Contains explicit heterosexual content. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read, please leave immediately.
Descriptors: Sci-fy fantasy, gay male, coming of age, relationships
Copyright by author in its complete version. No copying in part or in whole. Do not publish outside of Nifty without explicit permission of author.
You may reach the author at bgoodness.stories@gmail.com. Feedback welcomed and encouraged.
Benny and Voltar: A Multiverse Love Story By B. Goodness
I.
Little Benny sat in his room. He was alone. All alone.
Because he was alone, he was lonely. His lonely thoughts were like dreams. It was only in his dreams that he was not alone. His dreams led him outside the walls that contained him. It was like riding the waves of light that entered his four-walled universe. They penetrated the glass in the window that looked out on an ordinary yard in an ordinary town.
What,' he asked himself, would happen if I could ride those waves of light away from my room? The light reflects off the walls of my room. What if I could ride the reflection back to where the light came from? Where would I end up?'
The more he looked at the light, the more fascinating his idea became. `Maybe I wouldn't be so lonely where the light came from.'
The more he thought about it, the more his dreams stretched out of his head toward the bright light that was filling his room; so bright that he began to lose track of where he was. Was he actually leaving his room, or were only his dreams wandering away?
Some time later, Benny was sitting in a room that was a lot like the room he used to have. When he left his old room behind, he found himself growing up in another place. His parents were no longer with him. Did he miss them?' he wondered. Maybe at first.' Did they miss him? He hoped so.
It's not as if he had no parents. He had landed in a home very like his old home, but somehow very different than the one he used to live in. After what seemed like a long journey that took hardly any time, he found himself in a family he didn't recognize but who seemed somehow very familiar; his new parents were a lot like the parents he had when he was sitting all alone in his room, before he traveled the waves of light.
He had grown bigger since he left his old room. He also had brothers and sisters he didn't have before. What was most different was that now he had a guide, a boy who was a little older than him, who had also ridden the light from someplace else. His name was Voltar. Benny didn't know how Voltar entered this universe, but he knew he was there to help him.
Benny was 12, almost 13, when he left home traveling the light waves. Time was different here. Voltar told him his new world was called Altland and existed along side of other worlds in other universes, like the places where Benny and Voltar had come from. Altland was a pivot point in the multiverse, Voltar told him. Light travel was allowed in and out of other universes, but return travel was discouraged but not strictly prohibited, since return trips risked damaging the other worlds' space-time continua.
Benny arrived in Altland with the same body he had when he left Earth. It was different from Voltar's, who said his body hadn't changed either during his travel over the light waves. Benny was about to turn 13 when he left home; maybe he was almost 14 now. It was hard to keep track of time in a different universe. The problem of calculating time on Altland was due to its slower revolution and the fact that there was no real darkness. As it revolved it received light from each of it suns in turn. First came bright white sun, then the red sun, and finally the blue light from the third sun. This divided each day into three equal parts, with the blue sun casting the least light. It was during the blue part of the day that most creatures slept. Hours, minutes and days didn't coincide neatly with the earth's solar clock.
At 12 almost 13, Benny was beginning to experience his body and emotions in different ways than he did as a young boy. He had found life very confusing back on Earth. The older boys in the schoolyard were telling him disturbing things about what they said they were doing with girls, and then teasing him for not knowing what they were talking about. For some reason, he didn't believe them. But their remarks upset him anyways.
As he got older in Altland, the things happening to his earthly body didn't seem so troubling. Voltar was becoming his constant companion. He felt growing affection for Voltar, partly because they were both aliens in an alien land, he thought. Benny didn't remember a lot from his former life, but he thought that maybe his friendship with Voltar would somehow be considered odd, maybe even forbidden back on Earth. He couldn't understand why. All he knew was that Voltar was becoming more and more dear to him. Benny hoped Voltar felt the same way about him, but he was too shy to ask.
