Hey everyone! This is my first story, so please be kind.
This story starts off with some backstory and explanation, setting the stage.
Hope you all enjoy :)
To this day, humanity looks up at the stars and wonders: is there other life out there? Are we alone?
Little do they know, they are not. Our kind came to Earth 322 years ago. The last few of our kind landed in an escape pod. Our planet was ravaged by war, and the rest starved. The few of us that remained were put in a pod and launched towards earth as a last ditch effort to save our kind. Little did we know that humans existed on this planet.
Make no mistake, we look just like humans. We walk like them, talk like them, breathe like them, and do almost everything just like them. There are only a few differences between us and them.
First off, we are immortal. We don't age, we don't get sick, we all look no older than 30, and we mate and bond forever. The government knows we exist. In order for our identity to be protected, we are moved around every 5 years. We are given new names, identities, money, etc. The government doesn't want humans to know we exist.
This is where I, and my average life, come into play. I'm 29 years old. I turn 30 in one month, and time is running out. Why? Because of one small detail our kind has to face: immortality only happens if you successfully mate and bond with someone before your 30th birthday. If you don't do it before then, you will age and die and be vulnerable to everything the earth has to offer, just like regular humans. Any individual, human included, that we mate with and bond with are also granted immortality. Mates for life, inseparable, forever.
I turn 30 in one month, and I still haven't chosen anyone. Typically, our kind encourages bonding with a female, human or not. Procreation is favored as it strengthens our species going forward. This was the problem I faced. I didn't want a female; I wanted to mate and bond with a male. Not just any male, but a smaller, more muscular male, preferably with a hot muscular bubble butt. Yeah, I have a type. At 6'4 and being a slightly hairy middle eastern/european LOOKING guy, I wanted to spend FOREVER bending over a muscular jock or twunk, sliding my 8x6 cock up his ass, and fucking babies into him over and over while making love to him passionately. I didn't want kids; I didn't want the hassle. I just wanted a best friend, forever, who would please me, submit to me, and enjoy everything this world has to offer with me, with my babies swimming around inside of him, of course.
I spent many years searching for the perfect man for me. Certain men came and went, boyfriends here and there, but none were worthy of bonding with. I couldn't have sex with them and risk bonding myself to some shit head. Some had crappy personalities; some were not masculine enough for me; and some were just not bonding material. Humans can venture into their 30s and keep looking with no problem; I didn't have this luxury.
Now, I'm a gentleman. I wanted to do things the natural way: become friends, bros, and then boyfriends, and if all was well, bonding forever. We weren't allowed to tell the one we wanted to bond with beforehand; we had to make our choice, do the act, and they would only find out afterward. Fucked up?
Yeah, it was. But rules were rules, and they had to be obeyed for everything to work out. Obviously, after 29 years, being a gentleman had got me nowhere and on the brink of losing immortality forever.
Now, there is one more thing to note. Our kind, at least the males, had an ace up our sleeves. A biological "fail safe" for us to fall back on should things not progress "naturally." Human women have their periods once a month until a certain age. Well, our species, the males, had something similar. For a small window each month, for about 72 hours, our cock would become erect nonstop. During this window, any individual, whether male or female, would be instantly attracted to the one seeking a mate upon seeing the erect cock physically. If you couldn't find someone to mate with naturally, then during this window, all you would need to do is show your cock to the one you wanted and they would be attracted to you for 24 hours. They'll do anything you tell them to, regardless of orientation, and they'd be none the wiser. All you had to do after that was bond with them. I don't know how this works or why, but I didn't question it at all. I didn't want to use this method. I didn't want to be THAT guy. I wanted to find someone who wanted me the "right" way.
But time was running out, and it was slowly dawning on me: I may not have a choice. I would need to pick someone soon or risk living a normal life like humans.
This is where Jake comes in. Jake is my secret crush. has been for some time. At 22 years old and 5'9", he was the definition of Latino perfection. Curly hairy up top, a slim muscular twunk body, the cutest face you'd ever seen, a deep manly voice, and a muscular bubble butt that stretched sweatpants to the limit while screaming "FUCK ME!"
There was only one problem: Jake is straight and has a girlfriend. His girlfriend was your average-looking Latino gal who treated him like shit. I don't know why he put up with it; he could do so much better. He had patience like a saint, as I had heard them talk and argue before from the side at the gym. Jake worked at the gym, so I frequently saw him there. His patience made me want him all the more.
Prior to now, I had never thought of using my "fail safe" on Jake. I liked and adored him, but I didn't want to do that to him. I wanted him to like me for ME, not because he saw my cock and was unknowingly forced into it. It agonized me for weeks on end leading up to this final window. I was running out of time and had to make a decision: force Jake to be with me, be immortal forever, or be a human and die naturally, probably alone.
I felt like I still had time to think about it, until it happened: the 72-hour erection started. This would be my last chance to use the fail safe. Act now, or it's over. There was no way I could get Jake to like me and sleep with me in a mere 28 days. So I made the gut-wrenching decision to go forward with it. Even though Jake barely knew me, only saying hi in passing, in the next 2-3 days I would attempt to make him mine forever. I had to come up with a plan, and fast. How do you get a straight Latino guy to look at your cock and then get him alone in 24 hours to fuck, breed, and bond with him?
The next morning, I put my plan into motion. I rented an AirBnB nearby our gym for 72 hours. It had to be ready to go if this worked. I need Jake alone to bond with him. Jake was on shift today, so I needed to find a way to get him to see my cock alone and then tell him to follow me to my car and take care of the rest. Easier said than done!
I waited for Jake's shift to start. He was helping out at the front desk, checking people in. He looked extra fucking hot today. Adidas sweatpants and a black t-shirt, showing off his muscular body and perfect ass, soon to be MY muscular body and MY perfect ass. I quickly checked in and made my way to the locker room. I got undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist, making sure to hide my erection from any unwanted eyes. It was 10 a.m., so the gym was fairly empty at this point. I locked up the locker and made my way to the courtesy phone by the entrance to the locker room. I picked up the phone and called the front desk. Jake answered.
FUCK YEAH I thought to myself.
"Yes, hi, this is James in the men's locker room. It seems like my lock is jammed, and I need someone with the master key to come and open it for me; I can't get to my stuff." Jake said someone would be with me shortly. That someone better be him; I don't have much of a backup plan if it is someone else. I waited a few minutes and saw the man of my dreams enter the locker room. Confident, laid-back, but also a bit reserved. We made our way over to the locker, and he asked me what was inside before opening it. I told him what to expect, and he turned his back to me to open the locker. As he was opening the door, I made my move. I quickly looked around to verify we were alone and dropped my towel to the floor, muttering "oh shit" while doing so. Jake quickly turned around, asking "Is everything alri-?" and stopped mid-sentence as he saw that I was without a towel and made eye contact with my hard cock.
I had him. I fucking had him. Jake was looking at my cock, mouth slightly hanging down, as if he had just been told he won a billion-dollar lottery. He started silently for a few seconds as the fail-safe kicked in and did its work. There stood my cock, 8" long, 6" in girth, uncut and veiny in all its glory, surrounded by a modest amount of hair.
"You okay, man?" I asked Jake. I didn't know what to expect. Yeah, we had some education but.... this was uncharted territory for me. Jake didn't respond and just kept staring. I asked him again, and he slowly looked up at me and made eye contact. He was so freaking perfect and cute, arching his neck up at me, being shorter.
"That's...
That's a nice cock you have there, bro. It's so... big.
Fuck."