Gorg’s pearlescent skin pinked. “How kind of you to say, except you haven’t dreamed me up. I’m real, of course. Just as you are.” A tentacle reached up and gently touched Ebenezer’s face, tracing the contour of his jaw. “What is your name?”
Ebenezer expected the tentacle to be cold and slimy, but it was the opposite. It was warm and soft, and he actually leaned into the touch. Hey, it was his delusion. Who was to say he couldn’t explore and have fun with it?
“Um, Ebenezer. They call me Ebbie. Why are you here? You say you’re a tourist…shouldn’t you be at Disneyland or someplace?”
“I don’t know about this land of Disney, but I am anxious to seeyourland. I have picked up many Earth programs fromsatellite transmissions. It’s the holidays, you see. I’m fascinated by them.”
Now, that was something he never would have expected a delusion of his to say. “I hate the holidays!”
Gorg looked as if he’d been smacked in the face by one of his own tentacles. “W-what? How could you? Without holidays Earth would be boring. Earth would be…Jizm!”
“Earth would be just fine without them. Stupid snowmen and Santa Clauses and trees. Who needs them?” Ebenezer huffed. “I played Santa in umpteenth films and what did I get from it? Replaced by a fucking fluffer.”
“I…I don’t know what any of that means.”
“It doesn’t matter. You won’t find any holiday stuff around here. You’d better be someone else’s delusion if holidays are what you’re looking for.”
Gorg looked totally gob-smacked. “No, Ebbie, I cannot accept that. I saw all the snowmen and snowballs and Christmas trees and garland and tinsel and presents and…and…” Tears formed in his pretty, dark eyes. “Please, I’ve come so far, and my ship is ruined and I’m going to have to call my parents to come get me and—”
“You don’t understand! I’ve had nothing but trouble with the holidays since I was little! Nothing good ever came of them.” Ebenezer turned his back on his delusion. To his surprise, it didn’t go away.
“Do you know what I think? I think you’ve forgotten how lovely the holidays can be. When was the last time you celebrated them?” Gorg asked and sniffled. “I think you need to be reminded of how wonderful they can be. Even Bloober Day isn’t as bad as you say holidays are. It’s only boring, and I bet your holidays aren’t like that.”
“I have no idea what a Blooper Day is, but boring? You have no idea.”
“Bloober Day. Do you sit around farting at each other all day? That’s the extent of Bloober Day. That, and food and tales for the grandchildren.”
Ebenezer sighed. “Okay, you got me there. We never farted at each other. At least, not on purpose. Uncle Scottie sometimes let one rip, but I don’t think he meant it. Then again, Uncle Scottie was a piece of work.”
Gorg sighed softly. “You’ve just forgotten, Ebbie, I think. Come here. Let me help you remember. See that tree outside in your yard? It’s an evergreen, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is. So what?”
“Let’s go see it. It’s the kind people decorate for the holidays, isn’t it?”
“I don’t want to go down there—”
“I’ll carry you,” Gorg said and scooped Ebenezer up into his arms. Using his tentacles to hold on to the handrails, he descended the staircase to the sandy dune and around the side of the house where a single evergreen grew. He set Ebenezer down, then reached for a branch. “Here. Smell it. Does it smell like the holidays?”
Ebenezer was stunned. How the hell did a delusion just carry him outside and down the stairs to the tree? And why did he suddenly smell pine? He’d passed under this tree a million times and never smelled the scent of pine. “I-I…”
“You do, don’t you? I do, too. I can understand why people like this tree. It smells so good, so…homey. I like it. I know!” Gorg cried happily. “You just need anewmemory to associate with it, so you’ll like it, too.”
He held Ebenezer’s back to his chest, his arm crossed over Ebenezer’s body. Dipping his head, he nibbled at Ebenezer’s throat. “Does that feel good? We like this on our planet. Or most of us do. Some of us favor no touching at all, and others prefer cuddling.”
“I…Oh, fuck it. I may actually enjoy having a delusion. Yes. I like it.” Ebenezer tipped his head to give Gorg better access.
Gorg’s hand smoothed over the bulge at Ebenezer’s crotch, fingers gently probing. “Is there a way in?” Gorg asked. “A way for me to feel you without this fabric in the way?”
Ebenezer unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down past his hips, freeing his cock, which was swiftly filling.
Gorg’s fingers wrapped around it as he continued to nip and tongue Ebenezer’s neck. He gently sucked Ebenezer’s earlobe into his mouth as his hand worked Ebenezer’s cock.
Ebenezer began to moan, to rub his ass against Gorg’s body, feeling a thick, hard cock push back.
Damn, when he has a delusion, he goes all the way! Hard fucking body, handsome, thick, dark hair, the deepest, darkest eyes Ebenezer had ever seen, and fingers that were working his cock like a maestro.
He came, tipping his head down to watch his come arc in spurts to the ground. His orgasm was swift, but sharp, exploding within him like a fireball.