Benny quickly learned that adults acted differently on Altland. Men and women weren't so conscious of the differences between them. They certainly didn't have strictly defined roles. Benny accepted that and never wondered why that was or how that had happened. Language itself was very different from Benny and Voltar's native tongues. The inhabitants of Altland could communicate in all the languages of their visitors. Altlanders themselves used a form of thought-speech based on concepts that emerged as sounds that any listener could understand no matter their native tongue. Natives of Atland tended to communicate with each other on the conceptual level, intellect to intellect, without the medium of sound. That made it difficult at first for Benny, but he found that if he made a noise or said something out loud Altlander speech automatically activated itself.
It wasn't that men and women in Altland didn't have roles to play. Men still impregnated women, who carried the child and gave birth. But raising children was left to men, who were considered far more nurturing than women. It was women, for the most part, who were responsible for commerce and governance. Still, there were many examples of families where parents' roles were reversed or combined, and no one thought anything of it.
Altlanders were mostly colorless, which seemed to Benny to make them ethereal and conjured from a spiritual realm. Visitors, temporary and permanent, came in all colors imaginable. Altlanders themselves were all color blind and couldn't distinguish the differently colored beings around them. Some of that was probably due to their place in the galactic multiverse. Their home was held in balance in an empty space equidistant from three galaxies, and received three different colors of sunlight, all faint. Altland's earliest settlers had fled a dying star's imminent implosion and brought with them advanced technology capable of maintaining a viable atmosphere and sources of water and nourishment. Altland floated between universes, somehow holding everything in balance. That is how it had become one of the multiverse's way stations.
Benny wondered about the relationship he had with his new family. Everyone was cordial, but being so ethereal it was difficult to feel warmth in the family circle. Although he sensed a kind of love and caring for him, his still-earthly body missed the physical presence of people as he knew them.
Benny's relationship with Voltar was completely different. When Voltar put his arm around his shoulder, the love they had developed for each other coursed between them. It was a warmth that stirred deep emotions, not to mention physical reactions. It had taken them awhile to be able to understand each other's speech, but the language of the heart, it seemed, was universal. Benny was on the cusp of puberty when he rode the light waves to Altland. Voltar was a little older. The age difference between them was hard to calculate since time was measured differently on Altland, Earth and Ultar where Voltar had come from. No amount of difference could keep them apart or dim their growing love for each other.
Besides the female Altlanders, there were female visitors from all over the multiverse. Benny hadn't yet seen a human female from Earth since he had traveled the light reflected from his old room. The Earth-bound cultural norms that still lingered in Benny told him he should be seeking out a female being for affection. Nothing in his experience in Altland supported that now alien-seeming attraction.
Twelve-year-old Benny awoke with a start from his daydreams of light travel. He felt at peace but a little disoriented. `Did I actually leave this room by riding the sunlight, or am I just imagining it?' he wondered. He looked at his alarm clock next to the bed to see how much time had passed. It was less than five minutes since he noticed the clock when he entered the room. He had the feeling of having spent a long time somewhere; he didn't know where. He felt he had lost some of himself but gained something much larger. He felt very strange.
After eating dinner with his parents and watching some TV, Benny was back in his room ostensibly to do his homework. In truth, he had done it on the school bus, but he needed time to himself. A buddy at school had just told him about masturbation, although that wasn't the term he used Ð more like jerking off, if he remembered right. True to his 12- nearly 13-year-old self, he wanted to try this new activity. He had been experiencing erections more frequently lately, but he hadn't yet figured out what to do with them.
For some reason he couldn't explain, Benny didn't want to share this new activity with his parents, so he went and quietly locked the door to his room. Spreading out on his bed on top of the spread, he took his penis out of his pants through his fly. He realized he already had a boner, as the kids called it, just thinking about what was going to happen. So he started rubbing it, up and down, just as his friend Bobby had said. Mmm, it did feel good. Pretty soon, there was something leaking out of his cock. It was clear and sticky, so it wasn't piss. The more he rubbed it, the better it felt. He pulled his foreskin down and started lubing himself with the fluid. Better and better. He was slipping into a dream-like state as he rubbed it, up and down. The feeling got better and better, more intensely pleasurable than anything he had ever felt down there. He was breathing faster and faster as the feeling built up, until a few drops of something shot out of his penis.
