Chapter 1
An Alaskan Rescue

As it turned out, our flight to Alaska was very uneventful. Cloaked, the ship made good time through fairly calm air as we worked our way across the continent to the west coast. Circling Oregon's Mt. Hood, we turned toward the northwest and followed the Pacific coast in the direction of Alaska. About 3 pm, we reached the northern end of the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of British Columbia.

After only a little searching, we found the perfect location from which to stage our raid on the military base at Mount Argus, hidden as it was among the islands of Alaska's Alexander Archipelago. We knew that was where the hybrids were being held. We could even sense that there were three of them there. We just didn't know in what condition we would find them or how many of them would want to return with us. We felt sure they had been the subject of genetic experiments by the military scientists stationed there for that purpose. Visions of the Nazi experiments on prisoners during World War II flashed through my mind and I had trouble banishing them from my thoughts as our destination came into sight.

Adrien set the ship down in a little cove on the northern coast of Graham Island in a clearing behind a little headland. Virgin spruce and fir trees ringed the clearing with rocky outcroppings visible in the distance. Shield fern was thick in the space between the trees. It was plain that this spot was rarely, if ever, visited by any local residents of the island even before the alien invasion. Now, it was only part of the scenic wilderness that had always been much of British Columbia.

Even if the military swept the area with radar, they would only pick up the headland and never realize that there was anything behind it. Then, too, our cloaking device should keep us hidden from any prying eyes.

Here we were planning to mount an attack on an American military installation on an Alaskan island from a Canadian island. Just how much our world had changed in the last two years was summed up in the fact that we were now, in essence, invading America from Canada. The irony of it was somehow funny. For a brief moment, I laughed to myself and then turned to more pressing matters.

Once the ship was secure, I gathered my little band together and looked from one to the other before speaking to them as a group. We couldn't afford any slip-ups and I needed to be sure that they all understood the gravity of our mission.

The six of us huddled just aft of the bridge. Adrien made some chairs come up from out of the floor for them to sit in while I stood there looking at the group.

"We know that there are three hybrids being held here and can sense six other human life forms at the Mount Argus site," I told the others. "The hybrids are isolated here away from the main military facility which is further north here in Alaska. My guess is that they are keeping them here in case any of the diseases that they are infecting them with might be toxic to humans. They don't want to infect their whole base."

I brought up a map of the island on the main viewing screen. Temno Island had been named by the Russians when Alaska belonged to them. The map even showed the Russian name below the English one. As I read 'темно-остров', Alexey read my thoughts and moved closer to the console to see the outline of the island on the map. Then, he thought to me that 'temno' was the Russian word for 'dark'.

"OK, Guys. Temno Island sure fits this place. Alexey tells me that 'temno' means 'dark' in Russian. Mount Argus is an old NORAD radar listening post from the cold war days. It originally consisted of a concrete block-house with a large radar antenna that was mounted on its eastern side. Of course, much of it was actually underground for defensive purposes. Additionally, that made it easier to heat and maintain in the cold Alaskan winters. Once we were confronted with an alien invasion, that gave it a new purpose," I continued to explain to the guys as they looked intently at the image on the screen.

Besides the concrete main building, the view screen also showed that now there was a low frame building to the north of the block-house that I could sense housed the lab where the hybrids were subjected to whatever horrors were being rationalized as 'medical experiments'.

We also could see that a helicopter pad on the south side of the main concrete building completed the facilities at the Mount Argus installation.

"See this frame building to the north of the block-house? That's our real target. If we can get in there, we will just have to confront one, maybe two, scientists and then can go directly to the hybrids and see what condition they are in and if they want to come with us," I explained.

"What if they are contagious? How are we going to know that?" asked a worried looking AJ.

"Without ever touching them, I should be able to sense that when I communicate with them," explained Adrien. "I will know if something is wrong, don't worry," he added.

"We need to wait until night to try to get to them," I added. "At that time, most of the military personnel should be off duty and asleep. That will make it easier for Adrien to contact them and let them know that we are coming to get them without alerting their captors. In the meantime, we'll monitor their activities to ensure that we're right about what we think they'll be doing. Okay, guys. Any questions?"

Heads shook to let me know that they had none.

"Okay, then. Go do something to relax for a few hours, take a nap, read, play games, or whatever. We'll all have plenty to keep us busy tonight," I concluded. "I'm going outside and take a quick look around. I'll be back in a few minutes," I added as I opened the hatch and climbed down into the damp grass of the site where we had landed.

I had thought that one or more of the others would have decided to join me, but for once they all seemed to want to stay in the ship.

I circled our craft once and then walked the short distance to the trees. I had never been in anything like the rich green tapestry that surrounded us. All I could think of was how fascinating the multitude of ferns were.

Soon I was shielded from the ship and alone there among the ferns. Finally it was my turn to have some privacy to take care of business. I unzipped my pants, lowered my boxers, and grabbed my cock. I began to stroke and beat it like a madman needing a release of tension. All the excitement and stimulation that I had had in the last few hours was overloading my sexual senses. I desperately needed a release. My clenched fingers flew up and down my rod, making a smacking sound as my hand collided with my abdomen and balls.

I doubt that it took three minutes of wild stroking before a massive wave of pleasure flooded over me. I shot three big globs of boy juice onto the forest floor followed by several smaller spurts. Then I just stood there breathing heavily and shaking slightly in the silent humid coolness of the Canadian wilderness. Finally, I pulled up my underwear and zipped up my pants. Then I took in a couple of deep breaths of the cool humid air. Just how good that felt, I couldn't even begin to tell you. Slowly and reluctantly I walked back to the ship.

When I entered the ship, I could tell that Adrien had just made contact with at least one of the hybrids imprisoned on the island and was talking with him. Unashamedly, I listened to their conversation.

I'm Adrien, I heard his voice say. Like you, I'm a hybrid, but from a different series. We are nearby and would like to get you out of there and off the island, that is if you want to leave.

Leave, yes, leave. We would give anything to leave, I heard a weak voice answer him.

I sense that there are three of you. Is that correct? Adrien continued.

Yes, that is all we are now. The others have died, came the reply.

Adrien and I looked at one another across the bridge of the ship. A shudder passed through each of us as we thought about what had happened at this place.

This is Derrik. Adrien and I are friends. I'm human but have the power to read minds so I'm not like most humans. I'm among those humans that want to help get you out of there. I explained. Then I hesitated for a moment to let that sink in before adding, In what kind of physical shape are you? Do you think that you could walk outside to our ship when we free you or would you need help?

There was a short pause before the response came back Outside??? We have never been outside. Yes, we can walk if freed from our cages. We have been made to run on what our captors call a 'treadmill' to keep us healthy for their experiments. We can walk.

Would you know if you are contagious to humans or other hybrids? I asked.

What is 'contagious?' I do not know this word, came the reply.

It means can a human or another hybrid become sick from anything that they have infected you with during their experiments? thought Adrien to the imprisoned hybrid.

No, I don't think so. The people who are our captors would not be around us without protective clothing as they are now doing if contact with us would make them sick, answered the hybrid.

Pass the word to the others. We will be there tonight to get you out of there. Try to hold on until then, I thought back to him.

The others have been listening to our conversation. We all agree that we would like to go with you, was the reply.

Those Army bastards, I thought to myself. How could they justify using human/alien hybrids as guinea pigs?

I saw Adrien looking at me and nodding his head in agreement. Night could not come too soon for us. No living thing deserved being subjected to the Hell that must be that lab.

***

Mark Gordon, looked over his test subjects and sighed. At least once a day he regretted ever having taken that Army scholarship to go to Med School at Vanderbilt. How was he to know that he would end up here in this armpit of the world running experiments on these human/alien hybrids that were the equivalent of 'lab rats'. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would ever be doing this.

Mark was originally from a small town in Tennessee. His father worked as a clerk at the county courthouse while his mother taught school. Help going to college was something that he desperately needed if he was ever going to be a doctor, so when the Army came knocking, he had said yes to their offer. Being assigned to a base outside of Anchorage after graduation wasn't all that bad. It was only when he found out about what went on at Mount Argus that he was truly stunned by what the military was doing.

The outbreak of the alien invasion had found him at the Temno Island facility for training. Now, almost two years later, he was stuck there helping the resident doctor whose job it was to experiment on these alien hybrids. He cursed the fact that he was unable to leave but knew that he was fortunate to be alive at all. The fact that they had recently made an important breakthrough was the only thing that made it all worthwhile.

Mark was now 29 and stood about six feet [1.80 m] tall with sandy brown hair. In his youth he had run track and was on his high school swim team. He still retained a swimmer's build and prided himself on still tipping the scales at a lean 160 lbs [73 kg].

Tonight was his night to sleep in the small office in the lab building to make sure that nothing happened to the hybrids during the night. At least he could read or watch a DVD on the TV from his bunk in the office. If something went wrong, all he had to do was call Dr. Smith on the intercom.

His older colleague had been stationed on the island for several years before his own arrival. It was he who was really in charge of the experiments. Mark was just his reluctant helper. In fact, there were times that turned his stomach, when he was forced to watch. If there had been any way to get the poor hybrids off the island, he would have gladly done so as an act of mercy.

***

This time of the year it only took a few hours for the sun to set. Darkness now bathed our surroundings in deep shadow. We decided that Adrien and I should go in first. If everything was all right and we had hybrids wanting to go with us, we would signal Alexey and he would land the ship on the base's helicopter pad. We would only have a few minutes to get the hybrids on the ship and get the hell out of there before the Army woke up and came after us, but with our mini-cloakers, we should be able to make it. However, we all knew that there was no margin for error.

Adrien maneuvered the ship to a position just off the western edge of the island where a large forested hill blocked the view from the base. He caused the ship to hover over the water. Next, we opened the hatch and inflated a rubber raft that we had picked up in our last trip to that big sporting goods store in Florida.

Adrien then gave the ship's controls to Alexey. Earlier, while we had waited for darkness to fall, the two of them had linked minds so that Alexey had now absorbed almost all that the other hybrid had learned about flying the alien space craft.

The two of us climbed into the raft and paddled in the direction of the shore. As the salt spray hit me in the face, I found myself thinking that this was definitely not the time for me to decide that I didn't like boating. I could hear Adrien laughing to himself beside me in the raft. He was becoming more human all the time.

It wasn't long before we reached the shore. In the waning moonlight, we had landed on a rocky beach near a small point of land on the western side of the island. The place was ideal for our purposes as it was completely shielded by the dark green of a grove of old growth fir trees. It was clear that the name 'dark' fit the place perfectly.

Carefully, we hid our raft under some fronds that we cut for that purpose. Even though we were fairly sure that almost all of the military personnel on the island would be sound asleep at this hour, we knew that they would have at least one guard monitoring the perimeter of their installation. Even then, he would be doing that from a computer screen deep within the complex and only half awake while he did it. After all, they were isolated out here on this remote island.

Cautiously, we worked our way to the point where the woods ended and a cleared strip about fifty yards [45 meters] wide surrounded the base.

Adrien and I found that there was a paved walkway just beyond the cleared area that surrounded the concrete blockhouse which constituted the main part of Mount Argus. Of course, we knew that the majority of the installation was underground and bigger than it appeared from above ground.

With our mini-cloakers operating and each of us carrying a shotgun and a pistol (again courtesy of one of the Florida sporting goods stores), we felt ready for anything. Still, we hoped that we wouldn't have to find out if that was true or not. Certainly, neither of us wanted to have to shoot anyone.

The door to the lab building was not locked. The building had been designed to be a 'pre-fab' barracks so there was a small room on one side as we entered that was marked 'Office' that was no doubt intended to be the sergeant's room. Across the small hallway was another door marked 'Laboratory'. Damn those Army guys. Leave it to them to identify everything for you, I thought to myself. What kind of security is that?

Cautiously, Adrien opened the door to the office. There on the bunk was a young man in his late twenties who appeared to be a doctor or at least a 'med-tech'. I nudged him awake with the barrel of my gun.

He came awake with a start, looking at the two of us holding guns on him. Our strobe lights made it hard for him to see either of us. We could both tell that he was scared shitless. We could tell that, in his mind, he was frantically looking for the radio to signal for help from the main facility. Reading his mind, Adrien smashed it with the barrel of his gun and that took care of that. We could tell that he was smart enough not to try to rush us.

"Are you a doctor?" I demanded in my best adult sounding voice.

Still wide-eyed, he nodded that he was.

We needed to confirm what the imprisoned hybrid had told us just in case he was wrong. "We know that you have three hybrids in this building. Are any of them contagious to humans? Answer truthfully because you're going to be touching all three in about five seconds!" I barked at him.

"No, none of them are contagious to humans," he answered, with his heart racing.

"Are they contagious in any way to each other?" I added.

He looked perplexed. I could tell that no one ever asked that question before. To these military types, we were most likely just talking about two-legged lab rats.

"Not, that I know of," he answered hesitantly.

"What is the purpose of your research?" I then asked.

"We're trying to find something that will infect the aliens so that they will die if they catch it. That's the simplest way that I can explain it to you," he said cautiously, as his eyes adjusted to the half-light of the small office.

I was stunned and just stood there for a moment. I didn't want to use human/alien hybrids as guinea pigs, yet I would have done almost anything to help him find that disease.

Adrien then asked, "Have you found anything yet?"

The young doctor hesitated a moment and then said softly, "Yes, we think that we have found what we have been searching for during the past two years. We tested a virus and before we realized what we had, it killed off two of the five test subjects that we had here. We thought that we could contain it, but we couldn't. We were forced to isolate the remaining three hybrids out here just to keep them alive."

Then he added, "I'm not the lead scientist here. I got stuck on this damn island and was forced to assist Dr. Smith who is in charge of the hybrid research project. I can't answer a lot of your questions about the program because he hasn't been willing to fill in the background for me. I would do anything to get out of here," he confessed.

This just gets worse all the time, I thought to myself.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm Mark Gordon, Dr. Mark Gordon, I'm really just a medical doctor and not a scientist," he replied.

"Ok, Mark Gordon, we want to rescue your hybrids. Let's see what we can do to make that happen," I said, while still pointing the gun at his midsection. Then I motioned for him to get up.

The young doctor got up from the bed and got dressed, then put on his lab coat before we turned toward the door, and the three of us headed out into the laboratory.

There were six fairly large metal cages in two rows of three we could see as well as sense three hybrids in them. To avoid arousing anyone, we moved about using only the dim strobe lights that we had brought with us.

"Unlock the cages!" I demanded of Dr. Gordon. He fumbled for the keys and then swiftly opened the locks on the first two cages containing the hybrids.

In the dim light, I could see that the first two were not much different from Adrien when we first found him. Both had those big black eyes and pale, almost white, skin. I was startled to see that one was male while the other was obviously female, but figured that I should have expected to encounter a female hybrid at some point or another.

However, it was the third cage that brought us up short. The hybrid imprisoned there was not a hybrid between a human and the alien race that we had once thought to be our friends. This one must have been a cross between the alien race that wanted us for food and human DNA. While his body looked human enough, his head was more like that of an insect than a human being. It was triangular with two large compound eyes. Instead of a mouth, there was some form of proboscis in the center of its face. There were two short antennae that protruded from its hairless head. I couldn't seem to make mental contact with him either. By any Earth standards this was truly a monster.

"What the hell is this?" I stuttered, stunned by what I was seeing.

"This is a hybrid with the other alien race. Don't get too close to the cage, it's not friendly to humans and will attack you, if you get too close," explained Dr. Gordon.

Then he added, "You can rescue the first two. They are friendly enough, but this one would kill you or die trying."

Shit, I thought to myself, why didn't we ever think of hybrids with the other alien race?

I looked at an equally wide-eyed Adrien and thought to him We're going to have to leave him. There's no way that we can take him with us. We came to rescue friendly hybrids being imprisoned against their will, not ones that want to kill us.

Unfortunately, what you say is true, he responded telepathically.

I turned back to young Dr. Gordon and said, "If you want to help us free these two, you can come with us. If you don't we'll tie you up and leave you so that you don't get into trouble with the other military personnel that are stationed here. Which one is it going to be?"

Without hesitation, Mark replied, "I'm going with you. Anything is better than this damn place."

Adrien had been listening and thought to Alexey, Bring the ship over to the helicopter pad. We're coming out with three to board along with us.

We'll be there in five minutes, Alexey confirmed.

With our mini-cloakers again shielding us from prying eyes, we each helped one of the hybrids out of the lab building and over to the helo pad. The extra cloaker that we had brought was put on Mark Gordon. Without hesitation, he took his medical bag and a knapsack full of prescription bottles and supplies and followed us out of the building.

