It's Alive

“Oh, Henry,” Mom sobbed. “What do we do?”

Henry scratched his head, gazing at his wife. “Tell, me again, honey,” he said, barely moving his lips. “What do you mean? Stevie’s penis fell off?” He didn’t even try to conceal his incredulity.

“You don’t believe me,” Mom murmured.

“Linda, baby, take hold of yourself, please. Just tell me. Tell me something I can believe.”

“If you don’t fucking believe, Henry,” Mom pushed back the kitchen chair and stood up, holding onto the table and bending over towards her husband, anger and fear in her eyes, “then go fucking check for your fucking self.”

Henry froze. This was the first time that Linda had ever used profanity. Even when fucking, she would squirm and moan but would never say “fuck”! Something was not good. Stevie’s penis falling off? What the fuck?

Henry stood up and stepped behind his shaking wife and held her close, spooning her. “Baby, calm down.” He kissed the side of her neck wrapping his arms around her. “Did Stevie tell you his dick um… fell off?”

Linda turned around pushing her husband back, gazing into his deep blue eyes.

“Stevie found the d… d… dildo, damn it, in my drawer. He wished for his penis to be as big. This morning he woke up to discover that his dick was even bigger than the fucking black dildo, Henry. Bigger! He started jerking off and the fucking cock came off in his hand. I found it hidden in his drawer when I was cleaning his room. I was scared, Henry, scared and concerned. That Stevie was..s was… molested or was gay or I don’t know what I was thinking. I held the dil… no cock… in my hand. It erected, Henry! It fucking erected. I rubbed it on me. I .. I… I pushed it into me and it came inside me! Oh, God, Henry, the thing throbbed and squirted. I thought it was some sort of a new technological gizmo with a pouch of liquid or something. Oh my God! Stevie rushed from school and told me.”

Linda collapsed back onto the chair, sobbing, burying her head in her hands, panting.

Henry stood motionless. The silence was thick in the kitchen. Finally, Henry stirred.

“And what is there in Stevie’s crotch, Linda?”

“Nothing. God help me, Henry. Nothing.”

“Mom? Dad?” Stevie was standing in the kitchen door in his pajamas gazing at his parents. “I need to… to pee.” He stood with his legs pressed against each other, squirming.

“Since when have you asked whether you can pee?” Henry gazed at his son.

“I can’t, Dad.”

Linda sobbed.

“Come with me,” Henry led his shaking son to the downstairs bathroom, pulled down his pajamas bottom, revealing the wispy hair. There was no penis. Stevie groaned.

Henry squatted in front of Stevie, and with a shaking hand examined the boy’s crotch. No penis! He looked up at Stevie, totally lost. He then examined the crotch more carefully. Smooth skin under the light curly black pubes. He felt around. There was a small bump, smaller than a pea. As he pressed on it, Stevie groaned louder.

“Dad, I’m going to explode. I need to pee,” Stevie started to cry, “but I can’t.”

Linda barged into the bathroom, panting, holding the monster cock in her hand. “Stick it on, Henry.”

Henry reached for the cock and pressed it into Stevie’s crotch, pointing it toward the toilet bowl. Urine gushed out. Stevie grunted and let out his breath. The piss streamed out of the cock violently, splashing into the toilet water as Henry held it in place, unbelieving the nightmare he had found himself in.

Finally, the stream slackened, then dribbled. Henry shook it. Stevie held onto his dad’s shoulders as he felt an erection coming on. Henry watched, his eyes wide, as the cock got thicker and longer in his hand.

Henry watched incredulously as the cock enlarged, throbbing and thickening, his large hand barely reaching around the thick shaft. He gripped the cock slowly pulling down on the skin to reveal the pink knob. Stevie moaned, his eyes closed.

“Oh, Dad,” Stevie squirmed, his hand clutching his father’s shoulder. “Please don’t!”

Without taking his eyes off the monster in his hand, Henry stroked it.

“Dad, Daddy, Oh, st… stop, Dad faster, faster, oh,” Stevie arched his back as his father stroked the cock.

The ejaculation came strong and far, squirt after squirt of cum shooting out of the slit onto the bathroom floor. Stevie’s grunts were loud and his breathing came out as heavy panting.