At the very moment of his first-ever orgasm, his brain filled with brilliant colors as he stifled a moan. A vision appeared in a flash of sunlight of a young man or a boy, he couldn't tell which. The creature was strangely garbed but seemed intimately recognizable. He couldn't think of where he could have seen someone like that. Then the young man reached out and surrounded him with a warm hug, and it felt so good. Benny, it's me, Voltar,' the vision said. I love you. I miss you so much. If you ever need help, just call me. I will come to you.'
Benny came down to breakfast the next day with a dreamy expression and tiny grin on his face. His parents didn't say anything to him, but they looked at each other with raised eyebrows, wondering what might have happened to their Little Benny. Their son, even if he was something of a loner, had always seemed happy and was easy to get along with.
Soon it was time to catch the bus for school. He hurried and brushed his teeth and spent a few minutes at the mirror combing his hair, for the fifth time that morning. There is no one so vain about his hair than an almost 13-year-old boy. Even the girls in his class didn't take that much time on their hair.
The bus came within five minutes, and he got on and he slid into the seat next to his best friend Bobby, who had told him about the joys of masturbation. Did ya try it?' Bobby whispered. Benny just grinned. Enough said. Bobby punched his arm in reply. The bus was coming up to the intersection of Pine and Cedar streets. His neighborhood was called The Trees,' because all the streets were named after trees. They were on Pine and the bus was going a normal speed through the intersection. Cedar had a stop sign at the corner of Pine, but a huge dump truck was barreling down Cedar. It T-boned the bus exactly where Benny and Bobby were sitting. No one ever knew whether the bus had lost its brakes or the driver wasn't paying attention.
With the crash came a bright light. Benny's last words were, `Voltar, help me!'
II.
Voltar and Benny were sitting in Voltar's modest home on Altland. It was approximately six Earth years since Benny had negotiated the long, this-time arduous, trip back to Altland. He recalled the dump truck crashing into the school bus, killing his best friend Bobby and nearly killing Benny as well. Benny had called to Voltar for help and his inter-celestial friend simultaneously felt an electric charge go through his whole being. He became instantly aware of his friend's predicament. How could he come to the aid of this friend whom he had promised to help any time he called?
Benny hardly remembered his plea before he blacked out. Voltar knew immediately that he had to override the laws of physics and death to draw Benny back to him. Voltar concentrated his mind and sent Benny an urgent command: `Follow the point of light, Benny. Don't let it slip away! Concentrate on the light!' Voltar repeatedly called across the void of space. Slipping away was exactly what Benny's broken body was doing, but some synapse in his brain heard Voltar's urgent instructions and latched onto the bright pinpoint of light in the long dark tunnel.
It was up to Voltar to draw Benny's essence back to Altland. The amount of effort needed to drag Benny into the light was overwhelming. Voltar could sense the fragment of attention Benny's beleaguered brain had used to latch on to the cosmic light. Voltar had to send life-saving help down the path of light if he was going to be able to connect with Benny. The rescue required immense mental energy propelled by anguished emotions and physical strength for Voltar to connect with Benny's dwindling spark of life to launch his return voyage.
When Benny finally arrived back in Altland, he was close to death. It took days of intense care before Benny was even able to respond. Voltar had to call upon the magical powers of the multiverse to mend Benny's body. Healing him psychically and spiritually was even tougher, but after months of recovery Benny was finally able to sit up in bed and eat and drink without the help of medical equipment.
Benny remembered none of his return trip and recovery, and he was constantly asking Voltar to tell him what happened during each part of his rescue.
Back on Earth, crews worked feverishly to rescue as many children as possible. Some had scratches and bruises. All the survivors had deep psychological wounds that would take years to heal. In all, at least five died, most of them instantly. Rescue crews had trouble indentifying discrete body parts. School officials knew how many children should have been on the bus at that point of the route but weren't sure if they had accounted for all the passengers.
Benny's parents were among those who never had the consolation of burying their son's body in the family plot at Heavenly Peace Cemetery. They had to be content to hope that his body was among the remains that could not be identified and which were buried near a memorial that would be put up before the year was out. Benny had been the only child they had ever had, and they had loved him with all their hearts and strength. Life after Benny was sad and both suffered their loss deeply but with dignity.
