GONE MY MISSERABLE EXISTANCE.
A story that should only be read by those of eighteen years of age or older, but I can't be held accountable if you choose to fly in the face of the law.
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Andy.
Chapter Two.
Sven and I took our time reacquainting ourselves. Not all of it spent in bed, but in truth, we were more interested in remembering our lives and our memories of those days spent together almost fifteen years ago.
I recalled how sex between us was limited to the exchange of blowjobs, naked in each other's embrace and lots of kissing. Yes, plenty of kissing. We loved doing that, and even when the possibility of being together more intimately wasn't practical, we would find somewhere quiet and indulge ourselves in a kiss-fest.
"You're every bit as good at that as you ever were Andre! How I used to dream about your lips on mine, but now we're free to do it all over again and so much more!"
"I sometimes almost shot off in my pants when you kissed me! I remember that
vividly!"
"So much time has passed though, and I wondered if you'd accept me coming back into your life so unexpectedly."
"I couldn't have wished for anything better, but how that man could've known about
us and how you come to be here and unchanged after what, fifteen years, is
something I can't get my head around."
"Pour us another drink and I'll try to explain the basics. To try to understand the full picture is impossible for you right now, so I can give you some idea then if we travel, all will become clear."
"I'm not going to like this am I!"
"Nothing to worry you I promise, but to start with, when I told you we were emigrating to New Zealand, I lied to you. We were going back home to a place unfamiliar to you and just about everyone else on this planet.
I come from a world many thousands of light-years from Earth. We came here on an exploratory visit to ascertain if our two species were DNA compatible. We meant no harm to you or your planet, just a covert visit to gain a measure of understanding.
You met Ivan today. He headed our mission once the fleet returned home, and over the years, safe in the knowledge that we were compatible, he selected target matches for some of us.
Are you with me so far Andre?"
"You're an alien from way out in the stars, and I was selected?"
"No... well yes I am, but you weren't selected as such. We selected each other by falling in love naturally.
This was an exciting result for Ivan, but it had to be managed very carefully. You might've been just some hormonal boy who needed to sow his seed wherever the opportunity presented itself, so it was decided that we, that meaning my family and I, should return home whilst Ivan monitored you. He noticed that I was never far from your thoughts, you dreamt about me and sometimes cried over my photo. Your prospects here are limited until this recession ends, but you're a fighter and never went down the route of substance abuse or selling your body.
That was the clincher, so he followed you to that bar, you came clean with him, so the rest is history."
"We selected each other?"
"Unwittingly yes. You didn't, and couldn't have any idea as to my origins, and I just knew you were the boy I wanted to love me."
"Oh wow. Ivan was right. I'm finding this very difficult to absorb!"
"Do you still love me Andre?"
"Just as much, if not more than I ever did.
I'm tired so please let's get some rest now?"
"We can go to bed, but resting is something we can do later. I need to feel you inside me again."
*****
Sven had come out of hibernation with a sex-drive I almost couldn't keep up with, but just looking at his lithe young body made things happen for me; things I never thought possible.
Yes, I remember him from school, but seeing him standing there in front of me, begging for me to take him was all it took to get me hard again. He was pliant and smooth to the touch, our kisses were something that spoke of love, not sex and I felt the need to spirit him away to a place where we'd be untouchable, Nirvana or whatever it's called.
I'd fallen hopelessly in love with him when he was but twelve years old and me fifteen. The chances of that happening given his age were slim if not highly unlikely, but it happened, and now, asking me to take him back to bed, was the same beautiful creature I thought I'd lost all those years ago. We were able to make love to each other now. We had the time and the privacy to take our time rather than rushing things just in case we got caught at it.
I love being top, but Sven needed to experience what I felt; I'd allow him to do anything and it felt good receiving him inside me, and even as he came, I couldn't stop myself from crying. `He's back, he's back! I can love again!'
*****
"Are you hungry, coz I am!"
"It seems a pity to leave our bed, but to keep up with your appetite for sex, I need
calories!
What do you fancy?"
"Ivan left some menus here. Chinese is very good, and they deliver. He also left enough money to last us until we make up our minds which way to go, but I have to explain much more before you decide that."
"Chinese sounds good, and after we've ordered, you can tell me more about your
life and your homeland."
We scanned the menu and placed our order, then Sven continued to explain things to me.
"Our planet is five thousand light years from Earth. Our people first became aware of your existence whist searching the galaxies for compatible life-forms. Your Earth is almost identical to Petros, our home planet, and as a species we are pretty much identical, but we had a serious problem... we had interbred to the point where our DNA was too pure and that meant we were in danger of destroying ourselves.
We needed new DNA that was close enough to our own, but different enough to allow for change. I wasn't pure, so I was one of those selected for bonding with your race."
"But we're gay? How can that possibly help the gene pool on your world?"
"We're androgynous, or should that be hermaphrodites Andre. I can become pregnant by you. On our planet there are no such thing as females. Externally we're male, also many of our internal organs are, but we have the ability to give birth to offspring in much the same way as your females can here on Earth."
"But we've... Does that mean your like, pregnant?"
"No! We have the technology to trigger the moment when we want to conceive, we can do pretty much anything, but this DNA problem took everyone by surprise and so far, no one has come up with a solution.
Take your health as an example. You show a likelihood of developing lung cancer due to your smoking, but cancer on our planet is as treatable as any of the simplest of ailments you have here. Our life expectancy is about four hundred years, whereas you might well be dead by the time you reach fifty if you remain here.
We can delay the aging process almost indefinitely which is how I can be with you in exactly the way you remember me. We can speed it up, slow it down, or just stop it completely."
"Bloody Hell! The practicalities of coming home with you means I would probably be
dead ever before your spaceship got out of the parking lot."
