Chapter 22
The Hurricane

A Note from Derrik: Sometime after the events that are described below, I looked up hurricanes in a reference book that I found in the office that was once used by the manager when our place on Paradise Island was a resort. I know that this is probably more than you want to know, but it seems that hurricanes begin as tropical disturbances in warm ocean waters with surface temperatures of at least 80° F [27°C]. These low-pressure systems are fed by energy from the warm seas. When a storm achieves wind speeds of 38 mph [61 kph], it becomes known as a tropical depression. A tropical depression becomes a tropical storm, and is given a name, when its wind speeds top 39 mph [63 kph]. If a storm's sustained wind speeds reach 74 mph [119 kph], it officially becomes a hurricane and earns a category rating of 1 to 5 on something called the Saffir-Simpson scale. [See, I told you that this was more than you wanted to know.]

While some of the guys from Paradise Island were working with the military in Alaska to salvage technology from the white aliens' mothership, things were taking an unexpected turn back in The Bahamas. This was the hurricane season. Before the alien invasion, there was a lot of international cooperation that warned people and places about hurricanes. However, the invasion had ended all of that with the destruction of some of the satellites that reported the data. At least the hybrids could report weather information to each other by telepathy and thus fill in part of the gaps, but that didn't take care of everything. Of course, the military maintained a watch on the weather from their command post in Alaska, but, with the missing satellites, they couldn't see everything like they once could.

We hadn't forgotten that the Atlantic Ocean's hurricane season peaks from mid-August to late October and averages five to six hurricanes per year. However, we just hadn't focused on watching out for one that might be headed our way. That was our mistake.

On this fateful day, four boys from Paradise Island had been helping Captain Allen set up camp on the island that had once been home to Cecil and his family. They had made the trip over to the island on the Gaviota which had stopped by Paradise Island on its way to refuel from the former RAF storage tank that was located there. This was going to be an overnight camp-out for them, and a little break from their routine there on their own island home. The young officer inspected their work around the old house. Satisfied, he told them that they could go to the nearby beach for a swim before they all got together for dinner later in the day.

Alexey and Joe were still on board the Gaviota securing the ship to the island's large concrete pier that ran from the old RAF gasoline storage tank out into the water for about a hundred feet [30 m] or so. It provided a better place to moor the sloop than the small fishing pier that was adjacent to the now half destroyed and abandoned village where Cecil and the other Bahamians used to live. Since they planned to spend the night on the island, Alexey felt that they should double up the mooring lines just to be on the safe side; deep down, he had an uneasy feeling about the weather.

A.J., Donny, Chris, and Zach ran down the path from the small house to the beach. The day was warm but the sky was gray and overcast. Rain seemed to be on its way. Nevertheless, the water was breaking gently on the white sand in an inviting manner. The boys pulled off their only garments, cotton shorts that had seen better days. Whooping and hollering, they headed toward the water.

At fourteen, A.J. was the oldest of the four. His 5 ft 4 in [1.62 m] frame and nearly 115 pounds [52 kg] gave him a slight advantage in the size department when compared to the other three boys. However, his gift from the aliens had been "sight beyond sight." This had caused his eyeballs to turn black so that the orbs had the appearance of back onyx. While he didn't need it often, he had the ability to see in the dark, or through a cloaking field. The tropical glare used to be too much for him until Adrien had fashioned special dark glasses for him, and later, he and Derrik had found some filtering contact lenses for him to wear that made it possible for him to enjoy the sunny outdoors again without the burden of the dark glasses, like now.

His eleven-year-old younger brother Donny looked over at him and said, "How about a game of 'horse' before it starts to rain?"

Without waiting for A.J. to respond, Chris hollered out, "Yeah, let's do that! Zack and I challenge the two of you." At 13, with short dark blonde hair and blue eyes weighing around 110 pounds [50 kg] or so, he was slightly smaller than A.J. but made up for it in speed. His gift from the aliens had been super hearing and sense of smell. However, the fact that both A.J. and Chris could communicate with each other telepathically was the main thing that benefited the two boys when they were away from their home on Paradise Island, like they were at the moment.

Ten-year-old Zach thought that horse would be fun. He appreciated being included in this trip. Donny and he had been playing together when A.J. had come looking for Donny to tell him about the trip to Cecil's island. The brothers had asked him to come along, mainly so that Donny would have someone about his own age along on the trip.

As the boys prepared to play "horse", the eager Donny was the first one in the water. There was a lot of splashing and laughing among the boys as he spread his legs wide. Then A.J. swam under him so that his head passed between his younger brother's legs. Still under water, his arms shot up and he grabbed Donny's hands in his own. Once his grip was firm, the older boy shot up through the water with the younger one squarely on his shoulders, with his legs wrapped around A.J.'s chest. Of course, this had the effect of pressing Donny's two inch [5 cm] flaccid penis up against his "horse's" neck. As a result, A.J.'s own cock began to harden. In what seemed like only a moment, his erect four and a half inch [11 cm] organ stood straight out from his body. However, none of them thought anything about it. This was just the normal side effect of the way that these boys played the game while nude.

Chris sucked in air and then dove underwater to take young Zach on his shoulders. Moments later, he had a raging rock-hard 5 inch [12.5 cm] penis that was being stimulated by the other boy's own extra-large organ up against his neck.

"Jeez Zach, that big dick of yours feels like I have a salami sausage up against my neck!" exclaimed Chris with a sputter and a laugh.

Zach had grown used to comments about his three inch [7.5cm] flaccid penis that was now rapidly hardening to its full five-inch [12.5cm] erect length. He tweaked Chris's left nipple and replied, "Don't you wish that you had one like that?"

All four boys laughed good-naturedly as the two "horses" and their riders slowly circled in the shallow water looking for an opening for one of the riders to grab the other to try to force him from his position on the shoulders of his mount. Complicating things was the fact that they were playing the game in the shallow surf of the beach where the action of the waves threw them off balance each time an incoming wave rolled over them.

A.J. and Donny struggled with Chris and Zach with each trying to knock the other younger boy off his "horse" or, better yet, knock over both "horse and rider." Just as A.J. got a well-placed shove against his opponent's middle, there was a loud clap of thunder and a flash of lightning off in the distance. If there was one thing that always ended the Paradise Island boys' frolicking in the water, it was thunder and lightning. All four of them ran out of the surf, grabbed their shorts and, still naked, started running back in the direction of the old Blount home where Captain Allen was still straightening up in advance of starting their evening meal.

***

By the time that the boys got back to Cecil's old house, it was starting to rain. Shortly after, it began to come down in earnest. By the time Alexey and Joe straggled in from the pier, they were soaked.

Tom Allen looked up to see them coming through the door looking more like two half-drowned dogs than boys. The way that it was raining made him frown as he wondered to himself just how bad this weather was going to get.

"You boys need to get out of those wet clothes. All of you need dry shorts and tee shirts. Get some from the sea bag, if you need them. There's no point in catching cold. This looks like it's going to get worse before it gets better," Tom said as he looked around the main room of the house.

Before long, Tom had a big bowl of mac and cheese ready to eat along with fish cakes that he cooked over a Coleman stove. He didn't have to ask six hungry boys twice to sit down to eat. He marveled at just how fast they could put away a meal. There was nothing like watching hungry kids eat.

Alexey seemed to be distracted as though something was bothering him. His face was scrunched-up as though he were deep in thought. Curious, Tom asked him, "Alexey, what's the matter? You look like something's wrong."

"I'm getting a strong feeling that this is only the leading edge of a bigger storm. It could be that there's a hurricane that's behind this. I think that we need to contact Paradise Island to see if they've gotten any weather warnings."

Tom Allen looked ashen and then shook his head to clear it before answering, "I would have thought that they would have contacted us if there were a chance of a bad storm or a hurricane. If not by radio, then by letting one of you guys with telepathic powers know that something was up."

"So many of our guys are helping with the piloting of the space shuttles that those who remained on the island may have neglected to monitor the weather," replied a grim-faced Alexey.

"Crap!" exclaimed Tom. "We need to find out what to expect. If we're going to face even the edge of a hurricane, there's only Cecil's old storm cellar here and that little concrete block house over by the fuel depot where we can take shelter."

***

Back on Paradise Island, Alph had been busy helping Delta and the others with the smaller children. Even the teachers, Essie and Sarge, had needed some help with their classes. When Alexey suddenly spoke to him telepathically, he was stunned to learn that the part-fish hybrid was detecting something in the weather that he had failed to monitor in Adrien's absence.

Alexey, I'm sorry. I got busy helping with the kids and the teachers and haven't been looking at the weather radar like I should have. Give me a few minutes to check and I'll get back to you, was all that he could say.

Once Alph had checked the radar, he lost no time in getting back to the other hybrid telepathically. There was indeed a large storm bearing down on The Bahamas and there was little doubt that it was going to be of hurricane strength. The only plus was the fact that it looked like the heart of it was going to pass well to the east of both Paradise Island and Cecil's island. However, that still meant that they were in for some heavy weather and a storm surge. Alexey had been right to be concerned.

***

By the time Alph and Alexey had their telepathic exchange, the wind and rain were already beating hard against Cecil's old house. The boys were becoming alarmed at just how hard the wind was blowing against the side of the building. The creaking of the boards in the walls was also not reassuring. Every now and then a palm frond or a tree branch could be seen as it blew by the small window in the main room of the little place that had become their shelter from the storm.

As the only adult present, Tom Allen decided that it was time to act. "We need to get everybody into the storm shelter. We don't know how bad this is going to get, but it's being caused by a hurricane that's going to pass to the east of us. Alexey and Joe; you guys get the storm shelter open and start getting the others into it. Take a Coleman lantern with you so that we can see what we're doing if our flashlights fail. I'll turn everything off here so that there's no chance of an accidental fire breaking out. Get moving! We don't know how much time that we have," ordered the young officer.

It took no urging for all six of the boys to head for the shelter. Only minutes later Tom was huddled with them in the concrete shelter with its strong steel door. Just getting into the shelter, all of them were soaked from the driving rain. They huddled there, not sure of what would come next.

Tom and the others found that Cecil's wife, Mariah had stocked the shelter well. There were some quilts and sheets carefully folded up on a shelf at one end of the shelter. The Captain took them and passed them around to the boys who took them eagerly and wrapped up in them to await the passing of the storm. Outside, the rain continued to come down hard. Large, wind-driven drops beat against the steel door of the shelter sounding every bit like bullets as they repeatedly struck its hard metal surface. The whistling wind whipped in through places around the door where the seals did not quite meet. Altogether, the combined effect was as scary as it was threatening to the little band in the shelter.

Alexey went to Tom and in a very soft voice said, "We need to go back over to the ship. We doubled up the mooring lines, but there are also steel cables there on the pier that we can use to lash the ship to the bollards to make sure that it doesn't part its lines in the storm. Joe and I can do that. Once there, we can take shelter in the concrete block house until the storm is over."

Tom wasn't comfortable having Alexey and Joe make the treacherous trip of 350 yards [320 m] to the other end of the old airplane runway but didn't think there was any other choice. Besides, he also knew that the colony wouldn't want to risk losing the Gaviota in the storm if it parted its mooring lines.

Reluctantly he said, "What you want to do is dangerous as hell, but I can't think of any alternative. Just keep in touch telepathically with A.J. and Chris so that we'll know that you're alright. OK?"

"Don't worry. I will," replied the young hybrid. With that he got Joe and two flashlights and set off for the ship.

***

Over on Paradise Island, Alph and Mark had mobilized everyone that could lend a hand to help close, or put up, the storm shutters. Fortunately, some of the buildings had permanent ones that looked like ordinary shutters when open. That made it not so hard to get them in place before the full fury of the storm hit. Nevertheless, by the time that they were in the "safe room" with its concrete walls, most of them were wet and bedraggled. Rebecca and the other women comforted the smaller children as best that they could as they put a cartoon video on the TV in the room that had become their shelter. Dry towels were soon wrapped around the kids. Their fear and stress died down as they watched the animated adventure as it unfolded on the screen before them while the storm blew outside.

***

Alexey and Joe were pelted by the wind and rain as they struggled to make their way from the storm shelter to the pier at the other end of the old runway. In the driving storm, the only thing that kept them on course was following the line between the concrete edge of the old runway and the sand. Otherwise, they would never have found their way to the pier.

As they rounded the last clump of windblown vegetation and got a good view of the pier, they were dumbfounded by what they saw. Waves were breaking over the seawall at the head of the pier so that they were drenched with water from both the rain and the waves, but it was what was happening on the pier itself that was totally unexpected.

The pier contained removable sections that were about three feet [90 cm] square and at least 18 inches [50 cm] thick made of reinforced concrete. They were designed to be lifted out using a small mobile crane when repairs were needed under the pier. What stopped them in their tracks was the fact that at the moment, those heavy pieces of reinforced concrete were literally bouncing up and down like they were made out of foam rubber. The storm surge had pushed water up under the pier so that the hydraulic pressure was forcing the removable sections of the pier up and out of their positions. The situation made getting to the sloop impossible. It was too late to add metal cables to the doubled up mooring lines of the Gaviota. All that they could do now was take shelter in the old block house at the head of the pier and ride out the storm. Alexey thought back to the house with, A.J., we got to the pier, but there's a problem getting to the ship. We're okay, and going to take shelter in the block house. See you tomorrow morning!

A.J. responded with, You guys be careful and shout out if you have trouble! Alexey said that he would

***

As Captain Allen and the boys huddled in the storm shelter, Chris noticed his ears beginning to hurt. The last time that a hurricane had passed close to Paradise Island, he had ridden it out in the holographic room. Now, in the storm shelter on Cecil's island that was not an option. At first, he thought that he might be able to stand it, but it wasn't long before the pain became more intense than he could stand, with his super hearing.

"I can't stand this pain. That howling is killing me," he hollered out for all to hear. "It's the noise and pressure from the storm. My ears can't take it." He clutched his ears as tightly as he could and was squeezing his eyes shut with tears forming at the corners of them as he rocked back and forth on the bench at one side of the shelter.

Tom Allen quickly grasped the problem as well as the fact that, there in the simple storm shelter, they had no sophisticated equipment that they could use to help Chris. Then, he thought of something simple that might do the trick. Frantically, he searched the shelves at the back of the storm shelter where Mariah Blount had stored foodstuffs to see her family through the worst of a storm. Sure enough, he found a Mason jar that she had used to preserve something that she had "home-canned." Frantically, he unscrewed the lid and pulled out the paraffin that she had used to seal the food in the jar.

Turning to the poor, suffering Chris, he grabbed his hand and shoved the paraffin into it. "Cram as much of this as you can into each ear. It should seal your ears enough so that you can get through the storm," instructed the young Captain.

Chris lost no time in doing as he was told. It was crude, but effective. Almost at once, the boy opened his eyes and Tom could see that he was going to be alright.

"How did you come up with that trick?" hollered A.J. against the whistling wind of the storm, as they all huddled together in the shelter.

"I had to read the story of 'Ulysses' for a class back in college. I remembered how Ulysses used something like that so that he could hear the voice of the Sirens and yet not have his sailing ship end up on the rocks. I thought that it was a neat trick when I first read about it and remembered it when Chris indicated why he was in pain," explained Tom.

"Remind me to read that story once we all get out of this!" exclaimed A.J., before it grew too loud for further conversation.

***

Back at the pier, Alexey and Joe had managed to get the metal door to the block house open. Only the fact that it was on the leeward side of the small building away from the wind made it even possible to do that. Once inside, they secured the door and took stock of what was in the little building. There were a few shelves along one wall and a single metal bed along the other. Evidently, someone had once been stationed here at the head of the pier and been able to sleep "on site". While the bed smelled musty, it was clean and still had a thin mattress on it that appeared to be in good, if long unused, condition. At least they could curl up there and wait out the storm.

Since there was nothing else that they could do, Alexey spoke up saying, "We ought to get out of these wet clothes. It looks like there's a piece of toweling on that shelf that we can use to dry off." With that, he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his soaked tee shirt and shorts.

Joe was trembling as he watched Alexey strip. This was caused by a combination of the chill from being soaked, and his fear of the hurricane that was all around them. He hesitated and just stood there looking at the firm muscles of his slim friend and lover as he toweled off. His eyes were glazed and his lip quivered. He was on the verge of shock.

Alexey moved closer to him, sensing his fear and said, "Let me help you. You need to get out of those wet clothes." The young hybrid took hold of Joe's wet tee shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. He reached down and unfastened his friend's shorts and carefully pulled them down his firm young legs. Then, he wrapped his arms around Joe and held him close with the towel wrapped around them both. This had a calming effect on Joe, and his trembling eased a bit, but not before the contact had cause a stirring in Alexey's loins. Their lips met and what followed was a long passionate kiss. Each could detect the other's heart beating as they stood there for a few minutes with their naked bodies pressed against each other.

In spite of the storm that raged all around them, their closeness caused each to become aroused. It only took a minute or two for both of them to become fully erect. Alexey breathed a soft sigh of relief as he realized that his friend would not be going into shock.

Alexey sank to his knees and took Joe's four inch [10 cm] rock-hard penis into his mouth. The other boy leaned back, moaning, and sank to the metal bed as his lover sucked on his boy-part. This time when his eyes glazed over, it was from sex and not from fear of the storm that raged outside the little block house.