They were nearly paralyzed with grief for months after the horrific accident. It was nearly a year before they could return even partially to the lives they were living before their tragedy. Just after the first anniversary, Benny appeared to his mother in a dream. He told her that he was well and happy and that he loved her and his father. The apparition was so vivid that his mom claimed that she could feel his presence. He asked them to be happy and to return as much as they could to their normal lives. A week later, he appeared to his father with a similar message. It wasn't until then that they could emerge from their deepest grief.
Benny's appearances in his parents' dreams were a turning point in his life. Until then, he wasn't sure if wanted to stay on Altland or go back to Earth. First, he would have to find a life for himself on this little world between the universes. It meant completing his education Altland-style and finding his place in the social and economic lives of the his new home. The parents assigned to raise him made sure he got the education he needed to live a happy life on Altland. It was Voltar who helped him find the work he was destined to do.
Voltar was an inter-universe trouble shooter. In the two Earth days that Benny was back home, Voltar used the time warps between the universes to travel to at least three different worlds that needed help defusing potentially explosive conflicts. In all three cases, this involved evacuating innocent beings from harm's way. He brought them all to Altland and then had to find them new worlds to inhabit.
His situation with Benny was different. Something about the quality of Benny's dreams, even as a 12-year-old, was brought to his attention by an intergalactic Council of Elders who wished to bring Benny's consciousness into the service of the multiverse. As Benny's guide, it was Voltar's task to free Benny's mind from his earthbound existence and prepare him for service to the multiverse. What happened along the way surprised even the sophisticated Voltar: he fell in love with the boy/man he was assigned to guide.
Because Benny's destiny was involved, the ageless Voltar became Benny's peer. He did not wish to impose himself on his new friend. He had to guide Benny to embrace willingly his life calling. He also wanted Benny's task to complement his own work. The best way to do that, Voltar thought, was to `grow up' alongside Benny. When Benny returned to Earth unexpectedly, Voltar was afraid he had lost Benny forever. But when he felt the excruciating call for help in the middle of the truck-bus collision, Voltar knew immediately that their lives were meant to be intertwined in every aspect.
With Benny starting his nineteenth year, as far as he could calculate, he was entering adulthood. He and Voltar had gown closer and closer over the years. With no other Earthlings on Altland, Benny was beginning to wonder where his relationship with Voltar was heading. For years he had thought about Voltar like a big brother. In the past few months he had begun to see his Ultarian friend as more than just a companion. He was beginning to have physical feelings toward him, including physical attractions he didn't know how to process.
Voltar was attractive in his own other-worldly way. He was a few inches taller than Benny and exuded a gentle strength in all he did. He had many human-like features but at the same time seemed different. Benny had only seen Voltar when clothed from neck to feet, so he could only guess at his physical attractiveness. Voltar had seen Benny in extreme physical distress, all the clothes burned off him. Benny wondered whether Voltar found him attractive. Benny had grown nearly six inches since he arrived on Altland. He knew he was strong, but despite the nutritious Altlander diet, Benny felt skinny, maybe even scrawny.
Unbeknown to Benny, Voltar found him very attractive indeed. Voltar wondered what Benny thought about him. Voltar had never uncovered his body in Benny's presence because he wasn't sure how Benny might react. Having been raised in a lighter gravity than Earth's, Voltar's body was wispier. His muscles, though strong, were less defined. Unlike Earth's mammals, Voltar was hairless. He wondered if that would put Benny off. Voltar found Benny's hair arousing for reasons he couldn't define. He longed to run his hands through the hair on Benny's head and wondered what other parts of his body might be hairy. What would it take to break the barrier bred of mutual respect that might allow them to explore each other's bodies?
Benny's human parents had been enlightened enough to tell him the basic facts of reproduction and he knew from regular masturbation what aroused him and made him feel good. He had no idea how, or even if, Voltar could experience such strong emotions. While loving, Voltar's demeanor had always seemed reserved. Benny thought it was probably something cultural.