“You see?” said the Lodus.

Of course, the Lodi didn’t communicate by speaking to each other. They communicated with what  earthlings called brain waves. The bump in Stevie’s crotch hardened as the cum pouch in his nuts ejaculated.

“Yes. That’s quite something, isn’t it?”

The Lodi inside Stevie’s bump gathered to watch.

“But it’s such a waste, that all the liquid spills on the floor. So much wasted,” one of the Lodi suggested, moving its sperm-like tail animatingly.

“They produce millions. Remember our orientation sessions? Our mission is to encourage this on the condition that one of us would join the flood and make sure to get to the egg first to fertilize it. That’s why we were chosen as the fastest.”

The other Lodi snickered. They were anticipating the trip and the experience. They were given male earthlings’ sperm-like structure. The objective was to get earthling beings born with Lodite powers. In time, Loduesporam will conquer Terra, but not by violence, rather by impregnating the female specimen on Terra, thus producing a new race under their domination.

The Lodite team had already sent the first of their members into the female earthling, now standing and watching. They hoped that their mate was successful in its mission.

Stevie crumpled on the bathroom floor, with his legs spread wide, as his parents looked on with amazement. His father was still holding the cock, his hand slimy with the white cum that had squirted out. Henry brought one finger up to his mouth and licked it.

“I fucking don’t know what jizz tastes like, but by God, this does look like it’s the boy’s cum!”

“What are we to do?” Linda lamented, rubbing her hands together and looking down at her sprawled son and her squatting husband.

“Doctors,” Henry murmured.

“But, Henry, honey, they will take our boy away for tests and God knows what,” Linda sobbed.

“Oh Dad, please don’t let anyone take me away.”

The bump in his crotch was getting softer as his cock went limp in his father’s gripping hand.

“We’ll make sure that you are ok, son,” Henry said, his shaking voice betraying his inner feelings.

Linda reached down and took her son’s cock, pulled out some tissue and started to wipe off the knob as Stevie grunted, his groin burning.

“What are we going to do when Stevie has to pee in school?” Linda asked, getting to the practical side, now that the incredible shock of what was in her hand was wearing off.

Stevie started to feel a little relieved as he saw that his parents were on his side and that they were looking for possible solutions. He pulled up his pajama bottoms and listened.

“He could take it with him?” Henry suggested, unsure that this was the best idea, or even a good idea at least.

Linda shook her head. “It has to stay safe. We don’t want anything to happen to it.”

“We could confide in the Principal? Mr. Dawson will surely understand,” Henry was trying his best to be helpful.

“He surely would,” Stevie snickered. “There are stories and stories, Dad.”

“Stories? What stories?”

“Dawson likes… you know…,” Stevie nodded at the cock in his Mom’s hand.

“Oh?” Linda said. “I never heard anything like that. Mr. Dawson appears to be a decent person.”

“Mom,” Stevie admonished. “He is. Liking something different doesn’t mean that it’s bad. At least that’s what we’ve been learning in school.”

The whole scene was so surreal that to an outsider it looked as if the family was some kind of an alien entity, discussing a detachable male member and what to do with it, or about it.

Meanwhile, the Lodi were discussing an action plan. This team was the fifth one sent to Terra. But it was the first team to imbed in a Terran body and start the process devised to take over the planet. The previous four teams had been sent to collect data and study the local inhabitants. It had taken a long time for the decision makers back home to set the plan in motion. There had been many difficulties and obstacles, but their ingenuous scientists had come up with satisfying conclusions.

However, the problem that was facing the team was how to proceed with the plan faster than it was going now. So far, only one of their members had succeeded in joining the sperm flood toward fertilizing an egg. How successful their member was, they had no way of knowing. The researchers back home had chosen this team because they proved to be faster than the others, but no tests had been possible since the real human sperm that had been collected and brought back had died. Was the Lodus that had ejaculated with the rest of the sperm doing its work? Had it won the race over millions of crazy human spermatozoa, only one of which would do the job?

