Rahn'hagon was copulating with his Matriarch, Jessica Blake. What made this particular occasion distinct from the dozens of other times he'd taken her was that he'd psychically triggered her ovulation at the start. He was about to inseminate her and create his heir, his Progenitor killer, the tool to safeguard his future. He'd spent weeks planning out this occasion, all the information he was going to encode in his son's genome, the advantage he'd have over other Progenitors and the mission written into his very DNA.
What he didn't account for, and wouldn't realize until over 41 years into the future, was that when Mael'nerak had created Terrans, he'd specifically been aiming for genetic flexibility. So while Rahn'hagon's heir got all the intended information encoded in his genome, there was still room for random mutation.
And a certain gene that was in every single Thrall decided to stick around where ordinarily it was specifically blocked.
The gene for attraction to men.
Quite by accident, Rahn'hagon had created the first in a new breed of Progenitor.
John Blake, retired Marine and current independent trader, was in a bar in the Terran Core Worlds. He was enjoying an evening with one of his friends, an old spacer known by many as 'Mad' Jonah Bennings. Most thought the poor unfortunate had gone space crazy long ago and was just a loud waste of space until he finally croaked. John, though, found Jonah's stories interesting and his usual force of personality charming.
In truth, John had a bit of a crush on Jonah. But he knew it was pointless. The fact Jonah was literally over twice his age notwithstanding, the spacer was straight as a board. In fact, at that very moment, he was recalling the delights to be had by the 'jezebels' at a particular brothel in an asteroid colony named Karron. John nodded politely with fond exasperation as Jonah waxed poetic about the delights to be had at the hands of the 'worm girls' who worked for Madam Trixie.
In an instant, Jonah's alcohol-induced stupor seemed to temporarily clear and he leaned in to whisper to John. His breath was toxic enough to count as a biohazard.
"It might be worth your while heading there besides those worm gals, youngster," Jonah hissed, glancing suspiciously at a passing Yelneg. "One night I was hanging out in Madam Trixie's parlor and a couple o' them miners came in havin' drunk up a storm. They were out celebratin' and looking to round out the night with some pleasures o' the flesh. I got to chattin' with those fellas and seems like they stumbled on a whole heap of Tyrenium."
John's already sharp, elongated ears pricked up. Tyrenium was a key component in plasma cores, used to power top-of-the-line military grade weaponry. It was sufficiently rare and in such high demand that the price per ton was astronomical to the right people. With John's military connections, he had the perfect buyer all lined up.
Jonah gave a knowing grin. "Just some friendly advice, ya hear?" he winked at John.
John was struck by the enormity of Jonah's gesture. This was life-changing. Assuming John survived the trip to Karron and back, he'd be set for life. Seized by impulse, John put a hand behind Jonah's head and pulled him into a kiss with everything he had.
John realized about 2 seconds into the press of lips that he'd just kissed a straight guy. Tensing, John pulled back and braced for an explosion.
Jonah blinked owlishly for a few seconds. Then he chuckled. "Well, damn, youngster! Didn't know ya swung that way! We coulda been havin' fun for years by this point if ya gave me a hint before now!"
"What?! But you're the one who was always bragging about all your trips to brothels and living up the eternal bachelor thing!" John fired back.
"'Cause I had ya pegged as straight and didn't want to gross ya out with all my tales of male conquests to go with the female!" Jonah guffawed. "So, yer ship or mine?"
They settled their tab and John led Jonah to the landing pad where John's Freighter, the Fool's Gold, was berthed. John tapped in the airlock code and led Jonah to the main cabin. Once they were alone, Jonah wasted no time in stripping down to his birthday suit. John's eyes took in the body of his newest lover. Wrinkled, liver-spotted, but trim from staying active. Seriously, John had seen men a fourth Jonah's age in worse shape than the spacer. Jonah made himself at home on John's bed.
"Ya gonna join me or just stare?" Jonah asked with his crooked, yellowed smile.
John gulped. "Jonah… you know I'm not completely human, right?"
"Know ya ears ain't a bodysculpt. And I spotted something that was bigger soft than most Terran boys are hard at the urinal. Doesn't bother me, if that's what yer worried about," Jonah said with a warm grin. "Just make sure ya prep me 'fore ya shove that monster back there!"