Adrien signaled Alexey not to uncloak the ship as it landed. With our special glasses, we could see the ship just fine. Mark was more than a little startled to see the ship, but when we opened the door and motioned him inside, he shrugged and hurriedly entered. We followed and secured the door. Alexey had chairs for us emerge from the floor while AJ and Jimmy helped the newcomers strap in for the ride home. I could sense that all of those aboard the ship were surprised to see the young doctor coming with us.

"This is Dr. Mark Gordon. We're rescuing him along with the aliens. We'll explain everything to you on the way back," I said.

Without sounding the alarm, the ship rose quickly gaining altitude over the island. Then, we turned to the southeast and headed for home.

Chapter 2
The 'Alaskans' Meet Paradise Island

As we crossed the continent in the direction of The Bahamas, I thought ahead to Ian and asked him to get some of the others to help him get the former manager's house at the smaller colony on our island ready to receive our new arrivals. (So far, we had not had a need for it, but that was about to change.) This had originally been the residence of the manager or maybe even the owner of the complex that now housed our smaller, clothed colony. I also needed him to ask Rebecca to stand by to help us. After all, I had no idea what Dr. Gordon's reaction would be, if we suddenly surrounded him with twenty naked boys and girls. Besides, we needed a place where the newly liberated hybrids could acclimate to freedom as well as the good doctor.

Then I thought of Jimmy; I could see the disappointed look on his face. Suddenly, I remembered that I had promised to find his friend, Randy, on this trip west. The trouble was that Randy had not been at Mount Argus when we freed the hybrids.

I turned to Mark Gordon, who sat wide-eyed and motionless on one of the chairs that Alexey had caused to rise out of the floor of the ship for us to use on our trip back east. I sensed that he was struggling to remain calm. It occurred to me that traveling in a space ship was probably a lot more than he had bargained for when he said that he wanted to go with us.

Trying to help him remain calm and get him to deal with the situation, I spoke to him in a low, even voice, "Dr. Gordon, we captured this space craft from the aliens. There are several human-alien hybrids that are part of our colony in The Bahamas. We have modified a lot of alien technology to meet our needs, including cloaking devices for our island home as well as for this space craft and ones that we can use individually like the one that you used when we left the island. We are perfectly safe."

I could see Mark take a couple of deep breaths as he processed what I had said. Then I followed up with, "There was a human boy named Randy that's a friend of Jimmy here. We thought that he was on the same island as the hybrids and you. What happened to him?"

"Randy, oh you mean that kid that they brought down from the Anchorage base. He had caught a cold and Dr. Smith wanted to see what would happen if the hybrids were exposed to it. Yes, he was at Mount Argus for a few days, but he was sent back to the main base just yesterday. We completed using him for the experiment that Smith was running."

Crap! I thought to myself. We just missed him. Jimmy's going to be devastated.

Sure enough, Jimmy let out a cry of pain and began to cry. Gordon was startled and didn't understand what was happening.

I took Jimmy in my arms and let him cry it out with his head on my shoulder.

Looking at Mark, I explained, "Randy is Jimmy's friend. We were hoping to liberate him along with the hybrids. I guess that we'll just have to look for another way to make that happen."

Once Jimmy stopped crying, I went back to questioning the young doctor.

"You said that you had found a disease that was fatal to the aliens. How did you propose to infect them without getting your base wiped out in the process?" I asked.

"I'm not sure how the brass were going to do that. Dr. Smith wouldn't tell me any more than he thought that I needed to know, and that wasn't much," he answered.

Then he volunteered, "I overheard some talk one day that made me think that they wanted to plant it on some things that the aliens would take back to their mothership. If they did that, the virus would do the trick on its own. However, I don't know for sure if that's what they actually did, or were going to do, or not."

"Okay, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens next out of Alaska," I reasoned out loud still looking at the young doctor.

Changing the subject, I said, "Mark, we could really use someone with your experience in our colony. We don't have anyone with any real medical knowledge. I'm asking you to stay with us for a while and see if you like it or not. If you decide that you don't want to remain with us, I promise that we'll take you wherever you want to go."

"That's fair," said Mark.

"In the meantime, we need you to get the two hybrids that we liberated acclimated to being free and healthy. Adrien and I discussed this between ourselves before we left the island and thought that, if we gave them some of his blood, it might give them the immunities that they are currently lacking. He's from the Epsilon series of hybrids while the ones that we liberated are from the Sigma series. As far as we know, the only difference is the fact that the Sigma series was bred without natural immunities so that they could be used as guinea pigs for medical experiments. If a transfusion works, they will no longer catch any disease that just happens along," I explained.

The young doctor thought a moment before responding and then said, "Yes, that should work. I had been trying to think of something that would do that for them, but I didn't have access to any other hybrids that had normal immunities from whom I could take blood for such an experiment. Even if I had somehow succeeded in doing that, I wasn't sure that my superiors at the base wouldn't have just killed them as no longer being useful for the experiments that they wanted to conduct."

Cold! I thought to myself. That was just plain cold. How could they be so callous when it came to life that was at least partially human?

"We'll be landing shortly. We're going to set you up with these two at a house next to our smaller colony on the island. That way they, and you, can have some privacy until you are comfortable with our lifestyle. Rebecca will be meeting us when we land. She's only a few years younger than you and can function as a sort of nurse for you as well as continue to run the smaller of our two colonies," I explained.

Mark laughed softly and said, "Rebecca's a real twenty something woman? That'll be a treat. I haven't seen a real woman for the past two years that I've been stuck on that damned island. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be alive, but I was never planning on becoming a monk either."

Then, the look on his face changed and I could tell that he was sorrowful about something. There was a long pause before he finally looked at me and said, "I only hope Alph and Delta can forgive what I was forced to do to them by Dr. Smith. I'm only glad that the worst of his experiments were over before I came to the island."

"Alph and Delta? Are those the hybrids' names?" I asked questioningly.

"Yes, he's 'Alpha' and she's 'Delta'. The two that died were 'Beta' and 'Gamma.' 'Epsilon' is the one that we couldn't take with us due to his hostility toward humans," explained Mark.

Moments later, Adrien began to slow the space craft in preparation for our landing at the island. Almost hovering, he slowly descended to the beach near the smaller colony and the house that had been prepared for Dr. Mark Gordon, and Alph and Delta, the new alien hybrids that we had liberated. In my mind, I knew that it was going to be a big adjustment for the three of them.

***

The former manager's house at the smaller colony was one of those long, low so-called modernistic structures with big windows that faced the beach. Like all of the older kids, Rebecca figured that it had probably been built as a luxury retreat for a rich American. After living there for a while, the owner had built the nearby bed and breakfast complex that was now our smaller group's home. The house itself had a low-slung hipped roof and a generous amount of rock walls and terracing. As she got it ready for the new arrivals, she thought that whoever built it had evidently admired the work of Frank Lloyd Wright. That was because it reminded her of one of the houses that he had designed that she had once visited with her folks when they had gone to Springfield, Illinois, to see her mom's aunt years before.

Rebecca didn't know how to react to Ian's message. A young doctor was actually coming to the colony! Someone her own age, not just another kid, would be living right here in the manager's house. Quickly and efficiently she prepared the bed in the master bedroom and made sure that things were dusted and that everything was in working order for his arrival.

There were two other bedrooms in the house, but she had been asked only to make up one of them for the two hybrids to share. That bedroom had two twin beds and would be able to easily accommodate the two of them, at least for the time being.

Next she made sure that the kitchen was ready to be used as an operating room, if needed. Since it had a large 'island' in its center, it could easily function as one, if one of the hybrids were sick or needed medical attention. Only the medical supplies need be added to the room, but the doctor would have to say what he wanted when it came to these.

Then she took up a post near the big window that overlooked the beach. What was his name? Oh yes, Dr. Gordon, Mark Gordon, she reminded herself as she waited for the ship to land.

***

It was the middle of the afternoon when Adrien landed the ship near the former manager's house. It took all of us helping Alph and Delta, the new hybrids, to get them up to the house and inside. They had never in their lives been outside before and, even with Adrien and Alexey thinking reassuring thoughts to them, they were not prepared for the bright light of the tropics. When a bird chirped loudly, they almost panicked. At first, we didn't know what to make of it, but then it dawned on us that they had probably never seen, let alone heard, a bird before.

Fortunately, we got them into the house with only a few of Rebecca's brood there to see them. Just as fortunately, none of the kids from the other colony had yet made it over to where we had landed. I had not had time to explain to Mark and the hybrids about the nudity and our lifestyle. At least, I had to gage his reaction before we sprang it on him.

We helped Alph and Delta into the beds that Rebecca had waiting for them. They seemed to be exhausted just from the walk up from the ship. I turned to Mark and asked, "Why are they so weak? They don't look any different from the other hybrids when we first encountered them."

"Dr. Smith was running an experiment with anemia when you arrived. He had deliberately caused them to become anemic. I can correct that in a few days with the proper foods and medications. However, I think that giving them a transfusion of the other hybrid's blood will do as much for them as anything else. We ought to do that as soon as they rest up a bit," explained Mark.

"Ok, let me get together with Adrien, Ian, and Alexey and see which of them would be the best fit as a blood donor for our new friends," I explained.

Then I figured that I should go ahead and tell him about how we lived here on the island. After all, if he was going to be living with us, sooner or later, he was going to see a lot of nudity with little to hide the fact that they had more than a passing interest in each other's bodies.

"Mark, there's something more that I need to tell you about our colony. Actually, we have two settlements here. The one in which you are presently located is not all that different from any other town or resort that you might find along the American Gulf Coast before the alien invasion. However, the bigger settlement down the beach is composed of those of us who prefer to go nude as much as possible. If you live here in this settlement, you're expected to wear at least a minimum of clothing much as you would do if you were living or vacationing back home. However, if you live in the other colony, you have to be willing to accept the fact that most of those living there will be naked all or most of the time. How do you feel about that?" I asked.

Mark looked at me and thought for a moment and then said, "I have nothing against going naked, particularly in a climate like this. I grew up skinny-dipping with my school friends and cousins in the ponds and creeks around my hometown in Tennessee. Living here, I'll probably want to go around in just some shorts and a tee shirt when I'm not wearing my medico-greens, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to go nude for any length of time. I guess that means that I'll be living here at this end of the island. I hope that's all right."

"That's fine. Now, there's just one other thing. A lot of the boys have struck up sexual relationships with each other. No one is forced to do anything that they don't want to do and no one is taking advantage of anyone in the process. Are you also comfortable with that?" I asked probing his mind to make sure that whatever he said was the truth.

"I've been a doctor long enough to know that a lot of boys and young men go through a stage when they would prefer sex with another man or boy. Heck, I even went through that phase myself when I was a young teenager. Some boys will always want that type of relationship while others will evolve into bisexual or heterosexual relationships. In the environment that you have here, I can see why boy-on-boy sex would predominate. I can respect those choices, so long as no one is forced into it by someone else," replied Mark.

"That's fine. We can all live with that," I responded, glad to learn that Mark didn't have any hang-ups about our lifestyle here on the island.

"Why don't you settle in here and check on your patients when they wake up. You might also want to see what else you would like to have in the way of medical supplies. You can see what we already have and then make up a list of things that we need to get for you. Is that all right with you?" I asked.

"Yes, that's fine with me. Frankly, I could probably use a little nap myself. After all, it was the middle of the night when you showed up at the base," replied Mark.

***

Alph lay on the bed and felt the unfamiliar softness of the pillow and the cotton sheets. Plantation shutters and antique silk draperies provided shade from the tropical sunlight that entered through the room's large window, bathing the light beige walls with a soft dappled light. The room itself was comfortably cool, but not cold, so that the sheet that was pulled up to his shoulders was enough for him to be comfortable as he lay there taking in his surroundings.

The room was about 18 ft [5.5 m] square with two twin-beds, a dresser, and a chest of drawers, with a carved chair and a night-stand completing the furnishings. Unbeknownst to Alph, the furniture was composed of inlaid Henredon pieces while the chair was Indonesian mahogany carved in the Chippendale style. This had been the former wealthy owner's guest room, but the hybrid had only known cages and pallets or mattresses on the floor before being brought to the island. In his mind, he could only think of what his captors must have meant when he had heard them use the word palace.

Delta stirred on the other bed. They were a couple, although the military had never quite understood that. He could see that she was resting on a bed similar to his own. He still felt weak from what the old doctor had called anemia. He had heard Mark Gordon tell that young human with the telepathic powers that he could clear that up in a few days with the proper food and medications.

What was that one's name? Didn't I hear him called Derrik? were the thoughts that crossed his mind. Then he laid his head back against the pillow and, in no time, was sleeping peacefully for the first time in a very, very long time.

***

I left Mark to settle in and returned to the ship. Adrien, Alexey, Jimmy, AJ, and Josiah were waiting for me. We all scrambled aboard and took off. In reality, it only took a couple of minutes to maneuver the ship over to its usual landing place nearer to our settlement at the other end of the island.

Leaving the group of travelers to greet those who had come down to the landing place, I hurried to my own room. I needed a shower and a chance to clear my head. Discussing with Adrien about the best combination of blood to give to Alph and Delta so that they would be immune from ordinary germs and diseases would have to wait for an hour or so. All of us needed to clean up, unwind, and check in with those that we had left behind before the Alaska trip.

I turned on the water and adjusted the knobs to get the right temperature. Then, I stripped off my travel clothes and stepped into the warm water. I just stood there letting it cascade over my nude body. Just being naked felt so much better than wearing clothes. The thought crossed my mind that I was fast becoming a true nudist.

Then, I heard the bathroom door open and looked up to see Aiden standing there. Just the sight of his naked twelve-year-old body made my cock move to full erection. I smiled at him and said, "Hey there guy, want to join me?"

Without answering, he slowly walked toward me and entered the water. His arms circled me as he pressed his body against mine, pressing my hard cock against his belly. Then he looked up at my face. As before, our lips met with a bit of tongue sliding around them. This kiss was long and became more passionate the longer it lasted. Our hands caressed each other's body.

Mine found his perfect tight buns and held onto them. This time, he didn't pull away but responded by kneading my own. I could feel only a slight hesitation as he pressed his body even closer to my own. Then he slowly moved up and down so that my cock was being stroked by the smooth firmness of his body. Suddenly, I realized that he was masturbating me using only the firmness of his body to do it.

I had never experienced anything like that before. It was stimulating in a strange new way that was terribly exciting and satisfying without involving him sucking on my cock. I could sense that, in his mind, this was his way of giving me pleasure and still holding back from sucking me off like he had been forced to do when he was in captivity. My arms wrapped around him holding him tight as he moved up and down caressing my penis with his body. Then, I exploded, shooting cum all over his chest and belly.

Aiden pulled away slowly and laughed as he rubbed the cum across his young body. He licked his fingers and then wiped more from his chest. Reaching up, he offered some of my own cum to me. I, in turn, licked his fingers and pulled him closer to me. Our lips met again. This time it was a kiss of nothing but pure, romantic love.

I whispered in his ear, "I love you, Aiden."

He squeezed me even tighter as he answered, "I love you too, Derrik."

"Do you want me to do you?" I asked, as I gave his penis a little squeeze.

He nodded and I slid down until my mouth found his three-inch [8 cm] rock-hard boner. Slowly, lovingly, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft with my teeth just barely touching the smooth surface.

Aiden's breath was ragged and I could feel his heart racing as I increased my pace. It seemed like only moments before he convulsed with his own orgasm.

***

As Jimmy left the ship, he was still hurt by the fact that they had not been able to free his friend, Randy. The twins, Cody and Cole, had come down to see the ship land. Standing there, they could see that he needed something to pull him out of his funk. The boys came up on either side of him and put their arms around him in a big naked group hug. Even as down as he was, Jimmy couldn't help but feel that they cared about him whereas, only days before, he had felt that even surrounded by people he was effectively alone on the island.

"Come on Jimmy; let's go over to our place. We want to cheer you up, don't we Cole?" said Cody smiling mischievously at his brother.

"We sure do!" echoed the other boy, again with that same sly grin on his face.

Something told Jimmy that this was the time to find out what it would be like to see what 'fun' was when it involved twins.

He followed the boys up from the beach to their room. He had not been there before and did not realize until he was in the room that their shower was one of those that was designed for handicapped access so that there was no lip on it at floor level. There was just a drain in the floor with the shower head and controls projecting from the tile wall in a corner of the bath room. While this provided convenient access for anyone with any handicap, it also meant that water could go anywhere in the bathroom, depending on how the one using it directed the water.

