceful. How had they been able to keep from annihilating themselves? Cooler, more thoughtful minds must have prevailed to avoid multiple calamities. He'd grown especially fond of this human. That was a new sensation for him as well. But, he couldn't stay. He had to leave eventually. Contaminating with knowledge for which they were unready to deal was always a problem in these situations. Their life spans weren't that long, so he could stick around until they all died, if he chose to. It wouldn't be too hard to age the body he'd created as John and his brothers aged. However, having no visible means of support (a job), no place to live, no family, all these were going to be problems to explain away. DeWayne could always say that his family was from overseas, but with John's new money, he'd want to go see the place DeWayne was from. There were pitfalls everywhere! Yes, he could plant the knowledge in John's mind, but every time he did that, there was always the danger of knowledge leakage. Although the alien possessed vast knowledge and intelligence, he had never been able to compartmentalize that knowledge. A stray thought could transfer at the same time that he planted the knowledge. Extracting it after the transfer was impossible. Once it was gone, it was gone! As he fussed with how to proceed, John rolled on to his back and opened his eyes. DeWayne was smiling at him. "Good morning, John," he said brightly. "Hi, Gorgeous," John answered sleepily. "Wanna fuck?" he giggled, but closed his eyes again. DeWayne didn't answer him. He knew John needed more sleep. He ruminated more on his dilemma. There weren't any simple answers. He'd have to "wing it" as the natives were fond of saying. When John awoke again, they made love. The alien's human 11" dick slipped effortlessly up John's well-fucked ass and delivered another oversized load of baby gravy. As John's dick fired juice into DeWayne's mouth, the alien continued to pump the other black man's manhole. With the staccato chewing that John's ass was doing on the alien's human dick, DeWayne had no choice but to sow his seeds again. Sated, they showered and hit another of John's favorite breakfast restaurants. Again, the weather was warm. John and DeWayne wore similar clothes, enhancing their brotherly looks. The waiter checked them out shamelessly, even leaving his phone number in case they "wanted to experience the best ass in town." "I already know where that is," John said as he patted DeWayne's big hand. "Yours is better," DeWayne insisted. The waiter sighed and allowed that he also had a big dick and would be more than willing to flip for them. Again, the boys only smiled. "Can you beat 10" and 11"?" John grinned. "Fuck! You kiddin'?" the waiter stage whispered. They smiled and shook their heads to the negative. "I'll do anything, anytime, anywhere to sample that!" he declared. "We're busy enough already," John admitted as he paid the check and dragged DeWayne from the restaurant. "Besides," he added turning to his new friend, "I'm not so sure I wanna share you with anyone, including my brothers. You're too phyne!" "So many men, so little time," DeWayne laughed. He'd seen that cryptic bit of humor on his search of the internet last night. "But, I can't imagine anyone coming close to what you've shown me." "Only because you're such a quick study," John replied. "I've never met anyone as wonderful in and out of bed as you are. I don't know what to make of it. Am I in lust or in love? Too early to be in love, but it sure does feel good." He chastely kissed DeWayne on the lips. DeWayne returned the kiss with an ardent one. When John finally pulled away, he nearly melted into a puddle. The man was well beyond gorgeous, well hung, had a tight, hungry ass, and seemed to genuinely enjoy John's company. "Love is a difficult concept," DeWayne finally said, finally pulling them back to the real world. "Biology, chemistry, proximity, loneliness, the need to mate, all of those and more get me so confused. I need a guide and time." "Meanwhile," John said, changing the subject before he started to weep (and get a huge hard-on) "I need to do some grocery shopping for dinner. Tonight, it'll just be the two of us." "I like that idea," DeWayne agreed. "There is so much about you I still want to know." "Likewise," John pushed back. "I hardly know a thing, besides how much I love your company in and out of bed." As they wandered through the grocery store picking up items for dinner, John asked several times if DeWayne liked the food he was picking out. Not knowing anything about the items, he nodded, hoping it wouldn't be a