Now every man alive knows what that means and every man has probably imagined how he would react when he heard it. My reaction was of pure stunned ecstasy. Whereas April and I were not in love, there was definitely something there and I had no trouble imagining us making many babies together. "Well, you know what this means, don't you?" At here puzzled look, I smiled. "You got us pregnant, so now you are going to have to do the honorable thing and marry me."

The next morning I was practically floating on air. Somehow, during the brief time since her telling me that she was pregnant and breakfast, the entire station had somehow found out the truth. If you think the two of us had been the subject of jokes and good-natured ribbing when we were just having sex, then you can imagine how bad it was now.

We came into the communal dining room and it was "decorated" for some sort of party. Rolls of toilet paper were draped from the light fixtures and hand made signs hung from the wall with badly drawn pictures of pregnant women and storks. We were greeted with applause, which we took good-naturedly. The site cook brought a massive flapjack with congratulations written on it in syrup. Copious amounts of homemade alcohol also flowed so when I finally took my leave and returned to the lab, I was more than a little tipsy.

Before I had set out to frolic with April, I had set a series of blood samples in a special emulsion that was designed to separate any gender specific hormones. My idea was to see if these amazing creatures had the specific hormones of each gender or if some brand new types of hormones were present in what was essentially a whole new (old) species of creature. I had taken just a little longer than I had intended with April due to our conversation about marriage and babies and found that the blood samples had sat too long in the emulsion and had become completely unusable.

I decided to chunk the lot of samples and try again later. Now trying to safely dispose of biological samples when you are intoxicated is not the wisest of things and I knew this. However, these were simply blood samples that had already been tested for any dangerous pathogens, so I wasn't too concerned. I had taken all but the last of the Petrie dishes and placed them in the sterilizer when the accident happened.

I stumbled carrying the last dish and fell. The hand with the dish hit the floor and the dish shattered into hundreds of pieces. Several razor sharp chunks embedded themselves in my palm and my blood mixed with the blood of the specimens. Now had I been completely sober, I would have taken some precautions. Any contamination by a foreign object is supposed to be immediately reported to the medical team and notations made in the logs.

As drunk as I was, I simply cleaned up the mess, wiped off my hand and wrapped a bandage around it. I do vaguely recall making a mental note to see the nurse the next day, but mostly I remember wanting to go to bed because my head was spinning something horrible. So I wandered off to bed to sleep off one of the few drunks I have ever had.

Now have you ever heard the old saw about how the greatest of events starts with the simplest of actions? It is entirely possible that, had I gone to the nurse and gotten a simple broad spectrum antibiotic, none of the events that followed would have occurred. As it was, by the time I had stripped off my clothes and tumbled into my cot after brushing my teeth, it was already too late to have changed to the course of things to come. Deep inside of my body, cells that hadn't existed on this planet for millions of years were already at work and nothing on earth was going to stop them.

Chapter Three: Awakening ------------------------

I woke up the next afternoon feeling better than I had felt in years. During my early years, I had operated, ever so briefly, under the mistaken idea that I wanted to play ice hockey. My first game had cured me of that idea and left me with a dislocated kneecap. It had healed properly, but I had been left with a nagging pain that became even more pronounced in bad weather.

So needless to say, during my time in at the bottom of the world, I had been in a bit of pain. Since the storm had started raging outside, it had become even worse. I literally leaped out of bed with not a single ache. I felt incredible! Even my hand, which had been throbbing like hell the night before, felt better. When I unwrapped the makeshift bandage that I had put on it, I was amazed to see that it was almost completely healed.

I suppose this should have sounded warning bells, but my memories of the actual injury were fuzzy at best, so I just assumed I had imagined the injury to be much worse than it actually was. So after giving a very sleepy April a good morning kiss and grabbing some clean clothes, I headed for the communal showers to get cleaned up. When I got there, I could hear water running so I tossed my towel and shaving kit on the counter, stripped out of my thermals and stepped around the divider.

