Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2021 19:03:49 -0500
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Subject: Tink Returns by Cutter09 gay young friends

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  This is a continuation of "Tink". It might help to know the backstory
before reading this.


TInk Returns

  As I meandered around the party, I was suddenly approached by Becky
Duncan. It was her house we were in, her party, her friends. I wasn't sure
why I had even been invited. I didn't hang out with her or her friends. I
didn't hang out with anyone really.

  "Oh Garrett, I'm glad you could make it," Becky said leaning in really
close to me.

  She was an attractive girl in a geekish way. All the kids in my school
were geeks to some degree. She was actually older than me yet she'd seemed
intent on becoming my friend this year.

  "Would you meet me upstairs in twenty minutes," she added in a whisper.

  "Uh... sure Becky," I answered nervously.

  It's a big house and it was packed with kids. Someone bumped into me,
spilling what was obviously an alcoholic beverage on my shirt. I ducked
into the nearest bathroom to try to get the beverage, and mostly its smell,
out of my shirt.

  I took it off, and was running water on it, when the door opened and
Cameron Duncan came in.

  "Don't mind me, I just need to take a leak," he said, stepping up to the
toilet right beside the sink.

  Cameron Duncan is Becky's brother, my age, and a lot more attractive than
Becky. He whipped out his dick standing right next to me. I could see it
out of the corner of my eye and in the mirror over the sink. I tried not to
stare, as instead of peeing, he started stroking his nice dick. It looked
to be about six inches, with a nice pink head.

  He must have noticed me looking, because he reached over and grasped my
dick over my pants.

  My dick started to react to the situation, but I couldn't. I wanted to
stay true to Tink. "Um... I should go now," I said, backing away. I threw
on the wet shirt and high tailed it out of there, before I did something I
would regret. I had remained faithful this long, I wasn't screwing it up
now.

  I went upstairs to find Becky. There were like ten rooms up there, and
she didn't say which one to meet her in. I opened one door to an empty
room. Going to the next one, I opened it to find a couple on the bed. I
didn't know the girl, but the boy behind her with his dick buried in her I
knew. Winston Bellows.

  "You can have her next, Garrett," Winston said, then he glanced at the
semi erection hiding in my pants. "Or we can send this bitch out and have
some fun by ourselves."

  I watched for a minute as my dick completed its journey upwards. Then I
backed out of the room, leaving the couple to their own pleasures.

  I continued my search for Becky, wondering what she wanted with me. Her
dad owned a grocery store, and I was thinking about getting a job there
this summer. Being friendly with her couldn't hurt my chances.

  "There you are. What happened to your shirt?" she asked when I found her
in another bedroom.

  "I got splashed," I mumbled looking at my wet shirt.

  She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it off me in a second. "Let
me take care of that." Then she saw the lump in my pants and gripped
it. "Mmm. I could take care of that for you too," she said, giving it a few
strokes.

  Man, I should have looked at my calendar this morning. I'm sure it must
have said it's "Grab Garrett's Dick" day.

  "As attractive as that sounds, I don't think it would be a good
idea. What did you want to see me about?"

  "This," she answered as she dropped to her knees and started to unzip my
pants.

  Well, I don't think I'll be getting a job at Duncan's Groceries this
summer, after turning down both the Duncan kids in one night.


  On Monday after the party, I was just leaving my house, headed for
another boring school day. It was almost the end of the second school year
since I had last seen Tink, though I thought of him constantly. It was hard
to believe that two years could take an eternity to pass.

  Suddenly there was a bright light, like a camera flash, right in front of
my eyes. I covered my eyes, then rubbed them until I could focus again. As
my eyes adjusted, the image before me must be either a dream or a brain
tumor.

  "Tink? OH MY GOD! Is it really you?"

  "In the flesh, Handsome," he answered as he drew me in for a passionate
kiss. The memory of many such kisses flashed through my mind as brightly as
that flash of light.

  I was surprised he would kiss me right in front of my house. When we
finally parted, he was grinning like he always did when he had read my mind
about something. "Are you already digging around in my head?"

  "Yeah. You are truly wonderful," he said, still smiling.

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "Nothing that I didn't already know about you. You're not thinking of
anybody else. You haven't been with anyone since I left."

  "Damn it Tink. We have got to set some boundaries. What are you doing
here? I didn't expect to see you for at least four more years." Just then I
noticed we weren't in front of my house. We were in a small room with a
couch-like thing and a table. "Where the hell are we anyway?" Apparently he
didn't pop in front of me, I was transported to him.

  "About five hundred miles above your house."

  I dropped down on the couch. Tink sat beside me. "Are we on your ship?"

  He nodded and kissed me again. They had abducted me for the second time,
but I didn't care as long as he kept kissing me. I reached into his
lap. Fortunately, I opened my eyes before pulling out his cock. His father
was standing there.

  His father knew we were intimate, in fact Tink had asked his permission
to fuck me the first time. But he had never seen us like this.

  I jumped up. "Sorry, Sir."

  He smiled at me. "I assume Tink has been too busy to tell you why we are
here."

  "He was just about to, Sir."

  Tink's father looked at Tink, and I actually think Tink was
blushing. Hard to tell when they're so pale.

  "I once told you that your loyalty would be rewarded. I also said that
you would be our ambassador to your people. You will represent us and
present our case to your world's governments. This will make you famous
beyond anything you can imagine. For some, it will also make you a
target. But fear not, you will be protected. You will also be given
knowledge of our history and experiences that will be of great help to
humans. You will be given technology that will make you extremely wealthy
and freedom to travel wherever our people reside. This is a great honor,
and a great burden as well. I again must place my trust in you. The time
has come for you to make your place in history, Mr. Ambassador."

  I looked at Tink. He had a serious expression on his face. He didn't try
to speak to me telepathically, probably because his father would have heard
it too.

  "I... uh... I am at your service. Whatever you need of me."

  Tink's father held his hand out to me, as I had done with him the first
time we met. I extended my hand, but he didn't shake it. Instead he clasped
something to my wrist. It was about two inches wide and looked like a clear
jelly bracelet. It sort of unraveled and expanded into several thinner
ribbons like live fingers, that criss crossed up my arm, even dipping into
my skin and reemerging farther along my arm.

  I tried not to react, but even Tink had an expression of shock. Soon the
device's tendrils had completed their journey criss crossing up my arm, and
the part that was visible seemed to become a part of my skin. The process
looked grotesque and painful. But in fact I barely felt a slight tingling
in my arm.

  "Tink, you have two days to spend with your friend. You and Garrett will
see me the day after tomorrow," his father said with authority.

  Another flash of light, and suddenly, we were back in front of my
house. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? And what is this thing in
my arm?" I asked Tink.

  "I don't know everything, only that we suddenly decided to return
here. Father was quite insistent on coming back. That thing in your arm?
I've never actually seen one, I've heard about them. It's an Anatomic Neuro
Control Interface Device. Ancid for short. I've never heard of them being
used. The tendrils actually are now connected to your brain. It must be
very important for you to have it, it's some real Next Gen shit."