***

Sometime during the night, the storm abated. By morning, it was evident that the storm had passed and the sun came up revealing the damage caused during the night. The removable sections of the pier were still there only now they were scattered all over the pier. It would take a small mobile crane to put them back into place. Mercifully, the Gaviota was still at the pier. Her mooring lines had held throughout the storm. Her only damage was some scraped paint along the side that was against the pier.

After looking at the pier, Alexey and Joe turned and surveyed the landward side for damage. All that they could see were a few downed trees and branches. In spite of the storm's strength, they had been spared the worst of it.

Alexey spoke telepathically to Chris and A.J. saying, We're all O.K. over here and so's the ship. How about you guys over there?

We're fine. Come on over and we'll see what we can do about breakfast, replied A.J.

A few minutes later while Tom Allen worked at fixing breakfast for the boys, Alexey and Joe came through the door of Cecil's old house. Both were naked and carrying their still wet clothes.

Tom laughed and said, "See if there aren't some dry tee shirts and shorts in the sea bag that will fit you two. You both look like you could use some dry things."

About the time that they sat down to eat, there was another telepathic message. This time it was Alph letting them know that they had been spared the worst of it. Apparently, the hurricane had passed further away from Paradise Island than it had from Cecil's island. In addition, he had heard from Andros Island that the farm had also been spared. All of them on all three of the islands were grateful that they had not felt the full force of a direct hit from a hurricane. Hopefully, they had all learned their lesson and would not neglect checking the weather regularly in the days to come. The next time, they might not be so lucky.

Chapter 23
Meeting with the Russians

Lt. Anton Valen scanned the horizon with his binoculars as he felt the salt breeze on his face from the relative wind created by the forward motion of his vessel. As Officer of the Deck on the small Russian submarine Akula, currently sailing on the surface, it was his responsibility to report anything new or strange to the Captain. The young officer was more than halfway through the morning watch, which ran from 4 a.m. to 8 a.m., when he sighted the old lighthouse. It stood there on the tip of the Sörve peninsula at the southern edge of Saaremaa Island. As his boat was about to enter the Gulf of Riga, in accordance with the night orders, he picked up the bridge phone and dialed the Captain's cabin. Almost immediately, Captain Koslov was on the line.
[Technical Note: All submarines are boats and not ships in nautical parlance.]

"Sir, we've sighted the lighthouse," reported Lt. Valen.

"Very well," replied the Captain. "I'll be right there."

It took only a minute or two before the senior officer was standing next to the young lieutenant. Turning to his Officer of the Deck, the Captain ordered, "When the lighthouse is abreast of the boat to port, come to course 090. We'll hold that course for fifteen minutes and then come to course 045. We'll make our rendezvous with the Americans in the harbor at Pärnu at 0900."

"Aye, aye, sir," replied Lt. Valen.

As the boat continued on its course, a wardroom steward brought up tea for the Captain and the OOD. As they sipped the hot amber liquid in the traditional clear glass mugs used for tea in Russia, the two men stood there watching the Eastern sky as it slowly turned cream colored with streaks of rose red. It was going to be a good day for their meeting with the Americans.

***

Pärnu had been a popular beach resort town in Estonia before the alien attack. Unlike a lot of other cities and towns, it had not been heavily damaged in the alien attacks. As a result, a number of survivors had congregated there, as the alien threat had diminished. Whereas it had once had a population of about 40,000, these days little more than a tenth of that were still living in the area. Unfortunately, they also constituted almost the entire remaining Estonian population.

The runway at the local airport was still in good shape. However, the terminal building had taken a direct hit from the aliens and was badly damaged. On schedule, Adrien landed his alien bulk carrier on the runway at the airport on the edge of the city. The main reason that he was piloting the big ship and not a shuttle was to carry a Humvee for the embarked American military personnel from the base outside of Anchorage, Alaska, so that they would have their own transportation when they arrived for their meeting with the Russians. Even with his experience at piloting alien spacecraft, he was always impressed with just how smoothly these big ships handled.

Matt Davis was serving as the co-pilot. Once General Gates and Colonel Lancaster had gotten over the shock of finding out that they had two men with alien "gifts" of their own right there on their base, the two Davis brothers had been warmly welcomed as candidates for flight training. Already, both were developing into good additions to the space flight program that was rapidly becoming the backbone of post-apocalyptic travel and transport.

Fifteen minutes later, the American Humvee was on its way to the beachfront building where the meeting would take place. Knowing that both Adrien and Matt Davis could read minds, the General had ordered the Lieutenant and requested Adrien to accompany the official party to the meeting, while Alexey remained on guard at the airport with the spacecraft.

Always leery, the Russians had asked that their initial meeting be held at Pärnu rather than at St. Petersburg or at their base at Kronstadt or any other truly Russian site. The few Estonians left alive quickly agreed to the meeting on their soil, so here they were looking for ways that the two former rivals might work together, now that it appeared that the aliens were now gone.

***

The small Zodiac type boat carrying the three-man Russian delegation had no trouble making landfall on the beach in front of the seaside park administration building at Pärnu. Valter Siinmaa, the acting mayor of Pärnu, and his Chief of Police met them at the edge of the sand and escorted them to the room where their meeting would take place. As it was their town and they were technically neutrals, the Estonians would provide security around the building where the meeting would take place.

Before the invasion, the room had been used as a conference room and a place where small parties could be held. Somehow, the Estonians had come up with a samovar of hot tea as well as some black bread, butter, and jam. The Russians and the Estonians were standing around the samovar making small talk when the Americans arrived ten minutes later.

The American delegation consisted of Col. Lancaster, Lt. Davis (who was introduced as the Colonel's aide), and Adrien (who was introduced as their 'civilian support').

The Russians, for their part, were comprised of Capt. Koslov, Lt. Valen, and Maxim Petrov, who in turn was introduced as their 'civilian technician'.

This was really just intended to be an exploratory meeting to update both the Russians and the Americans on how things were going with each other and to see if there were areas where they could work together, given the state of the world now that the aliens seemed to be completely gone. With their countries' histories, there was still a lot of mutual distrust to work through between the two former rivals.

Mayor Siinmaa had been a Colonel in the Estonian army prior to the alien invasion. A man of 45, he stood about six feet [1.85 m] tall and tipped the scales at 180 lbs [ [82 kg]. He was trim with a stocky build, while his sandy blond hair was just beginning to turn gray. Like a lot of true military men, he exuded that aura of 'command presence' that let you know that he was a natural leader of men.

Knowing that the Russians and Americans wanted to be alone, he first welcomed them to his city, and then said, "Like many other countries, the alien invasion has reduced my people to a small remnant of what we once were. I have little hope that we will ever again constitute a sovereign nation. However, it is up to Russia and America, working together, to lead what is left of our world in the restoration of civilization as we once knew it. To achieve that goal, you can count on our support. Gentlemen, I leave you to your deliberations while we keep watch over you." With that, he gave a slight bow, and then turned and left the room with his Chief of Police accompanying him.

Captain Koslov was a bear of a man. He stood six ft [ [1.85 m] tall and weighed about 210 lbs [ [95 kg]. At 50, he was balding but otherwise in good shape, with a very hairy barrel chest and a firm body. In his younger days, he had wrestled and lifted weights. More recently, he had been a Naval attaché in Washington and thus spoke excellent English.

Lt. Valen had grown up in the Krasnoobsk suburb of Novosibirsk, the leading city of Siberia. He was 30 at the time of the meeting, stood 5 ft 10 in [ [1.79 m] tall, and weighed about 170 lbs [ [75 kg]. His background was in the intelligence arm of the Russian Navy. He, too, spoke good English. In fact, it was their mastery of English that had led to these two officers heading up the Russian delegation.

Maxim Petrov, the third member of their delegation, was also an English speaker. He was about thirty and had grown up in the St. Petersburg area. His thin, nerdy appearance betrayed the fact that he had an excellent mind. His background lay in the procurement and management of supplies. If this was going to be a successful exchange of information, then it would be up to him to explore what the two countries could do to help each other in areas where supplies were low or nonexistent.

Col. Lancaster, you will recall, was the executive officer at the American base in Alaska while Lt. Davis was one of the few hybrids and altered humans on active duty with the military. If needed, Adrien and Lt. Davis, with their special talents, could read the Russians minds. Alexey, while back at the space ship, was connected to the scene telepathically. Since he was originally from Russia and had the appearance of a child, it was thought best to leave him at the ship and connect him to the meeting telepathically as needed. At the moment, he might cause questions by the Russians that the Americans would rather not answer until they could see how the meeting went. As it was, it was about all that the Russians could handle when Adrien removed his sunglasses and revealed that he was a hybrid.

***

At fourteen, Ivan stood about 5 ft 6 in [ [1.70 m] tall and weighed in at a lean and wiry 135 lbs [ [61 kg]. A member of the Russian minority in Estonia, he had lived in a cave outside of Pärnu for the past two years. He had been alone for the past year, ever since his friend Yuri had left him to find food and had never returned. Ivan had come from a family of fishermen. He had only survived the alien attack because he and Yuri were at sea working with his grandfather at the time of the attack. Unfortunately for his grandfather, when they returned to land and saw all of the destruction, a heart attack did what the alien attack had failed to accomplish. At least the old man had previously told his grandson about the cave where partisans had hidden during the Second World War. Now it was Ivan's turn to use the same cave as refuge from the new enemy. Only this time, it was alien invaders and not an invading human army.

The boy was scrounging for food in the remains of the airport terminal building that morning when he had seen the spaceship land. At first, he thought that it was an alien scouting party looking for more humans for food. With running out of the question, he had hidden in the basement of the building. From there he had found a small window from which to observe the alien craft. He was amazed when the men from America came out and unloaded their Humvee and drove off leaving only what appeared to be one small man (or was it a boy?) behind.

After about an hour, when nothing else happened, Ivan summoned up his courage and approached the craft as it sat there on the tarmac. If the ship was in the hands of men, then he wanted to know how that was and if the alien threat was now over. He was sick of hiding, and existing on fish and whatever he could scrounge.

Unbeknownst to Ivan, Alexey had almost immediately observed the boy on his security monitor. Amused and yet interested, the young hybrid waited until Ivan was close to the spaceship before going out the door on the side of the ship that was away from the boy. Quietly, he came around the ship and confronted the young Russian.

Ivan's first reaction was to run, but the young man facing him was just a kid who was very obviously unarmed. As a result, he just stopped in his tracks and looked at him.

In a calm, steady voice speaking in clear unaccented Russian, Alexey said, "Ne boytes'. ya tozhe Russkiy" [Don't be afraid. I am Russian too.]

Ivan couldn't believe it! He just stood there and shook, as tears started to run down his face. Then his legs gave out and he sank to the tarmac, as the world around him spun and he lost consciousness.

***

When he came to, Ivan was lying on a pallet on a low table inside the spaceship, that Alexey had caused to come up out of the floor. He was still groggy both from hunger and from the shock of the spaceship. However, it was when he looked down and realized that he was inside the spaceship, lying on a table, and was completely naked, that he really began to be afraid. After all, since so many humans had ended up as food for the aliens, he didn't know what to think. When he looked up, he saw the boy who had said that he was Russian, bending over him and wiping down his body with a warm damp cloth.

Sensing his fear, Alexey smiled as he continued to bathe the boy's lean body. Then he said (in Russian), "I took off your clothes so that I could clean you up. You really were dirty! I've got some spare clean clothes here that should fit you."

It had been a year or more since anyone had touched him, much less tried to clean his body. His fear calming down some, Ivan began to breathe a little harder with excitement as he lay there and let Alexey wipe away the dirt and grime. Slowly, against his will, his two and a half inch [6 cm] cock started to grow.

Trying to get something going, Alexey looked down at the boy on the table, whom he also found attractive, and asked, "I have some food in the galley at the back of the ship. I assume that you're hungry or you wouldn't be poking around the ruins of the airport terminal. Would you like a bite to eat?"

Ivan nodded his head in agreement and pushed himself up on one elbow. Alexey looked at the boy's half erect penis and slowly let his hand circle the rising organ with the warm cloth. Carefully, he wiped at imaginary dirt as he effectively began to masturbate the other boy. Ivan hesitated and then let the hybrid boy take the lead. It had been a very long time since Yuri and he had pleasured each other in this way. In spite of how good it felt, thinking of Yuri caused the young Russian to shudder, and a tear ran down his cheek. Sensing his sorrow, Alexey put his arm around the naked boy's shoulder and held him close, as he continued running his hand up and down Ivan's cock. It was only a minute or two, but the peace and bliss that the young Russian felt were something that he had thought he would never know again. Tears were running down his cheeks as he climaxed and went limp in Alexey's arms.

After several minutes, Alexey guided Ivan to where the spare clothes were kept, and found enough clothing to put together an outfit for the boy. In return, Ivan gave Alexey a big hug, murmuring thank-you repeatedly. Then they went to the galley for Ivan's first real meal in a very long time. Afterwards, he and Alexey sat together in the pilot's seat, hugging and kissing, while Alexey brought him up to date as to the state of the world. Grateful as he was, Ivan realized Alexey would be leaving soon. He sighed wistfully, still missing Yuri.

***

The meeting between the Russians and the Americans actually seemed to go quite well, once they accepted the fact that Adrien was a hybrid and was really and truly on the side of the Americans. While cautious and leery as always, the Russians began to realize that the Americans had somehow learned to master a great deal of the alien technology, including their form of space travel. Learning from them, so that the best technology that they had could be used to help to rebuild the motherland, was at the top of their priority list. Additionally, for both countries, exchanging goods that each other needed was equally, if not more, important.

Perhaps the most startling thing was when Col. Lancaster revealed to the Russians that it took an alien, a hybrid, or an altered human to pilot one of the spacecraft that were now in the process of falling into the hands of the remaining Earthlings, as the aliens died off or left the planet.

At first, the Russians didn't believe them and seemed on the verge of stomping out of the room, when there came a timely interruption that was most fortunate.

Adrien got a telepathic message from Alexey saying that he had a 14-year-old ethnically Russian boy-refugee at the space ship. The question was: Did the Russians want to take him with them when they returned to Russian territory?

Adrien turned to the Russians and asked Captain Koslov, "The young man that we left with our spaceship has just given me a message telepathically. A young ethnically Russian orphan boy has come to the ship looking for food. We would like to know if you would be interested in taking him with you to your base. He has been on his own for the past year and is desperately in need of food and shelter."

Well, that did it. The Russians melted and any thoughts of another 'Cold War' vanished. That the Americans would take time out to help an orphan when they had nothing to gain convinced Koslov that there was nothing to fear. When Alexey asked if he could just fly the ship over to where they were meeting rather than them having to drive back and forth to pick up the boy, they readily said yes.

***

Fifteen minutes later the combined Russian and American delegations, along with their Estonian hosts stood outside awaiting the arrival of the former alien spaceship. Fortunately, the beachfront park had a large paved parking area alongside the building where they had been meeting. As they scanned the sky, they saw no sign of any craft in their vicinity. The only thing that they noticed was a slight hissing sound like an engine being shut down, followed by a moment of silence. Then an alien spaceship seemed to materialize right there on the parking lot, not more than fifty yards [45 m] from them, as the craft's cloaking device was switched off. At first alarmed, if the Russians and Estonians had not been told in advance that the Americans possessed a spaceship, they would have been running for cover at the very sight of it!

Just to let other humans know that they were dealing with their own kind and not aliens, General Gates had ordered that all spacecraft now being manned by Americans follow the example of the Paradise Islanders. As a result, painted in dark-blue block letters a foot-high on the side of the spaceship was the word AURORA. Underneath, in smaller red letters, were the words United States of America. Colonel Koslov was not the only one who breathed easier and whose heart stopped racing when he saw the words proudly proclaiming that this was a human spaceship. He turned to Col. Lancaster and Mayor Siinmaa who were standing beside him and said, "Perhaps you know that Aurora is the name of the warship that fired the first shots of the October Revolution of 1917. Before the alien invasion, it was a floating museum in the Neva, in St. Petersburg."

That was when Col. Lancaster said something that really sealed Russian cooperation, "Yes, we chose this name hoping that we could find hybrids or altered humans among the surviving Russian population that we could train as pilots. A ship like this could soon be the backbone of your own Russian fleet. After all, I feel sure that a number of alien craft most likely have fallen into your possession as the aliens have sickened and died. We just hope that we can work together once you have your own pilots."

The door to the ship opened and Alexey came down the ramp with Ivan. The Russians and the Estonians alike were startled. Were there no adults onboard the spacecraft? Was it really that easy to operate?

Alexey looked at Colonel Koslov and said in his clear unaccented Russian, "Dobryy den', polkovnik. Eto Ivan. Ya Aleksey." [Good afternoon, Colonel. This is Ivan. I am Alexey.]

Not only was the Colonel taken aback, but so were the rest of the assembled group. The young hybrid continued in English, "I am originally from Russia but now I live in The Bahamas. Our Bahamian colony is comprised of people from a number of former Earth nations. We have just begun to work with the Americans in Alaska as allies to reclaim what we can of what was once civilization as we knew it. Ours is fast becoming a truly international effort." Ivan glanced at Alexey as he said these things.

Alexey looked from one to another in the assembled group, and then continued. "In answer to your unspoken questions; yes, I am a hybrid and I am older than I look. Otherwise, I could not pilot this spaceship. In answer to your other question; yes, the controls are actually very simple. We just need to find more hybrids, or perhaps, less likely, altered humans who are descended from Earthlings who were taken to the aliens' world generations ago and teach them how to pilot these craft."