Barry was there and obviously just started his own shower because he was busy soaping up his body and didn't even notice me enter. Despite the fact that I had never had a homosexual thought in my entire life, I felt strangely intrigued by his actions. You know how most psychologists say that every one harbors some thoughts about doing it with the same sex some time in their lives? Well, I never had single one. Even though I remained a virgin until this trip, I had always been one hundred percent heterosexual. So this is said, why was I suddenly staring at Barry like he was suddenly playmate of the month?

As I stated at the beginning of this little story, Barry looks like someone you would see on a football field or a box of Wheaties. He was tall and had muscles everywhere. He was completely hairless and I wondered for a second if he shaved. I felt my gaze travel down his back and rest on his well-formed buttocks. I was fascinated by the way the water was trickling down between the cheeks and rolling off the very large ball sack that I could see dangling there.

Despite the sexual calisthenics of the night before, I felt myself getting a raging hard-on. Ordinarily, I would have been very embarrassed by this but now I felt perfectly relaxed with it and simply walked over to the showerhead next to Barry and started washing off. "Hey Doc, What's up?"

Barry seemed a little startled at my appearance and a quick glance downwards told me why. I also found my erection getting even harder at what I saw. Barry's very large cock was as hard as mine, and bright red in the way that only a cock that had been played with could be. Barry had obviously been masturbating when I had come up. This information only seemed to fuel my arousal.

"Not much, Barry. I was thinking about giving the ultra-sounds and X-rays another look today. I think there may some things that we missed the first go around." I wanted to see if any more details about what I had discovered could be seen, but I didn't want to reveal what I had discovered just yet. I had finished the rinse off and was starting to soap down as I was talking so I didn't notice the odd expression appear on Barry's face and the way that he seemed to be unconsciously sniffing the air as we talked. I did notice out of the corner of my eye that he had reached down and was lightly stroking his cock.

"Coolness, do you need any help with that?" He may have meant the pictures, but I was suddenly aware of how he was staring at my cock. Instead of being bothered by this like I should have been, I just shrugged and began soaping my own package. I also noticed how he had edged closer to me so that we were practically touching. Even over the running water and the steam, I was starting to notice a strong odor in the air. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, kind of like a strong animal musk. I was startled to realize that it was coming from me. I was even more startled when Barry reached out and wrapped his fingers around my cock.

Any objections I might have had were quelled by the incredible jolt of pleasure that ripped through my body when he did that. My cock seemed a thousand times more sensitive than it had just the night before. It seemed like it was wired directly into the pleasure centers of my brain. Instead of complaining, I just groaned and leaned forward against the wall as he stroked. Even through all of this, I kept studying his face as looks of confusion and pure lust warred on his face. He was panting and breathing deeply like he was trying to fill his lungs with the musky smell that was even stronger.

Suddenly it was like I was working on pure instinct. I whirled around and grabbed Barry with both hands. He seemed startled, but didn't stop fisting my shaft. I applied pressure to his shoulders ever so slightly and he willingly dropped to his knees. He looked up at me with a questioning look then seemed to understand what I wanted. He leaned in and took the head of my cock into his mouth and began to suck. Now even in my limited experience, it was obvious that he had never done this before. Instead of giving me a blowjob like April would have given, he simply kept the head in his mouth and sucked. Still, it felt wonderful and from the look on his face, Barry was definitely enjoying the feel and taste of it being in his mouth.

I let him do this for a couple of minutes and then I did the same thing that I had done with April during our first fuck. I released his shoulders and grabbed his head with both hands. With April I had been gentle and careful, making sure that she was willing, but I simply pulled Barry's head forward roughly and shoved my hips forward as hard as I could. Barry gulped and struggled for a brief second then relaxed completely. I groaned loud and long as I felt my cock slide completely into his mouth.