The team had always realized that they would be competing with awesome numbers and that their 23 Ludite chromosomes that would mix with the ovum 23 to make the combination necessary for fertilization must be the first to enter. Their scientists had made sure that the Ludite chromosomes were strong enough to compete with the millions of Terran cells. They did have the advantage of not having to worry about the other ingredients in the seminal fluid since they could transform all the needed gland secretions when the Terran presses the two testes onto their knob. The process would not take more than 30 seconds, during which one of their team members would jump in and join the fracas.

“Couldn’t we do something to increase our odds?” one member of the team speculated.

“Do you think that our scientists and researchers back home hadn’t thought about that?”

“Well, yes. But we are actually here, and we probably understand how this process happens much better than them.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“Reducing the human sperm numbers.”

The response was equivalent to human general laughter.

“It stands to reason, doesn’t it? If we are to race fewer of those cells, we stand a better chance of winning.”

“And how do you propose we do that, genius?”

“Murder.”

Silence. The whole team froze their communicative signals, awaiting others to respond.

“Listen. If we eliminate the competition, we stand a better chance of reaching our goal without losing many of us,” the Lodus insisted.

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“We could communicate with home center and ask them to come up with some enzyme that would get rid of the human sperm. We can inject it into the human testes.”

Another bout of silence. 

Stevie held his cock, staring at the knob, the wide slit, as it throbbed in his hand. He thought about how he felt as he dad fisted his cock and how Dad stroked it. Slowly, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head, pressing under the ridge. He closed his eyes. His tongue played round the knob, sending shivers down his spine, his crotch tingling. He started to swallow, his jaws wide, his lips stretched to the fullest until he felt the gag. He took the hard cock out and stroked it, and the image of his father yet again invaded his head. He wondered what it would feel like if he could stroke his dad’s cock. Was it as big as this one? Or as thick? He resumed the sucking, going halfway down the shaft. His ejaculation down his throat was copious. He thought of the millions of sperms rushing down his throat as he swallowed the load. He had learned that his semen was not only rich with those baby-bearing sperm but also with all sorts of minerals and vitamins.

Little did Stevie know that one of those million cells was not a real sperm. He couldn’t have known that this non-sperm was jostling its way, trying to race the others, heading down to his stomach, looking for an ovum. The non-sperm stayed in the semen flow, wriggling its tail frantically, feeling the sting of acid, his mind waves searching for some kind of contact.

“Our team member is in the boy-specimen’s body,” declared one Lodus inside the nob buried in Stevie’s crotch. “He’s calling for help.”

The nob in Stevie’s crotch hardened as the Lodi sprang into action. In less than a second, four Lodi pushed their way through the nob wall and disappeared.

Stevie felt a strange tingling in his crotch. He immediately grabbed his cock that he had placed on the pillow next to his face. It erected. He placed it back inside his mouth.

“Quick,” a Lodus shouted into his mates’ consciousness. “Another action. It’s my turn.”

Stevie brought the cock down to his crotch and pressed it at the nob that was tingling crazily, as if demanding attention.  The Lodus existed the nob into the testes and got ready for the race. Stevie rubbed the hard cock between his upper thighs, bringing it back to his anus, his hole twitching with anticipation. Stevie pressed the cock head at his hole and pushed. There was pain as the thick knob penetrated the outer rim. Without warning, he shot his load.

The Lodus raced wildly out of the long tube and out of the slit, to find himself inside another tunnel which was totally alien and different from the data that the previous teams had brought back to the labs of the path that needed to be travelled to get to the ovum. The Lodus panicked. He frantically emitted thought messages, asking for help as he sank into thick, slimy matter.

Stevie felt, with a shock, the first squirt shooting inside him. He quickly pulled the squirting cock away from his anus and into his mouth, swallowing another load of his semen. What went down Stevie’s stomach was just the normal human sperm.

The Lodus struggled in the mire that he had found himself ejaculated into. Although his physical manifestation was flooded with gases, his conscious thoughts were intact and he felt the signals of a rescue team.

The Lodite team was whole again after the rescuers brought back the two lost Lodi, one from the churning stomach and the other from the clenching and steaming intestine, except for the first Lodus whom they have not heard from. They were waiting for a response from home regarding their “murder” strategy.