Reassured that Jonah wouldn't find his unusual anatomy compared to a Terran disgusting or disturbing, John got naked as well. Jonah quite obviously licked his lips. "Well, damn, youngster. Why'd ya never do holo-porn? And wow, 4 balls? Big ones too. How much jism you shoot a load, got a feeling it's more than me by a long shot!"
John chuckled. "I didn't want to be objectified, just an ambulatory cock and quad. And I cum in pints. Something like half a gallon on average, more or less depending on how worked up I get or how recently since my last nut."
"Damn, son," Jonah chuckled. "Whatever your pa was, he musta been a regular sex machine!"
"I guess," John sighed, mood darkening as he thought about the mystery of who his alien father was.
"Hey, no sad faces," Jonah said, sitting up. "Come here," he said gently, his eyes turning warm.
John went to the bed and just sat next to the octogenarian. "Sorry I brought the mood down. Still up for fun or did I ruin everything?" Jonah asked, rubbing John's back with his gnarled hand.
John grinned and cupped Jonah's cheek. "If you're still in, I'm still in," he said. He'd fantasized about being with Jonah for years. He was going to savor this one night together.
They kissed again, and then John was on top of Jonah, the elder's head cradled by John's pillow. John hadn't been with anyone for a long time, and it felt almost like the first time all over again as he sank into the simple pleasure of his tongue tangling with Jonah's, the man's scent suffusing his nose, his warm body pressed against John's own. The aching hardness between his legs and Jonah's own arousal against his belly could wait. John could have kissed Jonah for hours and never gotten bored.
When Jonah pulled back for breath, John dipped his head to kiss the man's neck, tracing a line of butterfly kisses down the vein, feeling that strong pulse against his lips. Deciding to continue his downward trajectory, John kissed or licked or simply touched Jonah from collarbone to hip, making sure to swipe a lucky nipple with his tongue. Jonah's little moans and sounds of pleasure were music to John's ears.
Soon, John was face-to-face with Jonah's manhood. While nothing on John's own endowment, it was impressive for a Terran. About 8 inches and with impressive girth, with a pair of low-hanging balls the size of hard-boiled eggs in the scrotum beneath. Covered in curly white hairs, which John wasn't too bothered by. Looking up to see Jonah staring down at him with wide eyes, John opened wide and took Jonah into his mouth.
"Aw, fuck, John!" Jonah groaned as John sank right to the root with one movement. John didn't have a gag reflex, and this was hardly his first blowjob. If he could deepthroat a Trankaran, he could handle Jonah's equipment.
John moved up and down in a steady rhythm, using his tongue, palate, and esophagus to milk Jonah for all he was worth. Jonah was old, experienced, and had more than a little alcohol in his bloodstream so it took a while. But eventually John felt those hands curl in his hair and those hips start to jerk reflexively up. "John… gonna…" Jonah tried to warn him.
John had a little technique he liked to save for when he had a man on the edge. He sank down to the root and hummed.
Jonah cried out as his balls twitched and gave up their load of life-giving seed. John held his breath and stayed with his nose being tickled by Jonah's pubes as he felt his lover's tool twitch in his throat and shoot ropes of warmth right into his belly. When Jonah's cock finally stopped jerking, John slowly slid back up. As the wilting member left his lips, he dipped back to give the head a little kiss.
John crawled back up to lay down next to a deeply breathing, recovering Jonah. The man finally seemed to come down from cloud nine and turned a dopey smile on John. "Warn a fella next time, John. Ticker ain't up for a master cocksuckin' like it used to be. What a way to go, but still."
"So, you liked it?" John asked, brimming with male pride that he'd given his partner pleasure.
"That made the top 5 easy, and I mean top 5 of all time, youngster," Jonah chuckled. "Now, let's take care of you," he grinned before rolling over and maneuvering down the bed.
John sighed. He'd been hoping to have more fun with Jonah first. But if the man wanted to go down on John, he wasn't going to stop him.
Jonah took John's behemoth of a cock in his hand and tilted it down towards his mouth. He gave the leaking tip a long, flat lick and blinked. "That's sweeter than honey," he said, smacking his lips.
"Not Terran, remember?" John shrugged.