Turning to Mayor Siinmaa, he said, "The reason that we brought this bulk carrier and not a smaller shuttlecraft is that we were bringing the Humvee, as well as what you said that you needed most; the load of medical supplies, including the vaccines, are in the storage compartment here on the ship. Do you have people who can unload them here or would you like us to unload them and store them in the park building until you can move them to your local hospital, or wherever they might be needed?"

The mayor just stood there, apparently stunned. Until that moment he must have thought that the Americans had not been serious about helping them with their medical needs. His hand shook as he wiped a tear from his eye and then responded, with his voice cracking, "Tänan teid väga." [Thank you very much.]

Then he continued in English, "You don't know what this means to us. It may very well make the difference between our survival and our extinction as a people. I can't thank you enough. We can unload the medical supplies and vaccines directly into the park building behind me for now. We can move them to the hospital later."

Captain Koslov in turn spoke with Ivan and determined that he would very much like to go with the Russians back to Kronstadt to join the other Russian survivors.

Col. Lancaster interjected, "Captain Koslov, why don't we give you and your men a tour of the ship and you can see for yourself just how simple the controls are? I'm sure that Lt. Davis and Alexey would be happy to show you the ship. Adrien can help the Estonians with the medical supplies."

***

Forty minutes later, everyone was ready to go their own way. The Estonians had the medical supplies that were so desperately needed. They stood beside the park building and waved at the Americans as they boarded their ship for the return flight to Alaska. Both the Russians and the Americans carried with them lists of supplies for which each was looking. It seemed like the beginning of renewed trade between the two countries.

***

The Zodiac sped through the low waves of the harbor as a light breeze stirred up the water. Ivan did not know what to expect except for the fact that it had to be better than what he had known for the past couple of years. Alexey had reawakened something in him, and he hoped there would be young boys such as himself where he was going. Then the black form of the submarine loomed up in the distance as Ivan made out the word АКУЛА [Shark] on the side of the conning tower. Somehow, he felt safe for the first time in a very long time.

Chapter 24
Sex Before Its Time

Just back from his meeting with the Russians, Adrien could hardly wait to see his family. He hurried up the short flight of steps that led to the bungalow that he occupied on Paradise Island along with his wife, Carry, and their son, Michael. Through the large window in the main room of their little house, the boy could see him coming. He yelled to his mother, "Daddy's home!" as he ran out to greet his father.

Adrien marveled every time that he saw the boy. His rate of growth and development was much faster than that of a normal Earth child. He was barely two years old in Earth years, but he was already the size of a boy of six or seven, and had the mental development of someone far older. Like his father, only his solid green eyeballs revealed that he was not completely human.

As he always did when he saw his father coming, Michael projected his thoughts telepathically saying, Daddy, daddy. It's good to have you home!

Adrien reached down and scooped the boy into his arms. Holding him close; there followed a big hug between the father and his child. Home never looked so good.

***

An hour later, Adrien wanted to find something for Michael to do that would leave Carry and him alone so that they could have some time to themselves. After all, Michael, even though he was maturing much faster than a normal Earth child, had not yet been exposed to anything about sex. Their little colony on Paradise Island might be very liberal by some standards, but having sex in front of your child was not one of the things that they did.

Adrien was out in front of their bungalow throwing a ball back and forth with Michael when the twins, Cody and Cole, happened to come by. His cute, nude, 13-year-old brothers-in-law, with their light-brown hair and bright-blue eyes, were planning to go down to the pier to see if they could catch a fish or two. Michael ran over to them and hugged first one and then the other, wrapping himself around them as he did so. The fact that he pressed his body close against each of them was disconcerting to both boys. While each thought for a second about how good it would be to have sex with the younger boy, each banished that thought from their minds. After all, he was Carry's child and, despite his size, he was still their very young nephew. Both knew that he was really only two years old in Earth years, and at this point in his life, knew nothing of sex. If he had been an ordinary Earth child, he would still be little more than a baby. Nevertheless, they had to keep reminding themselves of that fact.

"You're going fishing, aren't you?" asked Michael. Then, as children often do, he added, "Can I come too?"

The twins were fond of Michael and had taken him, as well as some of the other young boys, with them when they had engaged in activities around the island. They looked at each other and then at Adrien as Cody replied, "That's up to your Dad. You'll need to ask him."

He smiled, showing off that cute grin of his as he looked up at Adrien and asked, "Can I go down to the pier with Uncle Cody and Uncle Cole?"

"Are you boys sure that it's alright for him to go with you?" asked the young father.

"Sure, he can come along. We're just going to see if they're biting. We weren't planning on making a day of it. We most likely won't be gone more than an hour," replied Cody as he scratched his bare hip.

Adrien looked from one to the other of the cute, naked boys. Both stood about five foot four [1.60 m] tall and weighed 145 lbs [65 kg]. They were slim with the beginnings of well-defined muscles. Their two and a half inch [6½ cm] flaccid penises stood out from their bodies giving them a half-erect appearance that imparted a naughty note to their otherwise classic good looks.

Michael's father sighed and said, "You can go with them, but you have to mind them when they tell you to do, or not to do, something. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Daddy," replied the boy.

***

Five minutes later, the three naked boys were at the small pier that was nearest to Adrien and Carry's place. It had been built to service fishing boats from the resort hotel and therefore was relatively small. The pier only extended about a hundred feet [30 m] into the relatively protected waters between Paradise and New Providence Islands. While there was still the motion of the water from the surf, it was nothing like it would have been out on the open ocean.

Cody and Cole got out their fishing poles and baited their hooks while Michael watched, fascinated by their actions. They let him scatter some breadcrumbs on the water, hoping to attract a few of the fish that were swimming back and forth beneath the pier, while they prepared a spare pole for him. Each boy was about to take up a position on the dock when Cody stumbled on its raised edge and lost his footing. He floundered for a moment but was unable to recover his balance. There was a loud exclamation of "Oh, crap!" as he fell into the water beside the pier.

He rose to the surface sputtering, coughing, and cursing under his breath before exclaiming, "This is a helluva way to go fishing!" as he wiped the water from his face and eyes, and shook his head to fling the water out of his hair.

Cole and Michael stood on the pier laughing, finding it hard to believe that he had fallen into the water.

Suddenly Michael stood up straight and focused intently on something moving in the water only a few yards beyond where Cody was standing in the chest-deep surf. The younger boy reacted instinctively. Without waiting for either of his young uncles to realize what was happening, he flexed his mind and the young shark in the water was shocked, stunned, and thrown backwards away from Cody. The older boy stood there wide-eyed as he saw the now lifeless three-foot [90 cm] long shark floating upside down on the surface only a few yards from him. Cole quickly bent down and hugged Michael to him, rocking back and forth saying, "Thank heaven you saw that shark. He could have really hurt Cody or maybe even killed him if you had not acted."

Cody hurriedly got out of the water and ran up to the two boys on the pier. He went to his knees with tears running down his face and embraced Michael and Cole muttering over and over again, "Thank you, thank you."

"I think that's enough fishing for today. I'm not interested in having some fish munch on my pecker," said a still-shaken Cody. "Let's go over to our place. We can play a video game or something." With that, they gathered up their fishing gear and headed for the bungalow that the twins called home.

***

Once in the bungalow, Cody wanted to rinse the salt water off his body from his fall into the surf. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower as he hollered to his brother and nephew in the other room, "I'm going to rinse off this salt."

Cole hollered back at him, "Okay. Hey, do you want any help in washing your back like you usually do?"

"I could use some, but is that going to be okay with Michael here?" asked Cody.

"I don't see why not. Besides, he's checking out our collection of video games for now," responded his twin as he looked back at Michael who was already looking at the big TV set in their room and maneuvering the hand controls.

Cole walked into the big tiled bathroom and saw that his brother was standing there under the shower with his cock already standing up with a four-inch [10 cm] erection.

"Well I can see that you're happy! You should take care of that, unless you want help?" said his brother referring to his twin's pecker.

Cody blushed and smiled. Cole reached a hand down and tapped it on its tip. "I was being serious. I'll take care of it if you want," he told him.

His brother just stood there with the warm water cascading over his slim, muscular body. Then his face took on a silly grin and he muttered, "Okay."

Cole started playing with Cody's dick by running his closed hand lightly up and down the hard shaft. This caused it to swell and stiffen even more than it already was. The way that Cole moved his fingers up and down excited his brother more than usual, perhaps because he knew that Michael was only a few feet away in the other room playing a video game on the television set. Cole in turn was fascinated by the fact that he was completely dominating his brother. He could tell that Cody was approaching orgasm as he felt his balls tighten and saw his eyes glaze over as he was totally consumed by sex. Suddenly, the boy rose up on his toes, bracing himself against the wall of the shower for balance. A low extended moan of pleasure followed as he ejaculated a big load of semen. He stood there under the shower breathing hard from his sexual exertion, as Cole slowly ceased to stroke his cock.

Cody pulled his brother close to him so that they were pressed up against each other as the water continued to run down over their naked bodies. He whispered in Cole's ear, "I love to feel your hand gripping my cock when you're jacking me off." This was followed by a passionate lingering kiss between the twins as they caressed each other's bodies.

Slowly, they became aware of someone watching them. The brothers turned their faces in the direction of the doorway and saw Michael standing there looking at them with a puzzled expression on his young face. Their young, naked, hybrid-nephew had an obvious erection of his own, as he stood there beginning to tremble. They could sense that he was both confused and unsure of what was happening.

"Uncle Cody, Uncle Cole, you forget that I can tell what people are thinking. What you were thinking just now was so strong that I couldn't help but hear you. I can tell that you were doing something that you really like, but I don't know what it is. My 'willy' is standing straight up and got very hard from overhearing what you are feeling. What's happening to me?" exclaimed a very distraught Michael, as he stood there, shaking and scared, with tears beginning to run down his young face.

The twins were stunned. Moving back into the living room, they just stood there dripping, unsure of what to do next. They had not planned on involving their young nephew in sex. They had not known just how powerful his telepathic abilities were. In fact, the first thoughts that crossed their minds were, Oh crap, what's Adrien going to think? and Just how pissed is he going to be?

As it was, they were about to find out. There was a loud bang as the door to their bungalow was flung open and Adrien stormed into the room. He wore only an old pair of cut-offs and a torn tee shirt. His normally dark green eyeballs showed streaks of gold and seemed to glow menacingly. His muscled chest heaved in and out from the exertion stemming from his all-out run over here from his own quarters where his time with Carry had been interrupted. It was obvious that he was more than just pissed. It wasn't lost on the twins that telepathic cries from his son must have reached all the way to his father in the other building.

"Michael was playing in the other room and we didn't realize that he would hear us. We didn't mean to have sex in any way where he would know what we were doing," cried Cody, his voice cracking as tears started to run down his own face. Cole just stood there speechless, shaking, and saying nothing. Both were wide-eyed with disbelief in what they had done without thinking.

"Michael is too young to be exposed to sex without any explanation of what it is. He's been traumatized by absorbing your thoughts during sex. He's not the same as an ordinary Earth kid. It's like you hit him over the head with a brick! How could you two be so thoughtless?" exclaimed an angry Adrien, as he yelled at the twins.

In evidence of his frustration, he flung his arm out away from Cody and Cole. There was a loud crash as the mirror over the dresser on the opposite side of the room was smashed by the sheer force of his thoughts as though it had been hit with a hammer.

Adrien swallowed hard and got down on his knees, wrapping Michael in his arms. The boy flung his arms around his father's neck with tears running down his face, while his father slowly began to regain his composure. Tears streaked Adrien's face as he stood up, shaking as he held Michael in his arms.

He tried hard to get himself under control. Turning in the direction of the twins, he said very slowly and as calmly as he could manage, "I'm sorry. You didn't know how sensitive Michael's telepathic abilities are. We just need to help him learn what you were doing in terms that he can understand. I don't know how soon he'll be in puberty or if he already is. I was older physically than he is now but with hybrids, it's no more certain when it will happen than it is with Earth kids. It just happens sooner than it would for boys like you. Come here. I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I can see that I need to teach you how to shield your thoughts from those of us with telepathic powers."

The still wet naked twins ran up to Adrien and wrapped their arms around his middle, hugging him and crying. This caused both Adrien and the oddly inert Michael to cry some more as well. The four of them stood there in a big group embrace while they let all of the conflicting emotions drain from them. It was a few minutes before they could all stop crying and start to figure out what needed to be done next.

***

Mark Gordon was waiting for Adrien at the infirmary, which was located in his home, when he arrived, still carrying Michael in his arms. Trauma patients were not something that the young doctor had treated since leaving his residency back in Tennessee, but by now, he had learned to deal with whatever problem presented itself in the colony that needed his help.

Adrien came into the examining room and gently laid his son on the table. By now, the boy was calm and relaxed, but Adrien could sense that he was still confused and upset from his recent experience. Getting a medical opinion was the best thing to do at this point.

Cody and Cole trailed after him still sniffling and moaning about how they had not meant to harm the boy. Moments later, Carry came running into the room. She was also distraught with tears running down her cheeks as she muttered over and over, "My baby, my baby!"

It took some effort, but Mark finally managed to get all of them out of the examining room by telling them that he had to examine Michael. He took Adrien aside and was briefed on what had happened. Then he went in to examine the hybrid boy who lay motionless on his table.

It didn't take much to realize that the boy had been traumatized. The young doctor examined the inert form on the table and then administered a sedative. As soon as Michael was sleeping peacefully, he went out to the assembled family. Carry was sitting on a sofa with Adrien at her side. His arm was around her as he tried to comfort her. She seemed calmer but still sniffled from time to time as she rocked back and forth. The twins were still shaking somewhat as a few remaining tears ran down their cheeks. At least they had settled down into chairs to wait for the doctor to emerge. Mark debated with himself as to whether or not the whole bunch would benefit from sedatives.

As it was, he took a deep breath and said, "I gave Michael a sedative. He's sleeping peacefully. I think that it would be best if he spent the night here. In the morning, when he's rested, I can talk to him and we can see what we need to do to make him understand what he's seen. My first thought is that Adrien and Michael may need to link up telepathically and have the father-son talk that's part of most boys' growing up. I know it's early in his life, but we know that hybrids mature faster than Earth boys do. It may be best to go ahead and explain the basic facts of life to him. Transferring your sexual knowledge to the boy telepathically might just be the answer."

Carry and Adrien looked dumbfounded. They had not thought of their young son as being anywhere near ready for the 'birds-and-bees' talk.

"Carry, let me give you something to help you sleep. Adrien can take you home. There's nothing further that you can do here. I'll be close by if by chance he were to awaken. However, that's going to be highly unlikely."

With that, and a few more words of encouragement, the still upset mother and father, as well as the twins, left for their respective quarters. Mark Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to take one more look at his patient as he thought to himself; The things that we get ourselves into around here.

***

All was quiet during the night. When he looked in on Michael, Dr. Gordon saw only a sleeping child on the single bed at one side of the examining room; a light coverlet rose and fell with his steady breathing. Perhaps everything will work itself out, thought Mark, as he returned to his own bed, which he shared with his wife, Rebecca.

***

It wasn't until morning that he realized something had happened during the night. When he went in to check on Michael, he saw that the boy was already sitting up on the side of the bed, facing away from him. From the back, it was not immediately obvious that he was any larger than when he had been sedated the evening before.

"Michael, how are you feeling?" asked the doctor calmly, so as not to startle his patient.

The boy stood up, turned, and faced Mark. It was then that the doctor noticed the changes; Michael had grown during the night. He now stood about four feet [1.20 m] tall and must have weighed about 100 lbs [45 kg]. There was even a hint of muscles in his lean naked torso as he stood there. However, it was his package that had changed the most. His flaccid penis was now about two inches [5 cm] long and there was a slight fringe of dark hair visible above it. In addition, his testicles had grown noticeably bigger as well. The trauma must have triggered a hormone surge in the boy. Mark just stood there dumbfounded wishing that he knew more about what to expect physically as well as mentally when it came to hybrids.

***

Adrien and Carry were back at the infirmary early that morning. Mark Gordon greeted them at the door when he heard them coming. He had them sit down and explained to them that the trauma had evidently caused Michael to enter puberty prematurely. By the time that he finished talking to them, they sat there wide-eyed and on the verge of shock.

After a few moments, Adrien broke the tension by saying, "We want to see our son."

Mark escorted the two of them into the examining room where Michael was sitting on the edge of the single bed that occupied one side of the room. The boy stood up and faced his parents. There was a sharp intake in their breathing as they saw their now older son. Slowly they took in the changes that had occurred overnight. While they both knew that Michael had been growing faster than the average Earth child, neither had expected that this could happen so quickly.

Mark looked from one parent to the other and, as calmly as possible said, "Adrien, you need to link up with Michael and explain the basic facts of life to him. I know that it's early by Earth standards, but being a hybrid yourself, you can understand better than anyone how this can happen, and the need that has now presented itself."

Adrien and Carry stood there for a moment holding hands and letting what he had said sink in. Then Adrien kissed his wife tenderly, and nodded in agreement with Mark. Carry blinked back a tear and said, "Alright." She walked over to Michael, and hugged him for a long time as she murmured her love for him before turning and walking back out of the room. Mark followed her, leaving the boy and his father alone.