  Tink hadn't forgotten all the lingo he had learned here. I grabbed his
arm and pulled him into the house.

  "Hey. That's twice you didn't react before I asked," I pointed
out. Usually he starts answering my question before I ask, or starts in the
direction we need to go before I say it.

  "Uh... I didn't hear you. You're blocking me. It must be the Ancid."

  "Do you mean you can't dig around in my brain anymore? Try it."

  He looked at me as intently as I have ever seen him. "I'm getting
nothing."

  "Oh, that's too bad. I was suggesting we get naked together. But if you
didn't get the message then I guess we can't."

  "Like hell," Tink said, while taking off his shirt.

  I sat back to watch my alien lover. I hadn't seen him in two years. He
was taller, but still had that smooth boyish look.Then he dropped his
underwear. Two years ago he was large at seven and a half inches. What
appeared now was at least two inches longer.

  "Oh my god, Tink. You've grown," I blurted out.

  "I'm sure you have too. If you'd get naked I could find out how much."

  "Not as much as you," I replied as I started undressing.

  Once naked, we just stared at each other. Tink finally stepped closer and
kissed me. I could feel both of our erections between us. The kiss was very
passionate, and I was quickly in need of fucking.

  "I cannot believe you have not shared your beautiful body with anyone. I
am truly blessed and the boys of earth are missing out."

  "I told you I belong to you. I meant it. Now, where's the lube?"

  It had been almost two years since I'd had anything in me. It was a
little painful to say the least, especially considering how much larger
Tink is now. I was holding my breath as he sank into me a little at a
time. He wasn't even seated completely when I shot my first load between
us. Once he hit bottom and began moving in and out of me, I knew I could be
more than satisfied with that alone. But I also knew the best was yet to
come. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, surrendering myself to what
was about to happen.

  I felt his bulb swell within me. That triggered my second orgasm. Tink
was slowly drawing it in and out to give me time to adjust. Then he picked
up the pace. That fat bulb was stretching my insides from asshole to belly
button. I came again. Then the electricity started. The current caused by
the cartilage in the middle of his shaft.

  "Jesus! Oh Tink, I've missed this so much."

  I was in constant orgasm mode. I had been moaning loudly the whole time,
now I was screaming and begging to be fucked harder. Tink, the ever
diligent lover, complied and really pounded me. Just when I thought I
couldn't take anymore, Tink shoved in hard one last time and I felt his
blue alien cum flood my receptive tunnel.

  I was near unconsciousness, but I could clearly hear Tink's voice inside
my head, but he wasn't speaking to me. "I'm so glad I waited to be with
Garrett again. God, how I love this earth boy."

  "I love you too, Tink."

  "You heard that? I wasn't sending it to you, but you heard it. Shit. With
that Ancid, you can read my mind and I can't read yours." Tink said as he
withdrew from my ass.

  I grunted in disappointment at the loss. "Guess the shoe is on the other
foot now. You better be careful what you think. But, thanks for saving
yourself for me too. That means a lot to me."

  "In a few months, I'll be sixteen earth years old. I can proclaim a life
mate then. I want it to be you Garrett."

  "Me? Won't your parents be disappointed that you didn't choose a female
of your own species? I mean, the whole grandchildren thing and all." I
asked.

  "Our people don't worry about same gender mating. Although I will
probably be the first to go outside my species, I don't think it will be a
problem. I know Father and Mother like you. Hell, who wouldn't want their
son to mate with the Intergalactic Ambassador."

  "Lifemate? Sounds kinda permanent."

  "Our life expectancy is roughly one hundred sixty earth years. It is a
lifelong commitment. You and I will be marked just below our navels. No
Antrillian will ever have sex with you or me with that mark."

  Antrillian. I've never heard you refer to your species. I like the sound
of it, sorta rolls off the tongue nicely."

  "Actually, you are Antrillian too, by adoption. Father made it so."

  "Uh... Ok. I'm now a citizen of a different planet, an Intergalactic
Ambassador, and mated for a hundred and sixty years. Not a bad day's work
for a fifteen year old Earthling," I laughed.

  "Yeah, it's funny, but serious too. You are the only Intergalactic
Ambassador. And you are going to be very busy. Father knows how you could
have profited from exposing us. Your loyalty means a lot to our people. You
were unanimously appointed Ambassador by our Council."

  "I could never do anything to hurt my alien boyfriend. My only question
is, do I still get to have you?"

  "I will be at your side throughout everything that's coming."

  "What does that mean? It sounds ominous."

  "I'm not sure. I know it's why we came back and our timetable moved
forward. And it all revolves around you," Tink said, sounding serious.

  "Okay. No pressure then, huh. It sounds important to your people. Are you
sure I'm the right one for the job? I'm just a kid."

  "From what I know, it's of utmost importance to your people as
well. Father and the Council have faith in you though."

  "I'll do whatever I need to do to keep you with me. I've been so lonely
since you left."

  "What about your friend Derk?" Tink laughed.

  "Shut up. You know I don't like him. But guess what. Rumor is he;s down
at the docks on weekends selling blow jobs for five bucks," I sniggered.

  "Guess he acquired the taste from Mr. Travis," Tink chuckled. "Speaking
of taste..." Tink leaned down and licked all the cum from my belly. "Mmm,
still delicious."

  I looked down and there was a huge blue stain on the bed. I reached down
and touched my butt. "Jesus Tink. My asshole's the size of a lemon and
there's alien cum pouring out of me."

  "Are you complaining?" he asked as he kissed me again.

  "No. But the stain is going to be hard to explain to my mom."

  "The leaky pen excuse always worked before."

  "That pen must be the size of a baseball bat to hold that much ink."

  Tink and I stayed in bed the rest of the day. He told me of the planets
he had visited since he left, and how proud he was when it was announced
that I was the Intergalactic Ambassador. But mostly we just kissed and
cuddled. I wasn't sure if I could survive another fucking like the last
one.

  My mom came home first. We were there to greet her at the door. "Mom, you
remember my friend Tink. He's back in town, hopefully permanently."

  "Nice to see you again Tink. Are you staying for dinner?"

  "Uh... Actually, he's staying a couple of days if that's alright."

  "Of course Dear. You know your friends are always welcome."

  Tink and I both picked up her thoughts. "He's still such a strange
looking boy, but sweet."

  When Dad came home, before I could say anything, he was thinking,
"Garrett's well hung friend is back. It's going to get noisy around here
again."

  "Great to see you again, Tink. Garrett told us your father was
transferred out of the country for probably six years."

  "Well, you know how it goes. Sometimes fate has a way of changing
things." Tink replied to my dad. Then to me he thought, "See, I told you
you were too noisy."

  "Wait till your dad learns the truth about why we're back. You're gonna
be in trouble," Tink thought to me, childishly extending the word trouble.

  We all had dinner together, with Tink convincingly lying about his
travels to Europe and Asia. Occasionally telling me things like "Your
parents are really clueless." and "They're eating this shit up." Then we
went to bed.