"This is big enough for the three of us, don't you think?" Cole asked Jimmy. Cody could see Jimmy's face in the bathroom mirror and smiled back at him as his brother spoke.

"That would be nice," Jimmy replied. Then he grinned knowingly at the other boys.

He lost no time in stripping off the clothes that he had worn on the trip. As he stripped, he looked closely at the twins comparing them to see if he could find any differences between them. Their well-defined abs coupled with those firm shoulders and arms gave them both a young Adonis look. Their nicely rounded butts and slim backs and well-defined legs only added to the effect. The only difference that he could detect in them was the fact that Cole's navel seemed to be set a little deeper than his brother's. Of course, their prominent abs kept most people from noticing that detail of their inviting anatomies.

The boys knew that Jimmy was looking them over and smiled at each other. It wasn't the first time that people had done that. Even at their young age, it was something that they had come to expect. After all, identical twins seemed to draw that sort of attention.

As he entered the shower Jimmy was between the two brothers. Unconsciously, he reached out and ran his hands down the curve of the other boys' backs and across their firm inviting butt cheeks. They in turn responded by each running a hand up his sides stopping at his dime-sized nipples. These they circled with their index fingers as Jimmy's heart raced and his breath became irregular.

All three boys had those rock hard erections that can only be that hard among horny boys in puberty. Laughing, the twins ran out of the shower and grabbed towels and began to dry their hard young bodies. Jimmy followed them out of the shower and took a towel and began to dry his own equally inviting body.

Barely dry, Cole and Cody went into the bedroom motioning Jimmy to follow them. Cole sat down on the edge of the big bed and began to massage his hard penis, running his hand up and down the shaft. Jimmy stood there for a moment and then went down on his knees. Cole reached out with his other hand and stroked Jimmy's upper arm for a moment before circling his neck massaging it as he went. Slowly, he pulled him down toward the waiting throbbing cock-head. Jimmy's eyes glazed as his lips made contact and circled the glans. Without hesitation, he began to suck the waiting organ.

Cole slid back onto the bed so that Jimmy was bending over him enjoying giving his friend a really good blow job. Cody was behind him. He ran one hand down the young actor's back and then squeezed his left butt cheek with the other. Soon both hands were on Jimmy's butt as he himself continued to suck on Cole's cock. Cody ran the tip of his hard penis against the boy's hole. There was a momentary clenching of his butt muscles as he realized what the twin who was behind him intended. Then he reached around with his hands so that one was on Cody's cock and the other was softly massaging his balls. Jimmy sensed what it was that Cody wanted and suddenly realized that he wanted it too. The twin slowly slipped the head of his penis into the other boy's hole and gently proceeded to work his way fully into him.

Jimmy had never before experienced giving a blow job while getting fucked up the butt at the same time. At first, he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not. Then, pleasure consumed him and all of the tensions of the past few days disappeared as he was lost in boy-on-boy sex.

***

Adrien hurried to his bungalow to find Carry. The short time that he had been gone was really more than he wanted to be away from her in her advanced stage of pregnancy. He opened the door and entered their living area calling out her name. There was no response. He hesitated and slowly turned back toward the door thinking at first that she was elsewhere in the complex. Then he heard it. At first, he was not sure, but then the sound came again.

"Adrien, is that you? I need you. Help me!" he heard the soft sound of Carry's voice coming from the direction of the bathroom. The pain in her voice was obvious.

He ran to the bathroom and pushed open the closed door. There was Carry lying on the floor in a puddle of what looked like water mixed with blood. Her water had broken and she was in labor!

Chapter 3
Our First Hybrid Baby Arrives

I was just finishing my shower with Aiden when Adrien's panic-stricken mental voice filled my head. I had never before received such strong, all consuming thoughts from one of my hybrid friends. Every fiber of my being was instantly focused on his message. In fact, it was so intense that my head actually hurt as I received his message.

Derrik, I need you. I need help. Carry has gone into labor. I found her collapsed in a pool of blood and water on the bathroom floor at our place, came the anguished cry.

I knew instantly that this was no ordinary birth. Something was wrong. I thought back to him, I'll get Dr. Gordon and Rebecca. At least we now have a real doctor that can take charge of a delivery and deal with anything that needs medical training. Can you bring Carry up to the main house to your lab? It would be better to have the delivery there.

Yes, I think that I can get her up there, but hurry, I don't know how long she was in labor before I found her and, Derrik, she doesn't look good. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her, replied Adrien, his mental voice cracking in pain with his last sentence.

I turned to Aiden and said, "Carry's about to have her baby. I need you to go to Adrien's lab and make sure that it's ready for the delivery. Can you do that for me?"

A wide-eyed Aiden stood there in the shower confused for a moment and then shook his head, clearing away the last of the sexual thoughts that had dominated his thinking for the last few minutes.

"Yes, I can do that," he replied and hurried to get a towel with which to dry himself.

Next, I projected my thoughts to Rebecca, who was with some of the smaller children in her compound. Rebecca, it's Derrik, I thought to her.

I could feel her jerk up as my unfamiliar way of communication both shocked and surprised her. Unfortunately, this was not something that she had experienced before.

"Derrik, is that really you?" she asked, fighting off disbelief. Only the fact that she knew that the hybrids and I could communicate telepathically kept her from total panic.

Yes, it's me. I need your help. Carry has gone into labor. Adrien thinks something is wrong. Please go over to the old manager's house and find Dr. Gordon. You may have to wake him. Tell him that we need him as soon as he can get up to this end of the island. We're going to need you, too. Come with him. He hasn't been over here yet and we don't have time for him to lose his way finding us. Use that golf cart that we recharged for you to use getting around the island.

"I'll be on my way just as soon as I can get Alicia and Phil to watch over the younger kids," was her response.

***

Mark liked the luxury that he found in the big master bedroom at the former owner's house. Like the guest room where the two hybrids were now resting, this room had the same Henredon furnishings, only this room boasted a big king-sized bed.

When he was still studying medicine, he had made friends with a fellow resident from Nashville and had once visited his home in one of the affluent suburbs of that city. What he saw now reminded him of what he had seen during that visit. For a second, he thought, If Mom and Dad could only see me now, and then he was sad remembering that now they most likely were dead.

He needed a shower before a much-needed nap. Finding the oversized tiled shower with its clear glass doors, he turned on the water and worked to find just the right temperature. Then, he stripped off the clothes that he had been wearing when they left Alaska.

The gilt-framed floor to ceiling mirror in the bathroom was another one of those details that whispered 'luxury.' Mark stood in front of it naked and liked what he saw. At six feet [1.80 m] tall with well-muscled shoulders and chest, he knew that he looked good. For a man of twenty-nine, his abs were still well defined from hours spent in the gym back at Mount Argus. (After all, there wasn't much else to do there after work.) His chest was covered with light curly hair that matched the ash blond color of the short, equally curly hair on his head. A treasure trail found its way from his navel to the closely trimmed pubic bush that topped his three inch [8 cm] flaccid penis and hanging ball sack. Lean, muscular legs revealed that he was also a runner.

Mark smiled at his reflection. Then, he got under the shower and stood there letting the warm water cascade over his naked body. He took a bar of soap and began to wash himself enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom flew open. He was startled to see a young woman in her twenties standing there gawking at his nakedness. It was obvious to him that she liked what she saw and was in no hurry to turn away.

In spite of the situation, Mark found himself staring back at the woman. He hadn't seen a real woman in two years. This one was about 5 ft 4 [1.60 m] tall with a fair complexion and ash blond hair. She had a slim yet feminine body with nice breasts that were obvious beneath the tee shirt and shorts that she was wearing.

Realizing that they were both staring, Mark sputtered and covered his package with the hand that was holding the wash cloth.

"Don't you knock?" he stammered at her.

Rebecca had not realized that she was staring at the young doctor. She hadn't seen another adult for too long and, frankly, had never seen a naked man before. The fact that he was also a handsome, well-built naked man just added to the experience.

"I'm sorry. I knocked, but you couldn't hear me for the shower. I'm Rebecca. I'm sort of in charge of this end of the island. We need you to dress and come quickly. Carry has gone into labor and is having some sort of problem. She needs a real doctor to deliver her baby," she replied, with her face turning red. "I'll just go wait in the other room if it's OK with you and we can go over to the other side of the island together. They're going to need both of us."

"Yes, please do that. Just give me a minute to dry off and get dressed," answered Mark as he turned back toward the shower and began rinsing off the lather that covered much of his body. I hope I can remember my obstetrics, he thought to himself.

***

Adrien managed to get Carry to his lab. The work table in the middle of the room was bare of books and papers that had been piled up there and was now draped with a clean white sheet. Aiden had run into AJ on his way to the lab. Once the older boy knew what was happening, the two of them had gone to the lab and cleared off the table and gotten things ready for the delivery.

I was the next to arrive. It was apparent that Carry was in labor and really looked both pale and weak. All I could do was try to calm Adrien by projecting my thoughts to him, working to reassure him that everything would be alright (and hoping that he would not detect my own concern that this might not be true.)

Five minutes later, Rebecca and Mark arrived. Fortunately, we had been keeping that golf cart that we had found in a shed behind the old manager's house ready for emergency transportation between the two colonies.

Mark was wearing medical greens that gave all present reassurance that at least someone in the room knew what was happening. Even better, the young doctor seemed to sense Carry's condition as soon as he saw the paleness and agony that pretty well summed up her status at the moment. The fact that she was having shortness of breath was a clue that something was wrong.

After he examined her, he pulled Adrien, Rebecca, and me to one side and explained, "I believe that Carry has an amniotic fluid embolism. Some of the amniotic fluid most likely has entered her bloodstream. We need to deliver the baby as soon as possible."

Adrien turned almost as white as when we had first found him back at that abandoned military site. I thought that he might actually faint. I put my arm around him and eased him into a chair for his own safety.

"Do whatever you have to do," he said softly, pain obvious in his voice.

***

What followed was something that I don't ever want to re-live. Mark delivered the baby with Rebecca acting as his nurse. It looked and acted like any other newborn that I had ever seen except that it had large solid green eyes that were like big marbles. Fortunately, the young doctor had brought his medical bag with him when we left Alaska, but it was still an old fashioned delivery right out of the 19th century.

It was also apparent that Mark didn't have the modern advanced medical equipment and supplies to help Carry through the delivery. In true 19th century style it was obvious that she could die in childbirth if something wasn't done and done quickly.

As soon as that thought crossed Dr. Gordon's mind a cry of anguish and despair went up from Adrien. "I'll heal her," he yelled.

I knew that he couldn't do that without killing himself in the process and, even then, there was no assurance that his efforts would succeed, now that he was more human than alien. That would be no better than letting her die. I stopped him halfway to the delivery table and took him in my arms. As I was holding him, he broke down crying on my shoulder. With tears flowing from those big, alien eyes, the door to the lab opened. Ian and Alexey, the other hybrids, stood there.

"We've been reading your thoughts and want to help," explained Ian. "We think that if the two of us heal her together, then it will not cause either one of us to overextend ourselves and you will not have to sacrifice yourself."

"Let us do that for you," added Alexey. "It's the least that we can do after all that you have done for us."

Slowly, the two of them walked over to Carry's inert form and placed their hands on her midsection. Then they each took in deep breaths and closed their eyes as they concentrated on the young woman on the table. There was a faint glow from their hands and it was done. There followed a long silent pause when everybody in the room seemed to be holding their breath.

Then Carry opened her eyes and smiled at the two hybrids that had just saved her life. She turned in the direction of Adrien and reached out a hand to him. In a low voice she asked, "How's our son? Let me see him."

Rebecca had washed the baby, diapered him, and wrapped him in a thin baby blanket. She had been holding him while the two hybrids had healed his mother. She walked over to the table and held the baby down for his mother to see him.

Unconsciously, we all breathed easier. Things were going to be alright after all.

Chapter 4
Sex with the Doctor

It's been a month since Carry had her baby. Little Michael is doing fine although there are evidently some differences in what's normal for a human/alien-hybrid baby and what's normal for an ordinary Earthling baby.

The main thing that caught everybody by surprise is the fact that the newborn aged more quickly than an ordinary human baby will do. After the first thirty days, the little thing was about four times his birth weight and seemed a lot more alert than you might ordinarily expect of a month old baby. At times, I even got the feeling that he was learning just by watching us. Fortunately, the other hybrids here reassure us that this is 'normal' from what they can recall of other human/alien-hybrid births that they had seen when they were in captivity.

At any rate, Adrien is behaving like any other new father alternating between hovering attentively over the new mother and their baby and concentrating on work in his lab. Carry is the one that seems to be calm no matter what. She provides the reassurance that Adrien needs right now so that he can work.

Rebecca and Mark are finding a mutual interest in each other. As I watch them, I feel sure that something is blossoming there that will end up with them being a couple in the very near future. However, with Mark not having been near a woman in two years, I doubt that he can keep himself from having sex with another person for very long.

Cody and Cole have bonded with Jimmy. What had been a couple is now a threesome. They seem to be completely inseparable. They are spending a lot of their time having teen boy-on-boy sex. At least they are all happy. I still wish that I could find Randy, Jimmy's friend, but what impact that would have on the threesome is now the unknown.

Alph and Delta, the hybrid couple that we rescued from that military post in Alaska are looking better every day since Mark corrected their diet and we gave them injections of blood from the other hybrids. (Just to be safe, we decided to give them some blood from each of the other hybrids. Evidently, this blood 'cocktail' was just what they needed.)

The first chance I get, I want to talk to Mark about my own concern. Here I am, now fifteen years old, and not a hair below my head. I remember from those group showers in gym class back in school that all of the boys had hair 'down there' by the time they were fifteen. What the heck's the matter with me?

***

We have let Alph and Delta touch everyone that they can so that they could become more human. I guess that they acquire characteristics from all of the people with whom they bond just like humans inherit characteristics from their parents. Hybrids evidently do the same when they make contact with other people. Maybe the hybrid blood and gaining immunities also has something to do with it. Alph is looking more human by the day. You can now see that his muscles are beginning to be defined and his complexion, while still on the pale side, is now just a little darker than that of a normal Earthling redhead. He also is beginning to grow hair on his head that seems to be dark brown in color. I saw him naked the other day at the beach and envied him the shadow of pubic hair that I could see above his 3in. [7.5 cm] dangling penis. His eyes are still alien eyes but they are hazel-colored which gives him somehow a more Earthly look. As it turns out, he is very studious and has been working with Adrien in the lab. The plus side of this is that it gives Adrien more time to spend with Carry and baby Michael and not feel that he is somehow neglecting his work.

Delta is helping Rebecca and Carry with the babies and small children. She's relishing the work. I don't know what she got from touching everyone, but it seems to have brought out her motherly instincts. Like Alph, she has become more human also growing dark brown hair on her head with her body becoming more feminine. Of course, it's the fact that she is obviously growing breasts that has intrigued everyone.

Mark had a talk with them the other day and was startled to learn that there would never be any children of their own. Unbeknownst to everyone, they share the same DNA. I guess that technically makes them brother and sister but it seems that the hybrids can't reproduce with each other if they share the same DNA. They are born sexless and, as we learned earlier, have to choose to be male or female. One chose to be male while the other chose to be female. They can love each other and have sex with each other, but they can't reproduce. I realize that's strange, but it seems to be true. Mark said that it was just like the way that some trees and shrubs cannot fertilize themselves, so it was with hybrids that are biologically related.

***

It was now a couple of days later and I had arranged to meet Mark at the former owner's house on the other end of the island. I had a problem of my own to discuss with him and didn't want any of the others wandering into the room while I laid it out for the doctor. I loved our extended family, but there were still times when a little privacy was needed and so often unavailable in our little colony.

I walked up to the low-slung modernistic house and was wondering if I should knock when the big front door opened. Mark stood there smiling, welcoming me with a big smile and a handshake.

"Derrik, it's good to see you. I saw you coming up the beach. Come on into the house and tell me why you need to see a doctor," he said as he led me back to his 'office'.

As it had turned out, there was an actual office in the house that Mark had converted for his use as a combined office and examining room. It must have been used by the former owner for his own business needs. There was a big desk and computer station with a couple of chairs and some bookcases that made it both efficient and not overly crowded with furnishings. What had once been a work table had been draped with a white sheet and now served as an examining table. Additionally, there was a door to a bathroom that connected with one of the house's three bedrooms.

Mark took a seat behind the desk and motioned for me to sit in one of the guest (now patient) chairs in front of it.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Mark, there's nothing wrong with me that I can tell. It's just, well, just that I have a problem because I don't have something," I stammered with a flush of embarrassment apparent on my face.