Adrien walked over to his son and embraced him. He stood there holding him tightly in his arms as he and the boy shared, telepathically, all of his accumulated knowledge of sex and growing up, just as many an Earth boy had learned from his own father. As they stood there linked mentally, a soft blue glow seemed to radiate from the two of them. Thirty minutes later, they emerged from the room to where Carry and Mark were waiting.

Michael spoke to his mother saying, "Now I understand. I'll be alright now, Mother. Let's go home. I'm starved." Then he turned to Mark and said, "Thank-you for your help, Doctor."

Mark stood beside the door and watched as the three of them walked out into the morning sunlight. He gave a sigh as he thought to himself; I certainly hope that not all puberty cases involving hybrids are this traumatic!

***

Adrien stood in the doorway and watched Michael as he devoured the meal that Carry had prepared for him. That boy sure can eat; he thought, as he watched him down a second helping of the casserole that his mother had fixed especially for him.

There was a knock at the front door. He opened it to find Cody and Cole standing there. Both looked more than a little ill at ease and unsure of how much their brother-in-law had forgiven them for their actions of the previous day.

"Come on in," said Adrien gesturing for them to enter. "I just wanted to take a few minutes to teach you how to shield your thoughts from one of us who have telepathic powers so that we won't have anymore 'accidents' like we had yesterday. Are you guys OK with that?"

Both boys nodded their heads as they muttered, "Yes." Then Cole added, "We need to know how to do that."

"You just need to focus on something other than what you are doing. I've found that thinking really hard about the sea breaking over a rocky shore is the best way to throw someone off who has telepathic powers. Even if you are having sex and there's a chance that someone like me is going to hear your thoughts, think hard about the waves breaking on the rocks. That image even goes along with what you're doing and shouldn't interrupt your passion. What do you say? Do you think that would be something that you could do? It might very well make all the difference, if you don't want to share your passion with just anyone," replied Adrien.

The twins looked at each other sheepishly and then at their brother in-law. Cody was the first to speak answering, "Yes; that should be easy enough for us to do. We'll just need to try it when you, or someone with telepathic powers, are close by to make sure that it works for us."

"OK. Then why don't you go in there and join Michael. I think that Carry has enough of that casserole left to feed the two of you in addition to him. Of course, that assumes that he doesn't eat all of it first."

Moments later, the three boys were talking and laughing as they enjoyed the food. Adrien breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that yesterday was the last time that, as a father, he would have to deal with a crisis of that nature.

Chapter 25
Transitions

Quaid opened the door of the space shuttle and lowered the boarding steps. He scanned the area for signs of life and found none. The large one story almost square concrete building that faced him across the parking lot where he and Derrik had landed looked solid but uninhabited. Nothing indicated that there was anyone alive in there. If it were not for his alien powers, he would have dismissed it as just another abandoned building and moved on as he searched the area. As it was, he knew that there were at least twenty other humans in there who shared his background. Like him, they had grown up on the alien world as the descendants of Earthlings who were long ago abducted from this world and had been bred to serve on that world.

Before the alien invasion, this had been a telephone communication center for an opinion research company. After the invasion, the white aliens had taken it over to use as their own communications center for planetary operations, once they had realized that it held the communications equipment that they needed. That meant that they would not have to over tax the mother ship's resources. The fact that it had somehow escaped destruction during the invasion just made their decision to use it that much easier. Conveniently, there happened to be a wholesale food warehouse nearby that they could use to supply food for those humans who were staffing the center. Two former motel buildings in the area completed their needs for housing.

Quaid went down the steps and out onto the pavement of the parking lot, while Derrik observed from the shuttle's pilot seat. Quaid used his telepathic powers to communicate with the exiles in the building, telling them in their native language, I am Quaid, from the mother ship. All of the masters from our world who were onboard are dead. I am the last survivor from that ship.

We are descended from the people of this planet. The humans here who have survived are asking us to join them in restoring their civilization to the level that was here before the insectoids destroyed it and killed off or consumed most of the population. If you want a new life here, where you can be part of the main stream of society and not treated as an inferior minority, then come out and let us talk. They have a settlement in a warmer part of this planet where they are offering us food and shelter, and the opportunity to start new lives.

There was a long period of silence while Quaid just stood there in the parking lot with Derrik in the space shuttle behind him and the communications center in front of him. Slowly the door to the center opened and a man came out. He stopped for a moment and looked around to be sure that Quaid was alone. Sensing that the man was aware of Derrik in the ship, and a native of this planet, Quaid assured him that Derrik was his friend. Then the man began walking a little hesitantly toward the young descendant of the Mayas of Central America.

In contrast with Quaid, the man who had emerged from the phone center looked very northern European. In fact, if the average Earthling had passed him on the street, they would have assumed him to be from one of the Nordic countries. He stood about six feet [1.80 m] tall with blue eyes and ash-blond hair. He appeared fit with a slim, muscular build. Quaid judged him to weigh about 170 lbs [77 kg]. He looked to be in his mid-20s, but with the anti-aging machine, Quaid knew that he was most likely considerably older.

"My name is Kar-El," said the man in a deep voice. "We have been holding out here for some time now. We had come to realize that our masters were dead. Fortunately, we have been able to live off the food that we have stored here, but it is now running low. Not one of us has any reason to return to our home world. Living on a world where we could be part of society and not living on the fringe of it is something of which we have all dreamed. It is also beginning to get cold here and we are not sure what the cold season on this world will bring. So tell me about these others that you say are the people from whom our ancestors came."

In response, Quaid asked, "Would you like for me to come into your building and discuss it with you or would you like to come aboard my ship?"

"Why don't you come into the center with me," replied Kar-El. As the two of them slowly began to walk back to the building, Quaid sensed that more of his kind were waiting there and feared that they might die on this world. He smiled to himself knowing that this meant that they could be convinced to come with them to Florida or The Bahamas and a new life on Earth.

***

General Gates had decided that the time was now right for his command to move south. The settlement that was growing up around Mobile and Pensacola seemed to offer that opportunity. Once he had made the command decision to make the move, it was just a matter of working out the details, and deciding which military personnel should remain in Alaska, and who should transfer to the former Navy base at Pensacola.

As soon as the renovation of the Base Commander's house was finished, he took up residence there along with his ward, Randy Oster and his ward's friend, Jimmy Benton. To anyone but the three of them, it looked like Alan Gates was the picture of compassion as he shared his home with the two orphan boys. However, between the three of them, they knew that it was a lot more than that.

***

That first night in Florida found all three of them excited by the move. For the first time in a very long time, warm humid night air made air conditioning welcome. As the general looked out the window of his quarters, it was the sight of a palm tree in the yard rather than a fir or spruce that brought it home to him that they were no longer in Alaska.

When he heard footsteps behind him, he turned and caught sight of Randy coming into the room. He was followed by his friend Jimmy, whose relationship with Randy had blossomed to the point that the former actor had recently informed Derrik and the others back on Paradise Island that he wanted to make permanent his stay with Randy and the General.

Fourteen-year-old Randy stood about 5 ft 6 in [1.70 m] tall and weighed about 135 lbs [60 kg]. Jimmy was as tall as his friend was but at thirteen was a few pounds lighter. Both boys were naturally lean and wiry. They stood there looking shyly at Alan Gates as Randy spoke, "We've had enough for one day. We're going to take a shower. Come in when you're through here and join us for a little fun."

The general was now forty-seven years old. Before the alien invasion, he had kept his 5 ft 10 in [1.80 m] frame in shape by running. He was looking forward to being able to resume that pastime now that they were in a warmer climate and free of the alien menace. Over the past three years, he had been confined to the base's underground gym, but he had still managed to maintain his weight at a trim 175 lbs [79⅓ kg]. For a man of his age, he looked good. Since Randy had been living with him, and now Jimmy, he had come to think of them as his sons and they of him as their father. However, theirs was hardly the typical father/son relationship.

***

Alan closed the notebook on his desk and turned out the lights as he headed toward the master bedroom. As he entered the room, he could hear the water from the big shower in the bathroom. It was one of those shower stalls large enough that Jimmy and Randy could easily fit together in, with room to spare. Both of the handsome naked boys looked at him with sly grins on their faces as they gestured for him to join them. Each of them had pieces of soap in one hand and began to wash the other's slim, muscular body.

The general lost no time in stripping off his clothes and stepping into the warm cascade of water. He reached out his arms and took both of them in one big embrace. They had done this often enough back in Alaska so that they knew just what he really wanted. Each of the boys ran one hand down Alan's sides with one closing his free hand around the older man's cock while the other fondled his balls. As they explored his body, they ran the tips of their tongues over his erect nipples and then sucked tenderly at them. The general moaned softly and responded by using each hand to stroke both boys' cocks at the same time. The three of them just stood there with the warm water running over their bodies while they were lost in that wet pleasure that only comes with shower sex.

They could have remained there and reached their individual climaxes, but tonight, in celebration of their new home, the boys had decided to give Alan a surprise. Each in his turn kissed him long and passionately and then pulled away from him. They grabbed towels on the way back to the bedroom and starting toweling themselves off in anticipation of more sex to come.

The general didn't know what 'his' boys had planned, but he always enjoyed their sexual games. He turned off the water and dried himself off in the bathroom. Still naked, he followed Randy and Jimmy in the direction of the bedroom.

When he reached the door of the room, there was Randy on his knees on the bed, bent over with his elbows resting on the bed, with his firm, young, and very inviting butt up in the air. The boy smiled and motioned the older man toward him. Jimmy stood beside the bed fondling his hard four-inch [10 cm] cock while looking sheepishly at Alan.

The general didn't have to be offered the boy's waiting hole more than once. He stroked his own hard five-inch [12.7 cm] penis as he slowly approached Randy from behind. He let his erection slide playfully over the boy's pink rosebud a few times, and then he entered him slowly so as to ease his way past the resistance of the lad's sphincter. There was a momentary flash of pain across Randy's young face and then his eyes glazed over as the pleasures of anal sex enveloped him.

Kneeling on the bed, Alan moved in and out finding a rhythm of his own as he enjoyed sex with Randy. As he did that, Jimmy came up behind him and ran his teenager's cock up and down the general's ass. Then, he slowly entered the older man. Alan gasped and then moaned as he felt the boy's stiff penis slip inside of him. Jimmy fell into step with him so that both of them were thrusting with one fluid motion.

Alan had never before had such sexual pleasure. The three of them remained linked like that for at least five minutes before first the man and then the boys climaxed with what was probably the most intense orgasms that any of them had ever had up until that point in their lives. Exhausted and breathing hard, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a big naked tangle of arms and legs.

After another shower, they all piled naked into the king-sized bed where they had just had sex, only this time it was for sleep. With a naked boy snuggled against him on either side, Alan thought that heaven itself couldn't get any better than this.

***

Malachi Stein hated the name 'Malachi.' He didn't mind being Jewish and thus different from most of the other boys and girls in his school in the small town where he grew up. However, he didn't see any need to emphasize the difference. As a result, sometime during junior high school, he had become 'Marty.' After that, he successfully blended in at school and even college. The day that he turned twenty-one, he filed the legal paperwork to change his name to 'Martin Stone.'

After he had obtained his degree in hotel management, he decided to work towards a commission in the Army. He had concluded that he could use the experience that he would gain from managing base facilities, that included things like the base exchange and the BOQ*, before hopefully landing a job with a major hotel chain. Getting stuck at a remote base in Alaska had not been part of his plan, but by the time of the invasion, he had learned to make the best of it. *[Bachelor Officers' Quarters, ed.]

Now that General Gates was moving his headquarters south to Pensacola, Marty saw possibilities in renovating one of the smaller seaside hotels or motels either on the Gulf Coast or in The Bahamas that could serve as a getaway for the surviving military and civilian populations. After all, there was only so much hardship and doing without that a body could take.

As soon as the general had things up and running at the old Navy base, Marty requested a meeting with the general and presented his plan. Wanting to improve morale amongst both the military and civilian populations, General Gates gave him permission to scout the area around Pensacola and, after securing Derrik's permission, Nassau as well, to see if there was a property that would lend itself to renovation for the purposes of a getaway destination. His only restriction was that the property chosen shouldn't be too big, or requiring too much in the way of renovation to be made usable, in what was already being referred to as the 'Reclamation.'

***

A week later, Marty disembarked from one of the space shuttles that was making what was by now a routine run from Pensacola to Paradise Island. He stood there in the sun beside the craft, squinting as he took in the swaying palms just beyond the old helipad. The big concrete slab was located just the other side of the larger of the two settlements that Derrik and his friends had established on the island. Only recently had it become the main landing spot for the shuttles that were slowly becoming the principal form of air transportation in this part of the world.

Since Marty had never been to the island before, Adrien met the shuttle personally, along with A.J., who was going to serve as his guide while he looked at some of the abandoned hotels and resorts on the island. Scanning the area, he felt his idea of refurbishing one as a getaway for the American survivors, who were now resettling the area around Pensacola, Mobile, and more recently Biloxi, seemed more promising than ever.

The young officer had at least met Adrien once or twice, when he had spent the night at the BOQ that he now ran on the base at Pensacola, and had no trouble recognizing him. Indeed, who would, given his gymnast's build and intensely green eyes. The kid with him was something else, though. The boy looked to be about fourteen or fifteen. A good-looking kid, he was around 5½ ft [1½ m] tall and weighed about 120 pounds [55 kg] or so. His light brown hair framed a handsome face. However, the wrap-around sunglasses he wore seemed a little out of place to Marty. Still, the kid seemed to have a good, firm body, although it was a little hard to tell from the almost shapeless tee shirt and board shorts that he wore.

"Good to see you again, Marty. This is A.J. He will be serving as your guide while you're here on Paradise Island," said Adrien, as he warmly shook the young officer's hand.

A.J. also stuck out his hand and shook with the man saying, "Nice to meet you, sir."

Sensing Marty's surprise at having only a teenaged boy as his guide, Adrien added, "I'm sure that you are aware that our settlement here is comprised mostly of kids. A.J. is about the same age that I am, and one of the few humans who was given a special gift by the white aliens when they were still posing as our friends. Similar to me, he has what is called 'sight beyond sight.' He can see in the dark and through a cloaking field, if needs be. The main difference between us is that hybrids like me age differently than humans."

Then, turning to his friend, he said, "Perhaps, you should share with Marty what makes you stand out from others with 'special gifts' so that he might better understand what we mean.

For a brief moment, A.J. looked a little embarrassed by the request, and then he reached up and removed his wrap-around sunglasses. Marty Stone struggled to keep his face emotionless when he saw that the boy's eyeballs were completely black. As it was, there was only a momentary shudder, which passed through his body unnoticed. He had thought that Adrien's green eyeballs, while highly unusual, were sort of attractive. These solid black eyeballs had an almost demonic appearance. The unbidden thought passed through his mind that this seemed like an island of magical boys.

"Well, if A.J. doesn't mind working with someone who's also from a minority group, we should get along fine," replied Marty, as a big grin formed on his face.

"What do you mean?" asked a somewhat flustered A.J.

"I'm Jewish and there probably aren't many more of us left than there are of you guys with 'special gifts' or even 'hybrids' for that matter," explained the young officer.

A.J. grinned back at him. Both relaxed inwardly. They were going to get along fine.

Suddenly, Marty was distracted by the sound of children playing. Two boys about ten years of age came running by tossing a ball back and forth between them as they went by. That normally would not have caused much of a stir except for the fact that both kids were naked. The young man reminded himself that this was not the Gulf Coast of the United States anymore and that all of the things that he had heard, about the kids going around nude here in The Bahamas, must have been more than just talk.

***

A.J. drove Marty over to the beachfront in a golf cart. They toured one after another of the abandoned hotels and resorts that dotted the island. Some were too big and some too damaged to be used as a retreat for the Gulf Coast colonists. Marty was beginning to despair of being able to find a place that would fit his needs.

However, late in the day they stopped at what had been a nice little exclusive resort that was located on one of the most spectacular beaches that the young officer had ever seen. The property had been a truly relaxing retreat that had specialized in privacy for its publicity shy guests. It was composed of low-key but luxurious accommodations. The twenty buildings that comprised it surrounded a large saltwater pool, which was fed by the small, private, secluded pools at each one of the individual villas. Each villa contained from one to five bedrooms. They had offered all the comforts of home to their guests, while still providing all the luxury amenities that the guests had expected of a 'five-star' resort. Tropical gardens, tranquil pools and breathtaking ocean views had given the guests the impression that they were staying at their own private estate free from the prying eyes of the paparazzi. Fortunately, the aliens had not damaged the resort. Unfortunately, it had not been occupied since then and needed work in order to bring it back into service.

Marty stood there with A.J. and took in the layout of the abandoned resort. His mind clicked as he mentally calculated what it would take to put the place back into operation. He would look at other places on Paradise Island as well as on New Providence, but this place already had him hooked.

Adam looked at the beach as the surf slowly rolled in and out. It was a lovely day with only a few low clouds in the azure sky. The warm sun was already approaching the western horizon so that the water appeared to be indigo in color. Turning to the young officer, he said, "How would you feel about a swim? This is supposed to be one of the best beaches on the island. Besides, we have plenty of time to visit other sites tomorrow."

Marty hesitated for only for a moment. A short swim on this lovely beach, here in The Bahamas, would be a welcome change even if he did have a good beach back there in Pensacola. How long had it been since a visitor swam here, was the thought that crossed his mind as he turned toward the water that lapped the white sand before him.

"Sure, why not?" he replied.