  "I really want you to make love to me again," I told Tink.

  "You scream like I'm tearing you apart. Your Dad would be here in a
heartbeat."

  "Sometimes it feels like you're tearing me apart."

  "We'll have a lifetime together to do that. And tomorrow when your
parents aren't here."

  As it turned out, they were both home all day. I was gagging to get
fucked, and they just wouldn't leave. I guess it's a good thing though. I
probably wouldn't have survived it anyway. So Tink and I spent two nights
snuggling and reconnecting emotionally. Then, with a flash of light, his
father appeared in my room. Thankfully, we were dressed.

  "Mr. Ambassador, we need you to take this to your president," he said,
handing me a thick folder.

  "Uh... I'm just supposed to walk into the oval office and give this to
him?" Is he fucking nuts?

  Picking up on my negative thoughts he said, "Garrett, please show me the
same faith as I have placed in you. The device in your arm has many
capabilities. Getting in will not be a problem.  Your president will have
questions. You will have the answers you need. Look over the
documents. Then take Tink's hand and think of where you want to go."

  "Should I click my heels together three times like Dorothy did in Oz?" I
quipped sarcastically.

  Tink's father actually smiled. "That is a movie I have enjoyed very
much. Your sense of humor will come in handy, Mr. Ambassador."

  He bowed to me, then disappeared. Tink was in shock again. "My father
bowed to you. I've never seen him do that to anyone."

  "Why did he address me as Mr. Ambassador one minute, then the next as
Garrett?"

  "Officially, you're the ambassador, unofficially, you're a friend. He
made those distinctions when addressing those two people.

  I opened the folder and discovered I could scan the material quickly. The
first few pages were merely an introduction to the Antrillian race. Where
they're from etc. But the further I read, the more worried I became.

  "Do you know what's in this file?" I asked Tink.

  "No. That's official business."

  I took his hand and thought about the oval office in the white house.

  The president was not alone when we suddenly appeared in a flash of
light. Three other men were there and were very alarmed.

  "You may go," I said to them. Telepathically I told them everything is as
it should be, they relaxed and left.

  "Who the hell are you, and how did you get in?" The president shouted.

  "Don't press any alarm buttons. You'll find it won't do any good. I have
something for you Mr. President. First let me apologize for the intrusion,
and introduce myself and my companion. My name is Garrett. I'm the
Intergalactic Ambassador. This is my friend Tink. He is Antrillian. That is
explained in the first few pages of this file. Those facts can be verified
by scientist. Further along in the file, are some things that can not be
verified for about three months. You will understand once you've read the
file.

  "What I need from you is for you to have all the world leaders meet me in
two weeks, either here at the capital or at the U.N."

  "What kind of horseshit are you trying to pull? There's no way in hell
that's happening."

  "I assure you, Sir. It will happen or the entire world is going to blame
you when the shit hits the fan. I suggest you read the file, have the facts
checked, then use every bit of your influence to make it happen. Oh, and
have a copy of that file printed in every language that will be needed. One
for each country whose leader will be in attendance. And send it to them
before the meeting. They will come."

  "So you just waltz in here uninvited, start making demands on the
President of the United States, and I'm just suppose to bow to your whims."

  "I'm sorry, Sir. I wish it could be otherwise. But read the file. You'll
see that it is of utmost importance."

  "What's this Intergalactic Ambassador bullshit? Are you saying aliens
have landed?'

  "You're beginning to get the picture. I am their representative. They
trust me. All contact with them will go through me, so I suggest you trust
me too."

  "This isn't a joke, is it," he stated slightly bewildered, finally
accepting the truth.

  "Afraid not. It's quite serious."

  Tink and I returned home. I was afraid there would be a news report on TV
about us infiltrating the white house, but there wasn't. I wasn't looking
forward to explaining things to my parents.

  Tink and I had just undressed and were playing with each other's dicks,
when, with a flash of light, his father appeared.

  "Shit! Now I see where you get your boundary issues." I said to Tink as I
scrambled for my clothes.

  Tink's father watched us dress then said, "Mr. Ambassador, we need your
help on Cephalon 5."

  "Is that a mountain in Europe or something?" I asked, still embarrassed
about being caught naked with his son.

  "No. It's a planet near the Sagittarius Constellation. You should be back
in under a week. I'll explain your absence to your parents."

  "Uh... Planet?... Sagittarius?... How can I help?"

  "Here is everything you need to know," he said, handing me something that
looked like a square marble made of clear jelly. "Good luck,
Mr. Ambassador."

  Another light flash. Tink and I were suddenly facing another Antrillian.

  "Uncle Treb!" Tink thought, and I picked up. He threw his arms around the
thin alien.

  "I was anxious to meet the famous Ambassador Garrett. Welcome aboard."

  Famous? I looked around the room. This one was mostly pale blue and
larger than the previous room Tink and I met in. There was a large chaise
lounge thing, a table, and three comfy looking chairs, and some sort of
control console.

  "Are we back on your ship, Tink?"

  Treb answered for him. "Actually, Mr. Ambassador, we are on your ship."

  "Holy shit!" Tink said and pointed at some symbol on the floor. Then he
went to the control console, looked down at it and started touching the top
of it at different spots.

  "I see Tink's language skills have become more colorful with his time on
Earth. We should reach Cephalon 5 in 36 hours."

  "What is this?" I asked, holding out the jelly cube.

  "Place it on your right wrist," Treb answered.

  I did as he said. The cube seemed to liquify and soak into my wrist. I
instantly knew the problem on Cephalon5.

  "Will you join me for dinner in my quarters in an hour?" Treb asked.

  "Uh... Sure. We'll be there."

  After he left, I turned to Tink. "Oh my god, Tink. I'm so scared," I
said, throwing my arms around him. "There's over a billion people on that
planet, and your father expects me to prevent them from annihilating each
other."

  Tink held and kissed me. "My father knows your heart and mind even better
than I do. My people have faith in you. That symbol on the floor is like a
rank among my people. My father would be the equivalent of a three star
general. That symbol says you outrank him. That is why he bowed to
you. This ship is the size and shape of two domed stadiums on earth. Four
times the size of my father's ship, and you currently have a crew of over
three thousand Antrillians at your command, including my uncle."

  "But why? Why can't he do this? Why am I the one for this job?"

  "My people are very private and don't trust just anyone. We don't usually
expose ourselves to any other life forms in the galaxy. You kept our
secret, you sacrificed for us. That goes a long way. Now we must make our
existence known to the people of earth, but no one else. We trust you. That
is why you were chosen for the job."

  Tink leaned down and kissed me deeply. I soon melted in his arms. My
concerns melted with me. We undressed quickly. I took his big cock into my
mouth. I hadn't tasted him in two years.

  "Oh Garrett, that feels so good. But you know you have to stop."

  He was right of course. Once his bulb began to swell, I probably wouldn't
survive it. It would probably break my jaw, and I would suffocate while
waiting for it to go down. I almost didn't care, I just want him so bad. It
is sad to think that no Antrillian has ever had a blow job to
completion. But the pros of the bulb outweigh the cons. Thank God Tink
brought his lube.

