I walked into the bar at the airport and was greeted by a cacophony of calls. “Hey, Gemini, you got in, man!”
“Yo, Gemini, over here!” one guy waved to me.
“Hey, Gemini!” Another guy did the same from another table. I smiled and took the first one who had called to me, because he was waving a bottle and an empty glass. Never turn down a free drink.
My name is Gemini Jones, in spite of which I am white. My mother always said that with a last name as common as mine, I had to have something special in the front half of it. It hasn’t done me much harm, except as I say, everyone sees the name and expects a black man.
So as I said, I grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and scooted into a vacant spot at the table, and let Larry (it was him, Larry Elgin of NBC) pour me a glassful of the stuff. “Hey, Larry, what do you know?” I asked him.
Larry smiled. “The same thing you do.” he said. “What do you know?”
I lifted the glass. “I know that if the government were any tighter-assed about what was happening, they’d be farting all the time.”
Larry laughed, despite his polished persona on television, he liked his jokes nasty and crude. “You got that right, Gemini.” he said to me. “How are things over at KBC these days?”
“They’re okay.” I said as carefully as I could. Our little network was going under, with more cut-back and layoffs all the time, but it wouldn’t do to say that to a competitor.
“Well,” Larry said kindly, “you’re in a really good position to get a scoop with a little luck. It’s hard to think of a bigger story than this one. A ship approaching Earth from outer space and going to land here in another hour. You and I get to show the world when they first step out of the ship.”
“Yeah.” I said, then decided at this late time, giving him a little information couldn’t hurt. I mean, I knew I’d be looking for work pretty soon, having Larry Elgin grateful to me wasn’t that bad a thing. “You do know that the government is in contact with that ship.”
“What do you mean?” Larry said.
“I mean.” I said, “think about it. The ship is going to land right here, in an hour, right?”
“Yes.” Larry said.
“So, tell me.” I said, leaning forward. “How do they know that?”
“Plotting the orbit....”
“...would tell them it was heading to Earth.” I cut him off. I had to get this point in if I was going to get any mileage out of it. “Not when and where to land. And at exactly eleven o’clock in the morning. How would aliens know what time it was here?”
“I see.” Larry said thoughtfully.
“So the government knows just who these aliens are.” I finished in triumph. “Long enough to establish communication and agree on some things, like where and when to land. How much more do they know?”
“So what do you think we ought to do?” Larry said.
I’d made my point, so I backed away from any specifics. “Establish our own communication.” I said.
Larry said to me after a pause that said he had to think about it. “We sent signals from our own station equipment.” He admitted.
“So did we.” I agreed.
“They didn’t talk to us.”
“Or us.”
“Well, when they get off that ship and out among us.” Larry finished. “We ought to be able to interview some of them.”
“You read my mind.” I said, but not that accurately.
“Well.” Larry said, with a voice that said something was happening. “Looks like our briefing is about to start."
Yep, the government flack was fetching us. The airport, naturally enough, had a proper press room and it was there that Larry and I gravitated. Inside, our cameraman was setting up as he ought to. My job was to be in the rows, ready to ask questions. Oh, I took my own notes, I would have to be ready to speak for the same camera when the briefing was done.
The one who took the podium was the White House press room flack, Jennifer Harris. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press.” She said. “You all know that we are on the brink of a momentous event in history, the first physical contact with a ship from another planet. I have to tell you, however, that the government of the United States and other governments have been in contact with the ship for nearly six months.”
She paused, and a flurry of shouted questions hit her. She ignored it. “If I may proceed. If I may proceed.” was all she said. “The greater part of this period was spent in establishing a way to communicate. Once this communication was established, however, the language barrier was done with. The Star Men, which is the term we have chosen to call them henceforth for reasons you will soon understand,” she paused and smiled, “will upon their arrival be able to communicate with you without any problem. Apparently they have a way of teaching themselves language in a very short time, one that has nothing to do with studying all night. You may be sure that this technology is high on our own wish list of what to get from the Star Men.”
She cleared his throat. “So we are in communication with them and have learned something that I know all of you are going to want to know ahead of time. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, the Star Men that are coming to Earth are human.”
This time, she got the biggest praise that the press can give any member of the government, complete silence, so she could finish.