A.J. didn't wait for Marty. He took off his sunglasses, peeled off his T-shirt, and slipped off his board shorts as he ran down the beach toward the water. After all, he reminded himself, he had only worn them to be polite. He wore no underwear. He dove into the shallow water of the incoming wave. As he broke the surface, he turned to see Marty struggling to take off his shoes and socks. However, it was only moments later that the young soldier's one-piece jump suit and boxers were being tossed on the pristine white sand of the beach. As he entered the water, the second wave caught Marty off balance and he went down. A.J. scrambled to help him up. Both stood there as the shallow water ran back out toward the open sea.

Marty had always hidden it well, but the sight of a naked, firm-bodied teenage boy only a few inches from him aroused him in all the ways that his traditional Jewish upbringing had denied. No matter how much he tried, there was nothing that he could do to keep himself from having an erection.

In his turn, A.J. found the young officer attractive. Marty was one of those Jewish men who have a lot of thick, dark body hair and a package that is practically a forest with his cock barely visible as it protruded from all that hair. His firm, well-muscled body was thus masked from the full view of the boy; even his enhanced vision couldn't penetrate the dark denseness. Once A.J. saw the man's hard cock, however, he decided that a little exploration was in order.

As the surf washed over them, the man and the boy ran their hands over each other's body and massaged each other's hard cock. It was then that Marty knew that he had found what he had been looking for, not just for the moment, but also for his whole life.

***

After the interlude on the beach with young A.J., Marty realized that the other rumors about the boys on Paradise Island were probably also true. He was having second thoughts about his resort renovation project. He knew that many of the vacationers would frown on the nudity and gay lifestyle they were bound to be exposed to while on the island. He needed to locate another resort somewhat further away from the existing settlements on Paradise Island. Most likely, something on New Providence would do. There, he could run his primary resort for the majority of people who were seeking respite, while at the same time reserving this place on Paradise Island for his 'special' guests, who would appreciate the privacy and definitely more relaxed lifestyle. Little did he know at this point, but the general would become one of his regular visitors, once word got around.

Chapter 26
Adjusting to a New World

Alan Gates sat behind the desk in his office at the old Naval Base at Pensacola and, for the third time, read through the report on the debriefing of the humans that the aliens had brought with them to Earth. By carefully piecing together what they had said, and researching the logs from the mothership, the team that he had assigned to the task had been able to figure out the location of the aliens' home planet.

Everything pointed to the stellar constellation known to Earth as Zeta Reticuli. It's about 12 parsecs, or 39 light years from our world. Actually, it's a binary system having two stars in it, Zeta1 Reticuli and Zeta2 Reticuli. More importantly, the fourth planet in that system is the home world of what Gates, as well as his people, had been calling the white aliens.

The report also stated that the aliens called their world Drahna. Gates mulled that over for a moment and then thought to himself, In that case, I guess that we ought to start calling them Drahnians.

It was still early in the day, but as the commanding general, he knew that there was no one to object if he took a few liberties now and then. He opened the locked bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniels that he always kept there for 'special occasions.' Pouring himself a shot of the amber liquid, he thought to himself, I guess we'll have to come up with an acronym for 'human from Zeta Reticuli.' I think that I'll give that one to Col Lancaster to come up with a recommendation. Somehow, I don't think that those humans want to be called 'Zetans,' even if that's not what they would call themselves in their native language.

Relaxing back in his chair, the General slowly took a sip of the whiskey. He held it in his mouth, savoring the flavor, and slowly swallowed. As always, it tasted good. Somehow, he knew that this was going to be a good day.

***

Kar-El was fascinated with this part of his new planet, which the natives referred to as Earth. It was nearly as warm as the region where he had lived on his home planet of Drahna, which orbited the binary system that the Earthlings called Zeta Reticuli. Mainly, what he found different here was the high humidity and how everything was so lush and green. Then, in addition, there was that constant reminder in the night sky. After all, there was only one moon above this world.

Quaid, and the Earthlings that Kar-El had met here since coming to this base, which was on the shore of what they call the Gulf of Mexico, kept saying that he and the others like him were descended from people who had been natives of this planet but had been abducted in years gone by. They told him that he looked like he was descended from the people of some place that they called northern Europe, wherever that was.

Kar-El stood about six feet [1.80 m] tall with blue eyes and ash blonde hair and appeared fit with a slim, muscular build. As Earth measures weight, he weighed about 170 lbs [80 kg]. While he looked to be in his mid-20s, the reality was that he had been kept physically young by the masters on his home world. Despite the beneficial effects of the anti-aging machine, he knew that he was considerably older than he looked.

Kar-El walked up to the desk at the BOQ, got his key, and went to his room. When he opened the door, Haines was already there. Haines was his son. Their appearance made them look more like brothers due to the anti-aging technology to which both the father and the son had been subjected. While Kar-El's true age was about 45 in Earth years, Haines' was 20 but he looked like he was barely 16. Again, this was due to the anti-aging treatments.

The masters on his home planet had taken plants, animals, and reptiles from many planets during their long years of space exploration. However, according to his family's lore, Kar-El's grandfather, Karl, for whom he was named, had been 'abducted by Drahnian space explorers when he was trying to flee Dutch land during the Nazi regime in the 1930s.' His mother, Kar-El's great grandmother, had been from a Jewish family. By Nazi standards, that made Karl a half-breed and someone that they would have called a 'mutt' if we translated into English the German word that they would have used at that time. Kar-El knew this lore, but much of it he didn't understand.

Haines had just come out of the shower and stood there naked, using a towel to finish drying his own ash blonde hair. With eyes that, being an intense aquamarine, were a little darker than his father's were, by any standard he was good-looking. His body was slim with well-defined muscles. His package, consisting of a three-inch [8 cm] flaccid penis and ball sack, was crowned by a tuft of short light-brown pubic hair that contrasted with the lighter shade of hair on his head. On seeing him, the average Earthling would have been reminded of the Greek god, Adonis.

Kar-El had been thinking about something for several days now. The lore his father and grandfather had passed down of their family's history was beginning to make sense. Turning to his son, Kar-El said, "I want to start calling myself by my grandfather's name. I was named for him, but his name was Karl, not Kar-El, as he was called by the masters; and our last name is Haber. From now on, I'm going to be Karl Haber. I think that you should be called Hans and not Haines. Hans was my father's real name. Our family came from a city called 'Bray-Men' in a country on this planet that he said was called 'Dutch land.' Someday I would like to visit there, just to see the place from which our family came."

His son looked him straight in the face and smiled softly. He could tell how strongly his father felt about this. He reached out and, though still naked, embraced his father. "Let's do it," the newly re-named Hans said. "I think that it makes us really a part of this world; the world that our family once called home and which now we can claim as well."

***

Karl and Hans had been temporarily assigned to work with Marty Stone at the BOQ until Command could determine how best to absorb them into the Gulf Coast Colony. Neither one had any background or interest in agriculture. As a result, it made no sense to assign them to any of the farms that were being developed locally, where the survivors had started working to grow their own food. In any event, the American military wanted to conduct more tests before inviting them to consider becoming pilots, their next most likely occupation.

That first morning at the BOQ, both Marty and the two former residents of Drahna sat down to see what they could do to work together. All three were uncomfortable at the prospect, but knew that it was the only viable solution to the refugee problem.

Marty, congenial as always, broke the ice by saying, "I can really use more help in running the BOQ and the recreational areas that go with it. We're operating this place as a 'getaway' for both the military and civilian personnel so it's important that we have good quality and inviting recreational facilities. Do you guys have a background in anything other than communications center operations?"

Karl and Hans squirmed slightly in their chairs as they tried to think how best they could be of help to Marty in the operation of the BOQ.

Hans spoke up first. "I was a swimming instructor and what I think that you call a 'life guard' where I came from. I could be of help with those things assuming that you have a pool or a beach as part of your complex."

"That would be great!" exclaimed Marty. "I could use someone to take charge at the pool who has a background in swimming pool safety and operations. The only thing is that you look like you're only a young teenager. Are you really so young? I understand that it was standard procedure for the aliens to treat their human subjects in some way that kept them from aging."

Hans blushed slightly before replying, "Yes, I am really 20 Earth years old. Unless I receive regular anti-aging treatments, I will begin to age in a few months as the effects of the treatments wear off. It would take me a year or so to reach my true age. Would that be a problem?"

"No, I don't think so. In the meantime, we can let people know that you're actually older than you appear to be. Most Earthlings will be fascinated by that fact and won't hold it against you. As a matter of fact, they'll probably want to know what they can do to get some of those treatments for themselves," answered Marty, with a smile on his face.

"What about you, Karl?" asked Marty.

"I have a background in budgeting and accounting and could help in that area of your operations here at the BOQ complex. I also spent some time in inventory control back on our home world," stated Karl.

"It sounds like it will be good to have you take some of the burden of running this place off of my hands," responded Marty with a smile, "I feel sure that we can work together."

"If I may mention something else; it has been handed down in our family that my great grandfather ran an inn in a city called 'Bray men' in a country that he said was called 'Dutch land.' He was taken by our masters as he was fleeing the country. At the time, he was being persecuted because his mother was something that they called 'Jewish' although I'm not sure just what that means."

Marty was stunned by what Karl had said, but tried not to show it. Only the slight quivering of his lip and the soft tapping of the fingers of his left hand on the desk in front of him revealed the tension he was feeling about what Karl had just said.

As calmly as possible, Marty replied, "My family also came from Bremen, in a country we call Germany but which in their native language is called Deutschland. Do you happen to know what your Jewish great grandmother's name was?"

"I was taught that her name was Hilde Stein," said Karl.

Marty turned pale and hesitated, before responding, "Karl, before I simplified my name, I was originally called Malachi Stein. I changed it to Martin Stone when I was younger. My great grandfather ran an inn in Bremen. It sounds like your great grandmother was the sister of my great grandfather. My God man, I think that makes us some kind of cousins!" exclaimed Marty. Shaking Karl's hand vigorously, he proclaimed, "Welcome to Pensacola. Hell, welcome to Earth! Welcome home!"

***

The sun had not yet come up when Hans entered the outdoor swimming pool complex early that morning. It had been a week since he had taken over the recreational facilities at the BOQ complex. Everything seemed to be going well. The fact that he appeared to be younger than he really looked intrigued many of the people of both sexes that came and went at the BOQ. Already he had had three women and two men approach him wanting to know how they could get the anti-aging treatments.

As he deposited his robe on a chair beside the pool, he thought to himself that he needed to find out if Marty had heard if there were any plans to relocate the anti-aging machine from the mothership to the planet.

He liked to have an early morning swim before breakfast. The fact that the illuminated pool had a big hedge around it that merged with a retaining wall to give it complete privacy as well as security, made it possible for him to indulge in his favorite mode of swimming, which was in the nude.

He was well into his laps when he looked up and saw two young men standing there beside the pool.

Adrien and A.J. were in Pensacola where the hybrid had a meeting scheduled with Col. Lancaster about an upcoming mission. He had brought A.J along because the military wanted to test his 'special' abilities. Since they both had alien-enhanced eyes and were sensitive to bright light, an early morning swim was the best time for them to spend exercising out of doors, while the sun was just coming up.

The two of them had found the gate to the pool unlocked. As they entered the pool area, they realized that someone was swimming laps in the pool. They stood there at the side of the pool for a moment and admired his form as he sped through the water. When they realized that he was swimming nude, they hoped that meant that it was okay for them to swim nude, too. After all, that's what they were used to back in The Bahamas.

At first, Hans did not noticed them for, like most serious swimmers, he was concentrating on his stroke while his thoughts were focused on his current assignment at the BOQ. After all, swimming was his way of unwinding and clearing his head, as well as his form of exercise. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye as he turned his head in their direction to grab a breath of air just before his flip-turn.

He stopped suddenly in the water, stumbling upright to his feet. Dripping water and sputtering, he looked up to see two young men looking back at him. From the solid color of their eyes, he assumed that both were the hybrid offspring of a mating between one of the natives of his home world and an Earthling.

The older one was lean and muscular and looked like he could be about Hans's true age and size. He looked like a very fit Earthling except for those solid green eyes.

The other one was a few years younger. Hans sized him up as he stood there. He was around 5 ft 4 in [1.60 m] tall, and about 115 pounds [50 kg] as these Earthlings measured things. His light brown hair contrasted with the solid black of his eyeballs, which reminded Hans of onyx.

The older stranger spoke first. "I'm Adrien and this is A.J. We're here from The Bahamas. Mind if we join you?" he asked, smiling at the young man in the water.

Somewhat thrown off balance by the casualness with which they were accepting his nudity, the confused Hans stammered "N-Not at all. My name is Hans. Are you okay with me swimming naked? I'm one of the people who were brought here from their world by what you call the 'white aliens.' We usually swam nude back home on my world. It was my understanding that most Earthlings didn't like to swim this way."

"We're from The Bahamas Colony. We usually swim naked there and enjoy our swim more because of that," replied Adrien. "If you don't mind, we'll join you that way too."

"Would you prefer that I leave so that you can have the pool to yourselves? I work here and am not exactly a guest," Hans asked.

"Not unless you're through swimming," answered Adrien. "After all, this is a good sized pool and there's plenty of room for all of us."

Both Adrien and A.J. pushed their swim briefs down and stepped out of them. They stood there naked for a moment enjoying the soft breeze of the early morning.

Hans continued to size them up as they stood there. This was his first real contact with what he assumed were hybrids and he had no way of knowing their true ages. He didn't know why, but it was the younger boy that drew his attention. The beginnings of muscles in his lean naked torso was obvious as he stood there unconsciously scratching his thigh. His flaccid penis was about two inches [5 cm] long with a slight fringe of dark hair visible above it; however, it was the solid black eyeballs kept drawing Hans's gaze back to the boy's face.

"Come on A.J., let's get in the water," said Adrien to his companion.

Hans turned his attention to the older of the two. This time it was the solid green eyeballs, which drew his attention. However, the lean, muscular form of the man reminded him of other young men who he had known who were swimmers and he thought to himself, correctly, that this man was probably a good one.

Adrien and A.J. lowered themselves into the pool. The warm water felt good. The first of the sun's rays had just begun to turn the sky gray in anticipation of the coming morning with the brilliant sunlight for which Florida is justly famous. However, for now, the underwater lights in the sides of the pool were all the illumination that the swimmers needed.

Hans regarded their slim well-defined forms and felt a stirring in his groin. He had run out of the pills that his former masters had required their human subjects to take in order to control their sex drive. What he was supposed to feel at the sight of another naked man or boy was something that was unknown to him. After all, thinking or acting on his own sexual impulses was not the type of thing that his former masters had encouraged.

As a result, he just stood there in the meter-deep [3 ft 3 in] water only knowing that he liked what he saw and that he could feel his submerged penis hardening. The strange tingling feeling that crept over him was something new and pleasant. However, he was at a loss to know how to act on it or if he even should act on it. Trying to shake off the feeling, he slowly resumed his swim. Then, the three of them began to swim laps while enjoying the feel of the water on their naked bodies. Breakfast could wait for a while.

***

Later that morning, as the three of them conversed over breakfast; Hans learned that A.J. was really a very precocious fourteen-year-old, and not a true hybrid. Adrien was, however, and he was surprised to learn that hybrids tended to mature faster than the average human does. As a result, while Adrien was only fifteen going on sixteen years of age, in appearance and behavior, he was more like the average twenty-something Earthling and already had a wife and child of his own! It was not lost on Hans that this was opposite the effect of the anti-aging technology. Perhaps Adrien would be interested in its use to halt his age where it was. From what he knew of the technology, it would likely halt the aging process, and perhaps provide Adrien a normal lifespan, but who knew with these hybrids.

Hans didn't notice that across from him, Adrien twitched an eyebrow up just a little as Hans thought about the anti-aging machine. Adrien hadn't mentioned his ability to read minds.

***

Early the next morning, Hans went looking for A.J.'s room in the BOQ. Over breakfast the previous day, Hans had agreed to meet with A.J. so the two of them could have a swim since Adrien had an early flight scheduled. The fact that they both had someone with whom to share the pool meant that neither would have to be swimming alone.

Hans knocked on the door of A.J.'s room. He only had a moment to wait before the door opened. The boy stood there wearing nothing but a bath towel that was wrapped around his middle.

"Come on in," said A.J. "Give me a minute; I was just finishing up in the bathroom."

Hans watched as the boy turned back towards the bathroom and felt his penis slowly harden in his sweat pants. Hans was still uncertain why he felt the way that he did. He only knew that the boy aroused something in him that he had not felt before while he still took the pills that the masters had required him to take.

A.J. sensed that something was wrong. He looked back at Hans and saw his erection tenting his pants. The young boy smiled, pointedly looking at Hans's pants, and looking up asked, "Like what you see?" Hans blushed in response as he looked down.

Slowly, A.J. let his towel drop to the floor. He stood there naked, with his own cock growing hard as he spoke, "Why don't we just stay here and have some fun. The pool will wait."

Moving slowly, he pressed up against Hans and pushed him back until he dropped into a seated position on the side of the bed. Then A.J. sat straddling him face to face so that his erection was pressed against Hans's body. As he struggled to remain in a seated position, Hans found his own erect penis was squarely between the boy's legs.

A.J. kissed him softly on the lips and Hans felt himself returning the kiss. The boy took hold of the sides of his tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Then, he bent his head down to lick and tease Hans's nipples as his hands explored his body.