  He entered me slowly, his cock taking up every bit of space
available. His strokes were deliberate and steady. His bulb swelled within
me, removing from me all the troubles that were heavy on my mind. I was
mush in his lovemaking. I may be an ambassador, but he ruled my body. I
clawed at his pale skin and thrust my stretched hole up to meet his
strokes. His current flowed through me as I yelled out again and
again. Finally, he bellowed as he blew his blue baby batter into my
bowels. Forget the mile high club. We are members of the light year high
club.

  "Uh Tink, we're supposed to meet your uncle for dinner, and I'm leaking
your cum from my gaping ass," I said as we recovered.

  Tink touched the control console, a panel opened to reveal a small
towel. "Use this."

  We dressed and I had the towel up my butt crack. "Now I know what women
feel like wearing kotex pads."

  Outside my door was a guard who stomped a foot, and pounded a fist to his
chest in salute. As Tink and I walked down the halls of the ship, crew
members stood aside at attention and bowed as I passed. I think Tink's
chest puffed out in pride to be with me.

  Dinner with Treb was interesting. He had apparently picked up a bucket of
KFC chicken, just for the occasion. I can only imagine the look of surprise
on the face of some minimum wage employee when a bucket of chicken
disappeared right before his eyes.

  "This is so much better than the synthetic crap we usually have onboard,"
Tink mentioned, and Treb nodded in agreement as he chowed down.

  "Ambassador, you have eight hundred men at your disposal for a landing
party now. Two thousand more if you need it. Or we can wait until
reinforcements arrive in another 24 hours."

  "No. I don't want to risk that many lives. I will go alone. But is it
possible to slow down that transporter beam thing?"

  "Yes, but they might see you coming," Treb cautioned.

  "I want them to see me coming. Put it on the slowest setting."

  Later, in my quarters, Tink made love to me again. I wanted it, just in
case my plan didn't work, and it was the last I would see of him.

  We arrived at Cephalon5, and I instructed Treb to first beam me to one
location, wait thirty minutes then beam to another designation. He didn't
like it, but followed my orders.

  The problem on Cephalon5 was, although still somewhat primitive socially,
they had developed nuclear weapons. The planet was divided into two
opposing religious sects that have been at war for centuries. Now both
sides were threatening to use nuclear missiles. The outcome would be total
destruction of the planet. And both sides were too backward to figure that
out. Imagine the Hatfields and McCoys with nukes. Mutually assured
destruction.

  Descending into one side's capital, I was scared shitless. Then I saw the
people of the planet, ugliest mother fuckers I've ever seen, which scared
me even more.

  Tink and Treb had been worried about my safety, rightfully so. But once
in motion, I had to carry through with my plan. An hour later, I was back
on board my ship.

  Tink rushed into my arms, openly kissing me in front of his uncle. Treb
looked at me and said, "I thought for sure we'd beam back a dead body."

  "You almost did," I replied as I peeled Tink off me. "Please take me home
now."

  "I know that you have to make a report to the Council, but do you think
you succeeded?"

  "Only time will tell," I replied to Treb.

  I had 36 blissful hours alone with Tink before we reached Earth. I
updated him on the various goings on in school, like who was fucking who,
etc. I even told him about my run in with the Duncan kids. We achieved
orbit around Earth, and thankfully we were clothed when his father popped
in.

  "Ambassador, it is time for your report," he said in a serious
tone. "According to our records, you descended to Cephalon5 alone, even
though you had men at your disposal, and could have waited for a battalion
of soldiers. Is that true?"

  "Yes."

  "And you ordered Admiral Treb to slow down the transport beam?"

  "Yes."

  "Why?"

  "The information I had indicated that they are religious zealots who
worship the same six gods, but follow two different messiahs. I let them
see me come down from the heavens with a message from their gods. I told
them the gods were unhappy, and if they continued, the gods would destroy
both sides and none of them would make it to Ollaiee, their idea of
heaven."

  "It's also reported that both sides fired upon you?"

  "Yes. You once told me that I would be a target, but I would be
protected.  I trusted you enough to believe there was some sort of shield
in the ancid in my arm. The shield proved to them that I was in fact from
Olaiee, a new messiah it would seem, when their weapons were useless
against me."

  "So, you're statement is that you risked your own life, ended a centuries
old war, prevented a nuclear holacost, and saved a billion lives, by using
their religion against them, and without firing a single shot?"

  Yeah, I guess."

  "For your information, Ambassador, both sides are talking about a
messenger from the gods, are dismantling their missiles, and are bonding
over their shared experiences. This ends the official report."

  Tink's father then actually winked at me. "You did well, Garrett."

  "Did you speak with my parents?"

  "Yes. I think they understand."

  "Then I guess I should face the music."

  I could hear Tink's thoughts. He was not looking forward to facing my
parents either.

  "Hey. If I can drop into a nuclear war zone, you can face my parents with
me."

  They were in the living room when we beamed in. "Garrett!" they yelled
together, rushing to me. "Where the hell have you been? Tink's father said
something about... aliens," Dad said, whispering the last word. I could
hear in his head, "No wonder Tink has such a big dick."

  Tink heard it too, and just smiled.

  "You haven't told anyone about them, have you?" I asked, but knew his
answer before he said it.

  "Who would believe a story like that?"

  "In a few days, Dad, everyone is going to hear about it and believe."

  He looked at Tink. "So, you're from a ship that's floating..."

  "There are forty ships above your planet right now."

  "Are they going to invade us?" my father asked me.

  I decided to tell Dad the whole story. It took over an hour to answer
their questions and calm their fears. Just when I thought they were calm,
my cell phone rang.

  "Hello?... Yes Mr. President. I assume you confirmed the
information... Yes, I know it's hard to swallow... More proof? Would a
spaceship do?... I will see to it that one is visible on radar in an
hour. You must arrange that meeting... New York will be fine... I'll see
you there... Yes, tell them one hour, above Arizona. It will be visible for
only a minute."

  "Was that THE president?" my mother asked.

  "Yes. I'll explain all that later. Right now, we have to go."

  I turned to Tink and said, "I've always wanted to say this. Beam me up
Scotty,"

  "Who is Scotty?" Treb asked when we were aboard my ship.

  "Long story. But we need to get to Arizona and decloak within radar range
for one minute, at exactly 6:57."

  "This is highly irregular." Treb argued.

  "So is slowing the transporter beam. Just do it. I'll take the heat for
it. One minute, then get us the hell out of there." I wouldn't be surprised
if our military fired at us, especially since they knew we were coming.

  Back in my room at 7:09, I received another call. "Hello
Mr. President... Yes it is huge... About the size of two domed
stadiums... Yes it does move fast... I'll see you in New York."

  "How did you know that would work? That Treb would pick us up? Tink
asked.

  "The only way your father could have known what happened on Cephalon5, is
if I was in constant communication with the ship. This ancid thing is
pretty neat. I just need to figure out how to turn it off so your uncle
won't hear us fuck."