mistake. If he only shrugged, John would think he was a very picky eater. If he said no, he'd probably have to explain why. John pulled out his debit card and put in his pin number. The computer screen flashed an amount that he only glanced at. He pushed the OK button and bagged up his groceries. A frown crossed his face. Did he see that correctly? "Is something wrong?" DeWayne asked. "Uh, I'm not sure," John slowly replied. "I think I accessed some other account. I only got a flash of my balance, but it looked like it was off by millions of dollars. There's no way I have that kinda money in there. So, I must have not seen it right or somehow I accessed another account." "Is that possible?" DeWayne wondered, knowing he'd been the one to change it. "Well, something's fishy," John mused. "But, I probably saw it wrong. We'll swing by the bank and check on the way home, just to be sure." At the ATM outside the bank, John accessed his account information. "FUCK! Talk about a bank mistake. That can't be my balance!" he blurted out. "What's wrong with it?" "It should be somewhere around $200, but the balance shows $27 MILLION!" "Wow," DeWayne smiled, "that's a big change." He knew full well what had happened. He was happy to see John smile at his good fortune. "Are the name and account number correct?" John looked again. "But, it can't be right," John insisted. "I'll call the bank in the morning and advise them of the error. I'm sure their system has screwed up big time." "And if it hasn't?" DeWayne pressed. "Well, it just can't be right. No way have I invested or inherited that kinda money," John persisted. "I'm only 25!" "Maybe someone secretly wants you to have it," DeWayne offered. "I don't know anyone like that," John sighed. "Wish that I did." "You know me," DeWayne smiled. "You got that kinda bread?" The alien stared at him blankly. Bread? What's that mean? He scanned in nanoseconds what the word could mean. Ah, bread, meaning money. His blank stare turned to a smile. "Well, not on me." "Smart ass!" John laughed. He considered for a moment. "This is crazy! The banks don't open until 10, so I'm gonna call my office and tell them I'll be late. They'll understand when I tell them why." "Is that a good idea?" "Tell them about the bank error?" John asked thoughtfully. "Well, I'll be circumspect about the reason. Just a bank error that needs immediate attention." "Whatever you think is best," the alien said reassuringly. John was still worked up about the bank error when they got home. "Can you believe it? All that money in MY account," he laughed. "NOT possible!" "But, wouldn't you love it if you did have all that money?" the alien pressed. "What would you do?" "I'd quit my job for sure," John laughed. "Maybe, I'd travel. I'd give some of it to charity for sure. That kind of windfall needs to be spread around. I'd, also help my brothers out if they needed it. And I'd pay off my parent's home. And probably pay off my mortgage too. And I really need to talk to a tax attorney or accountant. Certainly, they have to have more knowledge of what to do with this kind of money, even if I graduated from college in accounting. I just don't know enough to trust my judgment." "Where would you like to go first?" DeWayne wondered. "Well," John laughed, "to the bank to make SURE this was real." DeWayne smiled. "Then, to really answer your question, I'd think about going to Europe, Australia, take a cruise, I don't know. I haven't thought about it before. I never had the funds to seriously consider that kind of travel." "I'll help if I can." "Sure! What was I thinking? You'd be the first source I'd ask about travel. You've been to so many places." The alien had been many places that John hadn't and wouldn't consider, having no idea what was really out there. But, DeWayne did have some knowledge of places on this planet that people enjoyed going to. He'd do more research and have a better plan put together by the time John awakened in the morning. "I can't think of a better man to have that kind of money," DeWayne smiled. John melted into his arms. "Thanks, Man." "You feel tight, John. Need a massage?" "One with all my clothes off?" "If you wish." "I wish, I wish!" John laughed giddily. He ran into the bedroom, stripped off his clothes and laid on his stomach. DeWayne casually stripped, enticing John to feel the hardness of his body and especially the hardness of DeWayne's precum-dripping dick. "You need some of this?" the alien asked. "Immediately!" "I thought you wanted a massage?" "Later!" "Perhaps, you need a lesson in delayed gratification," DeWayne smiled benignly. With