"Bottoms up!" Jonah chuckled before taking the monster-sized head into his mouth. As John expected, the light left Jonah's eyes after a few seconds. This happened to all his lovers when enough of his precum got into their system. He didn't know why, but he'd accepted that it was just the reality of him having oral sex.
Jonah moved up and down on John's cock mechanically, seeming to move on autopilot. Soon, his throat opened and he sank down to John's quad, every inch of John's manhood sliding into the soft, slick walls of Jonah's throat. John sighed in contentment. Jonah continued to blow him until John's endurance was breached. His quad lurched and John saw stars as spurt after spurt of heavy spunk was shot out his tip and straight into Jonah's stomach.
When John's minute-long climax finally ended, John refocused and looked down. Jonah was sitting up, eyes glassy. His belly was rounded out like a woman in her third trimester. He was breathing slowly through his mouth, and John could see the insides were painted white from the last few ropes of his cum.
John guided Jonah to lie down and tucked him in. His lover was out like a light as soon as his head touched the pillow. John got up and went to put their clothes in the washing machine. Then he spooned up behind Jonah and went to sleep.
John woke to his alarm the next day. Jonah was unresponsive. It was John's observation that after the first taste of his seed, each of his lovers was unconscious for a full 14 hours. A consequence of his unusual parentage, he was sure. John got breakfast, transferred the washed clothes to the dryer, and passed the time with his usual quirk of decontaminating and cleaning the Fool's Gold until she was sparkling. He kept track of the time, and went back to his cabin just as Jonah was starting to stir.
John got a glass of water from the dispenser built into the wall and brought it to the awakening man. "Here, Jonah," he said warmly, offering his latest lover the beverage.
"Thanks," Jonah said, gulping down the water in a series of strong swallows. He wiped his mouth afterwards and blinked up at John. "I feel 20 years younger! 'Course, that still leaves me pretty old. What is in your jizz, youngster?"
"I have no idea," John shrugged.
"Well, whatever it is, you could sell it! Seriously, I feel incredible! Can I convince you to delay that trip to Karron for me to get a second helping?" Jonah asked.
John figured the Tyrenium wasn't going anywhere, and it really had been a long time since he had a willing partner, let alone one that was interested beyond a single night of fun. John got out of his clothes and Jonah eagerly slurped on his cock until he went into the daze again. John eventually came, and tucked Jonah back in before returning to his cleaning.
4 hours later, John was just sitting on the bed running his hand through Jonah's hair affectionately. Jonah started to stir and blinked up at John. He beamed. "Alright, your cum is officially some kind of superfood or something! I feel fuckin' fantastic!"
"Good to know," John shrugged.
Jonah went to sit up but found it harder than he expected. He looked down and blinked. "Uh, John? When you said you came in buckets… is this what it looks like when I'm still digesting it all?" he asked dubiously.
"Everyone I've 'fed' takes hours to shrink back to normal," John confirmed. "I've only had one-night stands or brief flings so I'm unsure how long it actually takes for a Terran to process a full nut."
"Huh." Jonah pursed his lips in thought. Finally, he looked up at John. "What's the most times you've ever 'fed' someone?" he asked.
"Twice. Normally I just get the one blowjob, maybe vaginal or anal in the morning and then we both part ways from there," John confessed.
"I see," Jonah mused. "John, listen to me. I'm not just in a good mood. I literally feel younger today than I did yesterday. My arthritis is barely noticeable and I just feel… stronger, healthier. I think there's legit long-term consequences to drinking your cum."
John gulped. "Wait… seriously? So, all the people I slept with before you…" John's mind raced as he imagined trying to track them all down and tell them they needed to get medical attention to check for adverse reactions to drinking his alien cum.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop freakin' out! I feel awesome, I'm sure there's nothing bad about whatever your cream is doing to my body," Jonah rushed to reassure John. "But I want to see how far it goes. So, here's my proposal: fancy having me as a live-in boyfriend or catamite or whatever ya wanna call it?"
John eyed Jonah with a raised eyebrow. "You seriously want to join my crew just to regularly get to blow me and experiment with the long-term effects of ingesting my cum?"
"For science! No, really, I mean it. We get along okay, we're buddies, right? And I certainly want to explore the physical side of our relationship further. So, yeah, mind if I stick with you for a bit?" Jonah asked with a big grin.
