He was then introduced to a long line of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and in-laws, all of whom blurred into a single entity after a while and none of whose names Ebbie knew he could possibly remember.
“Gorg, I’m feeling really tired,” Ebbie whispered before Gorg could begin the next round of introductions.
“Oh, my! Of course! You must be exhausted. Papa? Can we stay with you until I can have our own abode built?” Gorg asked. His arm had returned to its place around Ebbie’s waist.
“Mama would give me the Great God Jizm’s own wrath if I didn’t invite you to stay with us!” Papa’s laugh was deep and infectious. “You are welcome to stay as long as you wish. Come, let’s get your life mate home where he can rest. And some food! He must be starved.”
“I don’t think I can catch anything right now,” Ebbie said, not wanting to offend his new in-laws.
“Oh, darling, no one expects you to hunt in your condition. I’ll bring you food. It’s my job as your life mate,” Gorg said. He said it with a wink, telling Ebbie that whatever Gorgbrought him to eat would look sufficiently enough like Earth food that Ebbie would be able to eat it.
“Excellent!” Mama cried. “Let’s go home!”
***
“Home” was a large domed structure at the end of a pleasant cul-de-sac with other domed structures. Ebbie didn’t think he’d seen a single straight edge all through the ride through the city — everything was softly curved or domed. Jizmites seemed very fond of S-curves. Even the streets were looped and twisty.
Inside Gorg’s parental units’ home was a honeycomb of round rooms. Gorg led him to one near the rear of the house. He waved his hand in front of a sensor on the wall and a panel slid away, revealing a lovely appointed bedroom.
There was a round bed — even the furniture on Jizm was curved — a dresser and a pair of nightstands. The lighting was recessed and controlled by another sensor. To one side of the room was a small enclave, which Gorg explained was the bathroom.
The first thing Ebbie noticed was the lack of a very important piece of porcelain – there was no toilet. Then he remembered Gorg talking about a pill that turned all bodily waste into flatulence. On a silver pedestal was a small, shell-shaped dish full of tiny blue pills. He shrugged. Either he was going to become a very gassy person, or he might have an erection that lasted for more than four hours. He dry-swallowed a pill.
The shower was small, but also like the one on the craft, which reminded Ebbie of a tropical rainforest. Plants grew along the walls, the leaves of which released a sweet-smelling lather when rubbed against the skin.
After Ebbie had showered, and dressed in one of Gorg’s nightshirts — the eight tentacle sleeves hanging uselessly infront — he let Gorg tuck him into the big, round bed for a long overdue nap.
“Mama decided to make a big family dinner tonight to celebrate us coming home. Don’t worry — nothing will be moving on the plates. I made it clear you weren’t used to catching your own food. They were a little surprised to find out you bought everything you ate from a store, but they already think Earth is a little strange because of the lack of tentacles. I told them about the octopi, and they’ve convinced themselves you’re related.”
“Of course they have.” Ebbie smiled and lay on his side, the most comfortable position with his swelling belly. “Now, a nap. Then, when I wake up, there’s one thing I want more than food.”
“What’s that?” Name it, and if I can, I’ll get it for you.”
“I want to make love for the first time on your planet in our new, temporary home.”
“Oh, little love, I want that too!” Gorg grinned and slid into bed next to Ebbie. “Quick, go to sleep before I decide sex before napping is a better plan!”
Even though Ebbie could’ve sworn he was dead-tired and ready to fall instantly asleep, his body responded to the sexy little growl he heard in Gorg’s voice. “Maybe napping later would be a better idea. Then we’ll be fresh for dinner.”
“What are you saying?”
“That I want you, right now. I can’t wait until later. I’ll never be able to fall asleep!” Ebbie grinned, sat up on the bed, and stripped off his nightshirt.
Naked, he lay atop the covers, and gripped his cock, slowly stroking it to fullness.
“Oh, baby! You read my mind,” Gorg said.
“No, you actually said it out loud, but that’s beside the point. Take me, Gorg. Fuck me.”
“That is so pretty,” Gorg said, eyeing Ebbie’s dick. “I want a taste of it.” He leaned over Ebbie’s belly and took Ebbie’s penis in his mouth.
Ebbie cried out, then clamped a hand over his mouth. “I forgot we’re not alone anymore,” he whispered. “They’ll hear us!”
Gorg didn’t seem disturbed by Ebbie’s cry, and never stopped sucking. He took Ebbie in deep, then let his teeth scrape the delicate skin as he let Ebbie’s penis slide out of his mouth again. “You taste so good,” he whispered. “I could live on this taste alone.”
“Okay, that sounded weirdly cannibalistic, Hannibal Lector, but I really need you to fuck me now. I’m close, and I want to come while I feel you inside me!”
“Get on your hands and knees,” Gorg urged.