“We can’t rush out of the male testes like we are supposed to. It seems that the ejaculation can go anywhere, and not necessarily into reproducing Terrans.”

“I think that I was ejaculated down the nourishment chute,” said the Lodus that went down Stevie’s stomach.

“And I was swimming in the Terran excrement. I detected ammonia as well as other gases.”

The Lodi tried to understand how it was possible for Terrans to send their reproductive sperm just about anywhere.

“So how are we going to know? If we don’t race and ejaculate among the first sperm, we wouldn’t be able to reach the ovum in time. We can’t just sit and wait to figure out where the ejaculation is going to go.”

“Before the ejaculation,” one of them suggested, “there would be rubbing when the whole shaft moves inside the wet tunnel leading to the ovum.”

“Not really,” said the Lodus that went down Stevie’s throat. “There was a lot of rubbing and wetness before I ejaculated down into the Terran’s acidic cavity.”

It was a dilemma that the Lodi were considering when Stevie was in deep slumber. They were still waiting for the go-ahead from home. And they hadn’t heard from their first team-mate who ejaculated and never reported back.

Stevie spent the rest of the week in a combined and confusing state of euphoria and trepidation. He was elated at his new monster cock which he sucked and rubbed inside his crack and under his balls. His anal opening tried to take in the huge cock and he was able to manipulate the knob inside the crack. At first, the pain had been excruciating, but after a few tries, he was able to endure the pain and to start feeling the pleasure. His ejaculations were intense and strong.

On the other hand, he was concerned about conducting his everyday life like other normal boys. A couple of times before Stevie experienced the cock enlargement and detachment, his lifelong buddy and neighbor, Dave, had insisted on comparing their penises and Dave had had the bigger one. What if Dave wanted to compare again? Especially after the last time when he brought Stevie to erection with his hand and what Stevie sensed was a bit more than just boys comparing dicks?  

And there was gym at school. His parents had advised that he leave the cock behind, keep it at home. When he needed to pee, he could ask permission feigning sickness and come home, especially since Stevie said that he could keep it in until school let off. But at gym, he might be discovered. The boys were sometimes too aggressive and he had been the butt of jokes often. Stevie was scared.

The Lodi were perplexed. There were many ejaculations. They had to feed the specimen’s testes with semen often, sometimes more than once a day. They hadn’t sent any of their members into the testes, though, since they didn’t know whether the semen was ejaculated where it should be to impregnate a female ovum.

Dave came over to visit, and as usual, he initiated cock size conversation.

“So,” Dave smirked, “Do you wanna check out whether your penis is growing to become a dick?”

Stevie’s heart pounded. What was he going to do? He could find no way of getting out of this. Dave had already pulled down his shorts and fisted his cock as it elongated and erected in his palm.

Stevie felt the tingling in his groin. He ached to grab Dave’s hardening dick and stroke it, also place his lips on it, suck it, like he had sucked his own, taste it, feel it squirt in his throat. Even more than that was the aching desire of pressing Dave’s cock at his boy hole and pushing it inside, feeling it stretching him.

With difficulty, he croaked: “You gotta promise not to tell, Dave.”

“Tell what? That my dick is bigger than yours?” He snickered: “All dicks are bigger than yours, Steve.”

Stevie reached under his pillow and brought out his cock. “Get a load of this, Dave!”

Dave laughed as he stroked his cock. “Now you play with a dildo, huh? Your peanut peewee dick is too small!”

“This is my cock, asshole!” Stevie said.

“Yeah, yeah, dream on, buddy.”

“Here. Hold it. Stroke it. Feel it erect. Suck it. Eat it. Push it up your fucking ass!” Stevie’s voice got louder as he worked himself up almost to a frenzy.

“What the fuck are you babbling about?” Dave stepped closer, watching the cock erect to its enormous size.

Stevie placed the detached cock against his crotch and thrust his pelvis out. “Suck my cock, Dave!”

“I’m not suckin’ a dildo.”

“IT’S MY COCK. SUCK IT!”