"What about your ship, all your things?" John pressed.
"I'll grab a couple keepsakes but that rustbucket can end up in the junk pile for all I care," Jonah shrugged. "I'm being honest here, John. I wanna stick with you."
John grinned. He gestured at Jonah. "Probably best if you wait for that to go down. Then sure. You can tag along on my trip to Karron and back. As the volunteering test subject for my semen's curative properties… or the ship cumbucket. However you want to look at it."
Jonah burst into belly laughter.
They just chatted with the ease of long friendship until Jonah's stomach was flat and trim once more. Jonah got redressed and was gone less than half an hour before returning with a small suitcase. "That's me settled," he grinned to John sitting in the pilot's seat.
John checked with Jonah one last time that he was committed to this, then searched up Karron in the Sector Map. Plotting his course through space in hyperwarp, John engaged the autopilot. The Fool's Gold left the dock, reached the Nav-Beacon at the edge of the gravity well, and the FTL Drive activated to send the freighter to superluminal speeds.
"Now, dose number 3 time!" Jonah cheered before getting on his knees and going for John's zipper right there in the cockpit. John chuckled at his lover's enthusiasm before he groaned at the wonderful sensation of a mouth on his cock.
When Jonah's eyes were starting to glaze over, he blinked. He pulled back and shook his head like shaking water out of his hair. Then he grinned up at John and got back to blowing him.
"This is new!" John gasped.
"What?" Jonah asked, pulling back and reaching up to fondle John's quad.
"You… you're not going into a trance. Everyone who blows me, EVERYONE, does it on autopilot. But you just resisted," John panted, trying to concentrate through the pulsing in his groin and his desire to reach his peak.
"Hmm, guess whatever's in your pre or something wears off or I built a tolerance," Jonah mused. He got a naughty grin. "Wait, does that mean you've never had a blowjob when your partner was all there? You've never felt someone's individual sucking style?"
"No," John admitted.
"Oh, John, you are in for a treat," Jonah grinned. Then he did his best to showcase that with age came valuable experience and skill. John was seeing stars an embarrassingly short amount of time later.
Over the next 2 weeks, John and Jonah fell into a comfortable routine. They would wake up together, Jonah would get 'breakfast', they'd clean or do maintenance chores until 'lunch', and then again until 'dinner' before relaxing until they went to sleep. Jonah kept a video diary, describing his subjective experience as he kept getting more and more of John's cum into his system.
John was shaken awake on the 15th day. He looked over at Jonah. "Whazzit?" he groaned sleepily.
"John… why didn't you tell me?" Jonah asked breathlessly.
"Tell you what?" John asked in confusion.
"Are you telling me you didn't notice it too?" Jonah posed to him.
"Notice what?" John sighed, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them.
"John… look at me. I mean really look," Jonah said.
John rolled his eyes but looked at his crewmate. And as he focused, the mental blinders came off and his jaw dropped.
Jonah looked young. Not younger, just young. Younger than John at 40. John would place Jonah at college age, 20 tops. His face was wrinkle-free, and seemed just plain handsomer than it should have been even deaged from the original version. His skin was bronze and blemish-free. Dirty blond hair, green eyes, a strong jawline. His body… well, it would win fitness awards or deserved to be on the cover of a magazine. It was like the Farnese Hercules come to life, all flawless slabs of muscle in perfect proportion to each other while being as large as possible. His cock, soft, must have been the same size as John's. In fact, looking between them, the only difference between Jonah and John apart from the different faces was the pointed ears and the fact John had 4 testicles as opposed to 2.
"Jonah… you're…" John said in disbelief.
"A new man," Jonah nodded. "And it's all thanks to you." Jonah climbed into John's bed with him and pulled him into a bruising kiss.
"Jonah… we kinda need to talk…" John protested weakly. They couldn't just sweep aside the fact that apparently John had the fountain of youth in his balls.
"And we will. After." Jonah reached confidently into the bedside drawer for the bottle of lube. John felt a generous amount get rubbed into every inch of his leaking cock. Before John even realized what was happening, Jonah had guided him inside and sank down until the globes of his ass brushed John's quad.
Tight, clenching, perfect heat around his member. John looked up into Jonah's eyes. "You okay? You didn't even prep yourself," John said in concern around the truly distracting amount of pleasure radiating from his prick.