  In my head I heard Treb say, "Think, privacy mode."

  "Shit." I should have thought of that. And it was obvious he had heard us
fucking those times since I've had the devise.  ************

  The big day arrived, the world was ablaze with gossip of why so many
dignitaries were in attendance of a "Special Summit". The news outlets had
reported leaks from different sources about something of global
importance. But none knew what was really about to take place.

  Not surprisingly, the leaders of Russia, North Korea, and Iran, decided
not to attend. The huge theater was filled, and buzzing when Tink and I
beamed down in front of everyone. The place silenced at the spectacle.

  Speaking into a microphone on the podium I began. "I am Ambassador
Garrett."

  There was quite a bit of chatter of disbelief because the documents had
been signed "Ambassador Garrett". "I will be speaking English, so your
translators will have to relate what is said here, but you may speak to me
in your native language when called upon to speak, I will understand you. I
know it is hard to believe a boy is an Ambassador, but that is the case. If
you have read the document, you understand how dire the situation is. But
let me recap for you. There is an asteroid headed toward Earth. It is
roughly the size of Texas. It is what scientists call a planet killer. Even
a glancing blow would destroy all life on Earth.

  "The only reason we are aware of it is because of my friend here, Tink,
and his people, the Antrillians. The U.S. President confirmed their
existence before forwarding the document to you."

  The place was abuzz again.

  "Please. We need to move on. The Antrillian race is looking for a
home. Actually several. They wish permission to have a portion of their
population reside here on Earth. As it affects everyone on the planet, you
have been asked here to consider their proposal."

  Hands were going up all around the theater. I pointed to a man about
midway up. He spoke Polish I believe.

  "If, as you say, an asteroid is going to destroy Earth, why would they
want to come here?"

  "Great question. As a sign of good faith, the Antrillians will eliminate
the threat of impact when it is within sight of our telescopes and its
trajectory can be verified by our scientists."

  "How do we know we can trust them?" yelled a woman from Germany.

  "Please wait to be recognised before blurting out, or this is just going
to turn into bedlam. But to answer your question. You don't know for
sure. There is no way you could. I can tell you that as their Ambassador I
negotiated, on their behalf, to prevent a nuclear war on another planet. It
would have no effect on them if the war continued. They wanted to save all
those lives and the entire planet, because it was the right thing to do."

  A hand was waving so hard I thought the guy would have a stroke if I
didn't call on him.

  "Another planet? Are you saying other aliens exist? And how did you get
there?" He spoke with a British accent.

  "Yes. The Antrillians are merely one of thousands of lifeforms out
there. Over a hundred have visited Earth at one time or another. The planet
is near the Sagittarius constellation. I went there on one of their
ships. The trip only took thirty six hours."

  I pointed to a gentleman from Africa. "They want to live here. What if
they decide to kill us, or worse, enslave us."

  There was a murmur of agreement among the crowd. "The Antrillians have
been visiting Earth for over twenty thousand years. At any time they could
have done just that. They certainly have the technology for it. But the
fact is, if you read some of the ancient texts, you will read about fierce
battles in the sky. That was the Antrillians battling other
species. Actually protecting us from invasion."

  "What do they want in exchange for taking care of our asteroid problem?
What exactly is their proposal?" ask our own president.

  "The asteroid they will take care of either way. With or without an
agreement. What they propose is simple. In exchange for living here, they
will give us technology, stuff thousands of years ahead of what we
have. They ask for enough land to build a city for ten million
Antrillians. Somewhere out of the way of our own people so as not to
disrupt our society. Perhaps the Australian outback. The technology will,
among other things, provide us with unlimited clean energy. And it will be
doled out over a period of years because of the economic impact on such
things as fossil fuel companies and utilities. They also want every country
to disassemble its nuclear weapons."

  "That's outrageous! It would leave us defenceless against them!" the
president said.

  "Mr. President, I have to tell you, we are defenceless against them
anyway. They can flick a fly off your ass from a thousand miles in space,
or take out all of New York and leave nothing but a pastrami sandwich lying
in the dust. They insist on Nuclear disarmament to save the planet from
destruction. Everyone can keep their conventional weapons and their silly
spats over who owns what side of some stupid river. Over the past forty
years, Mr. President, how many times have our nukes gone offline without
explanation? Times when we had no control over them. It was scary to think
they could have blown then, wasn't it? I can see by your expression, you
know exactly what I'm talking about. That was the Antrillians letting us
know the dangers of nuclear weapons. They have the ability to take them out
if they want. Voluntarily disarming would show good faith on our part. I've
shown you one of their ships briefly. There are actually forty in orbit
around Earth right now. Any one of them could take out our planet
easily. They also provide us protection from other lifeforms that may not
be as considerate as Antrillians."

  Another hand was waving to get my attention. "What about breeding?"


  "Well, if we keep mixing the way we have been, the inevitable conclusion
to mankind is that we will all be one race, just as the Antrillians
are. But if you mean them mixing with us, it's not possible biologically
speaking, under natural mating conditions. So if an Antrillian married an
Earthling, they couldn't have babies. However, it can be done in a lab."

  The representative from Switzerland was practically begging to be called
upon, so I did. "So, they're going to just stay in their city?"

  "As they learn to trust us, and we them, I'm sure they will want to
assimilate into our society, just as I'm sure some adventurous Earthlings
will want to live among them. Think of it as a second marriage where both
sides have children. It will take awhile to become a blended family, and
there will probably be some tension along the way. But it will happen."

  Japan was next with a question. "How did you become their ambassador?"

  "I have known Tink and his family for three years. I was aware they are
aliens and didn't expose them. Tink's father is on their governing council
and trusts me. And for now, all contact with them will go through me."

  China was next. "If you knew they were here, you are guilty of treason
for not reporting them."

  "If I thought they posed a threat, I would have. What would have come of
it? World wide panic. Maybe an intergalactic war which we couldn't win. And
with this asteroid coming, they could let us all die. A peaceful, formal
introduction, such as this, was the best option.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, We could go on here all night. You have the
information you need. The asteroid is only a few months away, and I would
like a general consensus on the proposal before it gets here. I must
repeat, the Antrillians will solve the problem of the asteroid even if we
don't allow them refuge here, but I think it is in our best interest to
agree to help them as well.  My email address and phone number is on the
documents, if you have more questions. For now you need to consider the
proposal and let me know your decision as soon as possible. Tink, do you
have anything to add?"

  Tink stepped up to the microphone, raised his hand and separated his four
fingers in the signature salute of Spock on Star Trek. "Live long and
prosper"

  The move brought the place down in laughter.  *********

  "You were brilliant!" Tink proclaimed back at my house.

  "No. You were. That Spock thing was just what was needed to relieve the
tension."

  Then I noticed my parents staring at us. They had been glued to the
television set, where it was all broadcast live. Their heads swiveled from
us to the tv, then back to us.