“Apparently, we of Earth were once in the very distant past, a single planet in a large empire that spanned a sizeable portion of this arm of the galaxy. For some reason, and we don’t know yet what happened, we were cut off and abandoned. Lost, if you will. The Star Men informed us that until they received our radio signals, they thought that the planet Earth had been completely evacuated of all mankind.”
“So.” she concluded. “We can expect the Star Men to both be human and to speak English well. Beyond that, you will all have your own questions, and I will leave it up to each of you to establish your own contacts from among their crew, which I understand to number on the order of a hundred thousand individuals. So there’s plenty of them to go around, and after the initial ceremonies, the government will make them available to speak with you. You work out your own agreements, I understand they all will insist on payment of some sort, but that will be up to you and them. And with that, I am open to your questions. The ship will be landing in another forty-two minutes.”
I didn’t get to ask any questions of Jennifer, but from those who did, she didn’t know much more than what she’d already said. I mostly sat there, stunned. I admit it, I expected lizards, or spiders, or globs or something.
But humans! Humans from another world! Jesus H. Fucking Christ! I had spent all my time trying to decide how to talk to one of the Star Men without resorting to sign language! But if they were human and spoke English...a whole new world was opened to me.
All I had to do was get one of them alone and the rest would be like interviewing anybody else!
I ducked over to give the news to Wes. He was dumbfounded at my generous gift. “You’re going to send me out to the tarmac?” he said for the third time.
“You.” I confirmed. “You do the wrap-up after the ceremony, you do the commentary."
“But...but what will you be doing?” he asked me.
“Hoping like hell that not all of the Star Men are going to be coming down that red carpet.” I said.
That was my total plan, and it wasn’t that bad of a plan. If I could get an exclusive, one-on-one interview with one of the Star Men while everyone else was busy listening to the speeches, then that would be one-up on everyone else. And my quest for a job after KBC would be a hell of a lot easier.
So while everyone else was busy jostling for position, I took my own videocamera and went around the tarmac a ways. I wouldn’t get a good shot of the Star Men as they got off the ship, but hell, we already knew they were humans, didn’t we?
The ship came down from the heaven, and I had to chuckle when I saw it. It was a flying saucer, right out of old movies from the fifties, round on the bottom, a central ring and above that...well, I learned later on it was round, but that was what I saw coming out of the sky.
They were aiming right for a large target on the tarmac, a ring with four lines, and the ring turned out to be just the size of the central ring of the saucer.
The ship seemed to move by clean living and pure thoughts. I had wondered about that, the layout didn’t give much room for error. But the ship landed exactly on target.
And the ship was too damned small! I realized that this couldn’t be the main ship, but some sort of shuttle. The ship probably held only a few dozen people at most.
Then the door opened, and I realized that the ship would have held even less than that.
The Star Men were human, all right. Human-shaped, anyhow. But they weren’t like us.
The Star Men were huge! I mean, huge! They were at least ten feet tall each, every one of them, big, huge men! They wore a blue uniform with dark jackets and lighter blue pants and gray-colored boots, all of which could have been tailored on Earth. They were like us, just like us...if you overlooked their size. Huge! They towered over their human greeting committee, head, neck and chest above everyone, and I began to wonder if I had made the right choice after all. I could be there instead of Wes, making the comments and speculations. What was the reason for this major difference here. Had the Star Men gene-tailored themselves to bigger size? Was our own smaller size the result of something to do with living on Earth? The result of the Star Men living in a lighter gravity? What had happened here to leave us, the men of Earth, to face the men of Space, like so many giants before us.
Yes, I could have given a commentary to the camera that could have meant more to me than any....
And then I saw it. Around the other side of the ship, a second hatch. And it was opening.
I raced for it, looking around, hoping nobody else saw it. This was it, either my Star Man was coming out or I was going inside the ship, either way, I had my exclusive if I could just pull it off.
A man was coming out. A Star Man, of course, I saw big legs. The hatch must have been some sort of maintenance hatch, or an emergency exit. I didn’t care, my Star Man was coming out, squirming out of the hole.
