Maybe that was it! Perhaps Ebbie was simply unaware of how much Gorg needed him. He would go and tell Ebenezer right now.
But what if Ebenezer didn’t want Gorg? Many on Jizm hadn’t wanted him. Most, in fact. What made Gorg think Earth and Ebbie would be any different?
He hemmed and hawed and paced back and forth for a long while. “Well, I will never know if I don’t ask. If Ebbie doesn’t want me, then I’ll go to the ship and call the parental units to fetch me back home. If hedoeswant me…oh, if he does then…” Gorg smiled, thinking how wonderful it would be if Ebbie wanted him.
Sporting a full hard-on so there would be no doubt how Gorg felt about Ebenezer, he went in search of Ebbie’s room.
There were several doors in a long hallway, and he tried each of them to no avail. Each of them contained a bed of some variety, but all of them were empty.
Finally, he came to a pair of double doors at the end of the hallway. He turned the handles and opened the door, silently slipping inside.
There, sprawled in the middle of a huge, round bed, was Ebenezer. He was nude, just as he’d said he would be.Gloriouslynude, Gorg thought, as he feasted his eyes.
Thank the stars Gorg had excellent night vision because he could see every detail of Ebenezer’s body even though it was pitch dark in the room. He was pleasantly pleased and excited by what he saw, too.
Ebenezer’s body was slimmer than Gorg’s — tentacles notwithstanding — but well-developed and muscular. In the dark, seen with Gorg’s night vision, he seemed carved from silver marble, every line incised by a superior artist. From his toes to his sculpted legs, flat stomach, and broad chest, to his handsome face, Ebenezer was a master class in human masculine beauty.
His longish dark hair, free from binders, was splayed against the white of the pillow. Gorg wanted to gather it up in his hands, feel the texture, bury his nose in it.
And his cock! Oh, Gorg’s hands well-remembered the feel of the soft, warm skin against his palm, the hardness of the shaft, the weight of Ebenezer’s sac.
He also remembered rubbing his own cock against Ebenezer’s rear end when he’d given Ebenezer the reach-around, and how close he’d come to ejaculating. So close. So very close.Painfullyclose.
His cock remembered too, and was now at full mast, insistent that it be granted what had been withheld from it earlier. It ached with need, and the tip was wet with pre-come.
“Ebbie? Ebbie? It’s me, Gorg.” He whispered, half afraid he would wake Ebenezer, and half afraid he wouldn’t. What if Ebenezer turned him away? If Ebenezer didn’t want him? The unknowing gave him sharp pain in his chest. He could barely breathe.
“Gorg? What are you doing in here?” Ebenezer’s voice sounded sleepy and confused.
“Looking.”
“At what? It’s pitch black in here.”
“At you. My night vision is excellent.”
“Oh.” There was a rustling of fabric as Ebenezer pulled a comforter over himself.
“Oh, please don’t do that! I like looking at you so much. You are the most beautiful male I have ever seen!” Gorg exclaimed. “I came here because I… I have a desperate need for you. My body yearns for your touch. It is an ache, a fire burning inside…” He took a hesitant step toward the bed.
“Gorg, are you saying you’re horny? Why didn’t you just say so? Come here.”
“But my tentacles…I didn’t think you found me attractive because of them.”
Ebenezer sat up, throwing off the comforter, once again gloriously naked. He reached over to a nightstand and clicked on a small bedside light.
Gorg blinked. It was as if Ebenezer had turned on the sun. The brilliance of the light stunned him and blinded him for a moment. It took a while for his eyesight to adjust.
“I will admit I found the tentacles, er, distracting at first. But they are sexy in their own way. They’re soft and warm, and the suckers tickle. And you are a handsome, um, male. Your body is exquisite. Perfectly stunning.” Ebenezer patted the bed next to him. “Come sit by me. If I tell you the truth, I’ve wanted to touch you since you gave me the reach-around.”
Gorg suddenly felt shy, and wrapped his tentacles around himself, as if to shield his innermost desires from Ebenezer. He, too, had wanted Ebenezer from the time he’d given Ebenezer release. If he tried, he thought he could still smell Ebenezer’s come, feel its warmth spill over his hand.
“Come here, Gorg,” Ebenezer said again. This time there was a touch of hunger in his voice that Gorg could not, would not ignore.
Gorg sat on the edge of the bed. He was trembling a little, but it was from the incredible force of his desire, not any hesitancy or fear. “I am afraid that I will hurt you, take you too fast, be too intense for your comfort,” he whispered.
Ebenezer uttered a soft laugh. “I’m a professional porn star, Gorg. This body has fucked in every way imaginable. I’ve topped, I’ve bottomed, and I’ve been the middle man in a train. There is nothing you could do to me that would hurt me. Especially since I want you so bad it aches.”
Gorg heaved a great sigh and gave into the overpowering urge to take Ebenezer, to claim him, to mate him. He stretched out on the bed and rolled to his side, reaching for Ebenezer.