  "You... you were just there. Is it true Garrett? Are we going to die from
an asteroid?" Dad stuttered.

  "No, Dad. We'll be fine. The Antrillians will help us."

  On the tv, was a snapshot of Tink posing as Spock. The caption read,
"Aliens among us!"

  "Are you still going to apply for a job at Duncan's Grocery?" Dad
chuckled.

  "I think I'll be a little too busy for that now."

  "You may not know this son, but you are going down in history as one of
the most important people who ever lived. The boy who brought together
Earth and Antrillia."

  "I don't know about all that. I just want to find a home for my friend."

  Tink said, "He's right. Even my father said it's time for you to make
your place in history."

  That is when Tink's father showed up. "Damn. How do you do that?" my
father asked.

  "You did well today, Ambassador. The world is taking notice, and your
message was well received, but why did they laugh at my son?"

  "Sir, he was brilliant! There is a character on tv called Spock. He is an
alien. Tink quoted Spock. It was just what was needed to lighten the
tension in the room, and make aliens seem less frightening."

  "I see. Good job son."

  My phone rang just then. "Hello... Yes this is Garrett... Thank you
sir... Well, we appreciate your support... Really? Yes, that would be
awesome... I'm sure that can be arranged... Yes, I will speak to
them... Thank you again, good bye. That was the secretary of the interior
of Australia. They voted to approve the proposal, and are allocating up to
a thousand square miles of the outback for your citizens. There are some
indiginous people who may have to be relocated, but that shouldn't be a
problem. Right?"

  "No Garrett, that wouldn't be a problem."

  My phone rang again. "Hello... Sure, I'll hold... Hello your Royal
Highness... I'm sorry, I don't know the proper way to address the
Pope... Oh... Your Holiness... I'm sorry no one considered inviting you. I
wasn't in charge of the invitations... Yes, I can see why it might cause
people to question their religious beliefs. I recall reading that God
created man in his image, I don't recall anywhere in the bible where it
says that he only created us, here on earth, and nowhere else... They do
look very similar to us... I think that should be your position... Let me
know if I can be of further assistance. Goodbye.

  "Did the Pope just call and ask you for advice?" my dad asked.

  "It seems so."

  "This is why you are the perfect person to represent us. Your people
skills, compassion, and common sense, set you apart from others," our tall
alien friend said.

  "I see his point though, Discovering that we are not alone in the
universe will cause most people to question their religion." I pointed out
to Tink's father.

  ""They will eventually accept it. There is a reason that almost all
religions have a god or gods that came from the sky. The truth has been
withheld from the people by religious leaders so that they can instill some
morality, but mostly so they can control the masses. The Vatican has known
all along. The pope didn't seem surprised at our existence did he?"

  "Hmm, no he didn't as a matter of fact. He didn't even ask if this was
all true, like everyone else had," I answered, in a bit of a quandary.

  "I will send a true history of earth to your ancid, so that you will have
a better understanding, to help you in your duties as Intergalactic
Ambassador."

  "It would be nice to have all the facts if I'm going to be dealing with
these situations."

  "Well, we have another situation that needs your attention. The Kwarks
have recently begun exploring outside their own solar system. One of their
ships crashed on Serius 1262. The indigenous people are unique in that the
entire planet is one race, with one leader. But they are relatively
primitive, and fear anything they don't understand. They captured the two
Kwark crewmen. Now the Kwarks have launched a warship headed to Serius 1262
and will probably make an example of them and wipe out the entire species."

  "Can they? I mean do they have the ability?"

  "Yes, and they're not a friendly race."

  "Can't we just pick up the crewmen and take them home?"

  "Yes, but as I said, the people of Serius 1262 fear what they don't
understand, and they certainly would not understand that. And the Kwarks
would probably kill them all anyway."

  "But I'm so busy here right now. I don't know if I can get away for long
enough to save an entire species," I jokingly said.

  "It will take two days to reach Serius1262, and the Kwarks will be there
in about three days. If you haven't resolved the issue by then, it won't
matter."

   "So I have a whole day to save the planet. You don't ask for much, do
you." I looked at Tink and his expression was one of total shock. I'm not
sure if it was because of my attitude, or the way I spoke to his
father. "May Tink come with me?"

  "If you require his assistance Mr. Ambassador. Certainly."

  "I'm not asking as your Ambassador. I'm asking Tink's father if he may go
with his friend Garrett to a distant planet."

  Tink's father smiled. "You never cease to amaze me, Garrett. Sure, he can
go."

  "Garrett, this sounds pretty dangerous," my father finally spoke up.

  "Dad, I can't turn my back on an entire species. I know all this is hard
for you to accept, but Dad, I'm not just your little boy anymore. I have
responsibilities, apparently, to the whole galaxy."

  "I understand, and I'm proud of you. But that won't keep me from worrying
about my son." There was a tear in his eye as he drew me into a hug.

  When we ended our embrace I announced, "All I have to say is... Beam us
up Scotty."

  "I have to find out about this Scotty person," Treb said when we appeared
in front of him.

  "I'll explain later," Tink told his uncle.

  Having a couple of days before my next appointed duty, gave Tink and I
some time together. We didn't spend it all in bed, though a good part we
did. We also became familiar with my ship and some of the crew. My quarters
were actually a large suite with command and control capability. And there
was always a guard outside my door. The way he saluted when we came and
went, reminded me of Buckingham Palace's changing of the guard.

  We arrived at Serius 1262. I asked Treb for some drug that would make the
leader think he was having a dream. When I beamed into his chambers, I was
surprised by his appearance. He was huge, sort of reminded me of Hagrid
from the Harry Potter books. Except he was pretty in a childish way. He was
also very naked, and his cock was as big as my arm from fingers to
shoulder.

  I injected him in the thigh with the drug, all the while I was staring at
his massive cock. I couldn't help myself, and reached for the monster
appendage. I lifted the hefty slab of meat and noticed his ball sack. It
looked like a soft purse with three softball size nuts inside.

  "Hello."

   He had woken up while I was distracted. I could tell the drug had the
desired effect, by the shit eating grin on his face.

  "Who are you?" He asked as he pushed his pelvis into my hands.

  "I am your ... uh fag."

  "My fag?"

  "Yes. I'm that part of your brain that tells you right from wrong."

  He giggled childishly. "What you're doing feels pretty right to me."

  "That's not what we need to talk about. You should let your foreign
prisoners go."

  "But why? They're so strange looking. What if they have some disease and
infect my people?"

  "They don't. You should show your people that you are an understanding,
benevolent, and merciful ruler. The foreigners mean you no harm, and the
people will love you for it," I said, continuing to stroke his cock.

  "Do you really think so?"

  His cock was leaking, and the odor almost made me gag. I had to get out
of there before I barfed on him. "I'm your fag. I know it to be true. Now
return to your rest, and heed my advice."

  I returned to my ship. "Treb. When the Kwarks enter their ship, pick it
up and bring it onboard. Don't let them out of it though. Intercept the
warship that's headed this way, but stay cloaked. You'll know what to do on
my signal."