Hans sat there stunned by the aggressiveness of the boy. A moment later, A.J. pulled his sweat pants off leaving him naked on the bed.

"Let's try something different that I'll bet that you never did back on your home world. Turn over, I want to see what you think of anal sex," A.J. informed him. His brain was clouded with lust, and without thinking, the young alien human did as he was told, exposing his virgin hole to the boy from The Bahamas.

The boy, in turn, leaned forward to make it easier for him to slide his erection into Hans's beckoning rosebud. A.J. moved his dick up and down and around the opening. Hans could feel the moist foreskin as it pressed against his anus as the boy pushed his legs back. As A.J.'s foreskin retracted, he could feel the full hardness of the cock head as it pressed into him with a slow, steady pressure. He had never before experienced this and when his sphincter resisted, he felt pain and almost panicked, not knowing if that was supposed to happen or not. For a brief moment, all that he knew was that it hurt. Then his hole seemed to stretch and relax enabling A.J.'s erection to slide into him.

It was a new and strange experience for Hans as he felt the boy's hard penis moving up and down inside of his rectum. His sphincter opened completely as A.J. used the full weight of his body to press down upon him and push deep into him. Suddenly, the boy grabbed his hips and pulled him up so that he found himself on his hands and knees. Still, the thrusting did not stop.For Hans, anal sex was truly something that pushed him over the edge. Some have said that this type of sex makes you not know if you are going to cry, cum, pee, or maybe do all three at once. That was the way that it was for him.

Then it happened; A.J. grunted loudly and Hans could feel it as the boy's cock throbbed within him. Suddenly, he felt a hot blast explode deep inside of him and somehow he knew that the boy had ejaculated into him. The overwhelming eroticism caused his body to shake involuntarily as he shot his own cum further than he had ever done before.

Exhausted, A.J. collapsed on him. The two of them lay there in a heap on the bed with both panting from their exertions. No matter what happened from this point forward, Hans was glad that he would never be going back to Drahna and his old life there. In fact, he felt that he had just begun to live.

Chapter 27
Getting Ready for 'Special Guests' in The Bahamas

Several weeks later…

Hans woke up in the morning with what a normal Earthling would have called a hangover. Exactly what he had been doing the night before was a blur. Slowly, he realized that someone was in bed with him. Looking down, he struggled to focus his eyes, wondering, what was it that I was drinking last night? Didn't they call it 'rum' or was it something else?

It was then that he realized that it was A.J. who was draped over him. The left half of the boy's body was up against his leg while the right half was still on the bed. A.J.'s package was pressed right up against him and he could feel that his cock was hard.

That must have been one fantastic night of sex, thought Hans to himself, as he slowly ran his hand down the curve of A.J.'s back. Very, very, slowly he let his hand wander on down until he was caressing the boy's smooth inviting ass. As he did that, he could feel the hard nub of one of A.J.'s nipples as it pressed against him. He could feel his own cock hardening, as he began to recall the night before in more detail, while thoughts of more sex this morning slowly filled his head.

A.J. let out a low moan and stirred slightly as he began to wake up. His breathing deepened as his left hand moved slowly up Hans's body until it reached his left nipple. Ever so slowly, he closed his fingers around the hard eraser-like nub that stood up from the older boy's chest and began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. Hans let out a soft gasp and knew that his cock was now rock hard.

He reached down and pulled the younger boy up to him until their lips met. There followed a long passionate kiss in which their tongues explored each other's mouths as they all but devoured each other. When they broke the kiss, it was a minute or two before they could speak again. Hans lay there struggling to catch his breath. Gazing into A.J.s entrancing ebony eyes, he finally found the strength to speak.

"I think I'm addicted to sex with you, because the more we have it, the more I want it," Hans said softly.

A.J. smiled back at him while his hand wandered slowly over the older boy's well-toned body. Finally, he stopped with his hand around Hans's dick. Tenderly, he lightly ran his hand up and down the hard shaft, causing Hans to shiver briefly.

"For someone who didn't grow up sexually active on this world, you seem to have mastered the art in no time at all. We're like two halves of a single sex act," whispered the Earth boy.

Just then, the door to the bedroom swung open, and A.J.'s twelve-year-old brother, Donny, stood there. The naked boy, upon seeing the two of them already sexually aroused on the bed, looked a little hurt.

With a pout on his face, he said, "I thought you were going to wait for me before you started up again."

A.J. looked fondly at his brother standing there, seemingly a slightly smaller version of himself, a mini-me, he thought. At the time, fourteen-year-old A.J. stood about 5 ft 9 in [1.75 m] and weighed 145 pounds [66 kg] with light brown hair. He was slim, with the beginnings of what would soon be well-defined muscles.

Meanwhile, Donny's appearance favored him to the point where there was no doubt that they were brothers. The only real physical difference between the two of them, aside from Donny being younger and smaller than his brother, was the fact that Donny had blue eyes.

His alien gift had been to be able to communicate with animals, which had nothing to do with his eyes, while A.J.'s alien gift had been sight beyond sight, which had caused his eyes to change from their original green to entirely black so that both of his eyeballs were now orbs the color of solid onyx.

A.J. grinned up at his brother and beckoned him to join them on the bed.

"There you are, we just woke up and were warming up while we waited for you. You didn't think that we would get serious without you, did'ya?"

With the pout still on his young face, Donny crawled in between Hans and his brother. They each ran a hand slowly down one of the younger boy's flanks, ending up with each of them playing with one of his smooth, inviting ass cheeks. Donny giggled as they erotically massaged his butt.

A.J. reached up, took Donny by the shoulder, and eased him over onto his back. The younger boy lay there with his little hard dick sticking straight up as his smooth chest rose and fell with the excitement of the moment. A.J. wrapped his hand around his brother's hard 4 inches [10 cm] of rigid boy meat and slowly began to run his hand up and down the hard shaft. Donny leaned his head back, inhaling in short, shallow breaths as he lay there glassy-eyed from the erotic pleasure that he was feeling.

Hans joined in by playing with the boy's balls with one hand while his other hand explored the young body spread out before him like an erotic buffet. A.J. squeezed his brother's shaft and leaned in close, licking the tip of the cock head. It seemed like only seconds before young Donny cried out, "I'm going to cum!" The boy's body twitched almost violently as he exploded into his brother's hand.

This was one of the first 'wet' orgasms for twelve-year-old Donny. While there wasn't much in volume, it was obviously intense for the boy. His body was sweat-covered, and his breath came in deep ragged gasps, as he came down from his erotic high. "That was wonderful!" he exclaimed, "just wonderful!"

Hans leaned across the still-panting Donny and tenderly kissed A.J. on the lips. One of his hands caressed the boy's cheek while the other wrapped itself around his hard cock. Despite the kiss, the older brother gasped as he felt his rock-hard member respond to the touch. In turn, A.J. reached out taking Hans's equally hard cock in his hand and, using Donny's cum as lubricant, started to slide up and down, imparting those wonderful sensations that Hans was fast coming to love.

Donny, lying there between them on the bed, reached up and used one hand on each of them, cupping their balls so that he could massage them as they masturbated each other. This caused both to moan into overdrive.

Only moments later, both Hans and A.J. erupted, shooting great bursts of cum all over each other, as well as Donny. Laughing, all three of the now sweat and cum covered lovers collapsed on the bed in a big heap of slippery panting boy-flesh.

As Hans lay there enjoying the afterglow of sex, he thought to himself that they had better get up, get some breakfast, and get to work or they might not ever get out of bed; the sex was just too wonderful. Besides, he was expecting visitors in just a little while.

***

Three months had passed since Hans and his father, Karl, had started to work for Marty Stone at the BOQ complex in Pensacola. Things had turned out so well that Marty had been able to persuade General Gates to leave the father-son team there as their permanent assignment in the Gulf Colony as it was fast becoming known.

During all that time, Hans's biggest challenge had been telling his father that he liked having sex with boys. Of course, it helped that Marty had told him how the colony in The Bahamas was composed mainly of boys, and that boy on boy sex was freely practiced there. The fact that it was not common practice here in Florida, or back on his home world of Drahna, was confusing at first but he had quickly realized that what was considered ordinary in one place might not be viewed that way somewhere else.

Then one day he got up his nerve and went to his father's office in the BOQ determined to tell him how he felt about sex.

When he got there, Karl was sitting behind his desk, working up a list of stores that they needed for the mess. As any parent would, he smiled when Hans came into his office, and rose to greet him. He came around the desk and hugged his son.

Hans was nervous. His left hand shook slightly and there was a slight tremor in his voice as he said to this father, in the language of his native Drahna, "I have something that I need to tell you."

"What is that, son? Sit down and tell me what it is that is bothering you," replied his father, using the same alien language.

Hans eased into a chair in front of the desk while Karl returned to his seat behind the desk. There was pregnant silence as Hans worked up his courage. He looked down at the floor as he spoke hesitantly to his father.

"You know how we had to take those pills back on Drahna that killed our interest in sex? Well, now that we do not have to take them anymore, I am finding that I like boys. I do not want to force anyone to have sex with me, but I now know that I am attracted to boys. Is there something wrong with me that I feel that way?"

Karl looked at his son and cleared his throat before gently responding, "There is nothing wrong with you. I had already guessed that you were interested in boys by the way that I have seen you looking at them when they have been around the pool here at the BOQ, now that they are letting families stay here. Some humans are just attracted to the same sex. The fact that the masters on Drahna suppressed our sex drives just means that you did not realize it sooner."

Hans breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped a tear from his eye, as his lip quivered slightly.

Looking a little more seriously at his son, his father added, "However, boy on boy sex is often frowned on in Earth society. You must never be openly eager to have sex with another boy nor can you ever force a boy to have sex with you, as that is considered a crime here on Earth. The good news is that boy on boy sex is openly practiced at the colony in The Bahamas. I understand that Marty wants to open a retreat center there for what you might call his 'special' customers. I think that if we talk to him, he might let you go over there and take charge of getting the site ready for his guests. Would that interest you?"

Hans grinned as his whole body reacted with the relief of finding that there was nothing wrong with him after all. The possibility of going to a place where boy on boy sex was common raised his whole spirits like nothing before had ever done.

"Yes, that would be wonderful!" was his response.

***

Hans had found the abandoned resort that Marty had picked out, on the north shore of New Providence Island in The Bahamas, to be in fair shape. It had been built as a hideaway for wealthy people who valued their privacy. During the last three years it had received only minor damage from the elements while sitting there unoccupied.

The property was composed of low-key but luxurious accommodations. The twenty buildings that comprised it surrounded a large saltwater pool, which was fed by small, private, secluded pools at each one of the individual villas. They contained from one to five bedrooms and most had modest kitchens and large bathing facilities of their own. Marty had decided to only open four or five for his first guests and see how it went from there. As a result, Hans was not tasked with getting the whole place back in full operation. This is what could be called Phase One of the reopening.

Each individual villa offered all the comforts of home to its guests, while still providing all the luxury amenities that the guests had expected of a five-star resort. Tropical gardens, tranquil pools, and breathtaking ocean views had given the guests the impression that they were staying at their own private estate free from the prying eyes of the paparazzi. Fortunately, the aliens had not damaged the resort. Unfortunately, it had not been occupied since then and needed work to bring it back into service.

To get the place into shape, Marty had been able to arrange with Derrik and Adrien to supply him with some of the boys from The Bahamas colony to help with the work. That's why A.J., Donny, and a couple of other boys had taken up temporary residence at what they were now calling the North Shore Resort.

The night before he woke up in bed hungover, with A.J. draped over him, they had been celebrating finishing the work of cleaning, painting, and gardening that had needed to be done to the place. Unfortunately, you might say, they had also found that the facility had a good store of liquor and carbonated drinks that were still sitting untouched in a storeroom at the back of the main building. The kids were overjoyed at finding the soda since they had not seen any for a while. Unbeknownst to Hans, they had also decided to sample the rum, after they found an old poster proclaiming the popularity of 'Rum and Coke' as a staple of the region.

Before long the boys, including Hans, had consumed more than their fair share of rum, even if it was diluted with coke. Neither the boys nor Hans had any knowledge of what they were drinking. Slowly but surely, in their drunken state, one by one, they found a place to bed down for the night.

However, liquor also had the effect of lowering their inhibitions (not that any of them needed much lowering in the first place). It wasn't long before sex of all kinds was in progress. That's how Hans and A.J. came to be in the same bed the next morning.

***

After their fun that morning, Hans felt like he needed a shower badly. He got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and turned on the tap, adjusting the flow to the right temperature, and stepped under the cascade of warm water. With his eyes closed, he stood there letting the water drain any remaining stress from his body. Showers are one of the things that I really like about this world, he thought to himself.

Just then, he heard a noise and opened his eyes in time to see A.J. and Donny joining him. That didn't surprise him in the least. Moments later, both boys were washing his body. He stood there enjoying their hands running up and down his hard abs and taut back. In turn, he took a piece of soap and, with one hand, started to wash A.J. along the contours of his body down to his smooth hairless groin. With his other hand, he worked his way down the boy's back only stopping to push his index finger gently into A.J.'s boy-hole.

Meanwhile, A.J. was running a hand up and down Hans's rock-hard cock as it throbbed with a need of its own. Moments later, with his eyes closed in erotic delight, Hans felt a second, smaller hand caressing his balls. Looking down, he could see Donny on his knees, between his legs. Then, Donny began to suck his gonads. That did it!

Moments later, Hans erupted with several great ropes of cum followed by a number of shorter bursts. Drained for a second time that morning, he remained under the warm water, slowly stroking the hard cocks of the two brothers.

Whatever passes for paradise, this has to be it, thought Hans, as he came down from his erotic high. The fact that the work on the resort was done was something of which he was proud, and yet, something which also made him sad. After all, there would not be nearly this much boy sex available to him on any kind of regular basis, unless he could convince Marty to leave him in The Bahamas. Now that was something on which he would have to work.

***

Derrik, with Aiden as his passenger, landed the shuttle craft on the former helicopter pad at the resort. The ship was going to be used by Marty and his staff to shuttle guests between Pensacola and The Bahamas. Hans knew that Derrik was planning to deliver it this morning.

Once he had the craft secured, Derrik looked around expecting to see Hans or some of the boys. They had been working on getting the place back into shape so that they could begin to offer vacations to Americans who had 'special tastes'. However, no one seemed to be stirring. Turning to Aiden, he said, "They must have slept in this morning. Let's see if we can find them. Waking them will be fun."

The two of them walked around the edge of the big freshly cleaned saltwater pool. They had no trouble finding the villa that had been refurbished for the staff who would be working there, servicing the needs of the guests. Even with the 'Staff Only' sign on the door, they knew that Hans and the boys were using that particular unit and that they would most likely find them still in the sack, as it were.

Cautiously opening the door, they turned in the direction of the room that Chris and Josiah had been occupying. They stopped short when they heard sounds coming from it that both of them knew meant that the occupants were doing more than sleeping at the moment.

Quietly easing the door open, they could see past the open bathroom door where Chris took a piece of soap from the wall-dish of the big shower and began to soap Joe's chest, slowly working his way down his abs and into his pubic area. With his other hand, he circled Joe's stiffening penis. In spite of himself, his friend quickly became fully erect.

Joe leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as Chris's hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock. From what Derrik and Aiden could see, the boy was in the throes of feeling just how good shower sex could be. All too soon, his face went blank almost like he was in a trance, and he began shooting with several big streams of cum flying across the shower stall, followed by four or five lesser bursts.

Chris's super hearing and sense of smell finally kicked in, breaking his concentration on shower sex. The fourteen-year-old turned his head in the direction of the door and blushed only slightly as he realized that Derrik and Aiden had been watching Joe and him enjoying sex. Sensing that Chris's attention had shifted, fifteen-year-old Josiah opened his eyes and turned his head in the direction of the bedroom door.

"What are you two doing here?" asked Chris, smiling but surprised to see them standing there.

"Hans was expecting me to deliver a space shuttle this morning. He needed his own private transportation to shuttle people back and forth from Pensacola, and other locations, once this place starts accepting guests. General Gates is supposed to be coming over this afternoon with Marty to look at the progress that's been made in putting things back in order here. I understand that he's bringing an extra pilot with him who will fly this shuttle back to Pensacola. From the looks of the fun that you two are having, I'd say that the place must be ready, or close to it," replied Derrik with a grin on his face.

Then he followed more seriously with, "Which room is Hans using, anyway?"

Chris responded sheepishly, "He's just down the hall in the master bedroom. I think that A.J. is with him. We had a party last night to celebrate the completion of our work. I'm beginning to think that we overdid it a bit."

"You don't say?" snickered Derrik dryly. Even young Aiden giggled at this. Then the two of them turned and went down the hall to find Hans and A.J. Behind them, they could hear Chris and Joe as they resumed their fun.

***

Later that day, the Supreme Commander's shuttle craft left Pensacola to bring General Gates and Marty Stone to New Providence Island to inspect the newly restored North Shore Resort. As the craft sped over the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, en route to their destination, Alan Gates sat there wondering to himself if he had made the right decision in giving Marty official permission to develop a place for his so-called 'special guests'.