"I think that you had better explain that one," he replied with a quizzical look on his face.

"I'm fifteen and don't have a hair anywhere on my body below my head. When I was in school, the other boys that were fifteen all had hair above and around their penis. I know because we used to take group showers after gym class. Most even had some hair under their arms and on their faces. I just want to know if there is something wrong with me," I explained, as I looked everywhere but at the young doctor's face in my nervousness.

Mark thought for a moment before responding. "It's rare, but now and then a boy can reach your present age and still not have any pubic hair," he replied in a calm even tone of voice. "Why don't you get undressed and let me examine you?"

I stood up and peeled my tee shirt over my head and draped it over the chair in front of me. Then I kicked off my deck shoes as I undid the knee length shorts that I was wearing. I was going commando and was only wearing this much since I was at the end of the island where they wore clothes. I turned and stood there facing Mark.

He had gotten up from behind the desk and come around to where I was standing. He stood there only inches from me. Slowly, he looked me up and down. Then, he reached out and ran his hand over my midsection and let it slowly move down until it was exploring the area around my penis and balls. I felt my breath becoming ragged as he felt my body in places that had before only known my own or another person's touch during sex.

I knew that he was just trying to determine if there was any evidence of hair growth there, but unconsciously, I responded to his touch. No matter that I didn't want it to happen; my penis began to get hard. It only took a minute or so for me to become fully erect. I stood there with my five inch [12½ cm] boner rock hard from the young doctor's touch. It vibrated in anticipation of further stimulation.

Although Mark had made it clear in an earlier conversation that he liked girls, it was obvious that his own organ had become erect and was straining against the fabric of the hospital greens that he wore.

He caught me looking down at the image of his hard penis pressed against his pants. Now it was his turn to flush with embarrassment.

"I'm not being very professional, am I," Mark said. "I haven't been with another person, man or woman, for two years. There was no one at Mount Argus with whom I had sex. I'll admit that I have an interest in Rebecca, but it's too early in our relationship for sex. Seeing you naked just now was just too much for me not to react. I can only apologize for my behavior."

"That's OK," I responded. "I know that I'm no doctor, but I think that you're just having a normal reaction. I remember reading somewhere about 'situational homosexuality'. Most likely you're just responding to me because you're horny and there are no women available in your life. You know that I like boys. As a matter of fact, I think you're hot."

Mark blushed in embarrassment and looked down at his erection. I hesitated and then reached out my hand and slowly began to stroke his hard member through the soft cotton of his hospital pants. I half expected him to push me away, but he didn't. There was just a low moan as I continued to rub up and down his shaft through the fabric.

I used my other hand to untie the drawstring of his pants and then pushed them down letting his five inch [12½ cm] penis spring into view. Like me, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Slowly, I went down on my knees and moved closer to his throbbing dickhead.

Mark seemed to be frozen to the spot. I opened my mouth and used my tongue to lick the source of his manhood. His eyes seemed to be glazed as his breath came in sharp intakes that let me know that he was fully into what I was doing.

"I haven't had anyone even touch me, let alone hug me, in two years. You can't imagine how much that I have wanted to feel someone, anyone, just once again. I wasn't made to live a solitary life," he muttered softly under his breath.

I pushed up his hospital shirt as he took it by the sides and slipped it up and over his head. Then, he flung it to one side and using both hands pulled me close to him so that our bodies were pressed against each other. His lips found mine and there followed one of the most intense kisses that I had ever experienced.

There was only one problem. His body hair was tickling me. I guess that I should have just ignored it, but I figured that it would be more fun to get rid of it, if he was willing.

As we continued feeling each other, I asked, "How would you feel about getting rid of your own body hair? I'm sorry, but it's tickling me."

"I hadn't thought much about it," Mark admitted. He hesitated and thought for a minute before responding with, "You can shave me, if you want. I haven't done that since I was in college, but getting shaved was a complete 'turn on' for me back then and would be now. Like I said, I haven't had anyone touch me in two years. Shaving me would be the ultimate in human contact. How do you want to do it?" he asked.

"Get up on the examining table and lie down while I get some things from the bathroom," I answered.

When I came back with some soap, a shaving mug of warm water, and a damp towel, Mark was lying naked face up on the examining table. His penis was still hard and sticking straight up at a right angle from his well-muscled body.

I took my time looking at his hard body letting my hand continue to massage his penis while I took in the male beauty that awaited my razor. I could see that his pubic bush had been closely trimmed while his five inch [12½ cm] erect penis and hanging ball-sac both had hair on them. He had a happy trail that ran from his pubic bush up to his naval and then much more obviously, a fair stand of hair on his chest. Even with his arms lowered, I could see wisps of hair there.

Telepathically, I could sense that he was slightly nervous about the razor. I brought over the bar of soap and using water from the shaving mug lathered Mark's body with it. The white of the soap made him look almost like he was dressed. The young doctor laughed as the thought crossed his mind.

***

To Mark, the razor felt really nice on his skin. He let himself relax and began to remember the time that he and one of the football players who had lived next door to him in the dorm back at Vanderbilt had shaved each other in the shower late one night after both had been drinking. That had ended up with some really good sex as he recalled.

Mark felt the razor work its way through the hair on his chest and under his arms. Derrik's hands used the warm water and the towel to sponge off those areas before moving on to his package. Then, he felt Derrik's hand gently grasp the end of his penis and work his finger along the end of the throbbing, engorged organ. Slowly and carefully, the razor worked its way through his closely trimmed pubic bush until there was nothing left of it. Then, again, he felt the warm, moistness of the towel as it removed any traces of soap.

He had forgotten how nice the hairless sensation could be. In fact, it seemed to Mark as though his penis had never had hair around it. He could feel the difference as his smooth bare skin tingled from the air.

***

Once more, I ran my hand over Mark's now smooth rippled body making sure that I had not missed any hair while shaving him. With one hand I circled a nipple and felt the intake of his breath as my fingers closed down on the eraser-like hardness of its tip. I leaned over his prostrate form and kissed him gently on the lips. Then, I worked my way down his body to his erect hairless penis and enveloped the glans with my mouth. Slowly, I sucked on his organ taking more and more of it into my mouth. Mark's body arched away from the table as his penis responded to stimulation from something other than his own hand for the first time in a very long time.

His orgasm was perhaps the most intense that he had ever had. I couldn't take it all. There was just too much cum. His organ slipped from my already full mouth so that the remaining two or three bursts splashed across my chest followed by at least four shorter ones.

"That was wonderful!" Mark exclaimed, breathing hard. Then, he reached up and pulled me down toward him. What followed was a passionate kiss on my lips while he used both hands to clutch my butt cheeks.

"Let me do you," he added, as he sat up and motioned for me to take his place on the table. For a guy who said that he preferred women, Mark left no doubts that he knew how to have sex with another guy.

***

Among the other things that were found in the former owner's house, where Mark now lived, was a good supply of liquor. The old guy most likely had entertained clients in the house as well as family. To say that the house's liquor cabinet contained 'the good stuff' was an understatement.

Mark had finished dressing and stood in front of the desk in his office and poured himself 'two-fingers' of vintage Jack Daniels bourbon. He stood there and sipped the amber liquid no doubt thinking to himself how good it tasted. Suddenly, he remembered something and called out to me.

"Derrik, you originally came to me for medical advice, not for sex, no matter how wonderful that turned out to be."

I came through the door from the bathroom still pulling my tee shirt over my head. I had just finished washing up and dressing after the great sex that we had had together.

"Yes, I would still like to know why I don't have any body hair at fifteen," I responded.

"Didn't you tell me that the aliens gave you your telepathic powers? You didn't have anything like that before then, did you?" he asked.

"No, I didn't have any telepathic ability at all before then," I replied.

"I can't find any evidence of hair follicles anywhere on your body below your head. Even if you were still waiting for the onset of puberty, you would have some evidence of hair. You would probably call it 'fuzz' if you saw it on another boy or girl, but it would still be there. It's just speculation on my part, but when the aliens gave you your telepathic powers, it looks like it took away your ability to grow body hair. I know that sounds strange, but it's the only explanation that makes sense."

"You mean that I'm always going to be completely smooth like I am now?" I asked, shocked by what he was telling me.

"Yes, I think so," he responded. "Otherwise there would be evidence of hair that had not yet matured, but you're completely bare of any hair. Additionally, we both know that you're completely capable of sex so it's not like you haven't reached puberty. The only conclusion that I can reach is that there was a cost involved in receiving the aliens' gift. I hope that you don't think that it was too great of a cost," he concluded.

I stood there for a minute pondering what he was saying. If being able to communicate telepathically means that I'll never have body hair, then so be it. Heck, I'd probably just have shaved it off anyway, I thought to myself.

I walked over to Mark and put my arm around him and gave him a little hug and then let my finger trail through the bourbon in his glass. Then, I licked it and said, "I guess that I can live with that."

Turning to him, I made a face and said, "I don't see what people see in liquor. It tastes like medicine to me."

Chapter 5
The Alien Attack on Cecil's Island

A few days later, Mark, Adrien, Rebecca, and I walked into the remains of the once-elegant lobby of one of the major resort hotels on Paradise Island. We had ridden over cloaked on the ATV to see what we could salvage from their stores rather than make the longer trip to the mainland.

The four of us stood there gazing at what was once a really nice, upscale hotel. Much of the upper part of the building had been destroyed by alien weapons, but the ground floor extension that contained the lobby, restaurant and administrative offices seemed to be relatively undamaged. Carefully, we picked our way across the debris that now littered the entrance area and entered the deserted lobby. Unfortunately, the alien attack and one of the hurricanes had blown most of the windows out and bits of glass littered the floor. Now, what few sea birds still remained on the island were finding new places to roost among its tattered elegance. Still, enough of it remained to show that it was once a grand room.

"Mark, why don't you and Rebecca look for the hotel's infirmary and see what you can salvage from their medical supplies that might be useful to us. Adrien and I will check out their restaurant's storeroom," I said.

"That works for me," replied the young doctor. "I see a sign over on that far wall that indicates that there is an infirmary down that hallway to the right." With his weapon at the ready, Mark and Rebecca set off in that direction while Adrien and I went in the opposite.

Fortunately, we had flashlights with us as we went down the dark hallway. We moved guardedly in case we encountered anything that might be dangerous. Coming to a cross hall, we saw a sign that said, among other things, 'kitchen' and we headed in that direction.

In short order, we came to what was once a first-class commercial kitchen. After two years, most of the odor from rotting food was now gone so that it was no longer challenging to be in a place that once held fresh food. Sure enough, a large storeroom opened off one side of the kitchen.

Carefully, we opened the door and found that the stores were untouched. Since the door had remained closed and the room had no windows, none of the island's wildlife had been able to get at the contents of the room.

I looked at the rows of stores on the shelves and noticed that a few of the cans were sort of bent out of shape like they had exploded from within. I picked up one of the cans and happened to read the expiration date stamped on its side. It was almost a year ago! It was then that it dawned on me that we should have been thinking about expiration dates on canned goods and other foodstuffs as we scavenged for things that we could eat. We were just lucky that we hadn't eaten anything thus far and gotten sick from it.

Adrien, I thought to him, some of these stores have passed their expiration dates. We've got to check the dates on what we take back to our people. You can get sick from eating food that has been in cans past its expiration date.

I wasn't aware of that limitation on canned goods, came the reply. However, it makes sense, if your canning process is subject to that restriction on its ability to preserve food over time, he responded.

***

Mark and Rebecca had no trouble finding the hotel's infirmary. Unfortunately, someone had already raided it for 'hard drugs' and left things in somewhat of a mess. Nevertheless, a lot of routine medical supplies remained in cases and on the shelves untouched and still in their sealed boxes.

The two of them found a gurney and loaded it up with things that they could use back at the colony. It wasn't long before they had a full cart and started back to the lobby to meet the others.

As they emerged into the big room, Derrik and Adrien were already waiting for them there. Both Mark and Rebecca were surprised to see that they had not brought anything with them from the kitchen stores.

***

"Hey, Doc," I hollered in Mark's direction. "We're going to need your help identifying which stores we can take back with us."

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"We've been forgetting about the expiration date on canned goods and after two years, that's starting to become an issue. A few of the cans in the hotel's storeroom have already exploded. You need to look at the stores and tell us what still can and cannot safely be used for food."

"When we get back, we also need to sit down and discuss what we need to do to secure our food supply. Otherwise, eventually we're going to run out of food and that's going to happen sooner than we'd like to admit," I explained.

***

Cecil Blount was a happy Afro-Bahamian fisherman. After three days of catching only small fish, he had had good luck fishing off the shore of the little island where he lived with Mariah, his wife, and their two boys and three other families. He looked at the big grouper that he had landed and thought about how good it would taste when she cooked it for their supper. In fact, there would be enough for the whole village to share.

He turned his small fishing boat back in the direction of the village. He was glad that they had that former R.A.F. gasoline storage tank on their island. At least they still had plenty of gasoline for his boat's engine, but he knew that the day would eventually come when they would run out of that precious fuel. Well, as a boy he had grown up without it and still knew how to row a boat and fish without worrying about getting too far from land, if it came to that.

Cecil was one of those Bahamians who was of pure African descent. His father had told him that the plantation on which their family had once served as slaves two centuries earlier was that of a man who considered breeding with his slaves to be a sin for a Christian. As a result, there were no slave girls there who had children fathered by their white owner nor by anyone who worked for him. Once slavery was abolished, their family had remained true to its roots and did not marry any but others of African blood.

As a result, Cecil's skin was the color of old mahogany. His body rippled with the muscles developed from hard work. Now going on forty, he stood six feet [1.80 m] tall with firm, pronounced pecs and hard shoulders and arms with well-developed biceps. Shirtless, like he was at the moment, his well-defined abs testified to the fact that he remained in good shape. In his youth he had enjoyed wrestling and weight lifting at the high school on New Providence where he had studied. These days, when he moved, it was with the grace and ease of a panther slipping through the jungle. If you had met him, you would have known that he was not a man with whom to be trifled.

With his hand on the tiller, Cecil looked off in the direction of his island and thought of his wife and how good it would feel to have her legs wrapped around his body later that evening. Then, he thought of his two boys and wondered what they were doing at this time of day.

***

The boys had finished helping Mariah weed the vegetable garden beside their whitewashed cottage. She inspected their work. The okra, tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions were all doing well. Her potato vines were green and lush. Even her two lemon trees looked like they would soon be having fruit. Satisfied, she told them that they could go to the nearby beach for a swim.

Gil and Char (short for Gilbert and Charlton) ran down the path from their small house to the beach. The day was warm with the water breaking gently on the white sand in an inviting manner. The boys pulled off their only garments, cotton shorts that had seen better days, and headed toward the water.

Gil was now twelve while Char, his younger brother, was ten and a half. Both had those slim muscular bodies typical of many boys their age. With their African heritage both boys had broad noses and large lips inherited from their West African ancestors along with the dark brown pigmentation of their skin. Closely cropped kinky black hair topped their heads. Each had two and a half inch [6 cm] penises above closely held ball sacks.

They splashed and frolicked in the water squealing as first one and then the other scored a direct hit with a handful of warm surf. Soon, however, they tired of splashing and looked questioningly at each other trying to think what they wanted to do next.

Gil looked at his brother sheepishly and said, "Dere es one thing dat we can do. You know wat dat es."

In response, Char moved slowly through the surf until he was standing very close to his brother. Then, he reached out his hand and closed it around the shaft of the older boy's submerged penis. Wordlessly, he began to run his hand up and down its smooth brown surface.

"Es dis wat you mean?" he asked smiling mischievously at his brother.

Gil sucked in his breath before replying, "Dat es jus what I mean."

In response, he began to rub Char's own now-rock hard organ. The two boys stood there in the waist high water enjoying the pleasures of boy on boy sex as the surf rolled over them. It wasn't long before they also shared mutual dry orgasms. Swim time was always fun for the brothers, particularly since they had discovered sex.

***

Adrien set the cloaked ship down on the island at the end of the old World War II abandoned runway that was nearest the whitewashed cottage by the sea. Before the alien invasion, that airstrip had brought fishermen from America who hired Cecil and others who lived on the island to take them out to deep sea fish. Since the invasion, it had remained abandoned until now.

As we looked out from the ship's bridge, we could see two boys playing in the surf of the beach just beyond the pier. In the distance, Adrien and I could make out a fishing boat headed our way.

"Derrik, I think that we'd better wait for the boat to dock before we uncloak" advised the hybrid from his position in the pilot's seat.