  I beamed onto the bridge of the warship. The captain and four crew were
there. They were only about four feet tall.  He drew his weapon. "Who the
fuck are you?"

  "I am the guardian of the planet you are about to attack. And you should
make sure that weapon is on stun, because it's going to bounce off me and
hit that man there," I said, pointing at a crewman.

  Of course he didn't believe me. He fired, and the crewman dropped.

  "Told you." I slapped him hard across his face, almost knocking him
down. I then noticed they had tails, like a cat. I grabbed his tail, and
smacked him again. "Have I got your attention now?"

  "What do you want?" he asked, rubbing his face with a three fingered
hand.

  "You are to leave these people alone and return home, or I'll crush your
ship."

  "But they kidnapped our men. They need to be taught a lesson."

  "They didn't kidnap anyone. Your men were stupid enough to crash
there. They are lucky they weren't killed. I can return them to you with a
wave of my hand. But you have to do something to earn my favor."

  "Ok, what do you want?"

  "Suck my cock."

  "What? No way."

  I slapped him again. "Last chance. Suck my cock and I will deliver your
men and their ship. Or I will crush yours."

  In front of his crew, he extracted my cock and wrapped his tiny lips
around it. I let him humiliate himself for a minute, then slapped him away.

  "Enough!" I waved my hand and whispered, "Scotty."

  Their ship appeared on their monitors. "You may collect your men and tow
the ship home. Tell your leaders what you've observed and that I will be
watching them. Don't start any trouble anywhere, or I will destroy you
all."

  And... flash, I was gone.

  We stayed around to make sure they collected their men and ship, then
headed home.

  I had two days to enjoy Tink's company. And only once while he was
fucking me, did I think about the large slab of meat I had held in my hands
on Serius 1262. I have no desire to experience it, but it was an
interesting fantasy.

  As soon as we achieved orbit around Earth, Tink's father dropped
in. "Ambassador Garrett, I'm here for your mission report."

  "I believe I was successful."

  "According to our records, you drugged and molested a world leader, and
yet convinced him to release his prisoners. Is that correct?"

  "Well, uh I guess you could say that," I stammered.

  "Then you proceeded to beat and force a warship captain to perform oral
sex on you, then threatened to destroy his whole planet."

  This was the first time Tink had heard any details of the mission. His
face was a mask of shock.

  "I can understand how it would appear that way."

  "The council wants to know why you handled it like that."

  "The people of Serius 1262 are just happily ignorant. I merely made
suggestions for a happy outcome, while occupying his mind with pleasurable
feelings."

  "And the Kwarks?" he asked.

  "The Kwarks are just a bunch of bullies with Napoleonic Complexes,
flexing their muscles. The best way to deal with a bully is to show
strength not weakness. The captain is their most decorated military
man. The only way he could achieve that is to be a macho asshole. I put him
and them in their place by not being a victim, and showing strength
instead."

  "Don't you think that casts a bad light on Antrillians?"

  "I never mentioned Antrillians and my ship was never seen. I only said I
was the guardian of Serius, and that I would be watching them. The crew
will report my abilities and the humiliation of their captain. From their
view point, I only had to wave my hand to make their ship appear. That
should be enough to scare the shit out of them. Pardon my language."

  "It is a bit unorthodox, but it appears to have worked. End of report."
Then he smiled at me."Garrett, you are amazing. We would have never come up
with that solution."

  "Well, that's why you pay me the big bucks. Oh, wait. I'm not getting
paid."

  Tink's father smiled again. "Do you know how much your ship is worth on
Earth?"

  My God! Tink's father had a sense of humor. Who would have thought it?
"Well, it's not like it's really MY ship."

  "Yes, it's yours. Completely at your disposal. Of course, official
business should take priority, but it is for your use, along with its
crew. As I said before, you will be able to travel anywhere. You probably
don't understand your rank. Much like your government's line of succession,
every Antrillian has a rank in the line of succession. I am tenth from the
top. If something happens to the top nine, I will become the leader of our
people. You are sixth."

  "How is that even possible? I'm just a kid, an earthling even. How could
I be ranked so high?"

  "Didn't Tink tell you that you are now an Atrillian? There are many
factors that rank is based on, not merely age. Your psychological profile
is more important. Your natural abilities and character helped raise your
rank. Your lack of experience is probably the only thing that kept you from
an even higher rank. Our system is rather hard to explain. In certain areas
where you have greater abilities, your opinion carries more weight. Which
is why you have been given such free reign over your missions. Problem
solving is apparently one of your strong suits. In areas where my abilities
are greater than yours, my opinion would outweigh yours even though you
outrank me. You wouldn't want your dentist to perform heart surgery. Even
though both are doctors, a cardiac surgeon gives you a better chance of
survival."

  "I understand the concept, but it doesn't seem fair that I outrank you."

  He looked at me oddly for a moment. "See. Your sense of fairness, and
your ability to discern the bullying aspect of the Kwarks, are qualities
that we have lost over the millennia. An edge that we obviously need."

  Tink interrupted, "I know you two are communicating, but you cut me out
after Father's joke about the cost of your ship. What are you two talking
about?"

  "Official business, Son. Not of your concern."

  When we returned home, my dad jumped up and hugged me. "Oh Garrett! I've
been worried sick. Are you alright? Were you able to help those people?
What did you do?"

  I couldn't tell my father I played with a two foot cock and then beat a
little monkey man and made him suck my dick. "I'm fine Dad. I think those
people are safe now."

  "How did you get there and back so fast?"

  "You saw my ship on TV when it appeared over Arizona, didn't you?"

  "Your ship?"

  "I'll explain later. What's been happening since I've been gone?"

  "Well, you've certainly started people talking. Everyone around here
thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread. Speaking of bread,
Mr. Duncan wouldn't let me pay for my groceries when I was in his store
yesterday. But most of the leaders in the middle east are saying this is
all a ploy by the U.S. to get them to disarm so we can enslave them."

  "Shit. Oh, sorry Dad. Um, would you like to go for a ride?"

  "To Duncan's?"

  "No... Do it Scotty."

  My dad nearly wet himself when he was suddenly somewhere else. "Dad, this
is Admiral Treb. We're on my ship about five hundred miles above our
house."

  "Uh... Uh... Hi Mr. Treb."

  "Treb, I want to go to every large city in the middle east. Hover half a
mile above it uncloaked for two minutes, then on to the next one."

  "As you wish, Sir," Treb replied.

  "Can you do that?" my father whispered.

  "Yep," Tink and I answered at the same time.

  Dad was glued to the monitors as we made our tour of the middle
east. Like a child asking for ice cream he knows he shouldn't have, Dad
asked, "Can we see the pyramids?"

  When Giza plateau was on the monitor he said, "I still don't understand
how they built all that."

  Treb replied, "Well you see, we started with... Uh... never mind."

  "I knew it!!" Dad yelled. "There is no way they could have done that on
their own!"

  "What you might find interesting is how the Sphinx really lost her nose,"
Treb began.