One day during Altland's orientation toward its blue star, Benny, after getting ready for bed, was lying naked on his bed masturbating. He found himself fantasizing about Voltar. How he would like to hold him and be held by him. He wanted to put his hands under Voltar's clothes and let them wander all over his body. By then he was very hard and larger than he ever remembered, so he knew for sure that thoughts of Voltar aroused him. At that moment, Voltar walked into Benny's room. Benny's face turned scarlet with embarrassment, but for some reason he didn't stop stroking himself. Instead, he waved Voltar in and scrunched over and patted the bed to get Voltar to lie down.
Voltar had come to see Benny about something, but as he entered the house he felt a disturbance in the atmosphere coming from Benny's bedroom. It was not alarming as when Benny had called to him from the burning bus. Instead it was enticing and drew him toward it. Normally Voltar wouldn't barge in on his friend without making his presence known first. In this case, he was drawn by the feelings coming from Benny's room, and walked in without thinking about it. When he saw Benny naked on the bed, pulling on his big cock, Voltar was overcome with a wave of lust he had never experienced before. When Benny beckoned, Voltar found himself drawn to the bed. With the pat on the mattress, he found himself unable to resist and was quickly sprawled next to Benny.
For all the time they had known each other, Benny had always deferred to Voltar's greater strength and knowledge. For the first time, Benny realized it was time for him to take over and to guide his mentor. He took one of Voltar's hands and put it on his chest, moving it in a circular motion over his nipples and abdomen. Voltar found himself falling into a trance of sorts following Benny's lead. Benny drew him into himself and wrapped his arms around him. Benny found silent tears streaming from Voltar's eyes as he returned their first sexual embrace. Voltar whispered, `I have never been this close to another person. I am overcome with happiness.'
Benny hesitantly put his hand under Voltar's robes. When he met no resistance, he probed further until he felt Voltar's velvety skin. He rubbed slowly all over Voltar's body, enjoying this new intimacy. Benny pushed the robes apart and nuzzled into Voltar's neck. He felt a frisson travel down Voltar's body. Looking up he saw that Voltar had closed his eyes, and Benny softly pressed his lips to Voltar's lips. Voltar slowly opened his eyes and Benny gently inserted his tongue into Voltar's mouth. They slowly and gently sucked each other's tongues while rubbing each other all over. Benny reached down between Voltar's legs, not knowing what he might find and brushed across a very small member that jumped when his hand hit it. Benny took Voltar's hand and put it on his cock and moved it slowly up and down until Voltar got the idea and took over.
Voltar put his cheek on Benny's stomach facing his genitals. He was fascinated by the size of Benny's engorged penis. Benny gently pushed Voltar's head down until his lips reached the tip of Benny's cock. Voltar began kissing the tip and licking up all the lubricating pre-cum flowing out of the tip, while Benny moaned softly. Finally, Voltar took the young man's cock in his mouth and sucked on it. Benny guided Voltar's head with his hand until he reached just the right speed and rhythm. Benny's breath got faster and more irregular, and Voltar pulled off of Benny's cock and kept stroking it to see what would happen. Benny alternated between a low growl and a moan, raising his hips off the bed. `I'm coommming!' was all he could say before jets of thick, white boy cum splashed all over Voltar's face. Voltar looked startled as Benny started licking his up own ejaculate. When he was done, he slid down the bed, opened Voltar's robes, put Voltar's legs over his shoulders and began sucking on the smaller Ultarian cock. It may have been smaller, but it was warm, almost hot, and throbbing with desire. It wasn't long before Benny's oral ministrations produced a high-pitched wail from Voltar, whose legs were now wrapped tightly around Benny's neck. Voltar's cum was sweeter than Benny's saltier juice. It flowed in a continuous stream instead of in spurts, and Benny swallowed every drop of it.
After their breathing slowed, they ended up with Benny spooning Voltar with one of Benny's hairy legs draped over Voltar's smooth, velvety body. Benny gently licked Voltar's ear, until Voltar was squirming and giggling uncontrollably. They gradually settled down and fell asleep naked and intertwined. Benny woke up to Voltar's grinning face swooping down for a kiss. They lay there gently kissing and murmuring endearments to each other for hours.
What had started years earlier when Benny's dreams followed the beams of light out of his room, taking him with them, was now complete in the dreamy peace of love fulfilled. It was the beginning of two lifetimes full of the mutual love that flowed between them.