I saw the legs first, big, muscled legs. Then his ass, and a bulge below that, God, this Star Man had a basket on him, one I couldn’t even imagine! If he’d been my size, he would have been packing a huge rod on him, as big as he was, it must be enormous of a sort that had only existed before in my fantasies.
I was in position when he finally got out, and turned around. I said, “Hello, I’m Gemini Jones of KBS, and I would like to speak to you for a few minutes, if I may.”
He grinned down at me, and I had to crane my head up to him. “So you’re an Earth man, are you?” He was big and brawny in build, and adding that to his size, made him about six or seven times my bulk instead of just three or four. He could pick me up and break me in two without half trying! His face was regular and handsome, same as the others over by the crowds. Was this, too, a natural part of the human race, or had he been genetically modified to be the perfect man, or more than perfect!
“Yes, sir.” I said to him. “I see you speak English well.”
“Of course.” he said. “We’ve had the technology to learn by induction for thousands of years. We had it back well before Earth was abandoned. You should have it for yourselves.”
“I don’t know what happened here, either.” I said quickly. I turned on my tape recorder in my pack. Not yet time to turn the video camera on him, that would take his permission. “But we can discuss that later. May I ask you some questions, sir, about what it’s like out there, on other planets?”
I was surprised by his answer. “What do I get out of it?” The tone was rather gruff.
“I...I don’t know.” I said. “I can arrange for a payment for the interview, of course.”
“What do you have on you?” He asked me bluntly.
I hadn’t expected anything like this! “I’m not sure what you’re looking for.” I said nervously. “I’m a reporter, on Earth, people usually talk to us without wanting anything in return.”
“We do.” he said.
“Oh.” I said, seeing my chance for the exclusive vanishing. “Well, I can promise, with the understanding that you not mention it to anyone, to give you a reasonable compensation for your time speaking with me now. We will want a later interview in depth, we can make this conversation a part of that interview and pay for this along with that.”
“I’ll tell you what I want and when I want it.” he said to me.
I was feeling pretty desperate right then. My job’s days were numbered, this interview would mean the path to a new job, probably at a much higher salary. “Agreed.” I said to him. “Whatever I have that you want, it’s yours. Just tell me what it is.”
He grinned at me, amiable all of a sudden. I wondered how much this aggressiveness was a part of the Star Men’s personality, or if I had just found a rough one. He had been climbing out of a maintenance shaft after all.
“You’re a cute little guy.” he said to me.
“Uh...thanks.” I said.
“I knew you’d be smaller than us.” he informed me.
“Why’s that?” I asked him.
“It’s happened before, on other planets.” he informed me loftily. “Small groups left alone have genetic drift, usually the change comes in size, you end up smaller. Never seen this small before, though, you Earth Men are all tiny!”
“Is that good?” I wanted to know.
“Yeah.” he said to me, and his big hand reached down and cupped my face. I haven’t had my face held like that since I was a little kid, it practically covered my entire head. He could have picked me up by my head the way a man can pick up a large orange, easily and without stretching.
But he was cupping my chin and lifted my head up. “Such a cute little man.” he said again.
“Thanks.” I said again.
“Such a little face you’ve got.” his index finger flicked my mustache, stroked it. “Such a little man.”
I swallowed hard. I knew now what he wanted. The timbre in his voice, low and husky, left me in no doubt at all. “Okay.” I said instead of what do you want. I knew, oh, yes, I knew.
“Good.” he said to me.
“Shall we go aboard your ship, then?” I said.
“You, aboard ship?” He said. And he laughed, his hands were working at his fly. One minor difference, his fly opened downwards rather than sideways like us. Neither zipper nor buttons, I didn’t see what held it closed before, the cloth just sort of opened.
And I realized then what he planned. This wasn’t any sort of intuition on my part, his sexual signals were pretty damned clear, when a guy takes out his dick, you can figure out his plan isn’t for a romantic seduction! Or even a kiss beforehand!
“What’s wrong with right here?” he said. “You’re already down there, little Earth Man. You still have these, don’t you?”
Not as big as this one! Good God, it wasn’t that huge in comparison to his body, but it was huge. Usually you compare a human cock to a banana or a cucumber, this one would require a new level of comparison! His cock was about fourteen or fifteen inches long, and about four inches in diameter. And he wanted me to suck it! The cockhead was at least familiar, if huge.