  "Treb, I think he's heard enough for now. More will come to light soon,"
I interrupted.

  "I'll tell you later," Treb whispered to my dad.

  "Do you know what they're talking about?" Tink thought to me.

  "Yes. Remember your dad sent me the true history. Humans have no clue
about most of it."

  Over the next couple of months I handled a few intergalactic squabbles,
but nothing more dangerous than toddlers fighting in a sandbox. I also had
meetings with world leaders, even the Muslims, and Tink was by my side
nearly twenty four hours a day.

  Then one day I got a call. "Okay Garrett, we believe you now. Scientists
the world over are in shit their britches mode," said the president.

  I had to fuck with him. "What are you talking about?"

  "They've finally spotted the asteroid. It's halfway across our solar
system already."

  "Is there a problem?"

  "Damn it, Garrett! Are you going to help us or not?"

  "First I need a consensus from all the experts of its trajectory and
probable results, announced worldwide."

  "I can't do that. It would cause panic."

  "It was nice talking to you again, Mr. President."

  "Okay, okay. But what good is that going to do?"

  "I want the world to know exactly what the Antrillians are doing for
us. I don't want anyone claiming it was all a hoax. When the time comes,
everything will be broadcast live worldwide."

  Within the hour, news feeds around the globe reported the
situation. Along with the report was the message that "This is the same
asteroid that Intergalactic Ambassador Garrett (they actually used the
title) warned us about months ago. He has assured us that the Antrillians
will help us and there is no need for panic."

  Of course there was some panic. A few minutes later my house was
surrounded by people. There were reports of people hoarding water, as if
that was going to help when the planet was obliterated.

  I let them all stew in it for a few hours, then made a quick trip to the
Oval Office.

  "Garrett, what the hell?? That thing is heading right for us! Do
something!"

  "I'm sorry, Sir. But my ship is out of gas."

  "WHAT?!!"

  "Just fucking with you...Scotty,"

  The president was a bit stunned at his sudden change of location, to a
large theater on my ship. I didn't say anything as he stared at me. Then a
minute later, fifty world leaders also appeared.

  I indicated to the translator earpieces located in the armrests of their
seats. "I apologize for interrupting your day, ladies and gentlemen, but
this is an important day for mankind. You should know that this is being
broadcast live worldwide, so watch what you say.

  "In a few minutes we will arrive at the asteroid, as you can see on the
screen in front of you. Oh, look. Isn't Jupiter lovely this time of year. I
brought you all here to witness what the Antrillians are doing for us, even
though some of you haven't dismantled your nukes. Especially you, North
Korea. If I hadn't caught that last missile, you would have started World
War Three.

  Remember, this asteroid is roughly the size of Texas. It will be clear to
you that if they chose to, the Antrillians could easily take over our
planet. This is not what they want. Peaceful coexistence is better for us
all. You may keep your conventional weapons, but the nukes have to go, just
so you don't ruin the planet.

  "What we will be using today is about the size of a basketball, yet it
will destroy the asteroid."

  The Russian leader spoke up. "If they are so peaceful, why do they have
such a weapon?"

  "It's not used as a weapon, because it would take out an entire planet
just as easily as it does this space rock."

  "Sir," Treb interrupted. "We are within range."

  On the screen appeared the asteroid. It reminded me of the one in the
movie Armageddon, only bigger and meaner.

  "Proceed Treb."

  A few seconds later, the meteor began to glow. Soon the whole thing
looked like a blue Christmas tree light. Then it just vanished into dust.

  Applause broke out as I went over to the North Korean leader. "Get rid of
the nukes, or I will," I whispered in his ear.

  "The bar is open if you'd like to celebrate," I invited.

  "Mr. President, a word."

  "Yes Garrett?"

  "I know you have two submarines with fifteen warheads each."

  "So do the Russians and the Chinese," he said defensively.

  "I'm aware of that. I want you to dismantle all of them on one ship. I
will make it appear that you have complied completely by cloaking the
other's nuclear signature. When every other nation has complied, then you
must do the same. This will ensure your protection as the others fall in
line. I will let you know when it is safe to dismantle the rest."

  He winked at me conspiratorially. He doesn't know I repeated this
conversation with the Russians and the Chinese. Of course, the Russian was
untrusting.

  "Vlad, if you don't, I will. If you need proof that I can, I can arrange
an EMP (electromagnetic pulse) over Moscow that will take you years to
recover from."

  He saw it my way.

  There was a big party going on Earth, all over it. My invitation must
have been lost in the mail. After we returned all the world's leaders to
where we abducted them from, Tink's father appeared on my ship.

  I looked at Tink, shook my head and sighed. "If you're here to spank me,
Sir, then get it over with quick. I've got a date with a cute alien."

  "Spank you for what?"

  "For kidnapping everyone."

  He flicked his hand and shook his head.

  "For threatening the North Koreans and Russians?"

  "Another flick of his hand.

  "Then what?"

  "I just came to say good shitting job, Garrett."

  I could barely stifle my belly laugh. "Thank you, Sir."

  When he was gone, Tink and I broke up laughing. "Your father can't curse
worth a fuck."

  "Hey, he at least tried," Tink laughed.

  "Next time he'll probably try to high five me."

  "What is high five?" came across my ancid device.

  Shit! I forgot to go into privacy mode.  ********************

  If anything could be better than getting fucked by Tink, it's getting
fucked by Tink on a spaceship. Maybe it's because we are moving faster than
the speed of light. Or maybe I'm just less inhibited, not worrying about my
mother hearing me moan in pleasure. But when that big alien dick is moving
around in my belly, it's hard to stay quiet.

  I'm not quite as inhibited as I used to be. Not since he proclaimed me
his life mate. We had a ceremony and everything. It was a bit embarrassing
to be standing in front of my mother naked, and worse when I got an
erection when the mark was placed just below my belly button. At least Tink
got hard too, so it wasn't quite as bad. The mark is like a raised tattoo,
the same color as Antrillian cum, and ours is the same as my rank symbol.

  The worst part was, because of my celebrity, it was televised world
wide. The entire planet has seen my dick hard. What kid wouldn't be
embarrassed by that? And now all my friends from school know I take that
big alien cock up my ass!

  In the two years since the asteroid incident, I've negotiated treaties
with civilizations on fifteen different planets for the Atrillians to
inhabit. I was successful in all of them, and am treated as a dignitary
whenever I visit any of them.

  Tink and I visited Antrillia once. It was sad to see such a beautiful
planet being laid to rest because it's star is dying. Its gleaming cities
are now uninhabited. But I'm glad to have helped them find homes elsewhere.

  Tink and I now live in New Antrillia, Earth (there are fifteen others
around the Galaxy), in a penthouse condo two hundred stories high. You
wouldn't believe how spectacular the view is!

  I hold the patents on about a hundred devices that provide clean energy
in cars and city utilities, or are in every computer and phone made. The
best part is seeing the Earth flourish again, and our two civilizations
coming together.

  Not bad for an Earthling kid and his big dicked alien lover.


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