that, he straddled John's beautiful ass and began to massage his new friend's shoulders. "Just relax," he added. "You'll get what you need. I promise." DeWayne scooted back enough that his fat, dripping dick was sliding up and down John's ass trench as he massaged John's upper back. With a touch of his fingers, he gave John calmness about the money sitting in his bank account. He added serenity with an image of the Milky Way galaxy. The alien withdrew instantly when his mind started to wander away from the image he was trying to impart. "You do such good work," John purred. "I feel so relaxed now, like I haven't a care in the world...or the universe." Has one of my thoughts betrayed me, the alien wondered. Have I given him information he shouldn't have? If I probe his mind, I'll leave other images that he shouldn't have. Just relax, like you told him to do. You'll know soon enough. Meanwhile, John had lifted up his own ass and speared himself on DeWayne's monster dick. He sighed contentedly as it slipped deeper. The alien continued to work on John's shoulders and back, rocking back and forth, which slid his big, black dick several inches in and out. This was feeling so good! "You're the best I've ever had," John signed. "You make love, you don't just fuck." DeWayne smiled down at him and increased his rhythm. He moved into a push- up position with his hands on John's shoulders, only touching his friend with the thick dick that was slowly pistoning the young man's eager ass. "You're pretty good yourself," DeWayne whispered as his body sank onto John's back. He nibbled on John's left earlobe and breathed hotly into his ear. "I could do this all night, but your ass won't let me," he grimaced. "I gotta CUM!" he roared as his hips pounded John's upturned, ravenous ass. "Don't hold back! Give me all of it!" John begged. "ALL of it! Fuck me HARD!" Warm streams of nut gravy sprayed into John's ass, coating the walls of his love tunnel. DeWayne shuddered and spasmed on John's back as his nuts kicked again and again. It felt so good to be seeding the ass of this beautiful man. He continued fucking, even after his dick stopped firing and began to slowly wilt. "Gawd! You're good!" John smiled dreamily. "No one has ever serviced me so well and left so much nut juice in my ass. Even my randy brothers together don't pump out as much as you do." DeWayne rolled off the round, hard ass he'd just been spearing and grinned over at John. "It takes two to make it work right. And you have incredible talent in that way." They lay together, catching their breath for a few moments. "You ready to fuck me now?" DeWayne smiled. John rolled on top on DeWayne and kissed him. Without saying anything, he kissed down DeWayne's body, cleaning off the alien's human dick and heading toward Nirvana: DeWayne's delicious, fuckable ass. He rolled the man's legs up and began to feast on the muscular pucker he was about to breed and seed. "Hand me the lube, DeWayne," John asked. "I'm gonna pound you into the mattress!" "Promises, promises." John continued to munch on DeWayne's manhole until it was dripping with spit. His own dick was a constant stream of precum. If he didn't mount him soon, he'd spray a load all over DeWayne's abs. He lowered DeWayne's legs enough to slide his steely dick up his friend's ass. Rocking forward, he delivered all 10" to the root. DeWayne signed with pleasure. "Don't suck my dick with your ass muscles!" John pled. "I don't wanna nut instantly!" DeWayne smiled up at him. "You mean like this?" he giggled. "Or this?" He worked his love tunnel muscles like they were lips and tongue. He pressed, squeezed, and rode the swollen horsedick that stretched his asshole. "I need to be seeded, NOW!" he insisted. With renewed vigor, he impaled himself on John's monster and rode him relentlessly. John could only grimace and hold on. His need to jet another load was too great. He had to cum and cum hard! "FUCK!" John exploded. "Can't hold back! FUCK!" And he shot creamy ropes of his warm DNA as deeply as he could plow his thick dick. More and more juice jetted from his nuts and out the spongy head as he pumped and bucked into DeWayne. "Fuckin' TAKE IT!" he roared. DeWayne held on to John's ass to be sure that his benefactor was seated as deeply as his dick could pump. He felt the sprays of baby batter splash and coat his ass walls. These humans sure do have the right idea when it comes to mating. Pleasure like this could move worlds. It was certainly better than any of the "stims" he'd tried on other worlds. They all left him flat and empty afterwards. This mating that the humans did