In slow motion, as if under a spell, Dave knelt and took the huge mushroomed knob between his lips. He felt the warmth and throbbing. This couldn’t be a dildo. But what did Stevie mean it was his cock? Dave sucked, trying to swallow the thick shaft, looking up to see his buddy moaning with his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna shoot, Dave. Keep sucking. Please. I’m, oh, cumming.”

Holding Dave’s head tight, Stevie shot his load into his buddy’s mouth. Dave gagged trying not swallow, but the squirts were hard and shot right down his throat.

As Stevie let go of Dave’s head, panting, Dave coughed out the remainder of the huge load.

“Fuck, Steve. FUCK! You jizzed in my mouth. Now you gotta do me.”

Stevie didn’t need an invitation. The blowjob he gave his friend was so intense that Dave almost passed out when he shot his load.

“It can’t be your dick, buddy. I can’t believe that.”

Stevie had to tell Dave the whole story, since the moment he had wished that he had a big cock, like his Dad’s.

Dave couldn’t stop himself from caressing the cock. It was real alright.

“So you got nothing down there?” Dave asked.

Stevie grabbed the cock and, pulling down his undies, pressed it onto his crotch.

“This is our chance,” one of the Lodi screamed into his mates’ consciences. The Lodite team sprang into action, and Stevie’s cock was attached. Stevie let go of his cock and gazed down at his crotch. Dave’s mouth was wide open with astonishment as he glared at his friend’s monster cock erected straight out and throbbing.

The Lodi were all excited in their nob as they maneuvered the attachment and the Lodus whose turn was to speed into an ovum and impregnate it got ready to transport to the male specimen’s testes.

Instead of an ovum to impregnate, the Lodus once again found itself in a quagmire of human feces as Stevie held Dave down on his stomach and fucked his ass dumping the hugest load inside him.

And thus, the earth and its earthlings were saved from space invasion by a gay boy. And the gay boy’s popularity increased tenfold, his cock in huge demand after the invaders picked up and got ready to leave Terra.

“Hold on, boys,” one of the Lodi communicated hastily. “Message from home. New instructions.”

“Call back our mate from the specimen’s sack. Quickly.”

The Lodi huddled their thoughts together. “Plan B is to be executed at once.”

The Lodi froze in silence as they contemplated the consequences.

“Plan B?” the Lodus who seemed to be their leader said. “This means a lot. But I guess we were bound to get there some time. Fine. Let’s get to work.”

Around one hour after Stevie withdrew his dripping cock from Dave’s butt, and Dave had promised not to tell although Stevie knew that Dave was going to tell, Stevie started to feel the beginning of a headache. He checked his crotch once more and found that his cock was still attached to his crotch. Lying on his back, wondering about what would happen to him now that his life had changed in such a dramatic way, the young boy breathed hard and kept his hand on the bulge in his groin.

The Lodite team finished their preparations and the leader was ready to send the first message.

Stevie jumped, sitting up, grabbing his head with both hands as the headache increased in intensity. He looked around the empty room. He was sure he had heard a “hello” from somewhere. His head throbbed.

“Hello?” The greeting sounded in his head, clearer now. Stevie got up, his heart pounding, checked under the bed, in the closet, out of the window. No one.

Somehow, he felt a pressing need to lie down on his back on the bed and close his eyes. There were strange thoughts in his mind, flooding his thinking. His headache was getting less severe and his cock had erected. But he knew that he shouldn’t touch it. Not yet. He should find someone to fuck. Even though he had fucked his friend, that was not what was pressing on his mind. A totally different desire. A female specimen? Where had that come from?

He reached down and started the stroking, a vivid image of a woman’s pussy inside his head. Even though his mind was pushing him towards ejaculation, his natural desire resisted. His cock lost its erection. He wasn’t really interested in pussy. He was more into cock and ass. His mind was flooded with images of Dave’s ass and Dad’s cock.

The Lodite leader was exasperated and another message was sent to headquarters. Plan B was not working. The team waited in silence for further instructions.

“Abort the mission,” the instruction arrived.

“What about the specimen’s impregnating tool?” the Lodite leader asked.

“Keep everything as it is and abort.”

The team left Stevie’s body. Stevie kept his monster cock.

One month later, Mom missed her period.