“Here?” I said, nervously. Shit, we were in the middle of an airport landing strip, right underneath of a spaceship that was the center of the world’s attention!
Except that nobody seemed to be looking our way at all. All those cameras had something a lot better than us to look at, they had the Star Men all arranged on the other side of the ship.
“Here.” my own Star Man exclusive affirmed.
I had to choose fast. “Let’s get under the ship.” I said to him. Nearby was a landing leg that had extruded from the round bottom of the ship. “And behind this.” It was still far from being private, but I at least would have a chance to not be noticed there.
“All right.” He said and turned and strode to the landing leg, his cock pointing the way and not caring who saw! I blushed and followed him.
He turned and said, “Now you suck it.” and his hand waggled the huge prick at me. “I want to see your little face around it. Such a pretty little face!”
I gulped, and started working up some spit. God, and they say a good reporter will do whatever it takes to get a story! I’d always thought that, and now I was facing a horrendously huge pud attached a man from the stars, about to give a blow-job in exchange for a story!
I took his cockhead into my mouth, it was like cramming a huge plum in there. The taste of that cockhead reassured me, it tasted like every other cock I had sucked in the past, mostly. A little different, but nothing I would attribute to anything other than individual differences. No alien tastes here, this guy, despite his huge size, was indisputably human.
As I got the cockhead inside my mouth and my lips closed over the glans, the big Star Man groaned and I felt the slit get slick. A drop of precome, only this was more like half an ounce or so of liquid, about six times the typical amount. Instead of a taste, I got a huge glob that slithered down my tongue like a salty finger sliding over my tastebuds, and I swallowed hard and darned if that didn’t pump out more pre-jizz from his cock.
“Come on, little man, more than that.” he said. “You must move your mouth, not just suck at it like a candy.”
I swallowed again and began to move my mouth. I couldn’t take this monstrous dong, not without performing an act of legerdemain worthy of a sword-swallower act! My jaws were distended from fitting over this hard plus-sized cock and I could only work back and forth and hope my lips sliding over the flare of his glans would be enough for him.
“Yes, yes, little man, tiny little man, that is right, suck it for Gonnar.” he said. “Suck Gonnar’s dick very good for him, yes, yes, little man, little, tiny man.” And he hunched with his hips, and that was like he was shoving his fist into my mouth, the cock was so hard now and so thick and so fat! My God, this was going to break my mouth in two!
“You are a good little sucker, aren’t you, little man.” Gonnar said. “I like what you do for me. You are very good little sucker of my cock.”
I looked up by rolling my eyes upwards, and my entire view overhead was of Gonnar, this huge man towered over me. God, he was so big! I got a flash of being picked up and cradled in his arms and suddenly I felt every bit of pleasure in this as I could want. And my mouth suddenly didn’t find Gonnar’s cock such a huge brick to take down after all! I got better, not miraculously better, but better still at taking his prick. I was able to move over nearly half his length and this shoved his cock well down into my throat.
Gonnar groaned and there was no secretiveness to his groaning, he didn’t care much who saw or heard us! I wondered among the crowds that were watching this around the world, how many could see us. And would they recognize me, the voice and face of KBS News, as the one sucking this fat dong!
My life with KBS was practically over. If nothing else, this could make a scandal that could end it. Only with the way Gonnar was acting, I felt that this was not the end of my life, but a new beginning to it. If Gonnar truly didn’t care if anyone saw us, his crewmates probably wouldn’t care either. I still had my “in” with the Star Men here in the presence of Gonnar. With him as my friend among them, I could make my own career without going humbly to the seats of power. They could come to me!
So I gave over my concern about being seen, I began to suck Gonnar harder than ever. My body was pressed up against Gonnar’s leg, and I began to hunch at his leg like a dog might, rubbing my dick against him as I sucked him. Gonnar didn’t care, now he was well lost in his joy and he was loving my Earth Man mouth on his Star Man prong.
“Yes, little Earth Man, you are doing very well.” Gonnar said. Whatever he used to learn our language, it did a damned good job and it only broke down here, with a time when a man would not care about careful sentences. Gonnar’s passion was clear, but he still spoke English a little too well to be that of a man in the carelessness of ecstasy.