"You could never hurt me," Jonah said, quietly and assured in the truth of his words. "You're a miracle. MY miracle." Jonah leaned down and took John's mouth in a kiss even as he began to start a rhythm at their point of joining.
John had fucked plenty of men before. Usually he was on top, but anal sex wasn't anything new to him. But what he was experiencing with Jonah blew all his prior times out of the water. It was raw, and powerful, and honestly scared him a little but it felt so damn good he couldn't bring himself to stop. Jonah just kept kissing him, looking steadily into his eyes, as he rode him with single-minded intensity. It wasn't about getting off. John realized that Jonah didn't even care about his own release. He just wanted to make John lose his mind using his body as the tool.
John wrapped Jonah in his arms and crushed him and kissed him as hard as he could. Jonah took it all and kept moving with that insistent rhythm as old as time.
John roared his release as the biggest orgasm of his life was coaxed out from deep inside him. Jonah ground down on him and clenched, stretching the pleasure even further. When John could see straight again, Jonah's belly was rounded out and he was looking down at him with a look of such tenderness John started to cry.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Jonah asked softly, leaning down as best he could with his bump in the way to kiss away the tears.
"Happy tears," John assured his partner, and the man he realized loved him. And, John knew like it had been waiting inside him all along just for him to realize, he loved Jonah back. They hadn't just fucked, hadn't had sex. They'd made love.
Jonah let John hold him for a few minutes, then there was an alarming gurgle from the deaged man's guts. Jonah went to the bathroom and came out with an impressive six-pack once more. "Seems like such a waste. Remind me to take it from the other end when you actually shoot off," Jonah grinned.
John chuckled. He'd keep his epiphany about his emotions to himself for a little while, give himself time to process it. But as his mind came down from its happy cloud, the amazing circumstances of Jonah's transformation reminded him they needed to be explored.
"This is impossible," he said. "No way my cum made you young again."
"When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," Jonah said calmly. "You got any other explanation for how I look 60 years younger, feel like a trillion credits, and put on about 50 lb of muscle and 4 inches of height?"
"Okay, not impossible but… how?!" John gaped. "What could possibly explain this?"
"You know, aging is basically a disease. Your body is meant to be in its prime. But there's the whole copy-of-a-copy problem with cellular reproduction and mutations in DNA and the accumulation of junk and all that other crap that causes everything to wear down over time. Your cum, don't know how or really care why, seems to be a panacea, a cure-all. You've restored me to my optimum physical condition. Wouldn't even be surprised if you'd rewritten my DNA, given I'm now basically your clone except for my face and the fact I have a normal number of balls in my sack," Jonah shrugged.
"But… what does this mean?" John asked.
"It means I get to be your hot, jailbait boytoy from now until the day one of us dies," Jonah grinned saucily.
"Jonah, I'm serious," John sighed.
"Okay. It means nothing more than what you want it to mean," Jonah said, his expression turning solemn. "John, you own me now. I'll do whatever you want, do anything you ask, so long as you let me keep getting my regular dose of your jizz. And you're kind of an awesome guy anyway, so I'd want to stick around in any case. It means I'm staying with you until you explicitly ask me to leave. It means I'm eternally grateful for the Gift you gave me, however accidental it was, and I'll happily spend the rest of my life paying you back."
John swallowed. "Alright… that works for me."
Jonah gave a laugh full of life and then joined John in his bed. They didn't end up leaving the cabin for hours.
They fell back into their routine, with the change that Jonah now usually ended up getting his meals after a thorough plowing. They fucked like methed-up rabbits in heat. When they weren't locked in coitus, they were joking or talking or just enjoying time together. John couldn't recall a single time in his life when he felt happier than he was alone on the Fool's Gold with Jonah.
The next big surprise was when they were showering together a week after the day they realized Jonah's body had changed. Jonah blinked. "John… are you trying ventriloquism or something?"
"No, why?" John blinked.
"I swear on my mother, I just heard you say 'he's so fucking hot when he's all soapy' in my head," Jonah said.
"Odd, I was just thinking that," John frowned.
"Pick a number between 1 and 10,000," Jonah ordered.
John rolled his eyes but thought of a random–
"4,927," Jonah said.