kept giving pleasure even after his dick stopped jerking. John leaned in and kissed him. "And I thought you were the best top I've ever been with. You also win the prize for best bottom. DAMN! You're good!" DeWayne only smiled up at him and held on to John's hard ass, willing John's dick to stay hard as long as possible. His ass loved being pleasured by such a big, juicy dick. But, eventually, John's dick slithered out of DeWayne's ass with a wet plop and they lay beside each other again. John looked over at his bedmate. "I love you, DeWayne. I know it's far too soon to say that, but you complete me in so many ways that I can't imagine my life without you." The alien was afraid that something like this might occur. He smiled back at John and kissed him, but didn't know what to say. He couldn't say what needed to be said without breaking the man's heart. But, they couldn't live together on this planet. John would die and the alien would go on as he always had. Perhaps, he was being selfish. Was he having feelings for this man and he didn't want to lose him to the inevitable death that occurred to these beings? But, the longer he stayed, the stronger those feelings would become: for both of them. This had disaster written all over it. During dinner preparations, DeWayne bent John over the sink and ate his ass out. When his host was at the cook top, DeWayne plowed him deep and good. John very nearly creamed his nut into the stir fried vegetables he was preparing as he got fucked. As it was, John sprayed his nut into the salad bowl when DeWayne went back to eating his ass out again. DeWayne was just the kinda sex pig that John had always wanted in his life, but was sure it could never happen. No one was as freaky as he was (with the possible exception of his twin brothers). This budding relationship with a gym buddy was almost too good to be true. Little did he know how close to the truth that was. After dinner, John asked DeWayne if he needed to run back to his house for Monday morning. DeWayne assured him that as a freelance travel consultant, his hours were his own. He'd prefer to stay with John if it weren't too much trouble. John giddily assured him that DeWayne was no trouble at all. He sealed the deal with more sperm being pumped up DeWayne's hungry hole after they'd gone to bed for the night. John was flexible enough and DeWayne's dick long enough that he could suck off DeWayne as he fucked him. They nutted very nearly at the same time, again. The next morning, John made the call to his employer, assuring them that he'd be in later, but he had a banking situation that needed to be resolved. His boss told him that there were no pressing issues, so he could come in when the banking thing was taken care of. Little did he know that it would take all of the morning and most of the afternoon. He did call again to say it was taking far longer than he thought it would and that he would be out, probably the rest of the day. They waited for the bank to open, but the bank called first at 9 a.m. The investments manager for the Portland area wanted to see John as soon as possible to discuss investing most of the checking account balance in something that would earn him more than free checking. They arranged to meet at the local branch of the bank (only half a mile away from John's house) at 10 a.m. "You'll come with me, won't you?" John asked DeWayne. "If you think I'd be able to help," DeWayne replied, "I'll be glad to go with you." "You are so well traveled that I'm sure you have experience with banks." "I'll do what I can." At the appointed hour, they walked over to the bank (no point in driving such a short distance). John had met Ed a few times before and had seen him at the gym, too. He had helped John get a college loan for his last year of college and set up the payment plan to repay it all without interest during the nine month grace period. Otherwise, they'd never really talked about investments, given John's short employment history and mediocre salary. The only way he'd been able to get into his house was through a down- payment loan from his parents. They had always been very good to him. After introductions, Ed said, "This one sure sneaked up on us," he began. "We should have had you in something with a better return as fast as possible. I'm very sorry that we didn't call you on Saturday as soon as we knew about it." "You sure it's mine?" John wondered. "Oh, yes," Ed assured him. "As soon as it appeared in the account on Saturday, our investments department has been back checking all night and all day Sunday to be sure it wasn't a posting error. It's