“Such a pretty little face on this pretty little man.” Gonnar said, his voice deep and breathy now, a thick husk to his tones that would been happier expressed as groans. “Such a pretty little man. You want to go aboard the ship, I will take you aboard the ship, I will take you and I will make love to you in my own bed, you, my tiny little lover man, you are wonderful at sucking my cock, I will lie back and I will let you suck me all of my sleep period, and you will sleep with my dick in your mouth.” His voice was playing out at all these words, but he got them out, and with them, with the image or the thought, I’m not sure which, of these words, he began to moan in earnest.
God, I’d choked on the quantity of his precome, and he was about to unload his jizz into my mouth! What was I going to do with this much come all at once?
His hand held my head in place, I didn’t have any other choice, all I could do was brace myself as well as I could and listen to his moans, knowing his heavy packet of jism was heading at me and all I could do was wait for the spunk to shoot into me.
And it did, God, did it shoot! The ratio of six to one seemed to hold even here, I got in the first spurt as much come as you would expect for a man’s entire load. It was filling my mouth and I swallowed as best I could and that’s when the next squirt got me, right in mid-swallow.
And I gagged! Not on the taste or the consistency of his jizz, that was human-normal in everything but the thing that made me gag, the amount of it! He shot again and again, and I had about a cupful of sperm inside my mouth as well as his cock, and I couldn’t take it that fast, I just couldn’t!
So Gonnar’s come did the only thing it could, it squirted out everywhere. I mean it spurt out around my lips and his cock and sprayed out of my mouth, and it shot up into my nostrils from inside and suddenly I had not just a mouthful of come, I had a nose full as well! Breathing was suddenly impossible, I was being flooded, literally flooded, in come!
And that’s when my own body perversely decided to join in the fun. My cock which was rubbing on his mucled leg suddenly burst into climax and I ejaculated right in my briefs and my come filled my shorts and began to run down my legs and I felt the pants get soaking wet from it.
I blew out and my nose shot out wads of Gonnar’s come from it, and still Gonnar’s cock pumped more jizz into me. This was more than just the bigger size of Gonnar, he was coming even more than his bigger size would explain. A massive orgasm, that must be what he was having, for he was still squirting and all I could do was swallow all I could, breathe in over the jizz that still swarmed in my sinuses, and sneeze out some more when the salt stung me into a snorting expellation of air, and my own cock fill my pants with sticky jizz.
Done, my own climax ended about the same time as Gonnar’s though he had started well before mine. I clung to him weakly, overwhelmed by the climax, drained by my ejaculation and I felt the wetness on his leg as I slid down onto my knees, still straddling his leg and my cheek touched his jizz-stained leg and I knew that I had wet clear through my pants and onto him with my own climax. I had never come in my clothes before, but had assumed my shorts and pants would contain it. It didn’t, and somehow I don’t think it would have even if I hadn’t just been hit with the jizz from outer space to send my body into a wracking climax.
“You are now a messy little man.” Gonnar said to me, a chuckle in his voice. “You are a good little man and a good sucker of my cock.”
“Thanks.” I managed. “Can I get aboard your ship now? Or can I at least talk to you now?”
“We may talk now.” Gonnar affirmed.
I had my story and I had my shot and everything was going to be all right.
“Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones!” came a voice behind me.
I turned around and saw... “Oh, no!” I said.
It was the crew from CNN. They had spotted me and my lone Star Man and were closing in. Had they seen what I had been doing with him?
Their next questions confirmed it and Gonnar’s heedless answers only added to it. Gonnar had received his pay and was talking; maybe he thought the CNN group was with me. He told them everything!
And so, despite hiding under the ship and away from the crowd, my blowjob of Gonnar’s cock had made it onto the news. My news career was now ruined! All I could do now was plan on writing a tell-all novel!
“But what is wrong with two men having sex?” Gonnar asked, puzzled. “We like sex on all the worlds of Man. Do you not like sex here?”
And while the woman with CNN stuttered, I managed to grin, with Gonnar’s jizz now crusting my face.
This was going to take a lot of boldness on my part, but I might just save my news career after all!
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