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Knowing that everything in my life has led to this moment is weird to think about in retrospect. You could have given me one hundred guesses as to how my life would go after college and sitting on the ground with my cock out while an alien is set to observe and take notes to share with his partner back on his home planet, which will also be my own home planet, wouldn’t have cracked even the top million guesses.
Yet here I am anyway, on an interstellar ship headed toward Erid where hopefully they will welcome me with warm wishes. Rocky feels confident enough in that they will at least, and considering he’s my expert on Eridians right now I guess I can’t argue with him.
It had started simple enough. We were discussing the differences in our cultures as we’ve taken to pass the time. I had a lot to learn if I was to live on Erid, after all, and the last thing I wanted was to one: embarrass myself; but perhaps the more important thing is two: embarrass Rocky.
This topic worked out in both of our favors originally though. I wanted to learn more about Eridian societal norms, but also more about Rocky’s personal life. It is always interesting to hear Rocky talk about Adrian. It is easy to see just how much he cares about them. How excited they are about returning home to them, even if Rocky admits that he is worried that something has happened to them.
I watch as he rubs the gem in his front leg, the green gem stands out so much against his brown body, but it’s stunning.
”Is that gem from Adrian?” I ask, and Rocky gives a nod. It’s odd to see him pick up some human-like habits. The nodding, a tilt of his body when he has a question. All visual cues I’m not certain that his species ever had a need for.
“Is from Adrian. Yes. Mates give each other stones. Gems. Signify devotion.” Rocky doesn’t stop rubbing it through. I wonder if it’s a self-soothing thing. Something to make him feel close to Adrian after time and distance away. “What humans do? To signify devotion to mate?”
I blink. I don’t know if I’m the best to give this kind of talk to. I’ve mentioned one of my exes to him before, but it was a fleeting moment. A moment of bonding, a moment of understanding between us. We are not so different. Something we needed when we were stressed and scared and still getting to know one another.
“Why Grace rubbing thumb and finger?”
Glancing down, I realize that Rocky is right. I’m rubbing my thumb on the side of my ring finger. Well… better to answer him. I know he’s older than me, an accomplished scientist and soon to be a savior of Erid, but he can also be like a toddler when he doesn’t get an answer he wants.
”Well… on Earth we also give stones. Though, they are usually not embedded in our skin,” I start, trying to think of the best way to explain this. “When people like one another, they’ll start going out-“
“I do not understand.”
”To court, basically. Spend time together with the goal of furthering the relationship. They will go on what we call dates. It can range from dinner-“ “Oh disgust-” “Not gross or intimate for us, Rock, to walking in the park or spending time just existing. Usually you do something you both enjoy. Then once you feel like you know the person better, you’d get into a relationship. Relationships can further progress into engagements, then weddings. Usually, humans would start presenting jewelry to our part- mate in the relationship phase. Then, once you get engaged, you usually present an engagement ring, then once married you add a wedding ring. Those are usually diamonds, but not everyone wants that.”
Rocky listens intently, as far as I can tell, but he seems pleased with that answer. Of course though, he has more.
“When is average age of human mating ceremony?”
”Wedding, Rocky, a wedding. And it depends. Some people get married young, some people marry once they’re older, and some people - like me - remain unmarried.”
“Grace not want mate?”
There’s a moment of silence between us. I stare at him, blinking. How do you explain human sexuality to an alien species that doesn’t have sexuality? Rocky had explained that Eridians tend to be “genderless” with both forms of sexual organs inside of them, but they could not fertilize their own eggs.
“It is… hard to explain.”
”Try. I listen.”
Another sigh, and I drag my hands down my face before nodding. “Sometimes, there are humans who do not feel romantic or sexual attraction. Or may feel one but not the other. It is a spectrum kind of thing. Some people are totally repulsed by sex or romance, but others may be neutral or positive to the idea, but just do not feel attraction.”
“And that what Grace is?”
I nod. “Yeah. I would say I’m on that spectrum. I’ve had relationships before but I do not think I was ever really attracted to the people I was with. I think with women it was what was expected of me, you know. Well-, I guess you do not. Growing up, it is expected for a human male to mate with a human female, but I never really felt comfortable with that. Nor did I feel like myself in relationships. With men it was… I think seeing aspects of them I wanted for myself.” A sigh, and I shake my head.
Thinking of it, it’s kind of bittersweet. I knew a relationship would never happen for me, and I felt fulfilled by my job. I loved being a teacher. I loved seeing the kids’ excitement at learning and science. How they questioned everything. Middle schoolers weren’t the easiest to teach, but they had a genuine interest in science at least. I can’t lie though. Perhaps it would have been nice to have someone, hell even something, to come home to. To spend my summers with.
I guess fate has a funny way of ensuring that I would be alone forever, forcing me to come to terms with who I am. Being on the asexual spectrum was easy to accept, the aromantic aspect of it harder. Still is harder even after years.