yours alright! "I think you should be diversified: put some money in tax-exempt municipal bonds, some corporate bonds (Triple A only), and some mutual funds with a good history, even in down times. Would that be okay?" John looked at DeWayne who shrugged. John nodded. "So, what kind of percentages should we use? You're young, so you can take some risk, but in this market, I'd go with probably 50% munis, 30% corporate bonds, and the balance in a solid mutual fund or two. You okay with that?" "Sure," John smiled, still a little bewildered. "Okay, so you have $27, 740,000 and change in the account. Shall we move all but $40,000? I don't want to leave you short if you should decide to take an expensive vacation." "Uh, yeah," John replied, looking to DeWayne for support. DeWayne only smiled. "Uh, how often do the munis and corporate bonds pay their interest?" John asked. "Generally quarterly. Some are annually, though. Do you have a preference? There are a lot of high quality bonds in both categories, so we can be picky," Ed told him. "Uh, quarterly then. Local munis, if they're strong enough, would be my preference," John said, warming to the idea. "The interest would be deposited directly to my checking account then?" "Yes. Would you like the bonds to mature on a staggered basis or 10 or 20 years in the future?" Ed pressed. "Which would you recommend?" "I wouldn't get anything with a shorter term than five years and I wouldn't go longer than 10 years," Ed suggested. "You don't want to get yourself locked into interest rates for too long." "Okay then, 75% in five year and scatter the rest up to 10 years. Corporate the same way." "No problem. I'll work it up for you this afternoon. Will you be available at your home number or work?" "Uh, home number, I think," John mused. "This will take some getting used to." "If you'd rather wait and do more research, I'll be happy to put it in short-term T- Bills just to get you some interest before we move on this," Ed offered. "We also have a sweep account that pushes your money into a money-market type of account, but moves it back automatically if you write a check, make an e-payment, or use your debit card." "Go ahead and work it up and shoot it to me in an e-mail," John finally decided. "I'll think about what else I could do, but I think your ideas are sound." They filled out forms, notarized signatures, shook hands and left. "You didn't really need me," DeWayne said as they walked back toward John's home. "You were moral support," John countered. "Just being there kept me calm." DeWayne had touched his mind again just before they'd entered the bank to speak with Ed. He gave him the same image of calmness that he had last night. It seemed to work easily on humans. "So, what are going to do with your new fortune?" the alien asked, always looking for more information on how sentient beings reacted to new situations. "I'm still overwhelmed by it all, but I'm sticking by my idea to give some to charity, some to help out my brothers and my parents. After that, I have no idea. I'll have to give it some more thought," he replied. "But, I need to pay back my parents for the down payment they gave me, pay off their mortgage, and probably pay off my own. Then, I want to start giving money to charity, so I think I'll ask Ed to invest only $27,000,000. The rest I'll be spending on my parents, my brothers, and charity." "That seems very reasonable," DeWayne smiled. "And maybe a little on yourself?" he pressed. "Well, maybe a little," John laughed. "But, I think I'll call Ed as soon as we get home and ask him to work up the plan, but not implement anything until after I get a chance to talk to a tax accountant. I need some reassurance that I'm making the right moves that don't cause me a big tax problem later." "Again, very reasonable," DeWayne assured him. "I just wish I knew someone who was good at this kind of tax planning." "Maybe Ed will have a couple of people you could contact?" "Oh, good thought!" When they got back to John's house, John called Ed and told him of the modification in plans and to ask for a tax accountant that Ed trusted. Ed suggested his own tax accountant who had his own practice. He was a middle-aged guy who'd been around long enough to know all the ins and outs of tax policy, plus he had a very capable staff to assist him. John called the tax accountant as soon as Ed hung up. With an appointment set for 1 p.m., John and DeWayne retired to the bedroom and leisurely exchanged more, fresh baby batter. They napped for an hour, and then headed downtown for lunch and their appointment with the tax accountant.