That was all it took to drive me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten and cum spewed out of me and into Barry's mouth. I was more than slightly surprised to hear him gulping eagerly, like it was the finest nectar ever made. Like April had done many times before, after I was finished cumming, he pulled slowly out and licked every single inch clean as it came out.

Now you would think after such an intense orgasm that I would have felt at least a little satiated, but I was feeling even hornier that I had when we started. Barry seemed even more dazed and confused than he had been before, but my mind seemed to be functioning in crystal clarity. With more strength than I thought I possessed, I grabbed his shoulders again and pulled him to his feet. He actually managed to grunt slightly as I spun him around and pressed him into the wall.

Water still poured over us as I shoved down with one hand making his butt stick out and up slightly. My other hand was already wrapped around my aching cock. Barry looked back over his shoulder and looked like he might want to object, but couldn't because of his loud panting.

I ignored the look and simply shoved the tip of my cock into his asshole. The tightness and the heat of it were incredible. Fucking April was a warm, slippery sensation. Barry's ass was slick enough, thanks to soap and water, but it was much tighter and hotter than her pussy and God, it felt incredible! Without even thinking about it, I snapped my hips forward and buried the entire length of my cock inside of his bowels. Our groans blended together as my balls slapped against his ass.

The smell of musk was practically overpowering now as I began to stroke in and out of his tight hole. Barry was groaning continuously and kept bending lower and lower to give me better access to his ass. He was grinding back against me just as hard as I was fucking into him. There was no real finesse to it, just primal rutting with flesh pounding against flesh. I was rapidly reaching the point of no return and wanted Barry to cum with me so I reached down underneath us and grabbed hold of his cock. The hot, slippery flesh felt really good in my hand and I started stroking it in the same rhythm as I was fucking him.

Suddenly, I jammed my cock into him as hard as I could and stroked his cock as fast as I could. We both came at exactly the same second. As I filled his bowels with cum, he spewed his load all over the wall. He went completely limp and would have fallen if I had not kept holding his hips. I felt this incredible need to stay connected to him as long as possible and stayed in that position until my cock had gone completely limp and slipped out of his asshole. When it did, I was astounded at the amount of sperm that started oozing out of the hole. Much more than there should have been.

After about a minute, Barry struggled to his feet. The musk was slowly starting to fade from the air and my senses seemed to be returning. So were his apparently, because he turned bright red and quickly left the room. I understood how he felt. Now that the heat of the moment was over with, I was puzzled over exactly what had happened and why. I definitely didn't feel like trying to hold a conversation with the man that I had just fucked the shit out of. With a dozen questions still on my mind, I finished washing up and headed towards my tiny lab.

By the time I reached the over sized closet that I called a lab, I was thinking much clearer. The adrenaline and endorphins were slowly fading from my system and my clinical mind was starting to work on exactly what had happened and why. I sat down and called up all the information that I currently had and pondered it.

Admittedly, my resources were limited, but I could find nothing that could have possibly caused what had happened. All of the old science fiction movies I had ever seen about alien viruses taking over humans flashed through my head. I had eaten them up as a child, loving how some strange virus or mutagen changed people into aliens or horrible monsters. A part of me, that was still that kid, wondered if something similar was happening now.

Now logically speaking, I knew that this was impossible. Viruses need living hosts to survive and thrive. Human tissue crystallizes when frozen, destroying it. This is why we have never managed to successfully freeze any living creature and resurrect them. Even if some strange viruses had existed 3 million years ago, they would have all been destroyed when the specimens had been frozen.

Scientifically speaking, this wasn't a hundred percent certainty, but it was close enough that I put it aside as a possibility, at least for the moment. Having eliminated that for the moment, I brought up my notes on the laptop and studied them. The only real differences in the bodies from modern man besides the obvious physical differences were a series of hormones that had no parallel in modern man's biology. I didn't have an exact number, but there were at least a half dozen that I couldn't identify.