"Yes," I answered. "We don't want them to panic when they see this alien ship. In fact, it might be best if I went out cloaked and then uncloaked when the fisherman gets within hailing distance."

"You're right. That would make sense," responded Adrien. "After all, we want to make friends with them, not scare them to death with our first contact."

***

Cecil maneuvered the port side of his boat alongside the pier and cast his mooring line over a bollard. Quickly and efficiently he secured his small craft. Silently, he thanked the hotel chain that had provided the boat to use for fishing charters. It had meant a lot to their survival these past two years. Then, he turned in the direction of his two boys.

By now, they were whooping and hollering at their father as they ran naked down the beach to the pier. When they got there they ran out onto the pier and hugged their father around his waist.

"See dis big fish I have here? We gonna eat well tonight," he told them as he first hugged them and then patted them on their heads.

As the three of them stood there on the pier, I uncloaked about ten feet away from them. Hopefully, they would realize that I was human just like them.

"Hello," I said. "Please don't be afraid. I'm Derrik from over on Paradise Island. I'm human just like you. I just wanted to introduce myself."

There was dead silence as the two boys stood there naked, clutching their father's legs. Cecil was trying to remain calm for his children's sake. Yet, I could sense that he was also trying to figure out where the nearest weapon was that he could use if I proved to be hostile.

I put my hands up and said, "I'm unarmed. We have a colony over on Paradise Island where there are about thirty of us. We have been able to adapt some of the aliens' technology so that we are hidden from them. We were hoping that we could talk to you about how you are surviving here on your island. None of us are originally from these islands and we need to learn more about the best ways of growing things and fishing if we are going to survive."

Cecil struggled to regain his composure as he listened. He looked down at the scared, naked boys and said, "Settle down. He's only a young man. Let me see wat he got to say. Go find your shorts and tell your Mama dat we have a visitor. Go on now."

Without any further urging, the two boys took off running down the beach. They grabbed their shorts and continued in the direction of their home still carrying their clothes in their hands.

Turing back to me, Cecil asked, "How you get here?"

"I came in an alien ship that we stole from them. If it's alright, I'll have Adrien, he's the pilot, uncloak it for a minute so that you can see it. It's parked up on the edge of the old runway, but you can't see it at the moment," I explained, hoping that I wouldn't cause him to panic.

"You not kidding me? You got one of their ships and it's sitting up there on the old runway? Man, dis I gotta see."

Taking that as a 'yes,' I mentally signaled to Adrien to uncloak.

As the ship came into view, Cecil sucked in his breath and his eyes got wider than they already were. I could sense that he was struggling to remain calm and hoping that I was as friendly as I was saying.

***

I stood there talking with Cecil trying to keep him calm and to accept the fact that I was human and meant him no harm. I couldn't blame him for doubting me. After all, everything that he had seen in the sky in the past two years had brought nothing but death and destruction. How he and the rest of this little band of Bahamians had even managed to survive at all was a story that I wanted to hear.

Then, it happened. There was that loud, low-pitched squealing sound of something crashing to earth. We could see a trail of smoke and flame as an alien ship plunged out of the sky toward the island. A deafening explosion followed as it hit the ground at the other end of the island's old runway. Fortunately, as it turned out, it was just an auxiliary fuel tank that had broken away from the main craft that had exploded. The ship itself had crash landed but was relatively intact.

Nevertheless, the explosion was strong enough to knock Cecil and me off our feet. We lay there in the sand, stunned. We shook our heads trying to clear our heads. In the distance, two of the white, big-eyed aliens staggered from the wreckage of their ship. At that moment, what appeared to be a beam of light caught the first alien. There was a hissing sound not unlike that when raw meat hits a hot griddle followed by a flash of light and the alien was gone. The second alien started to run back into his damaged ship when the 'death ray', or whatever you want to call it, caught up with him. The same sickening sound and burst of light occurred, and he too was gone.

Adrien had re-cloaked our ship at the first sound of the dying ship. He was bringing our weapons online as he thought to me, Derrik, get your ass back on the ship! Bring that Bahamian with you, but get on-board. We need to take emergency action, NOW.

I activated my cloaking device and grabbed Cecil. "Come with me, if you want to live. Those aliens will either kill you or take you for food," I yelled at him.

Without any urging, he ran with me in the direction of the ship. Moments later, we were inside. Adrien was airborne seconds later. Quickly locating the alien ship, he fired in their direction. They had not realized that there was another ship in the area. The fact that it was cloaked gave us the edge that we needed.

When they were hit, the reptilian aliens were concentrating on locating the few humans on the island. After all, food is food and even a few more would be welcome back in the food pens on their mothership. However, Adrien's missile caught them completely by surprise. There was another deafening sound as their ship exploded over the ocean near the island in a ball of red and yellow flame. Once the debris had completely settled, there would be almost nothing to show that they had ever been near the island.

The problem was that they had gotten off one good blast in the direction of the Bahamian village just before Adrien's weapon made short work of their ship. What I later learned was Cecil's house was still standing, but the homes of the other three families were gone and only a black hole and a few shards of the village remained.

***

Adrien landed the ship near the remaining house and opened the door so that Cecil and I could check for survivors. The big Bahamian almost knocked me off my feet as he ran past me yelling, "Mariah, Gil, Char, are you alright? Answer me."

When Cecil reached his house, he found his family huddled in the underground storm shelter that had saved their lives in the first days of the alien invasion. While it was composed of a concrete vault buried in the ground, its roof and entrance hatch were made of steel. It was this metal that had saved them when the alien invasion had started. The fact that their neighbors also had had storm shelters had made the difference between life and death since the aliens could not see through the metal that composed their upper parts.

Not being sure of my intentions, Mariah had taken refuge in the storm shelter with her children. That was what Cecil and she had worked out between them, in case danger threatened from the skies. This time, it most likely had saved their lives since the aliens would not have detected human life in their little house.

Unfortunately, their fellow villagers were not so lucky, Annie and her eleven-year-old daughter had been in their house cooking when the alien ship bombed the village. Homer, her husband, had been fishing from a pier on the other side of the island and was now running in the direction of what was left of his home and family. Their thirteen-year-old son, Bert, who had been with his father, was also running toward the village as he screamed his mother's name over and over, alternating it with that of his sister as he ran. The other two families, comprising four adults and five children were also incinerated by the alien missile. What had only minutes before been a functioning village of 17 people living in four small houses had been wiped out leaving only six survivors.

Chapter 6
Encountering Evil Latino Pirates

The immediate concern that both Adrien and I had was that another of the insectoid alien ships might come looking for the one that we had just shot down. Additionally, the white humanoid aliens might come looking for their own lost ship. I ran after Cecil and caught up with him as he was hugging his still shaking wife and nearly hysterical children just outside their steel-roofed storm shelter beside their home.

"We've got to get off this island! Either one or both of the aliens may come looking for their lost ships. Neither would be too gentle about getting you to talk and those damn insects would probably end up having all of you for dinner. We also need to get your neighbor and his son to go with us. Can you get your family on board our ship? We'll take you with us to Paradise Island. The aliens won't be able to see us for the shields that the cloaking devices provide. You can come back in a few days after we're sure that it's safe here."

Cecil nodded that he understood and started to herd his family in the direction of the ship. Then, he stopped, and turning back toward me said, "I'm not leaving my boat. Dat is all dat I have for fishing. Wit out it, we starve once everyone goes away."

I wasn't sure that was practical, but I could see his point. Trying to humor him for the moment, I just nodded in his direction and motioned toward the ship.

At that moment Homer and Bert reached the black hole that had only minutes before been their home and the homes of their neighbors. Homer went to his knees chanting, "Annie, Annie, Annie," over and over as tears ran down his dark brown face. Bert also sank to his knees crying and muttering something unintelligible under his breath. It was obvious that he was close to being in shock.

I let Cecil and his family reach the ship and helped them aboard and into the seats that Adrien had already made ready for them. As calmly as possible, I spoke to them softly saying, "Adrien is the pilot's name. Now, he's a hybrid. That means that he's part human and part alien, only it's a good thing. The only way that you will notice this is that he has big green eyes. Otherwise, he looks like any other human. He's definitely on our side."

Cecil looked skeptical while Mariah shook and clutched her husband. The boys, Gil and Char, looked like they really didn't understand what I was saying.

I had mentally told Adrien to keep looking at the bridge console when we boarded so that they could not see his face. Now, I had him slowly turn toward the Bahamian family. Wide eyed, they looked at him with his big green eyes looking back.

Under the circumstances, it was probably a victory in itself that they did not panic. However, the boys were close to it while their parents had to fight to accept what I had told them. In the end, they all managed to hold it together.

Adrien spoke to them in a gentle voice and said, "Hi, I'm Adrien. We need to get your surviving neighbors on board and get out of here before we have company."

"Cecil, are you up to coming with me to persuade them to come with us?" I asked.

The Bahamian shook his head to clear whatever misgivings he still had, thought for a moment, and then answered, "Homer is both a friend and a neighbor. Bert, his son, is a close friend of my own boys. Yes, I'm coming wit you."

It only took a minute or two to reach the place where both father and son were still on their knees, enveloped in grief.

Homer looked up as Cecil and I reached him and his son. In truth, he looked up with one of the most pitiful looks that I have ever seen and said, "They're gone!"

Cecil spoke softly saying, "Dis is Derrik. He and his friend have a space ship dat they stole from the aliens. Dey shot down the ship dat did this. We need to go with them over to their place on Paradise Island until we are sure dat more aliens won't be coming back to look for da lost ships. Derrik and his people have a way of hiding dat dey are there. Can you get Bert and come wit us? We need to do dis now for safety's sake. I will take da boat and need you to go wit me," explained Cecil to his grieving friend.

Homer looked back at the black hole and then at me and said, "I be glad dat you got da bastards. Annie and little Josie never did nothing to hurt nobody. Yes, let's go. I want to stay alive jus so I can kill a few of dem. Let's go for Bert's sake."

With that he stood up and scooped Bert up in his strong arms and started slowly walking back the way that we had come. The boy buried his face in his father's well-muscled shoulder and continued crying.

I only wished that I could assure them that everything was going to be alright, but I knew that was a promise that I could not make.

***

In the end, Adrien and I figured that the best bet was for the two Bahamian men to take the fishing boat over to Paradise Island and for me to go with them with my cloaking device set on its maximum range. That should be big enough to conceal the boat from any prying eyes in the sky, if it should come to that.

The only problem was that Bert wouldn't leave his father which meant that Mariah and her boys, Gil and Char, wanted to go too. All of those people would have been fine for a pleasure cruise with some fishing as a diversion, which was the boat's original purpose, but not when you need to get away from possibly hostile aliens who didn't mind blowing you out of the water. Talking with both Cecil and Homer, I was able to convince them that the best thing to do was to have Mariah and her boys go with Adrien back to Paradise Island while the three of us took Bert with us and go in the boat. To make things work, I suggested that we give Bert a light sedative so that he could sleep on the way back. Homer didn't really want to do it, but finally came around when he realized the need for speed and the fact that his desire to save the boat matched that of Cecil's.

The fact that their little island was off the coast of the much bigger Andros Island and only about two hours from Paradise Island by boat also helped us decide. While Adrien could have the others there in minutes, two hours on the open water still was not like a trans-Atlantic crossing and after all, the weather was good and the sea calm.

***

Adrien put the ship down near the former owner's home on Paradise Island that now housed Mark and his medical clinic. Rebecca and the young doctor were waiting when the door to the ship opened. Mariah's hands still shook as she and her boys disembarked from the ship. Rebecca ran over to them and said, "This is Mark, he's a doctor. I'm Rebecca. I help him as his nurse. It's terrible what you and your family have experienced. Please come up to the house and we'll make you comfortable and he can check you out and make sure that you're all alright."

Mariah stood there still shaking slightly holding back her tears but managing to say, "Thank you."

With that, Rebecca stepped forward and enveloped the older black woman in her arms comforting her as best she could woman to woman. Mariah lost it at that point and sobbed on the shoulder of the younger woman just letting the grief and stress drain out of her. Gil and Char were also close to tears.

Just then, as fate would have it, AJ and Donny, the 14 and 11-year-old brothers, who had been looking for coconuts just down the beach from where the ship had landed, arrived on the scene. When they saw the Bahamians emerge, their natural curiosity took hold and they ran down the beach in time to arrive just as Rebecca was comforting Mariah. After all, they hadn't seen any black people in quite a while.

Unfortunately, as members of our little nudist colony, they were also quite naked. However, this had the effect of focusing Gil and Char's curiosity on them rather than thinking about how they had almost lost their lives on their home island only a few minutes earlier. The fact that they had never before seen naked white boys of their own age also contributed to their fascination.

At 5 ft 4 [1.64 m] and nearly 115 pounds [52 kg], AJ would have normally just have been considered to be another good-looking boy, but it was his alien eyes that held the attention of the Bahamian boys. After all, it's not every day that you see a boy whose whole eyeball is the color of black onyx. In fact, they hardly noticed Donny, who closely resembled his brother, except for his normal green eyes.

In the end, all four boys just stood there staring at each other. About that time, Adrien and Mark emerged from the space ship. The two naked white boys also had the effect of focusing Gil and Char's eyes on their tanned muscular young bodies, particularly their two and a half inch [6½ cm] exposed penises. Adrien noticed that, in spite of themselves and AJ's alien eyes, the two Bahamian boys were fast getting rather obvious tents in their ragged shorts.

Addressing the assembled group by the ship, Adrien said, "These boys here beside me are Gil and Char. They're from a nearby island where the aliens just hit their unprotected village killing a number of people. That's Mariah, Gil and Char's mother, with Rebecca. The two naked boys are AJ and Donny from our colony down the beach. They're brothers. Clothing is rather optional there as you newcomers have probably guessed by now. I know that AJ looks strange to you. He was gifted by some of the white aliens with the ability to see things that you and I can't, but in the process, his whole eyeballs turned black. Other than that, he's just a normal Earth boy like his brother."

"If it's alright with Mariah, I'm going to ask AJ and Donny to show Gil and Char around while we get her settled. The boys' father, and Derrik, along with another villager and his son, are coming over in their fishing boat and should be here in a couple of hours. Right now, they're hoping to return to their village in a couple of days providing it's safe."

***

The Gaviota cut through the water on a southeasterly course. The fractional-rigged sloop had been home to Pedro and Paulo Morales since the aliens had arrived. Pedro, the older brother at 30 years of age, was at the tiller. The wind blew out of the northwest so that the mainsail, as well as the jib (sometimes called the head-sail), were filled and moving the small ship easily through the water. This allowed them to sail without benefit of their engine which they only used when necessary in order to save fuel. Raiding mostly empty small port towns and villages had kept the brothers in food and necessities these past two years, but the danger of alien attack kept them always on the move.

Their ship had originally been built in Bremerhaven as the Möwe, but Sea Gull in German was just too hard for them to say. When they had first seen her tied up in Miami Beach, she had been the plaything of some rich northern businessman. Figuring rightly that after the alien invasion he would have no further need of her, they rechristened her the Gaviota as their Cuban ancestors would have done and made her their home.
[Note: The German and Spanish words both mean 'Sea Gull' in English.]

Prior to the alien invasion, the Morales brothers had been petty thieves who sometimes worked as deckhands on the many small boats and yachts that were berthed in the greater Miami area. In fact, Pedro had been out on bail when it had all happened. Fortunately for the two of them, they had been working on the ship that was now their home and took cover in its steel hull and thus were saved when the invasion had started. Their knowledge of the sea had been their salvation.

Both men were about five foot nine inches [1.80 m] tall with olive complexions and dark, almost black hair. Each tipped the scales at about 165 lbs [75 kg]. Their lives aboard ship consisted of hard work with little time for leisure. This had the effect of keeping them slim and muscular. As was their custom, both wore only ragged jeans and deck shoes. Both were lean-built. Their well-tanned bare upper bodies displayed firm arms and pecs as well as obvious abs.

As they cruised the Bahamian waters, they were looking for a place in which to replenish their stores and maybe hide out for a day or two when they saw the cabin crusier off in the distance. This was the same 'fishing boat' that was carrying Derrik and the two big black men, Cecil and Homer, and Homer's thirteen year-old son, Bert, to Paradise Island. If it hadn't been for a glitch in the cloaking device, they never would have been spotted. As it was, this would be a fateful meeting.

Chapter 7
Rape Onboard the Gaviota

Once Pedro and Paulo saw the cabin cruiser, they altered course in its direction. After all, they were little more than 21st century versions of the pirates of old. They took what they wanted, where and when they could, and had no qualms about leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake in the process.

