Marcus slowed his car to a stop and waited a few minutes while the dust from the dirt road settled around him. He then stepped out of the car, squinted his eyes and looked back down the road, he then turned his head and looked up ahead. When he confirmed there were no vehicles sharing that expanse of road with him, he stepped to the edge of the road, reached up unzipping his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants.
Spreading his legs a little wider, he relaxed a bit as a long stream of yellow liquid arched out into the weeds that grew along the dusty roadway. Up to that time he had lived an unremarkable life. Over the past five years he worked as an assistant manager at a small used bookstore, had dated four different women, two long enough to actually have had sex and had owned a pet cat until it ran away two months ago. As he watched his urine splash on the dusty leaves of weeds, he could never know how his life would change in the next few moments.
Something in the sky caught his eye but before he could look up, squint and focus his eyes he was consumed in a rolling ball of heat, steel and dust. He never knew what hit him.
Marcus never knew what hit him until the doctors and scientists told him. It took several months for him to get the whole story because the doctors and scientist could only give him information as it was declassified. Eventually what he learned was that he was found along the roadside by several farmers, followed by the local sheriff, an ambulance crew and finally two scientists. The scientists were frantically trying to track down an errant satellite that had fallen from orbit only to crash into a sparsely inhabited corner of Wyoming.
Unfortunately, the corner of Wyoming was not sparsely inhabited enough, at least for Marcus. Fortunately, for some strange reason that the doctors and scientists couldn't hope to ever sufficiently explain to Marcus, he survived the impact of this (classified) space matter. Not only did he survive, but after a few minor operations, Marcus was able to thrive, albeit with a huge mass of (classified) space junk permanently embedded in his body.
Marcus didn't fully comprehend what the doctors and scientists were telling him until he stood in front of a full length mirror. There he stood, his hair a bit disheveled, his arms a bit bruised up and his legs a bit thin and wobbly, but what shocked him was the odd mixture of high strength alloy steel, glass and plastic torso. Thoughts of the old science fiction movies rolled through his mind as he studied his body.
After the initial surprise wore off, he reached down between his legs and found, thankfully, that his cock and balls remained intact. Initially relieved that his sex life was intact, he later became depressed. "Don't you see Doc," he said to his psychiatrist, "I had a hard enough time with women before all this, what will happen to me now?"
The psychiatrist spent some time trying to get Marcus to understand how lucky he was to be alive. Although Marcus did respond positively most of the psychiatric sessions, he never really got over the sex. For most of his life he had been hopelessly inept with women, but somehow, now, he felt his fate was sealed. He left the hospital convinced he'd never be with a woman again.
Marcus wore a large trench coat as he was rushed out a back door of the hospital and quickly slipped into a taxi, while a black Suburban at the front entrance was impossibly surrounded by photographers, reporters and a strange group of bystanders. Marcus wasn't alone in the taxi, besides the driver, he had a security officer who explained to him that there was a lot of public curiosity about him. Marcus learned that a security officer would stay with him during the next several weeks.
Figuring they were making a big fuss over nothing, Marcus was grateful for the bodyguard when he arrived at his apartment building and found the path blocked by a large group of people. The bodyguard, with the help of a couple of policemen, got Marcus into the apartment without incident, but as he unlocked the door to his fifth floor apartment, he saw the door across the hall from him slowly open.
Marcus turned and found himself looking at a beautiful woman, a woman he had never noticed before. For several moments he stood at the door, completely frozen as he looked over his neighbor. Her short curly hair encircled a cute, round face with bright blue eyes. Looking downward he noticed her two nipples protruding against the fabric of her tee shirt. Her breasts were small, but seemingly nicely formed, with very prominent nipples.
Before he could scan downward he heard her say, "You're the one, aren't you?"
"I guess," he replied.
"It's hard to tell anything with that coat on you like that," she said, beginning to move a bit closer, but stopping as the security guard stepped between her and Marcus.
"It's okay," Marcus said, lightly brushing his hand on the guard's shoulder, "she's a neighbor." Looking back at the woman, Marcus asked, "Do you want to come into my apartment?"
Surprisingly she said, "Yes, I'd like that."
The three of them entered Marcus' apartment, which looked completely different. "Whoa, is this the right place?" Marcus said.
"They told me to tell you that they reworked your apartment," the security guard said. "Something about your restrictions, plus they set up a room for me."
"Oh, you're living with me now?"
"Well, me or whomever is your bodyguard for the day," he replied.
"Who is they?"
"The doctors and scientists I guess. It was my boss who told me to tell you."
"And what if he wants to be alone with his guest," the woman asked.
"I can step into my room or wait outside the door, whatever Marcus prefers."
The woman looked at Marcus and said, "Do you mind having him wait outside?"
Marcus looked at his bodyguard and asked, "Do you mind?"
"Not at all sir, if you need me you can radio me on your cell phone, it's quicker than calling my number," he replied, heading for the door.
When the door closed Marcus looked over to the woman, "You know, for as long as I have lived here, I don't remember seeing you."
"Actually, I'm watching over the apartment for my brother. He's on vacation."
"So..."
"I'm Susan, Susan Butler, Jerry's sister," she said, holding her hand out to Marcus.
Marcus took her hand and said, "You know, I've seen your brother a number of times, but never knew his name."
"Well, aren't you glad I just happened to be here?"
"What a coincidence," Marcus replied.