"Haha! And so would I, but we're locked into Stasis which puts us into suspended animation, like falling to sleep and waking two million years later."
"Crew? What about them?"
"All driven by computers that don't get tired! It's very simple actually."
"Simple to you perhaps, but mind-blowing to me."
"We have machines do everything. We have no need to work, so we keep fit and relaxed. One day your world will be like ours once you've rid yourselves of all the conflicts that plague you. You will become a society that feeds off each other's strengths rather than your weaknesses, free to exploit technology in the pursuit of betterment rather than warfare."
"Utopia?"
"Yes. As close to that ideal as is possible to get."
"Yet your people want to mix with us? We're savages compared to you?"
"We're the same. We travelled down the same road as you many thousands of years ago. We used to be tribal and warlike, but that is counterproductive if you wish for true fulfilment."
"I love you so much Sven, but I'm not sure if I would be accepted in your world."
"Acceptance is guaranteed provided you want to be accepted. Our love for each other was of prime importance, but then Ivan vetted you. You have the personality to carry you through the initial trauma of leaving Earth, you have the ability to settle in to our way of life. What are your prospects if you stay? Bleak at the moment huh?"
"So it would seem. If I accept, when could we leave?"
"Not for a while yet. First there is much you should understand, then you need to be prepared for the journey; we have medics on earth that will do this, then once you're ready we'll take you to our vessel and prepare for departure."
"Your vessel. Is it very big, and if so, how do you hide it?"
"It's very small, almost microscopic. To cross timelines in a big craft takes a huge amount of energy, and even if it were possible to deliver what would be required, we'd need so much of it, the journey wouldn't be feasible.
Our craft is so small, no one would notice it in an ashtray. Before we board, we're reduced in size then enclosed in Stasis pods before being taken on board. As lovers we will share the same pod, connected genitally one to the other. We do this because even though we're in Stasis, we need each other, and in the event of an accident, we die intertwined. You will be completely unaware of the passing of time. In Earth years, the time it takes to get to my world is about nine months, however in real time, try forty thousand years?
Do you still want me Andre? Will you come with me to my world?"
"There's nothing keeping me here, and what I've always wanted and needed is
standing naked in front of me. I will follow you to the end of time if I have to!"
Time passed quickly; my education all things Petros was progressing although sometimes it was confusing.
Sven reiterated the point that I shouldn't be overly concerned about this; so much to absorb and so little time, and as knowledge would be streamed to me telepathically during the voyage, there wasn't a need to fully understand what to expect.
Sex or making love became an almost full time event. How I found the stamina to keep up with Sven's appetite is something I'll never fully understand, but love breeds love and we celebrated ours in magnificent style. If you admire a boy's physique, then you'd cream looking at Sven! He was a Boy-God come to Earth (literally!) Long, slender legs, not bony or lanky, just perfect. A bubble-bum to kill for and his upper body taught and lithe, vaguely muscular but all boy without a hair in sight.
His face is something I find difficult to describe. High cheek bones and wide set deep blue eyes topped with very black hair and faultless complexion along with full ruby-red and very kissable lips is the best I can come up with.
I also loved his feet. Weird I know, but I loved sucking his toes!
His other bits I've already described. Four and a bit inches of uncut splendour, soft, hairless balls, and all mine!
*****
After months of continuous bonding and simply mind altering sex, we were on our way.
Ivan's accommodation was stripped of all possessions, bank accounts put on hold and we were instructed to take the train down to Cornwall and check into a small hotel near the heliport.
The hotel's proprietor didn't seem in the slightest bit surprised to see a thirty-year-old man and a twelve-year-old boy together as he showed us to our room in which was a queen sized double bed rather than two singles. I guessed he was also from Petros and was party to what was happening. The following morning, he gave us tickets for a flight to the Isles of Scilly where we'd be met and taken by boat to an uninhabited island for the final preparations.
It was here I got my first real insight to what life might be like. Sven took me to a cave entrance, and walking down through a long tunnel I could hear he distant hum of electronics.
"Here you will be scanned for any health problems that might cause problems during our voyage. Anything that the scan alerts up as an issue will be dealt with, but once we reach Petros, you will have a full medical appraisal, you can select how much and how slowly you want to age, but I hope that you'll choose to remain the age you are now, then once everything is prepared, we'll be miniaturised and shown to our Stasis pod. The last thing you will do here on Earth is to penetrate me deep then as we make love, Stasis will take over and your next realisation will be waking on your new home planet."
"You say that Petros is very similar to Earth, so where will we be living?"
"We are free to choose. Some people like winter sports, so they opt for a colder climate where they can indulge their interests, but you're something of a sun-worshiper and might like to select a tropical island."
"Definitely preferable to somewhere cold!"
"That's good because I'm not a lover of the cold either!"
The scan was interesting. No doctors, just a room full of computers and a couch that reminded me of a CT scan I'd had some years ago. I was given a glass of what I assumed was cold water, but it was an anaesthetic which put me under for about half an hour.
I woke feeling unbelievably good, and I was told that hitherto undiagnosed problems had been sorted out and I was free to re-join Sven to await the final act of preparation, that of entering him prior to Stasis.
Four tedious hours later and we were told to go to our pod and do the necessary, but having to perform on demand is very difficult!
"Kiss me Andre. That usually has you up in a heatbeat!"
"Cheeky sod! You're right though, but it's weird to think I'll be inside you for forty-
thousand years!"
"Don't make me laugh Andre or I won't be able to accept you! Just kiss me and make love to me. As soon as we couple then the next thing you'll know is being with me on Petros."
I spooned into his back and slid up inside him. He turned to me and smiled.
"You feel wonderful. I can take forty-thousand years of this!"
Then the lights went out.
Chapter Two ends.