The sleek bow of the Gaviota cut through the water pointed at the center of the port side of the smaller craft being steered by Cecil. In short order, helped by the strong sea breeze, the sailing vessel closed the gap between the two craft.

The Morales brothers broke out their favorite weapons, a couple of submachine guns that they had picked up in one of their port raids. They were confident that whoever was on the cabin cruiser would not be able to match their fire power. Paulo stood by the starboard rail with his feet far apart braced against the motion of the ship through the water. Pedro at the tiller let the ship run free as it overtook the cabin cruiser.

Just as the Gaviota was close enough to the smaller craft to bring their weapons to bear, the wind, always capricious, shifted. Pedro had to frantically turn away to port to avoid a collision. This caused the mainsail to swing around and in doing so rake the after deck of the Bahamians' boat. Unfortunately, thirteen-year-old Bert had awakened and was standing on that aft section of the deck as the boom of the mainsail struck. As it swept past, it took him with it. Thus, without firing a shot, the Morales brothers acquired a prisoner.

***

I had not had any problems with my cloaking device before and somehow had failed to plan for the possibility that it might fail and just when I needed it most. In addition, I had not even remotely thought that I might need the Glove of Doom and had left it back in my quarters on Paradise Island. I was basically defenseless in the face of the men on the schooner which was fast overtaking us.

The cabin cruiser that Cecil and Homer had inherited from the resort hotel was only intended to support casual tourist fishing trips, not outrun armed modern day pirates. When the strange sloop started closing on us, we were in no position to outrun her and without my cloaking device; we couldn't hide from her either.

I thought for sure that the sloop was going to ram us until at the last minute when she turned away but in the process raked the deck of our boat. I turned just in time to see a wide-eyed Bert grab the edge of the mainsail in order to avoid being caught between it and the deck as the boom scraped along the flat surface. Poor Homer, Bert's father, was beside himself as he realized what was happening. If losing both his wife and daughter just a short time ago was not enough, he was now witnessing his only remaining child being swept off the deck into God knows what.

We could see that one swarthy guy was at the tiller while another was pointing a wicked-looking machine gun at poor Bert and waving him in the direction of their ship's deck. Slowly, the Bahamian boy worked his way from the mainsail's boom inboard to the deck. I don't think that Homer, Cecil, or I even breathed until the boy was safely on the deck of what we were fast realizing was a pirate ship.

I was frantically thinking to Adrien that we needed him and the space ship's weapons when the voice of one of the pirates boomed over our boat's ship-to-shore radio.

"This is the Gaviota calling. It seems that we have someone who belongs to you. We'll trade him for a full tank of fuel. Tell us where you get your gas and we'll release the boy, after we fill up. Try and take him now, and you can have his body, if the sharks don't get it first."

I grabbed the radio mike. I figured that Adrien would be here to save us from these guys before they ever got a drop of fuel, so why not tell them where they could get gasoline?

"Don't hurt the boy. We'll tell you where the gas is," I answered.

***

Gil and Char followed AJ and Donny into their room. The two naked white boys had said that they wanted to take a shower to get the salt water off of their muscular young bodies before showing the Bahamian boys around their part of the island. Donny went into the big shower stall in their bathroom and turned on the water adjusting the temperature so that it was just right for a leisurely shower.

AJ scratched an imaginary itch on his ball sack as he pointed at the shower through the door of the bathroom and asked "Do you guys have a shower back home on your island?"

Both of the Bahamian boys looked down at the floor and slowly shook their heads as much as to say "no." Then Gil hesitantly added, "We don't have one. Mama has to heat water on the stove and put it in a washtub for us to take a bath when we need one. Dere is no running water in our house."

The older white boy smiled a mischievous smile and then added, "The two of you ought to join us in the shower. You'd like it and it's big enough for all four of us."

Whatever reservations the two Bahamian boys had disappeared with the invitation. Gil undid the buttons on his ragged shorts (his only garment) and let them drop to the floor. He stood there a moment with his hand over his package somewhat embarrassed to be naked in front of two white boys that he had just met only minutes before. Once his brother was nude, Char had fewer reservations and dropped his shorts revealing his already hard three-inch [8 cm] penis.

Now naked, the four of them stood there and took a long look at each other. At first, there were doubts all around as to just what a 'turn on' sexually the boys were for one another. After all, none of them had ever seen boys of another race naked before and their curiosity was running wild along with their hormones. It was only when they realized that they had all become erect did it fully dawn on them just what kind of fun they could have in the shower.

The boys followed one another into the bathroom and crowded into the shower. While it had indeed been designed so that it would easily accommodate two people, fitting four into it was a little tight, even if they were all just young boys. However, the inevitable touching of each other's slick bodies due to the tight quarters only amplified the sexual nature of their encounter. Activity in the shower sort of stood still for a minute or two. The four boys stood there looking from one to another letting the water of the shower flow over them with its wide spray cascading over their smooth hairless bodies. Gil was twelve while Char, his younger brother, was ten and a half. Both had those slim muscular bodies typical of many boys their age. With their African heritage both boys had broad noses and large lips inherited from their West African ancestors along with the dark brown pigmentation of their skin. Each had three inch [8 cm] erect penises above closely held ball sacks.

AJ was 5 ft. 4 [1.65 m] and nearly 115 pounds [50 kg]. Normally, he would have been considered to be just another good-looking boy. However, Gil and Char were fascinated by his alien eyes at which they kept staring whenever they were not looking at his penis. (After all, it's not every day that you see a boy whose whole eyeball is a deep black.) His younger brother, Donny, closely resembled his brother except that he had the normal green eyes of an Earth boy.

While sex was on all of their minds, the white boys were fascinated with the very dark brown of the Bahamian boys' penises. Mentally, the hard dicks reminded them of a brand of hard chocolate that they had often enjoyed sucking on before the invasion.

In turn, Gil and Char could hardly take their eyes off the white boys' dicks which were darker than the rest of their tanned bodies and also showed some red shading that was not otherwise found on AJ and Donny's hard young bodies. Furthermore, the white boys were both circumcised while the Bahamian boys were not.

After a while, AJ, being the oldest, must have figured that someone needed to break the spell. He picked up a bar of soap from its wall dish and started washing Gil's body. He soaped him with one hand while running the fingers of the other hand playfully over his tight abdomen and his really nice butt. Gil, in turn, needed no encouragement. He got another piece of soap and started washing AJ's back.

This motivated Donny and Char to start washing each other. It seemed like only seconds before they were working their way down across each other's abs with their soapy hands. While AJ was soaping Gil, the Bahamian boy rubbed his new friend's his skin gently with his hands enjoying the feel of the other boy. He could feel the sinewy tightness of his shoulders and chest. Then, he ran his fingers further down and across the contours of the other boy's abs. Using his other hand, he started to soap AJs lower abdomen just above his penis.

Momentarily, he tensed and then let out a low moan as his hand slowly circled the rock-hard four-inch [10 cm] erection. AJ's alien eyes closed in delight as Gil began to stroke the source of his boyhood.

Donny felt a dark brown hand working its way between his soapy legs and knew that Char was intent on exploring his own erection. A slick, soapy hand found Donny's nut sack and began to massage it. Moments later his other hand was pumping his three inch [8 cm] hard penis.

In turn, AJ and Donny reached out and began to massage the rock-hard erections of the Bahamian boys. It seemed like only seconds before all four boys exploded in a virtual fountain of cum. As the warm water of the shower continued to play over their naked bodies, all four of them knew that they could have stayed there all day and it would have been worth whatever else they missed.

***

Paulo gestured with his submachine gun the moment that Bert touched down on the deck from having been scooped up on the boom of the mainsail of the Gaviota indicating that the boy should put his hands over his head. The young Bahamian had never seen an automatic weapon before in his life but instinctively knew that the man meant business. He didn't need the swarthy pirate to tell him twice. Paulo backed him into the binnacle and tied his hands to its heavy wooden frame [Note: The 'binnacle' is the housing for the ship's compass. It is built into the deck in front of the tiller or wheel of the ship.]. Then, he forced the boy down onto the deck so that he was on is back with his arms wrapped around the base of the binnacle. Only then did the man put the gun down so that he could better examine his prisoner.

Bert was a typical athletic looking Afro-Bahamian boy. At thirteen, he stood about five foot three [1.60 m] and tipped the scales at 125 lbs. [57 kg]. Tied to the binnacle Bert could do little more than squirm. The Latino pirate looked lecherously at the youngster and then slowly ran his hand over the frightened boy's chest and down his heaving muscular belly. He hesitated only for a moment before unfastening the buttons on the boy's cutoff jeans (his only garment) and then pulled them off letting them drop to the deck. He took a hard, lingering look admiring the boy's two and a half inch [6 cm] flaccid dark brown penis.

Then he turned to his brother, laughed, and said, "I'm a three-day virgin. I'm going to have some fun with this little one."

Then, his hand caressed the boy's penis for a moment before he closed his fingers around his ball sack squeezing it hard. Bert let out a scream as the pain raced through his young body. Paulo only laughed in a sinister evil way as he looked at the defenseless naked boy before him on the deck.

He stood there for a minute admiring the boy and then his hand went to the buttons on his pants. Quickly, he unfastened them and let the pants drop to the deck. One hand slid up and down his engorging organ as he used his other hand to step out of the garment around his feet.

He got down on his knees and used his hands to spread Bert's legs apart. Then, he jerked the boy's legs up in the air exposing the pink rosebud in his dark brown ass. Living in his village on the island, Bert had gotten to his present age ignorant of the fact that a man could use a boy to satisfy his lust. He really had no idea what Paulo was going to do to him. As a result, it was all the more traumatic when the man pushed his now erect five inches [13 cm] of hard cock into his virgin hole. Some men, realizing that a boy like Bert had never before known this kind of sex would have eased their way into the boy, but not Paulo. Satisfying his own lust was his only consideration. He rammed his rock hard penis its full length into the boy. Bert screamed and screamed again from a pain that he had never before known existed. Fortunately, it was not long before he also fainted from that pain.

***

I felt that I had no choice and had told the pirates where the R.A.F. gasoline storage tank was located on the small island where we had found Cecil and the others. I figured that Adrien would be here with the space ship before they ever got near the island. Since they were sailing southeasterly, and we were headed northeasterly, the distance between us was opening quickly. Where Paulo had poor Bert on the deck of their sloop made it difficult for us to see what he was doing to the kid. However, with my special abilities, I could sense that he was being raped by the Latino pirate. If only I had a weapon! Mentally, I urged Adrien to hurry. How could I tell poor Homer that his only remaining child was being raped?

Chapter 8
Revenge

As soon as he received Derrik's telepathic message about the two pirates and how they had captured Bert, Adrien frantically signaled Alexey to meet him at the space ship. If they were going to have to fight off pirates on an island, they might need someone who could breathe underwater in case slipping aboard their ship or sneaking ashore on the island was something that they had to do to free the thirteen-year-old Bahamian boy.

The two of them strapped themselves into the seats of the space ship and had only just gotten airborne when they could tell from Derrik's horrified thoughts that Bert had been brutally raped by the sadistic Latino pirate that was Paulo. Both of them were sick to their stomachs at the thought of what had just happened to the boy. Both knew that they would have to separate Bert from the pirates and their ship before they could use their onboard weapons to destroy the bastards.

Derrik, are Cecil, Homer, and you alright? Are you in any immediate danger? asked a frantic Adrien using his telepathic powers.

No, we're OK for the moment. Those damn pirates are more interested in raiding the fuel supply back on the island where we found the Bahamians. Of course, if there's no fuel there, they'll kill Bert just for the fun of it and then come after us. I only hope that there's as much fuel in that tank as Cecil and Homer are saying, I thought back to him trying to steady my voice as much as possible. I had, after all, just witnessed the rape of a thirteen-year-old boy so vividly in my mind that I felt like it had happened to me.

Derrik, Alexey and I are on our way. We can't strike at the pirate ship with Bert onboard as a prisoner. We can only hover over them and follow them as they head back to the island where we found the Bahamians. We've got to figure out some way to get Bert separated from them so that they're vulnerable to attack. Any ideas?

Bert passed out from the shock and pain of being raped. We can't even communicate with him until he regains consciousness, was my reply. Then I turned my gaze back to the pirate sloop that was fast leaving us behind.

***

As the Gaviota cut through the waves and headed south towards his island home, Bert lay unconscious on her deck. Paulo stood up and wiped the sweat from his face with the boy's worn cutoffs. Then, using the same garment, he slowly wiped the remaining cum from his still-erect penis. Little did he care that there was blood mingled with the cum. After all, he had had his fun and that was all that mattered.

He looked at his brother, grinned, and said, "Nothing beats the tight hole of boy when you want to get your rocks off."

Pedro, still at the tiller, yelled back against the wind, "How about you taking the tiller and giving me a chance. You're not the only one who likes sex with a boy. I'll bet that kid never did it with a man before you took his cherry."

"You'd better let me wake him up first, if you want to have sex with him. He passed out while I was doing him," replied Paulo.

With that, he took a plastic bucket and tied a lite line around its handle. He tossed the bucket over the side. Instantly, it caught the sea water rushing past the ship's side. When it appeared to be full, Paulo hauled it back on board. Taking it in his hands, he threw its contents over Bert's inert form sprawled out there naked on the deck.

The cold salt water did its intended job. The boy regained consciousness sputtering and coughing from the water that he had swallowed. He opened his eyes trying to focus against the burning of the salt water. He looked up and saw the grinning Latino pirates and screamed once more as tears started to run down his dark brown face. Still tied to the base of the binnacle, there was nothing that he could do to free himself. In his heart, he knew that he was still at their mercy and that his ordeal was far from over.

Paulo took the tiller so that Pedro could walk around to where Bert lay on the deck. He undid the buttons on his worn jeans and let them fall to his feet and then stepped out of them. He scratched an imaginary itch on his ball sack as he admired the muscular thirteen year-old spread out on the deck before him. His five-inch [13 cm] erect penis involuntarily twitched as he looked at the defenseless boy.

Turning to his brother, he said, "I'm not going to take your 'sloppy seconds.' I want to taste this kid's dark meat."

Paulo laughed and replied, "You always were a cocksucker at heart! I ought to know, you did me often enough when we were kids."

Both of the brothers laughed as they exchanged knowing looks. Then, Paulo got down on his knees and pushed Bert's legs apart. Only this time, the man was facing the boy and not behind him. The young Bahamian tried to kick at him, but couldn't get himself into a good position from which to get in a strong kick. Pedro only laughed some more at the futile gesture and then pressed his weight down on the boy's thighs so that the source of his boyhood stood up fully visible. The pirate moved in closer and lowered his head until he could lick the end of the boy's exposed penis.

While Bert had engaged in mutual as well as personal masturbation back home on his island, again he was ignorant of the concept of one man or boy sucking another man or boy's penis. At first he didn't know what to make of what was happening to him. At least it wasn't more of the brutal rape that had been Paulo's doing.

Bert's penis involuntarily responded to the Latino pirate's sucking as he slowly but certainly enveloped his dark brown organ. The boy had never before had a blow job and didn't realize that this form of sex could be so satisfying. Hating the two strange men who held him prisoner, he fought against taking pleasure in anything that they could do to him, but it was of no use. In only a few minutes, Pedro tasted Bert's salty cum and knew that the boy had ejaculated in his mouth.

Pedro swallowed the salty fluid and moved up closer until he was sitting on Bert's midsection with his own hard cock in the boy's face. In cold horror the young Bahamian knew what he wanted.

However, there was really nothing that he could do about it. He twisted this way and that and held his mouth tightly shut trying to resist the Latino pirate's efforts to force his rock hard erection into his mouth. In response, Pedro reached behind him and clamped one hand around Bert's penis and balls and gave them a wicked twist combined with a hard squeeze as he held the boy's throat with the other hand. The boy screamed in pain.

"Suck it or I'll crush your balls!" demanded the swarthy older man.

Bert knew that he meant business and slowly, reluctantly opened his mouth. It wasn't long before he was gagging on the man's cum as it filled his young virgin mouth.

***

The frustration of it all was eating me up. Adrien couldn't take a shot at the pirate's sloop without injuring or killing Bert. At the same time, the horny bastards that were the pirates were sexually abusing the poor kid. Heaven only knew just how traumatized he was after being raped by one pirate and forced to suck the other one's dick. Even giving the kid a blowjob might well have been traumatic since he obviously had never had one before and had had no say in whether or not he wanted one from that sleazy Latino bastard who had forced himself on the kid.