“And what about the act of mating? Grace once explained that humans mate without having an official mate. Grace not want that either?”
“Remember me talking about how it is a spectrum?” I ask as Rocky nods. “Sometimes, rarely, I do. Usually though if I am feeling uh… excited,”
“No understand. You have been excited before with me. Why this different, question?” Rocky asks, and I groan. Giving the birds and the bees talk to an alien was NOT part of what I wanted to do tonight.
“Excited. Another way to say aroused. There is a difference between being excited about one thing, like us heading back to Erid, and being sexually excited.”
”Amaze. The way humans use same words for different things confusing. I will simplify when tell Adrian.”
I choke on my spit. “Tell Adrian what?”
“About human biology. Adrian scientist afterall! They will be amaze amaze amaze too.”
I decided at that moment that there is no God.
“Continue please. Must tell Adrian everything.”
I could cut this off now. I should cut this off now. It’s not like I will see another human for as long as I live, nor will I ever have sex again. There’s a chance I’m going I’ll have to get real friendly with my hand again aren’t I?
But yet, I continue anyway.
“Well. When someone is aroused, blood flows to their genitalia. Sometimes, it happens when you are not aroused. For male humans their penis becomes erect, and once they achieve an orgasm their erection will typically go away in what is known as a refractory period. It is not only a two person job though,” and before Rocky can say anything, I follow up, “A man can pleasure himself sometimes, or a man can have multiple partners. It depends on what he and the person or persons want.”
“Like when Grace wake up after sleep sometimes? And adjusts pants?”
I really hate that he can see through walls sometimes.
“Correct. Usually, though, I can just ignore it and it will go away.”
Rocky gives a little hum, not really a word but more a sound of acceptance, and I feel like perhaps we can finally be done with this line of questioning. I have my own questions, though more social than biological.
It doesn’t seem like I’m going to get to ask them though, because Rocky nods once more before stretching just a bit.
“I watch Grace then. Take care of himself. It will be for science. Good information for Erid, for Adrian!”
Which is how I am now sitting in front of Rocky, lower half bare with my semi-hard cock resting against my thigh. I can’t lie and say that it isn’t tempting. It has been years at this point since I had last done anything to myself, and even longer since I have had a partner. Granted, this partner is for science and this is platonic… I think. Rocky hasn’t said anything otherwise.
I’m not sex-repulsed, but I have never really had the desire to have sex. I’ve had it before, but the desire for me to engage in it frequently is not there. Masturbation is a little different though. Where I find sex uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons, masturbation is different. Still, I didn’t often feel the need to do it often, but I did it maybe once or twice a month? At least it did before I was shot up into space, but perhaps Rocky will allow me to see how Eridians pleasure themselves-
Do Eridians masturbate? Or is sex for them just a way of making sure their population and civilization does not die out?
“Stop thinking, Grace. Do action.” Rocky calls out.
”It is not as easy as that. I’ve never done it with an audience before, Rock.”
“Then pretend I am not here. Look.” He puts a claw over a part of his body. “I close my eyes.”
“You do not HAVE eyes.”
“Grace! That joke!”
I groan, then look at my cock. It’s there, still semi-hard. I can do this. This is for science. Yeah. Science.
In what little prep time for this I had thanks to Rocky wanting to do it as soon as possible, I had found some lubricant. This will make it easier to do this, and the sooner it is done the sooner I will feel better.
This feels like a really bad porno though.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, I squirt some of it onto my hand and take one last deep breath before wrapping my hand around myself. I can’t help the hiss that escapes my lips as I start to slowly stroke myself. I’m taking steadying breaths, trying to not will myself to just start thrusting into my hand.
“Tell me what you’re doing. You hiss. Is it painful?”
“No,” I breathe out as I use my thumb to tease at my tip. I’m fully hard now. It had been so long since I had last experienced pleasure, but still I’m a bit embarrassed about how reactive my body is. “I’ve wrapped my hand around my cock and am stroking it. I-“ cut off by another groan, I gave myself a firm squeeze. Nothing too painful, of course, but something just to test the waters.
“What helps in pleasure? If you had partner join, what would they do?” Rocky sounds fully invested now, and I can’t help but twitch at the attention. Am I into exhibition? This is new.
“Some humans like dirty talk. Like praise or being degraded-“ I try to explain, but Rocky cuts me off again.
“We do that too! Does Grace want me to dirty talk him?”
I gasp at that, nodding before thinking for a split second. What about Adrian? Wouldn’t this be cheating?
“What about Adrian?”
“Adrian will not mind. Adrian will be happy to have you as partner too.”
Okay, well. We’ll have to talk about that after this because I do not think I can fully explain that I cannot be a romantic partner. Perhaps they have something in relationships where there’s platonic mates?
”If you are sure.”