John's jaw dropped. "No. Fucking. Way."
They dried off and sat down on the bed.
"Alright, I could almost wrap my head around my cum restoring your youth, even around it giving you a new shape. But making you psychic? That's just ridiculous," John said incredulously.
"Look, we know from that experiment with the DNA reader on the airlock that my genome has changed," Jonah argued logically. "Your cum, somehow, someway, rewrites a person's DNA. If it can do that, adding psychic powers isn't that far a jump. Look at the Ashanath, they're Telepaths. It's not magic, it's just a part of evolution that Terrans haven't reached yet. But whatever your dad is, his species, your species, must be psychic. Assuming your cum is just trying to heal me to what it thinks is the ideal state of being, psychic powers must be part of the blueprint it's based off of."
"But if my cum can make you a Telepath, how come I'm not telepathic?" John asked.
"Are you sure you aren't? Have you ever really tried, or did you just assume you couldn't?" Jonah asked.
John's head hurt. He took a few deep breaths. "I… let me meditate."
Jonah backed away a few inches and John got in the lotus position. He quieted the storm of his mind and achieved a state of zen and absolute focus. When he felt calm and centered, he opened his eyes. Then he focused on Jonah. *Can you hear me?* he thought with purpose.
Jonah nodded, meeting his gaze.
*Try and send something to me,* John instructed.
*You are my everything,* John heard Jonah say, clear as day.
John doubted he'd ever had a moment of such clarity. In a flash, the whole axis of the universe shifted. John was psychic. His cum could rewrite a person's DNA to make them psychic. And Jonah loved him back. Life would never be the same. But that would be okay. This new life proved to be very interesting.
*I love you too, Jonah,* John projected. Then he pulled a compliant, eager Jonah into a searing kiss.
The rest of the trip to Karron, when they weren't having sex, they were experimenting with their newfound Telepathy. They found it was like a muscle, it got stronger the more they used it. At the start, they could only hear each other if they were practically touching. With practice, they could hear each other's every thought from opposite ends of the Fool's Gold. And, if they focused, they could block the other out.
Other than their experiments with eldritch communications, they were two men in love and happy to spend every second of every day together. They talked, learned all there was to know about the other. They shared everything. John felt like his heart didn't even belong to him anymore, it was Jonah's. And Jonah had given his heart right back to John. John had never known love like this. Jonah admitted his previous lovers couldn't hold a candle to his feelings for John.
The night before they were due to arrive at Karron, John held Jonah in his arms, hand rubbing his distended abdomen.
"John… you ever think about kids?" Jonah asked innocently.
"Always wanted them, but never seemed like the right time," John said readily. "When we're both ready, we can adopt."
"Or we just get you a girlfriend to make them the old-fashioned way," Jonah countered.
John blinked. "Wait, what?"
Jonah turned in John's hold. He looked right into John's eyes with his forest green irises. "How familiar are you with polyamory?"
"I know it's not just swinging, it's an honest try to juggle more than one romantic relationship at once," John responded. "But why are you even bringing it up?"
"Bear with me a moment. When I imagine our future together, it feels… wrong if it's just the two of us. You deserve to be a father, John, I believe that in my soul. And when I imagine you with a woman, I don't get jealous. I get turned on. I don't even care if I get to be with her too, I just have this bone-deep urge to get you some pussy," Jonah said.
John couldn't believe his pointy ears. And he could tell from their always-on Telepathy that Jonah meant every word. "That's… I don't know what to do with that. I love you, but you want me to have an affair?"
"It's only cheating if you do it behind my back. I'll pick her out for you if it comes to it. But I do want her to stick around at least as long as I do, so probably best if you pick. You know your taste in women better than I do," Jonah grinned.
"Jonah… you really want this?" John asked hesitantly.
"More than I want you all to myself, I want you to have a wife. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. If we're very lucky, I'll fall in love with her too and it'll be a very happy long-term threesome. But come hell or high water, unless you explicitly say no, I'm going to get you a girlfriend," Jonah said.
John shook his head. "Yeah, well, we can worry about that after we sell the Tyrenium."
"Sure, sure," Jonah nodded, but the note of triumph in his voice let John know exactly how pleased his lover was he'd talked John at least partially around to the idea.