I couldn't tell Bert's father what was happening to his only remaining child without the possibility of driving him over the edge. After all, he had already lost his wife and daughter earlier in the day. Still, both Cecil and Homer could sense that something was wrong. They just didn't know what it was or how to get it out of me. I figured that I was fortunate that they had yet to learn just how telepathic I really was. Otherwise, they might have shaken the answers that they wanted from me, friend or not.

As it was, all that we could do was trail the pirate vessel keeping out of sight just beyond their visual range and hoping that they were so eager to get to the gasoline tank that they were not using their ship's navigational radar

***

Where was that other scout ship? It's not like Ouzal to fail to perform his duties and deviate from orders, thought Ushmal, as he checked the view scope on the console of the bridge of his small spacecraft. His last report was from somewhere in this area. If I conduct a search around the site, maybe I can find him. After all, he owes me from that last card game that we had on the mothership.

With that, the insectoid alien adjusted his flight pattern to crisscross the area that surrounded the last known position of his friend's ship.

***

The pirates steered the Gaviota toward the same pier that Cecil had used earlier in the day. Sure enough, off in the distance they could see the fuel tank that the Bahamians had said was on the island.

"Paulo, look there! At least those guys were telling the truth about there being a fuel tank on their island. If there's enough in it to fill our tanks, this will be our lucky day," hollered Pedro in the direction of his brother.

On approach to the island, they had furled their sails and lit off their engine. Still at the tiller, and with the aid of that engine, Pedro Morales brought the ship's port side alongside of the pier. When they were close, Paulo wrapped the forward mooring line around a bollard on the deck of the pier. In only a minute or two, the ship was made fast and the brothers made ready to reconnoiter the island.

Having had their fill of sex with the defenseless Bert, both pirates had pulled on their jeans before returning to business. The boy had been cut loose and allowed to stand up on the deck but had not been given back his shorts. As a result, he stood there by the binnacle still naked with cum stains on his face and chest as well as running down his legs from where he had been raped by Paulo and forced to suck Pedro's dick. His eyes were glazed and he remained listless. Tears had stained his cheeks also adding to the sad appearance that he presented. A medical person would have recognized that he was close to shock.

***

Since I could tell that he was now conscious, I tried to reach Bert's mind. The problem was that he was unaware that I had this ability. At first, he thought that he was having hallucinations, but I was finally able to get him to listen to my voice in his head.

Bert, this is Derrik. I have telepathic powers and can make you hear me in your head from some distance away. Don't be alarmed. I'm a friend. I'll explain everything to you later when we're all safe. For now, just know that I'm with Cecil and your father on their fishing boat. We're just beyond your visual range following the pirates' ship. Can you hear me OK? If you can, just cough, I instructed the frightened boy.

There was a long silence and then a shallow cough in reply and I knew that he was listening.

When you get the chance, you have to get away from the pirates. Run to Gil and Char's house and hide in their storm cellar. It's the one with the steel door on top. I think that you know where it is. If I'm right, cough again to let me know that you know where it is.

Again, there was a slight cough from the boy on the sloop.

Good. Now, don't be alarmed but these pirates want fuel for their ship a lot more than they want you. The first thing that they're going to want to do is check out that R.A.F. fuel tank at the other end of the old runway. The only way that they can do that is to walk over to it. Act like you want to go ashore with them. They know that you can't go far and they don't know that Gil and Char's house is not your family's house. Tell them that you want to get something from 'your' house. Chances are they'll let you go. Once you're there, stay there until we come for you, I instructed Bert.

Taking my cue, Bert told the Morales brothers that he wanted to go over to 'his' house and get his deck shoes and another pair of pants. They leered at each other and told him to go ahead but stay on the porch of the house once he had what he wanted.

Bert hurried over to his neighbor's house and rummaged around in Gil and Char's room where he had often played with his friends. He found a pair of Gil's old shorts and a pair of deck shoes that fit him. Quickly putting them on, he hurried to the storm shelter. He looked up to see the backs of the pirates some distance away from him walking over toward the R.A.F. fuel tank. As quietly as possible he opened the steel trap door that led to the storm shelter and hurried into it. He found a Coleman lantern and lit it and then shut the steel door behind him. Somehow, he knew that he was not yet safe, but for the first time since he had landed on the deck of the pirate ship, he felt that he had a chance at being safe.

***

The warning light on his console was flashing letting Ushmal know that it had detected two metal masses that had to be ships. As he maneuvered his scout ship closer to the source of the emissions, he realized that one mass was on a small island and was that of a crashed ship belonging to his enemy. The other was some distance off the shore of the same island. He could tell that it came from what was once the lost scout ship for which he was searching. The evidence pointed to a battle between the two ships with both being destroyed in the process.

Looking at two other small blips on his screen he thought to himself, Wait, there seems to be two of those Earth creatures there on the island below me. At least there's some fresh food down there.

Using his ship's paralyzing weapon, Ushmal decided to capture dinner and then see if there was anything else worthy of taking back to the mothership.

The Morales brothers never saw the insectoid alien's paralyzing beam as they walked toward the gasoline storage tank. Incapable of motion, they were slowly pulled into the alien ship. Ushmal's only remaining decision was whether he wanted to kill and eat one of them or eat him live. After all, Earth creatures tasted just as good either way.

Chapter 9
An Unconventional Recovery from Rape

Adrien and Alexey in their space ship remained cloaked and out of range until the insectoid ship had cleared the area. Derrik and the Bahamians waited until Adrien signaled them that it was safe for them to approach the island in the cabin cruiser. As much as Cecil and Homer and their other family members might want to return to their island home, that would have to wait until the cloaking device on the crashed ship could be programed to shield the island from any further prying aliens. In the meantime, rescuing Bert was the order of business.

It wasn't long before Derrik and his party pulled up alongside the same pier where the now orphaned Gaviota remained moored. While Derrik and Cecil secured the fishing boat to the pier, Homer leaped from the boat's deck onto the pier and took off running in the direction of Cecil's house.

Once their boat was secured, Derrik and the big Afro-Bahamian followed. By the time that they reached Cecil's house, Homer had opened the steel door to the storm shelter and scooped up his badly abused son in his strong arms. Both father and son hugged one another as tears flowed down both of their anguished faces. Homer just kept muttering in the boy's ear that he was safe now, as Bert's tears became sobs.

As this was happening, Adrien landed the space ship only a few yards away on one end of the old RAF runway.

Derrik, we need to get these guys and get out of here. Those aliens might come back and we can't shield everything without the cloaking device in that crashed ship at the other end of the runway. I should be able to salvage it, but that's not something that I can do in a few minutes. Besides, that poor kid most likely needs medical attention that only Mark can provide, Adrien said using his telepathic powers.

Yes, I agree. We'll just have to leave the sloop and the fishing boat for now. We can always come back for them tomorrow, Derrik thought back to him.

***

In no time at all, the space ship was setting down near the house on Paradise Island that Dr. Mark Gordon now used as both his home and his clinic. Adrien had asked him to meet the ship when it landed. Mark had lost no time in reaching out to Mariah and asked that she, Gil, and Char, meet the space ship along with him. After what Bert had been through, plus the fact that only his father remained from among his own family members, the doctor had thought that having his friends there might help when he landed.

Once Adrien had eased the ship down and opened the hatch, Derrik stepped out followed by a still half-dazed Homer who had not relinquished his hold on his son since he pulled him from Cecil's storm shelter. Even when Mark offered to put the boy on a gurney, Homer would not let go of his traumatized son. Mariah and the boys gathered 'round their neighbor and his precious cargo, wailing and crying and patting both the man and his boy as they slowly walked in the direction of the doctor's house. Derrik, Adrien, and Cecil followed behind the little group, lending moral support, if nothing more.

Once at the doctor's clinic, it took some effort on Mark's part to get Homer to release Bert so that he could see if he was injured as a result of his rape at the hands of the Latino pirates. Finally, he had to give Homer a tranquilizer in order to calm him down enough for the doctor to examine the boy.

Rebecca was there to help Mark in case he needed a nurse. In order to let the doctor examine Bert, it was necessary to get all of the people out of the examining room. As the tranquilizer took effect, Homer crumpled and was helped to a bed where he was quickly and peacefully asleep, released from all of the pain and loss that he had seen that day. At least for the moment he could find peace.

Again, it was Rebecca that took charge of getting everyone else into an adjoining room where they could wait while Mark examined the boy.

By this time, Bert was fully awake and had stopped crying. As Dr. Gordon bent over him, the boy was conscious enough to realize that Mark was a doctor.

Mark looked at him lying there and saw the combination of pain and humiliation that was reflected in his face. Like so many victims of sexual abuse, he knew that Bert was mentally trying to think what he could have done to prevent what had happened to him at the hands of the pirates.

The doctor leaned over the boy and slowly put one hand on his cheek. The child turned to him and let out a sob. As gently as possible, he said to the boy, "Bert, there was nothing that you could do to prevent what those men did to you. They were much bigger and stronger than you. I'm here to see if there is anything that they did that requires medical attention. Is it alright with you if I examine you? I'll be as gentle as possible."

Bert's lower lip quivered and a tear rolled down one cheek, but he nodded his head giving the doctor the permission that he felt that he needed.

"Bert, I'm going to need for you to roll over and let me examine your rear. I need you to let me see if the pirate that raped you tore any part of you in the process. So, first I need you to stand up for a minute so that you can take off your clothes," said Mark in a low even voice.

Mark then helped Bert sit up and then stand up beside the examining table. More tears ran down the boy's face as the doctor helped him out of the tee shirt and shorts that were his only garments.

Naked, Bert stood there for a moment waiting for the doctor to tell him what to do next. At thirteen, the boy had a good body. Hard work helping his father scratch out an existence on their island home had kept him fit. Already, he had the beginnings of well-muscled shoulders and pecs as well as obvious abs. A small tuft of curly black hair crowned his three inch [7½ cm] flaccid brown penis that hung over large balls that were carried close to his body.

Mark liked what he saw, but he was a professional. He would never compromise his standing with a patient. Only a momentary tenting in his greens gave any indication that the sight of his good-looking patient had aroused him sexually.

[Note: 'Greens' refers to the pajama-like clothing generally worn by doctors and nurses. They are usually made from a green cotton material.

***

Fortunately, Dr. Gordon's examination of Bert revealed only some severe irritation and no actual tearing in his anus as a result of Paulo's brutal thrusting into the boy. Mark decided that a mild sedative would help the boy get some much-needed rest. In the morning, they could check for emotional damage. That would be the more difficult task. The young doctor knew that how the boy adjusted to his experience would be the key to his full recovery. However, deep down, Mark knew that anyone who had been raped would always have that memory and that terror somewhere in the back of their minds.

***

It was the middle of that night. Bert was dreaming. Only it seemed real to the troubled boy. He was naked lying on his back on a padded surface that somehow seemed to be Dr. Gordon's examination table. His wrists and ankles were firmly secured in padded cuffs. However, his legs were in the air with his boy hole totally and completely exposed. In cold horror, he realized that he was trussed up in such a way that he was defenseless. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Then he realized that there was a hard rubber ball in his mouth that was held there with a big piece of duct tape.

Bert could see someone coming toward him. From the shadows, a form slowly drifted in his direction. As it emerged from the shadows, Bert realized that it was Paulo! As the man seemed to glide up to the table, the boy struggled all the more, but it was of no use. The pirate stood there naked leering at him as he looked down at him bare and helpless on the table. Then, the man took his erect cock in his hand and positioned it for entry into the boy's waiting unprotected hole. Only now the cock was the size of a baseball bat with big blue veins that pulsated with life. As it came closer to him, he knew that he was about to be raped again!

Bert woke up covered in sweat, screaming. Mark Gordon was in the room only moments after the first scream. From his medical experience, he knew to expect something like this and had only stretched out on top of his bed in his greens awaiting the inevitable.

The doctor took the boy in his arms and held him close as the sobs racked his body. Hopefully, there would not be many of these nightmares.

***

Mark held the boy until the sobs stopped. Only then did he release his strong grip on Bert. It was then that he realized that his young patient was covered in sweat.

He held the boy's face in his hands and said softly, "Bert, it's normal for someone to have nightmares after what you've been through. It's going to take time for you to get it all out of your system. Look, you're covered in sweat. Why don't you come into the bathroom and take a shower? That should relax you and help you to sleep. What do you say, are you up for a shower?" asked Mark.

Bert nodded in the affirmative as one last shudder racked his young body. Then he stood up and took the doctor's hand and they walked into the nearby bathroom together. I only wish that there was something I could do to help this boy, thought Mark.

***

Once in the bathroom, Mark turned on the shower and adjusted it to a nice warm relaxing temperature while Bert stripped off his shorts. The boy was not ashamed of his body, but didn't know the doctor well enough to feel comfortable being naked in his presence. As a result, one hand covered his flaccid three-inch [7½ cm] penis as he stepped into the shower.

The boy stood there under the shower with his eyes closed letting the warm water cascade over his muscular young, brown body. At home on their island, they didn't have enough running water for showers. On the one hand this was a true luxury for the boy while, on the other hand, it was a fully relaxing experience that contrasted so completely with the past day's events.

When Bert opened his eyes, he could see Mark pulling off the sweat soaked top of his greens. The young doctor reached into a cabinet on the other side of the bathroom and got out a fresh top while dropping his damp one in a hamper. Shirtless, Mark turned back toward the boy and smiled. Then, as he unbuttoned the fresh top, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes," answered Bert. "This feels wonderful. What are you doing?"

"I'm getting a fresh top for my greens. I got the other one sweaty when I was holding you," Mark responded.

Bert looked at the half naked young man who was his doctor and liked what he saw. At six feet [1.80 m] tall with well-muscled shoulders and chest, even Mark knew that he looked good. For a man of twenty-nine, his abs were still well defined from hours spent in the gym back at Mt. Argus. Since being shaved by Derrik, his body hair had partially grown back. His chest was covered with light curly hair that matched the ash blond color of the short, equally curly hair on his head. A treasure trail found its way from his navel to his waist. However, the still closely trimmed pubic bush that topped his three inch [7½ cm] flaccid penis and his hanging ball sack were only outlined against the pajama-like pants of his greens.

Suddenly, Mark realized that the boy was looking him over in such a way that he wanted more than just a shower. That he might want sex with him was definitely not something that he expected from the recently abused boy. Then it hit him, Perhaps a good experience with another man might make up for what had just happened to him and enable him to put that bad experience behind him.

"You look like you could use a shower yourself," said the boy.

Slowly and carefully Mark replied, "Yes, I could use one. Do you want to finish up and let me have it to myself or would you like to share?"

There was a long pause with only the sound of the cascading water breaking the silence. Then, Bert responded very softly, "I think that we should share."

Mark unsnapped the fastener that held his pants in place and let them drop to the floor. Then, he stepped into the shower. Bert reached out and ran one hand slowly down the man's muscular torso. Then the boy leaned up against his chest so that their bodies touched… no merged into one… as the boy wrapped his arms around the young doctor. Mark could feel the boy's smooth chest and his heart beating up against his own body. Somehow, he knew that his penis was now hard. Looking down, he could see that Bert's brown one was also hard.

It seemed like only a moment later when the two of them climaxed together in a veritable fountain of cum. Mark knew that, as the doctor/patient relationship went, it was wrong, but as the man/boy relationship went, it was what was needed to restore the boy's perception of his sexuality to normalcy.

Later, both of them slept soundly the rest of the night.

Chapter 10
A Boy Finds a New Family

It's funny how some things turn out. It's been more than two months since we rescued Bert from the pirates. Oh, he himself is doing well. Cecil's two boys and he are sharing a room and sleeping together in one big king-sized bed. Cecil and Mariah are serving as parents to their own boys as well as to Bert. How did that happen, you might well ask?

It all started when we realized that Homer, Bert's father, wasn't really dealing with the loss of his wife and daughter. At first, we all figured that he needed a little more time to grieve, but after a week or so when he was still depressed, we should have suspected that something was wrong. However, as young as most of us here are, we had no experience in recognizing the symptoms of depression, even when they were right in front of us.

It was about that time that Adrien completed salvaging the cloaking device from the alien ship that had crashed on the Bahamians' island. With it, he was able to shield the site of their little village and surrounding colony from the prying eyes of both groups of aliens. Homer seemed to have it together after that and we all thought nothing more about his depression and just assumed that he was adjusting normally to his loss. In fact, we had been discussing how we could improve food production for our colony by establishing a vegetable garden on their home island or maybe nearby Andros Island.

We decided to bring the Bahamians' fishing boat over to Paradise Island so that we would have a way to get back and forth to the other island without needing to use the space ship for every trip. Then, one evening, Homer, unbeknownst to anyone else, slipped out in the middle of the night and took the boat back to the island that had been his home.