“Rocky sure. Adrian will love you. Just like me. Not the same way I love Adrian, but you’re family. My family family family.”
My cock twitches at that and I whine softly. I don’t fight the desire to buck my hips this time, keeping my first around my cock. I’m family. I’m wanted.
“Such a pretty human. So pretty pretty pretty. Smart too. And kind.”
”Rocky-“ I whine. What was supposed to be scientific feels like it has quickly turned not scientific. I feel hot and cannot tell if it is just my normal reaction to being horny or if Rocky’s praise is causing it.
“Want to touch. Need need need. Need to figure out what makes Grace tick. Need to help.”
“You’re helping, buddy. Trust me,” I grit out, adjusting so I’m kneeling rather than sitting with my bare ass on the floor. Rocky’s observing, and when I look at him I swear I see a shiver, or whatever the Eridian equivalent is, rip through him.
I already feel close. It’s been years, of course I’m close so quickly. In an effort to not dirty Mary any more than I need to, I try to use the pre leaking from my tip as a way to lubricate myself and make it easier. It also means I need to grip a little tighter.
“What else Grace like?”
“R-Rocky, please-“ I groan out, trying to convince him that I do not need to tell an alien every kink I’ve had. Including the new ones apparently. Hello exhibitionism and apparently xenophilia. Wait. Does this count as xenophilia? Or would this be something else? Exophilia? I don’t think I’m attracted to Rocky, and in fact I would say I feel pretty comfortable saying that I am not romantically interested in Rocky, but I think my cock would argue right now, but there’s a difference in sexual interest and romantic interest.
“Grace-“ Rocky chirps, “Hand slowing down. Is something wrong? Do you like nothing else?”
“No, I do, but usually I do not do it myself.”
“Rocky cannot help besides call you pretty. Or do you want to be degraded? You’re my smart human, but you can be dumb too. Dumb dumb dumb. If Grace does not help, I will just start insulting.”
“Perhaps it’s a good thing you can’t touch me,” I grumble as I bring my free hand up to rest on my neck. It’s hard to explain why I like this, but I lightly press my fingers down. Not enough to fully stop any air from escaping or entering, but it is enough to cause me to give a broken moan and thrust into my hand. I don’t keep the hand on my neck for long, mainly because Rocky starts to freak out.
“Dumb dumb dumb! Why suffocating yourself! Grace stop! Do not hurt yourself!”
With my hand off the neck, I take a deep breath before laughing. He of course gets frustrated at that too, saying this is no time to laugh.
“No, not hurting myself. It is not painful. It is hard to explain, okay? Just know it feels good to me. Could you not hear my heart racing? It can be dangerous, but I was not going to allow it to be.”
Rocky rubs his two front claws over one another, kind of like how I would wring my hands. It’s charming. Cute even. “If it does not hurt and Grace likes… then continue.”
I nod, not that it matters, before putting my hand back on my neck and slightly pressing on the sides. That same heady rush I felt earlier is back and my eyes flutter close. I can hear a weak moan fall from my lips as my hips buck into my hand. I take the hand on my cock and slide it up to my tip, using the thumb to rub just under it and toy with the slit.
I’m the closest I’ve been all night and yet it can’t have been longer than five minutes. Years of not really touching yourself due to a coma, and then once you wake up from said coma finding time to not be stressed in space (usually hard anyway) but having amnesia (harder) and having to choose between going back to a planet where you felt like a stranger and have no one waiting for you versus going back to save your best friend and live on his planet (surprisingly easy) will do that to you I guess.
“My leaky human. Wish I could see you like how you see yourself. Leaky leaky leaky. This is good leaky though. Want to touch. Need. Need need need to touch. Want to show affection. My beautiful human.”
That is enough to push me over the edge. I can feel my toes curl as I release all over the hand on my cock, some of it unfortunately dripping onto the floor. Sorry, Mary. I’ll give you a good scrub once I can feel myself again.
Once it’s done, I fall back onto my ass and let go of my neck. Taking shuddering breaths, I close my eyes and groan softly as Rocky chitters, his version of a chuckle. If he’s saying something, I can’t understand. I just take a moment, catch my breath, and sit up. My spent cock rests against my thigh again, and I sigh as I look at the mess that I had made. This isn’t going to be the worst thing to clean, but it’s not going to be fun.
“All done?”Rocky asks, suddenly closer to me and I jump a bit with an “Oh Jesus-“ slipping out. “Now you have refractory period, correct? What happens during that?”
I groan, and he lets out a vent of air. “I need the information for Adrian!”
“I’m going to clean up. It's your turn to tell me information once I’m able to think straight and can take notes.”
It’s silent again, and I give a small thanks toward the sky as I start to clean and redress.
“You have cute ass.” Rocky chitters out, and I jump as I one: wasn’t expecting the silence to be broken; and two: wasn’t expecting him to say that. Actually. What?
“Where the hell did you learn that from?”