Alan was now forty-seven years old. He stood 5 ft 10 in [1.80 m] tall and maintained his weight at a trim 175 lbs [80 kg] by running. For a man of his age, he looked good. A career Army officer, he handled command well and was respected as the leader who had saved the base in Anchorage from the aliens. The fact that he enjoyed sex with his teenaged wards Jimmy Benton and Randy Oster was something that few knew about. Secretly, he could see how he and his boys could enjoy this new resort. Inwardly, he knew that he had made the right decision to authorize its development.

At the last minute, he had decided to bring his boys along on the trip, claiming that he wanted to get the reaction of the young people to what they were developing on the island. Jimmy and Randy had jumped at the chance for a day-trip to The Bahamas. They sat there behind the men talking softly to each other.

The shuttle craft landed in the middle of the asphalt road in front of the resort. The four of them, plus the two Davis brothers who were the pilots, walked down the boarding ramp and stood there in the road for a moment taking in the sight of the refurbished resort.

The property they had picked was low slung with a hipped pale tile roof with pastel terracotta colored stucco walls. The palm trees and other plants around the property provided both beauty and privacy. In fact, a lot of pruning and weeding of the overgrown subtropical vegetation was all that it took to restore the grounds to their pre-invasion appearance. Some paint and the replacement of broken glass here and there was about all it took to restore the exterior of the buildings that were being restored in the first phase of the work. The main effort had been devoted to cleaning out the muck, patching, and painting the main swimming pool and the little pools that were part of the facilities servicing each of the individual guest villas. Airing and cleaning the units was something that the younger boys did while the older ones worked on the pools and did the painting.

As the men and boys from Pensacola stood there, they realized that they were hearing what sounded like kids playing and splashing in a swimming pool. They walked around the building that housed the resort's office and saw the big saltwater pool that anchored the complex. Everyone was a little surprised to find four boys romping in the pool and having a great time. That by itself was not all that surprising, but what was surprising was the fact that all four were completely nude. Of course, they had heard that nudity was common in The Islands. They just had not expected to be greeted by it upon their arrival.

Now fourteen and a few months, A.J. was the oldest of the four. His 5 ft 9 in [1.77 m] frame and nearly 145 pounds [66 kg] gave him a slight advantage in the size department when compared to the other three boys. You may recall that his gift from the aliens had been sight beyond sight. This had caused his eyeballs to turn black so that the orbs had the appearance of black onyx, and made him very sensitive to bright light. However, Derrik had found some filtering contact lenses for him to wear that had made it possible for him to enjoy the sunny outdoors without the burden of dark glasses. However, he did have to wear swim googles to make sure that he didn't lose his contacts while in the water.

Twelve-year-old brother Donny looked over at him and said, "How about another game of 'horse' before the General gets here?"

Without waiting for A.J. to respond, Chris hollered out, "Yeah, let's do that! Zach and I challenge the two of you." Having only recently turned 14, with short dark blonde hair and blue eyes and now weighing around 135 pounds [60 kg], he was slightly smaller than A.J., but made up for it in speed. His gift from the aliens had been super hearing and sense of smell. However, the fact that both A.J. and Chris could communicate with each other telepathically was the thing that really benefited the two boys when they were working or playing together like they were now doing. Chris had heard the brass arrive, but was keeping it to himself for now.

Ten-year-old Zach thought that a game of horse was a lot of fun. He appreciated being included with the others. He and Donny had been together when A.J. had come looking for his brother to tell him about the need for boys to help get the resort on the north side of the island into shape. The brothers had asked him to come along so that Donny would have someone about his own age with them while they worked. (They also knew that he was coming up on his eleventh birthday and had planned on having a surprise for him while they were at the resort.)

Jimmy Benton broke the spell of watching the naked boys playing in the pool by hollering, "Hey guys, are you still playing horse like when I was living here? Have you got room for two more? I'll bet that Randy and I can beat either one, or both, of your teams."

The four boys in the pool turned in his direction and started yelling his name and to come on and prove it. Jimmy and Randy quickly began to strip, tossing their clothes on the lounge chairs at the end of the pool.

General Gates and Marty, as well as the pilots, Matt and Mitch Davis, stood there amused by the action in the pool. What the hell, thought Alan Gates to himself. After all, this is supposed to be a resort where you can shed your inhibitions. We might as well do just that.

The four of them pulled up some of the lounge chairs by the pool and settled in to watch the naked boys.

Marty Stone breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the big grin on the General's face. Whether he was going to relax and 'go with the flow' or not, was something of which he had been unsure until that moment. He motioned to Hans who was just coming up to them. A few whispered words and the young Drahnian human was off to get drinks for their guests as they sat there watching the naked boys romp in the pool. At that moment, Marty felt that the resort was going to be a success. In fact, he was sure of it.

Chapter 28
The Summit

Forrest Sherman Field had been restored to service as soon as possible after General Gates had moved his command center from Anchorage, Alaska to Pensacola, Florida. The Naval Air Station, which had been the home of the Blue Angels*, had not needed as much work as they had originally feared it might. Today, it would serve as the host for a unique summit meeting.
[* U.S. Navy Flight Demonstration Squadron

Two space shuttles sat in the middle of the tarmac on a taxiway opposite the newly rebuilt Pensacola control tower. One of the shuttles had a blue stripe painted around its middle with the name ENTERPRISE and UNITED STATES OF AMERICA proudly displayed in large block letters on its side, with a smaller American flag placed alongside the letters.

The other craft had the coat of arms of the Russian Federation painted on its side, showing a knight on horseback (sometimes referred to as Saint George the Victorious) slaying a dragon, on a red field. Placed beside it was the white, blue, and red flag of the Federation, followed by red block Cyrillic letters naming the craft Потёмкин, with the English version in smaller black letters underneath Potemkin.

As much as anything, the presence of both space craft sitting side-by-side on the tarmac, indicated just how much things had changed politically with the coming of the aliens.

This was to be the first meeting of survivors from what had been three of the Earth's superpowers before the alien invasion had changed everything. The advance party from Russia had landed only a couple of hours earlier, and had joined General Gates and some of his staff for lunch. The arrival of the delegation from the European Union, which was coming by sea, was not scheduled until later in the day.

***

As Lt. Wilhelm Schreiber scanned the horizon with his binoculars, he could feel the salty air on his face from the breeze created by the forward motion of his vessel. As officer of the deck on the nuclear-powered attack submarine H.M.S. Trafalgar (which the crew had nicknamed the U-235), currently sailing on the surface, it was his responsibility to report anything new or strange to the Captain. The young officer was about halfway through the afternoon watch, which ran from roughly noon to 4 p.m., when the bridge lookout sighted the old lighthouse. The blue over white structure stood there on the distant shore indicating where the channel was at the entrance to the harbor of Pensacola. The OOD picked up the bridge phone and dialed the captain's cabin. Almost immediately, Captain Ian Summerfield came on the line.

"Sir, we've sighted the Pensacola Light," reported Lt. Schreiber, in good English.

"Very well," replied the Captain. "I'll join you in a moment."

It took only a minute or two before the commanding officer was standing next to the young Lieutenant. Turning to his officer of the deck (OOD), the Captain ordered, "Set the maneuvering watch, Mr. Schreiber. Oh, and I'll need sonar to give me depth readings every two minutes as we work our way up to the pier at the Naval Air Station. If this were before the alien invasion, I'd probably be calling for a pilot right about now, but we both know those days are bloody well gone."

"Aye, aye, sir," replied the Lieutenant.

The submarine was manned by a composite crew that was composed of surviving NATO naval personnel. The boat* itself had once been part of the Royal Navy. As it was, Lt. Schreiber was a veteran of the German Navy while Captain Summerfield was from the Royal Navy. His second-in-command was French, while the crew also included Dutch, Belgian, and Italian submariners, although the majority of his men were still from the Royal Navy. Fortunately, his boat had been at sea participating in a NATO exercise that involved training other European naval personnel when the aliens had struck and thus had managed to survive through a series of cat and mouse episodes, but that's another story.
[* Technical Note: All submarines are boats, and not ships, in nautical terminology.

As the boat continued on its course, the Captain and Lt. Schreiber stood there on the bridge watching as the shoreline began to come into view, green and gray, on the distant horizon.

"Fort Pickens just off the starboard bow, sir," shouted the lookout, as the old fort came into sight. Thus far, it was shaping up to be a good day for their meeting with the Americans and the Russians.

***

Later that day after the usual formalities were over, the American, Russian, and European Union representatives sat down at the conference table in the command center on the base at Pensacola. The staff who had set up the conference room for this summit had considered the three disparate entities involved and had chosen a good-sized round table with three positions for each organization, separated by a good distance, in accordance with the advance information given them.

For the EU, there were chairs for Captain Ian Summerfield, formerly of the British Royal Navy, who had a long family history of Naval service, and who currently commanded the NATO nuclear submarine Trafalgar (nicknamed the U-235); Commander Jean LeClerc of the French Navy, and who, in addition to looking like a brother of the Captain's, had an equally extensive seafaring family history. The third member representing the NATO alliance, Dr. Max Schmitt, had forgone his family tradition of serving in the German army, to become a physician with a regular reservist contribution to the German Navy. His other interest was in politics. As a member of the German Bundestag, he had by default become the highest-ranking member of the German government to survive the alien invasion.

On the Russian Federation side of the table sat the 50-year-old bear of a man, Captain Koslov, who was an imposing figure of a man and who spoke excellent English due to a previous assignment; Lt. Anton Valen, 30, who had grown up in the Krasnoobsk suburb of Novosibirsk, the leading city of Siberia, was also fluent in English, and had served in the intelligence arm of the Russian Navy; and their third, 30-year-old Maxim Petrov who, although nerdy in appearance, nevertheless was said to be a logistics genius able to supply even the hardest to reach locations; certainly destined to be one of the more important people in the restoration of civilization.

The American delegation consisted of Major General Alan Gates, 47, formerly of NORAD; Colonel Harry Lancaster, XO for Civil Affairs and the General's second-in-command, who also serves as liaison for foreign affairs; and lastly Adrien, of The Bahamas Colony, a 16-year-old hybrid genius and master of the exploitation of alien tech.

The meeting at Pensacola was intended to update all three parties on how things were going with each other, and to see if there were additional areas where they could work together given the state of the world now that the aliens seemed to be completely gone. With their recent histories prior to the alien invasion, there was still a lot of mutual distrust to work through now that the alien menace was no longer a threat.

***

The men had a full agenda that day. Their discussions were to include such things as the status of military cooperation, their use of alien technology, increasing food sources, restoration of communication satellites, reestablishment of educational resources, and the development of trade. However, there was one item on the agenda that affected the transportation between them and how that could be increased. More than anything else, fast, reliable transportation was needed to support the other items on their agenda.

The use of the alien shuttle craft was by far the best way to facilitate that. It was just that they had more craft available than pilots who could fly them, since they were restricted to those whose DNA contained the genetic markers that told the craft that they were friendly.

Without going into everything that was discussed that afternoon, let me just say that once introductions were over, there was a pregnant pause before General Gates, as the senior officer present, glanced at the meeting's agenda that was in front of him on the table and then spoke up.

"Let's get right to the point, gentlemen. We've all been experimenting to see what we can do to enable our pilots, who are not hybrids or otherwise endowed with special powers, to be able to fly the alien shuttle craft. We feel that we've made a breakthrough. We're having success with a technique that our own Dr. Smith has developed which utilizes a harmless virus containing the genetic markers to introduce them into a human host. Although we're still testing it, so far, it looks like it's going to work. This will enable our human pilots to operate the aliens' ships. While it gives them the genetic markers that they need to operate the ships, it does not otherwise affect them. In other words, they can't read minds nor do they have any of the other alien characteristics of hybrids, or of the gifts a few humans have received from the aliens themselves."

Several of the representatives were then seen to glance over at Adrien's green eyes, and looked a little relieved.

"The only problem that we have encountered is that, despite Dr. Smith's efforts to delay this, we project that after about a year, the host's immune system will have created anti-bodies that will destroy the virus taking the genetic markers with it. Our current concern is that a subsequent treatment may not work since Dr. Smith used a virus as the carrier. He is currently working on a longer term solution. I believe that your own scientists have been in communication with him. You are certainly more than welcome to invite them to work together. If you have found out anything different in your own research, we need to share it. Only by continuing to work together can we hope to reclaim even a fraction of what we have lost in the way of civilization as we once knew it."

There was a moment of silence and then the men around the table began to applaud.

Once the applause died down, the General added, "Is there anything that any of you wish to add on this subject? If so, please speak up."

Dead silence around the table greeted him as the men exchanged glances. Then, very slowly, heads shook acknowledging that there was nothing that they could add. That settled, they turned to the other issues on the agenda.

***

After going from Parnu to Kronstadt with the crew of the Russian submarine Akula, it was not long before young Ivan had volunteered to serve with what little remained of the Russian fleet. After all, with his background as a fisherman, it was a natural choice for him to make and the fleet could use all of the men (and boys) that it could get.

While he quickly adapted to military life, and was a quick learner, there was one of the other crew members of the ship he was serving on, who thought that he could force Ivan to have sex with him. One night while the ship was tied up in Kronstadt and only the duty section was on board, that older sailor, whose name was Vassily, decided that it was time to initiate young Ivan into what it meant to serve the needs of the older men on the ship.

Waiting until the boy was off watch, he cornered him in the shower. Vassily stood about five feet ten [1.80 m] and weighed a solid 180 lbs [82 kg]. He had big, well-developed arms and a solid chest with prominent pecs. His midsection was solid muscle. The fact that his nose was not quite straight told you that he had broken it sometime in the past in what must have been a long-forgotten fight.

Young Ivan was enjoying the relaxing pleasure of his shower when the curtain was suddenly jerked aside with Vassily standing there, naked. His almost six-inch [15 cm] penis was rock hard and dripping precum in anticipation of Ivan sucking him off, if he were willing, or taking it up his ass, if he were not.

At fourteen going on fifteen, Ivan had grown a little in recent months. He now stood 5 ft 7 [1.72 m] tall and weighed in at a lean and wiry 140 lbs [64 kg]. To Vassily, he looked like an easy conquest, with no one the wiser once he had had his way with the boy.

What Vassily did not know was that Ivan was not the naïve country waif that he thought him to be. The boy's grandfather had taught him how to take care of himself in case he needed that skill while working around the rough and tumble crowd that comprised the fishermen of their village and the surrounding countryside. Under those conditions, he had learned that survival trumped style when it came to a fight.

As a result, once he saw Vassily and sensed what he wanted, Ivan didn't wait for the bigger man to get him pinned to the bulkhead. Grabbing both sides of the shower stall, he lashed out, kicking the big Russian squarely in the balls as hard as he could.

Vassily gave a choking gasp as his breath left him, his suddenly flushed face contorted as a wave of pain consumed his body, and he doubled-over, slumping toward the deck. On his way down, his head hit the hard metal side of the piss trough that was next to the shower. By the time that he landed in a heap, he was out cold.

Ivan's screams and curses had attracted the attention of the ship's master-at-arms. One thing had led to another and Ivan found himself transferred over to Captain Koslov's staff on board the Akula as his orderly. Any kid who could take care of himself was worth having around, thought the veteran officer.

That was how it turned out that, in his role as Captain Koslov's orderly, Ivan was with the Russian delegation in Pensacola. While there, he was determined to find time to reconnect with Alexey to thank him for rescuing him and, well, shall we say to show his gratitude.

***

Once off duty after the Pensacola conference was over, Ivan knocked on the door of the room that had been assigned to Alexey. The young hybrid had been expecting him and opened the door eagerly to see the boy standing there that he had rescued back in Estonia. Since Alexey could read minds, he had known since their first encounter that Ivan liked boys.

As soon as he was inside the room, Alexey spoke to the boy very softly and calmly in their native Russian, "I read your thoughts that day at the airport in Parnu. I know that you like boys, as do I. It has been my hope that our paths would cross again."

Ivan trembled slightly and placed his hand on the young hybrid's shoulder. Alexey, in turn, put his hand on the other's waist and slowly pulled him closer. Without words, their lips met in an extended kiss, as their hands fumbled for the buttons of their clothes.

Moments later, a naked Ivan was spread-eagled on the bed with his hands over his head and tied firmly to the bedframe. Alexey took one ankle and slowly tied a soft silken cord around it. Then, he pushed the Russian boy's leg up and back until he could tie his ankle to his wrist. The other ankle followed so that his hole was fully exposed, waiting for, and inviting, sex. A large piece of tape on his mouth insured that any sounds that he made would go unheard.

Alexey slowly walked up to the immobilized teenager trussed up naked on the bed. Ivan looked back at him wide-eyed and not sure what to expect. His breathing was ragged so that his chest and abs pulsated, as he lay there completely vulnerable.

The young hybrid stopped and just stood there looking Ivan in the eyes. Slowly, he ran his hand down across the boy's smooth abs and closely trimmed pubic mound. When he reached Ivan's penis, he took his balls in his hand enveloping them in a strong grip. Slowly, he rolled them around like he was examining fruit in the marketplace. Then, he squeezed them just like they were a couple of ripe plums that he was ready to buy. Alexey squeezed the young Russian's testicles just enough to let him know that he was at his mercy, being certain not to do anything that would cause any real damage.

Ivan tried to scream, and struggled in his bonds, but his hands were bound fast to the bedframe, and the tape on his mouth made it certain that no one could hear him, no matter how much noise he tried to make. A sheen of sweat shown on his young body as he vainly struggled to break free. In spite of his outward complaints, Alexey sensed that he was enjoying this.