We found him the next day. He had gotten his hands on a pistol from somewhere among the arms that we had accumulated and took it with him to the place where he had once lived with his wife and family. While he stood there beside the black hole that had been his home, he used the gun to shoot himself. In his free hand was a piece of cloth that must have been part of one of his wife's aprons. On the ground beside him was a small rag doll half covered in sand that must have belonged to his daughter.

We could only hope that he had found whatever peace he was seeking. Since the alien invasion, all of us have our own memories of lost friends and loved ones, but no one, until now, has felt that their life was no longer worth living.

Well, that left poor Bert an orphan. Adrien and I had found his father's body and decided that the best thing to do was to bury the big Bahamian there on the island that had been his home. After all, there was no point in Bert seeing his father dead and we didn't have either the equipment or the skills to do a proper funeral. If we buried him, we could bring Bert back and say some words over the grave so that he could remember his father as he was in life and not as he was in death.

In the end, we wrapped Homer in a sheet that we took from Cecil and Mariah's house and carried him up to a headland from where there was a good view over the island. There beside some trees we laid him to rest in the sandy soil of his little island.

***

Back on Paradise Island, Bert had been spending the day with Gil and Char. After they had spent the night together, Mariah had given them permission to go swimming on the beach by our little nudist colony. As mother's go, she was fairly comfortable with boys going nude, but was not so sure about older teens and men going around without clothes.

Once Mariah had given her permission, the three boys lost no time in getting down to the beach. The warm sea breeze felt good against their naked bodies. They hurried down the steps set into the sand and through the scrub growth in the sandy soil until they reached the beach itself.

Bert hesitated for a moment as a fleeting memory of the pirates crossed his mind. Then, just as quickly, that memory was gone.

All three boys ran laughing and hollering into the surf. Gil tried to dunk his brother in the incoming wave. Next, Bert grabbed him as Gil struggled to keep his footing as the wave rolled over them. Both lost their balance and fell into the warm water. Char was carried along with the wave toward the nearby shore. Sputtering, all three boys regained their footing as the wave went out. Then, they all raced into the shallow water until it was just waist high while waiting for the next wave.

"Dis is gonna be a lot of fun," yelled Gil over the sound of the surf. "Playing naked on da beach and in da surf is even better here den it was back home. Oh, an-otter thing, I'll bet that we can sleep together, too. You know dat we all like to sleep naked. Wit a room all to ourselves, we can have some real fun in dat big bed."

Then, he winked at Bert and Char and smiled that sly sort of smile that means there is a lot more here than is actually being said. The other boys only grinned back at him with knowing looks as they waited for the next wave. At that moment, life seemed like it was really going to be good for these three Afro-Bahamian boys.

***

Once back on Paradise Island, I hurried to my quarters just wanting to get a shower and rest for a few minutes before doing what I knew I had to do. Aiden was waiting for me, not for sex, but for companionship. He lay on the bed in my room watching a video on the television set while I cleaned up from the work of burying Homer.

I felt that I had no choice. I had to be the one to tell Bert that we had found his father. I knew that it was going to be a terrible experience for him, but there was no way to get around telling him the truth. I had been lying in my bed thinking about how best to do it while I ran my hands over Aiden's naked, twelve year-old body. He knew that I had something on my mind and so he just lay there enjoying my hands caressing his firm, young body. Then, when he hugged me, it broke the spell, but I knew what I had to do.

It was late afternoon after we had found Homer earlier in the day. So, I asked Aiden to find the thirteen year-old Afro-Bahamian boy who was now an orphan. He had only been gone long enough for me to dress when there was a knock on the door.

Without thinking, I said, "Come in, it's not locked."

The door slowly opened to reveal Cecil standing there with Mariah, his wife.

"You've heard about Homer?" I asked the Bahamian couple softly.

"Yes," both responded in similar low, hushed voices.

"Would you like to help me tell Bert?" I asked.

"Yes, we would," replied Cecil.

"More den dat," Mariah added. "We tink dat Bert should come live wit us. Gil and Char and he are already good friends and have played together since they were babies. They already more like brothers den friends," she explained.

"If that works for Bert, then it works for me," was my reply.

Only moments later, there was another knock at the door. This time I opened it myself to find Bert standing there with Aiden. When he saw that Cecil and Mariah were there with me, coupled with the somber expressions on our faces, he knew that something was wrong.

"It's Papa, isn't it? What's happened?" he almost screamed at us as tears began to flow down his brown boyish face. "I know that he hasn't gotten over Mama and Josie's deaths. What's he done? What's he done?" pleaded the boy as tears continued to run down his face.

Mariah reached out and took him in her big arms burying him in the folds of her dress with her comforting embrace. Still, the boy continued to sob as Cecil said, "He be wit God."

Bert responded with a loud cry of anguish as his tears flowed even more freely and his body shook in agony. Poor Aiden who had witnessed everything began to cry as well.

Bert had been with Gil and Char when Aiden found them and they had followed them back to Derrik's room. By now, the commotion in the room had attracted their curiosity. I looked up to see them standing in the door having witnessed everything that had just happened. Both of them rushed into the room crying and folding themselves around Bert and their mother. Cecil wrapped his own big arms around the four of them, and then everyone was crying. In that moment, a new, expanded family was born. Cecil and Mariah now had three boys just as much as if they had given birth to all of them.

***

That night, Mariah looked in on the boys to make sure that they were sleeping before turning in herself. Bert was in the middle on his side with Gil on his left up against his back with his arm over him. Char was on Bert's right with his new brother's arm around him. All three were naked under the thin cotton sheet. Yet, nothing sexual was involved. Only the love that they felt for each other was bonding them together.

Mariah turned out the night light in the boys' bedroom and went back to Cecil and her own room. She knew that all three of her boys were at peace.

Chapter 11
Lesbian School Teachers Join Us

The early morning sun was just beginning to come through the floor to ceiling windows of my quarters when Aiden rolled over and nuzzled closer to me until he was up against me. His regular breathing coupled with the steady rhythm of the rise and fall of his smooth chest assured me that he was still sleeping soundly. The thin cotton sheet was half off his now inert form. I tugged at the end of it that was closest to me causing it to slowly expose the rest of his firm, young, naked body.

What have I done to deserve this lovely bit of humanity? I thought to myself as I ran my hand down his side and onto his right butt cheek. I couldn't resist the temptation and gently squeezed it enjoying the feeling of his tender flesh between my fingers.

In response, Aiden twitched and pressed his naked body even closer to mine. There was a low moan as he stirred. His cute little butt rubbing against my penis was too much for me. The source of my boyhood sprang to life coming to full erection in what must have been record time. If I had not loved him so much, I would most likely have impaled him right then and there.

Instead, I pulled back knowing that I could never do that to the boy that I loved and who had once been so abused.

Aiden was waking up. He stretched and moaned again, this time louder. He turned his head toward me and smiled. Then he reached out and touched the side of my face with his hand.

"It looks like someone is already awake," were his first words of the morning.

I smiled back at him before responding, "I've only been awake for a few minutes myself."

Then I asked, "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," he answered, and added, "How 'bout you?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I slept like a rock," was my reply.

I felt something moving alongside of my leg. Looking down, I watched as his own penis expanded until it reached its full thee-inch rock-hard size. I smiled and said, "That's quite an impressive erection that you have there for a boy your age."

Aiden gave me a blank look and quizzically asked, "What's an 'erection'?"

That's when it suddenly hit me that we needed to start thinking about resuming our colony's education. For the past two years, we had struggled just to survive. Now was the time to do something about educating our little colony. Otherwise, in a few years we were going to have a bunch of illiterates running around barely able to read and write, if that much.

Well, of course, I didn't stop what I was doing and start thinking about how to resume schooling for our little colony right then and there. After all, I'm no saint but, as I pulled Aiden up onto my chest and started licking his rock-hard boner, I did remind myself to follow-up later on the subject of education.

***

Ruth Stern and Esther Gershner first met when both were teaching school in St. Louis. They were single women who were drawn to each other as only two women who like other women can be. Of course, it was not possible to let the world know that they were lesbians and remain as teachers, but no one thought much about it when, as single women, they moved in together. They told all who asked that they were good friends who decided to pool expenses and live together. When Esther's widower father died, she was well into middle age. She inherited his retirement home in the Miami area plus enough money on which to live comfortably for the rest of her life. That's when the two women retired from teaching and relocated to the Gershner retirement home in the suburbs of Miami. There, they could be their true selves and no one cared.

Ruth was the 'male' half of the couple. She was lean and sinewy and had such little in the way of breasts that it was hard to tell if she were a man or a woman when she cut her hair short and wore men's clothing. At home, Esther even affectionately called her "Roy."

Esther on the other hand was a stout, full-figured woman with large breasts. If she had not been a lesbian, she would have been the classic Jewish matriarch. To Ruth, she was 'Essie'.

Both had grown to love each other dearly by the time of the alien attack. Fortunately, Essie's father had installed a solid steel storm shelter as a defense against the hurricanes which plague Florida. So, when the aliens attacked, the two women had hidden in the storm shelter and thus escaped being killed as so many others had been.

***

We first met Ruth and Esther when Adrian and I took Aiden with us in the space ship over to what was left of one of the Miami 'big-box' retail stores to pick up some supplies that were not readily available to us there in the Bahamas.

I was in the boy's clothing section with a cart loading up on things that the boys could use when I looked up and saw this woman standing there. I remember thinking at the time that although she appeared to be only middle-aged, she looked like somebody's grandmother. Her gray hair was even pulled back in a bun. While she was full-figured, she was really not fat, just a big woman. She was dressed in a simple print blouse and navy-blue slacks and wore a pair of those practical SAS shoes favored by a lot of older women before the invasion.

There was a long pause as we just looked at each other. Then, trying to break the ice, I said, "Hello, I'm Derrik. I'm part of a colony made up mostly of kids. I'm getting them some clothing. What's your name?"

She just stood there silently looking back at me, giving me the 'once-over'. Then, there was a soft crunch on the littered floor as this lean person came around a stack of shelves. At first, I thought it was a man. 'She' (as it turned out) was dressed in army fatigues and carried a wicked looking submachine gun along with a pistol in a cartridge belt. Completing the picture, she was even wearing a beret over her close-cropped hair.

"What do you mean you're part of a children's colony? We've roamed all over the Miami area since those damn aliens came and have never so much as seen even a group of kids, let alone any sort of 'colony' of them," the lean woman said, with undisguised menace in her voice.

"That's because we don't live in the Miami area. You might say that we're just shopping here," I replied, trying to keep my voice as calm and non-threatening as possible, as I addressed the thin woman.

Then, as I looked back at the big woman that I would soon know as 'Essie', I saw that she was now holding a .45 caliber pistol in her hand and looked like she could easily use it, if she thought that she needed to do so.

"Where is your 'colony' located?" the stout woman asked in a calm matter-of-fact voice.

"We're located on Paradise Island in the Bahamas," I replied.

"How the hell do you expect us to believe that? There's no way that you can get back and forth from the Bahamas these days," barked the thin one.

I thought What the Hell, I might as well tell them the whole story and took a deep breath before answering. "We managed to steal a space craft from the less hostile of the two alien species. We use it to take trips like this to keep our colony in supplies. Additionally, we were able to modify some of their cloaking technology so that we're invisible from the air and thus safe from alien search parties."

The two women looked both skeptical as well as stunned as they just stood there trying to absorb what I had just told them. Slowly, they lowered their weapons but still kept them in their hands, ready, if needed.

Just then, Adrien and Aiden came out of the stock room at the back of the store. Adrien was carrying an armful of kid's tee shirts while Aiden had found some toys that he and the other younger kids would enjoy.

I used my telepathic power to think to them I have two armed older women up here. Come over here slowly and make sure that they hear you coming. We don't want this to turn into some sort of a shoot-out.

Then, returning my attention back to the two women, I said, "That's Adrien and Aiden that you hear coming. There're just the three of us here today. They'll be coming up the aisle over there. We mean you no harm."

The women looked from one to another and then looked at me strangely. The thin one broke the silence with a question. "How old are you, anyway, son?"

I'll have to admit that I was surprised by that question.

"I'm fifteen going on sixteen. I was thirteen when the aliens landed. I've been on my own since then. However, along the way, I've banded together with some other kids for survival. We now have twenty or so kids plus a few adults over on Paradise Island. We're just trying to stay alive and avoid the aliens."

"However, we also have a few hybrids among us. They're half human and half alien. Maybe you've seen some of the big-eyed white aliens. One of a hybrid's parents is one of those while the other is human. The human side seems to dominate among the hybrids."

Then, slowly, I added, "Adrien, who's with me, is part alien. The only way that you will know is the fact that his eyes are different from yours and mine."

At this, both women instantly brought their weapons back to the 'ready' position. Frankly, I didn't blame them. After all, they most likely had only survived this long by being careful and taking no chances.

About then, Adrien and Aiden came up to where we were standing. Sunlight shown through a hole in the roof as they stepped into the light giving the two women a good look at them.

To the women, the young hybrid was a good-looking young man by any standards. To them, he seemed to be no more than a totally ripped muscular guy with what they knew as a swimmer's lean body. However, the green of his eyes covered his entire eye-balls and made it clear that he was not exactly human either. From the puzzled looks on their faces, I could see that they were not sure whether to trust us or not.

"Hello, I'm Adrien. I see that you've met Derrik. This is Aiden," he said calmly. "What are your names?"

Aiden looked at the big older woman and gasped. There was a thud as he dropped the toys that he was carrying. All four of us turned to look at him in time to see his face contort and tears begin to run down his cheeks as he looked at the older woman. His voice cracked as he softly whispered, "Grandma." Then he ran toward her and flung his arms around her, crying, as he hugged her around the waist.

I guess that's when they decided to trust us. The next thing that happened was the stout grandmotherly woman folded her arms around the boy stroking his hair with her free hand. She looked down at him saying, "It's all right, son. I can be your grandma, if you want."

The next thing I knew she looked at us and said, "I'm 'Essie' and this is 'Ruth' but I like to call her 'Roy' since she likes to dress like a soldier. We're retired teachers originally from the St. Louis area. It's been a long time since we saw any kids around here."

Aiden started to pull himself together and looked up at Essie with tears still in his eyes. Sniffling, he said, "You look just like my grandmother. I loved her so much and now she's gone."

Trying to ease the tension, Adrien spoke up and said, "We're pleased to meet you ladies. We were just getting ready to see if there's anything that's still fit to eat in the food section of the store. Could we interest you in lunch?"

The next thing that I knew we were all checking out canned goods. Not long after that, the five of us sat down in a circle at a table and chairs that we found in the furniture section of the store and had, a least for us, a fairly nice lunch.

***

Over lunch we filled in Essie and Roy on our colony life on Paradise Island. They seemed a little surprised when I told them that a lot of the kids liked to go nude and that we had a lot of boy-on-boy sex. That's when Roy looked me straight in the eye and in a calm matter-of-fact voice said, "In case you haven't figured it out, we're a couple. If you can accept that, then you can surely understand that two boys in a relationship is not anything with which we would ever have a problem."

"Would you ladies like to come over to the island for a visit? If you like it there, you would be welcome to join us," I said, extending them an invitation that I would not dared to have offered someone before the invasion.

Roy exchanged looks with Essie and wiped a tear from her eye before saying, "Our greatest fear has been that something would happen to one of us and the other would be on her own. Yes, we'd love to see your island. Would it be alright if we go back with you today? We would just need to get a few things from the house before we go."

***

We finished loading up the things that we needed from the store and then got the two women to board the space craft. They were hesitant and apprehensive at first, but watching young Aiden almost casually sit down in a chair and buckle himself in for the flight reassured them that it was alright. Then, we took the very short flight over to where the Gershner house was located so that they could pack a few things for the trip. After that, they were fine with space flight. Who said that old dogs couldn't learn new tricks?

Back on Paradise Island, we found a guest house for them and they settled right in as though they had been with us from the beginning. In fact, after they had been with us for three days, they were almost reluctant to go back to Miami for the rest of their things.

I mentioned to them that we had not had any schooling since the invasion and that I was concerned about the fact that the kids were growing up ignorant. The two women looked at each other and the next thing I knew; they had sat down and figured out how we could have a school with themselves as the teachers.

As for our somewhat nudist lifestyle, the only thing that they asked was that the kids wear at least shorts and a tee shirt for class. None of the older kids or the adults thought that was in anyway unreasonable. 'Keeping it in your pants' during class seemed like a good idea. After all, we couldn't be having sex in the classroom, now could we?

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