Releasing Ivan's jewels, Alexey leaned over and licked them before taking the young Russian's smooth cock into his mouth. He sucked on the shaft for a while, traveling up and down the erection, and only stopping to tongue the ooze from the pee-slit. Then, he backed off and looked down at the boy.

"I want us to have the kind of fun that fulfills your fantasy," said Alexey. Taking his time, he slowly stroked his own five-inch [12.5 cm] erect penis. Slowly, he circled the immobile boy on the bed like an animal circling its prey. When he stopped, he again ran his hand over the boy's body. When he reached Ivan's crack, he used both hands to spread his prisoner's firm, rounded butt cheeks. Then, he took one finger and slowly inserted it in the boy's anus. Ivan screamed again, more from surprise and shock than from pain, but still no one could hear him.

Alexey withdrew the finger. He waited for a moment and then inserted two of his fingers, probing the boy's butt as they entered. Ivan screamed again, this time from pain as well as from fear. When the hybrid was satisfied with his exploration, he withdrew his fingers and pressed his own cock into Ivan's boy-hole. Without warning, he pushed the full length of his hard cock into the tight opening. Ivan clutched at the bed as his friend rocked back and forth. Not since Yuri and he had engaged in sex back in Estonia had he felt anything like this. Tears ran down his cheeks as he remembered both the pleasure and the pain of his first anal sex.

Alexey slowly thrust in and out, enjoying every moment of it. As he became more and more aroused, his pace quickened. It did not take long before there was a final moan of ecstasy, as he came inside the boy's ass.

The young hybrid then cut the soft cords that secured Ivan's ankles to his hands. Lying there face up, it only took an instant before Ivan realized that he was still not free. His hands were still tied to the bed frame.

Once again, Alexey ran his hands over the smooth sweat-covered chest and abs of the young Russian. Then he bent down and licked the boy's nipples before lightly sucking on first one and then the other.

In response, Ivan's cock started to rise again. As Alexey continued to run his hands over his body and lick and suck at his nipples, the boy's four and a half inch [11 cm] cock rose to its full erect length. Alexey took the hard penis in his mouth and slowly sucked on it, going up and down the shaft in a steady fluid motion. It seemed like only seconds had passed before Ivan erupted with several large bursts of cum followed by four or five smaller ones.

Both Alexey and Ivan were covered in sweat when the hybrid cut the cords that held the Russian boy to the bed frame. In truth, they helped each other as much as anything, as they made their way to the shower. Exhausted, they just let the warm water wash over them. The sex had never been so good.

***

While Ivan and Alexey were enjoying their time together, the delegates were having their own social gathering with conversations and refreshments flowing in abundance. It seemed each had their own story to share with whomever would listen. General Gates resolved to pay Marty Stone, the host coordinator of the afternoon's events, high compliments for the excellent facilities preparations he had made.

As this pleasantry was going on, suddenly Adrien stopped in mid-sentence, and took on a listening posture. The attention of those present was immediately arrested while they waited for him to enlighten them. After less than two minutes his attention returned to the gathering, which had gone completely silent. They all knew of his ability to communicate telepathically and assumed, correctly, that someone was in contact with his mind.

"Gentlemen," he began, "if we can all move out onto the tarmac, I believe we are about to have visitors. I have just given permission for that to occur, and I don't anticipate any risk to us."

Confused, but curious, they moved as one outside to where the southern sun was beginning to reach the western horizon. General Gates was standing near Adrien when suddenly another shuttlecraft appeared next to the other two already on the tarmac. Glancing over at Adrien, who appeared unconcerned, he then returned his gaze to the new ship. A broad horizontal yellow band extended most of the way back from near the front of the craft, and about halfway up the side. Clearly printed on the band in dense black was, 亚洲 – 和平的 联盟, followed in smaller letters by the English words, Asia-Pacific Alliance. A little forward and below the rest, were the words 海龙 – Sea Dragon.

The entrance portal slid back and three obviously Asian men stepped out, one a little darker than the others, followed by what was clearly a young hybrid, who was apparently unsexed as yet. Adrien turned back to the delegation and announced, "Gentlemen, may I present to you the representatives of the Asia-Pacific Alliance?"

Chapter 29
The Last Alien Scientist

Introducing new characters: Uxam, humanoid alien scientist; Oden, hybrid assistant and part-time test subject;

While the delegations of the various alliances were meeting in Pensacola, things were going on hundreds of miles away off the coast of Bermuda that would have a significant impact on how they viewed what remained of the alien presence on Earth.

***

Uxam was an alien. If there were alien sexes, humans had never learned what they were. We would have called Uxam a male for lack of anything better. As it was, he was one of what the Earthlings called a "white" or sometimes a "gray" alien. He was pale with slightly off-white skin, large dark colored eyes, a small mouth, and an abnormally large head when compared to his body size. He was smallish overall and only stood about 5 feet 2 inches [1.60 m] tall. By any Earth standard, he was an alien being.

This particular afternoon found him sitting at his desk in his office. As he often did when thinking to himself, he was looking out the thick viewport that was in one wall of the room, watching as the marine life moved slowly through the water. His office was adjacent to his lab in the underwater base off shore, in the lagoon that was part of the Bermuda island complex. The gray-white alien had called this base home these past two years. As he sat there thinking, a large grouper swam past the reinforced glass. A clear view of the sandy bottom stretched out beyond it. As he sipped a warm drink of what on his home world would have been the equivalent of coffee, he thought back to all that had transpired since he had first reported for duty here.

Once this had been a large underwater base for those of his kind. Here, his function had been to pursue a cure for the deadly virus that, unbeknownst to him, had been developed by Dr. Smith at the American base in Alaska. That virus had first attacked and then had almost entirely destroyed the insectoids.

Uxam and his kind had at first welcomed whatever it was that was killing off their enemies. However, to their horror they soon learned that the virus was having the same, if somewhat slower, effect on their own people. Too late, they also learned that the virus had accidentally been carried to their home world. Now, the very survival of their species was in question.

A year ago, in one of their last aggressive actions, the insectoids had attacked their base. Slipping past their defenses, the attack had destroyed much of the complex. The one part of the base which had, for the most part, survived intact had been the laboratory wing. Vital as the critical research was, this wing had been built with extra protection incorporated into its design. Nonetheless, the raid had left Uxam and his hybrid test subject, Oden, as the only two survivors in a complex that was now reduced to little more than a laboratory and a few surrounding rooms.

Knowing what the outcome for the aliens would be unless a cure was found, Uxam had taken the steps to preserve his research after he was gone. In spite of all of his efforts, he had never been able to isolate the reason that the hybrids seemed immune to the virus, just that they were. Knowing that his time must be close, he had decided to kidnap one of the Earthlings to see if he could possibly find any reason why they, too, were not affected by the virus.

The result was that the last thing that Max had expected, when he went for a walk along the beach one evening on Paradise Island, was to be abducted by aliens.

***

Max woke from his drug induced sleep. He could tell that he was lying face down on his stomach but, though his head slowly cleared, he had no idea where he was. The room was brightly lighted, but he could not detect any actual source of light. The off-white walls just seemed to glow. He tried to stretch his arms and realized in cold horror that his arms and legs were firmly secured to what seemed to be some sort of examining table.

Maxwell "Max" Corbin had been born in Sydney, Australia. He had lived in America with his father for several years before the aliens' arrival and still spoke with a pronounced Australian accent. Now 14, he had almost completed puberty. At 5 feet 8 inches [1.70 m] tall, Max weighed in at just 119 pounds [54 kg]. He was very fit with deep blue eyes that were a standout feature in his cute face. Unfortunately, at the moment all he knew was that he was both naked and exposed. He lay there confused and uncertain of what his situation was. Above all, he was scared.

His head was turned to one side. Suddenly, some sort of door panel in the wall slid open, and what he recognized as one of the white aliens entered the room. He was followed by someone who at first looked to be human, but then Max realized that he had to be a hybrid.

The boy that he saw was about his age and size with features that made it clear to Max that he had to be an Oriental hybrid. He was about 5 feet 9 inches [1.75 m] tall with straight black hair that was cut short. He was dressed in a jumpsuit, and from the way that it fit, it was clear that he was lean and muscular. Like Adrien with his enhanced alien abilities, the boy's eye-balls were entirely dark green, which made it obvious that he was not quite human.

The two of them walked over to the table where Max was firmly secured, and took up positions on either side of him. In a detached way, he was aware of them turning him over on his side so that both the front and back of him became exposed. He could hear a rustling noise of what sounded like metallic instruments, followed a moment later by a voice in his head saying, Don't be afraid. We just want to examine you with a medical probe. It will collect all of the data that we need without any pain or harm to you.

Max had heard that the white aliens could communicate this way, but he himself had never experienced it before. What does this alien mean that he wants to 'probe me', wondered a frightened Max, as he lay there firmly bound to the table, and at the mercy of what seemed to him to be not one, but two, aliens.

The frightened boy could feel the warm hand of the white alien as he ran it over his back, and then move more slowly as he reached his ass cheek. Max moaned involuntarily as the alien began to lubricate his anus with some sort of salve, and then shove a slim grey-white finger deep inside of him.

Uxam's fingers continued to grease the boy's hole diligently as he pushed in and out of him, stretching the virgin orifice, until he felt that the boy had become loose enough to insert the probe. The probe itself was some sort of metallic wand that ended in a shiny ball-shape that was larger than the wand itself. The device was really as much an electrode as anything else.

Max looked down at his genitals and could sense from the throb of his penis that it was beginning to become erect. He tried to turn his head in the direction of Uxam so that he could see what he was doing. The grey-white alien humanoid had pulled up a stool and sat down so close to him that he could feel his breath against his butt cheek. The hybrid slid what appeared to be a low metallic table next to where Uxam was sitting. On its surface were an array of strange implements, the use of which Max could only guess. One of these was a thin metal tablet with wires that ran from it to the device that was now protruding from Max's butt. As it was, the alien was well-trained in using the device and knew exactly what effect it would have on the young boy.

Just relax and breathe deeply. There's nothing that you can do to change what's going to happen. Don't worry, you won't be hurt. Max could again hear the soothing voice in his head speaking to him. He felt his efforts to fight against the intrusion of the wand inside of him slow down and then come to a stop as he lost control over his body. It was like he was having a dream and there was nothing that he could do that had any effect over what was happening to him. Slowly, but surely, he felt detached as though he was only watching, as the gray-white alien probed his body.

As the wand recorded the information that it wanted from Max's immobile form, Uxam's delicate fingers explored his penis and scrotum. The alien pushed the boy's foreskin back and then ran the palm of his hand over the sensitive opening. As Max attempted to back away to escape the stimulation that was gripping his penis, he could feel the ball-tipped wand being pushed even further into his body until it was up against his prostate. He gasped, unable to believe that anything inserted in his ass could have such an effect on him.

The alien reached over his body, and placed his hand gently on the flat of the boy's stomach, feeling him tremble as he ran his hand upwards. Delicately, he caressed his skin before taking his left nipple between his finger and thumb. Max looked at him, acutely aware of the contrast between the alien's form-fitting uniform and what now seemed like his own humiliating nakedness.

Look at me, I want to talk to you, said the voice in his head. Max forced himself to look into the alien's face once more. He felt the man's hand release his nipple, and move to his cheek. The touch was gentle. Somehow, he was unable to look away. Now, I'm going to turn on the machine; don't fight it. That won't do anything. I just need to record some medical data, and then it will all be over for you.

Max looked at him, his lips trembling with fear and humiliation as the alien reached for a switch on the control box. Suddenly, without warning, Max felt a jolt between his legs. It was not a hard shock like that of a cattle prod, but his buttocks and thighs twitched involuntarily as the device pulsed inside him. He was acutely aware of the spasm that had seemed to come from within his penis and testicles. His scrotum tightened and lifted up, as his penis throbbed. He gasped as the jolts repeated themselves in regular intervals that lasted only a second or two.

Uxam stood up and moved back a few steps so that he could get a better look at the boy on the table. He noted the anguish and fear on the boy's face change to something bordering on ecstasy as the device stimulated the muscles of his lower body as though he were in the middle of having sex with another person.

Max could see his penis was throbbing and moving each time the machine emitted what seemed like a jolt of electricity deep inside of his body. His eyes had glazed over and he was gasping for breath as the alien coolly appraised him. Just let it happen. There is nothing you can do to stop it. He moved closer and gently cupped his testicles in one hand and his penis in the other.

Now, Max, I am going to make you ejaculate, said the voice in his head.

He could feel himself reacting to the constant pulses that were stimulating his body. The alien in turn, watched, carefully noting his reactions. With no control over his body, the boy moaned as he moved ever closer toward orgasm.

Max had never known anything like it. The sensations were now so acute that he was unable to control any part of his body. At the same time, he experienced feelings of embarrassment and degradation from having what he considered to be the most private thing that he could do laid bare to these alien strangers. Finally, and what to him at the time seemed merciful, he climaxed with three large bursts of cum followed by several smaller ones. Fortunately, Oden had held a collection tube over his glans so that he could catch the ejaculate.

Totally spent, Max collapsed, sweat-covered, against the examining table. Uxam pressed a button on the small control panel and a drug was released into the boy's body. Seconds later, as he lay unconscious on the table, the alien withdrew the probe from within him.

Let him rest for now. thought Uxam to Oden. Insert the probe into the medical analyzers and let's see if we have anything that will help us understand why these humans are immune to the virus. I'm going to lay down for a few minutes. I know that I have the virus within me, but so far my symptoms are only sapping my strength.

Oden thought back to him, Go and rest. I will take care of analyzing the data. You need to conserve your strength.

I'm going to give this boy the ability to communicate like we do, without speaking. It will facilitate our remaining analysis of him before we release him. Additionally, I would like to do something for him since we have no doubt scared him badly in the process of examining him, thought Uxam.

Yes, that would be a good idea, thought Oden back to him.

The alien scientist turned and laid his hand on Max's inert form. The boy's body jerked involuntarily as energy flowed from one to the other. Then, all was still.

Uxam turned and pressed the control plate beside the door. Silently, it slid back, and he left the room.

***

Oden was up early the next morning. He took another look at the computer screen and shook his head. There was nothing in the medical analysis of this human test subject that provided any clue as to why he and his kind were unaffected by the virus that was killing off Uxam and the others from his world.

The young hybrid hesitated before waking the alien scientist. After all, Uxam needed all of the rest that he could get, now that he knew for sure that he had the dreaded virus in his system.

Oden knocked softly on the door of the scientist's room. There was no reply. He knocked again, louder this time. Still, no sound came from behind the door. Finally, the hybrid pressed the control plate on the panel beside the door. It slid back silently to reveal a darkened room. Oden switched the lights on at their lowest setting and walked over to the bed. Only then did he realize from the discolored skin and the frozen pained expression on Uxam's face that the scientist was dead.

A copy of the printout from the medical analyzer was on the small desk beside the bed. Uxam must have read the results sometime during the night and realized that there was nothing there that would tell him why the humans and hybrids were immune to the deadly virus. Knowing that he already had the virus in his system, he had taken poison and ended his life rather than suffer through the debilitating effects of a slow death.

***

The young hybrid hesitated only a moment before retreating to the main room of the laboratory building. He had seen many dead following the attack on the base, but this was the first of someone to whom he was actually close.

He wiped a tear from his eye as he thought to himself that he was now alone not only on what remained of the base, but on this world as well. No matter how he had been treated, Uxam was the only other person that he had known who had ever cared at all about him.

Then, he pulled himself together and headed for the holding cell where Max had spent the night in a drugged sleep.

***

Max was just regaining consciousness when Oden reached his cell.

The naked young Australian boy glared at him from his confines and thought to himself, What have these bastards got in mind for me now? It was only when Oden answered him that he realized that the young hybrid could read his thoughts.

Uxam is dead, responded Oden matter-of-factly. There will be no further testing of you. He was the last of his kind that remained alive here on this base. I will take you back to where he found you, if that is acceptable to you. I would also like to surrender myself to your people. I do not want to remain here alone. Like you, I was also a test subject and have endured much more and much worse than you. No matter what they do to me now, it could not be any worse than what I have known at the hands of Uxam and his kind.

Max was surprised to learn that he was going home. While he didn't know what Adrien and Derrik would think of this young hybrid, he had learned enough about hybrids to know that the skills that only they, and those with special gifts from the aliens, were highly valued.

How would you feel about a shower? Then, some breakfast? thought Oden to Max, as he unlocked the door to the cell.

That would be great, thought Max. Suddenly, he realized that they were having a conversation without actually speaking to each other.

How is it that we can exchange our thoughts with each other? I thought that only aliens and hybrids and a few humans with special gifts could do that, thought Max.

While you were unconscious, Uxam gave you the gift of communicating without speaking. Now, you too have what you call a 'special gift.' It was going to help us to communicate with you when he subjected you to further testing, as well as serve as a reward for what you had to endure, explained Oden.

Max let that sink in for a minute, then they smiled at each other, turned, and walked down the hall in the direction of the shower.

***

The room has more than one shower head. I, too, need a shower. I hope that you will not mind if we share the showers, thought Oden to Max, as he started to take off his jumpsuit.

No problem, thought Max back to him.

As had been apparent in the lab, the young Oriental hybrid was one of those lean young men whose build and low body fat emphasized his musculature. He weighed about 135 lbs [60 kg] and was about 5 feet 9 inches [1.75 m] tall with straight black hair that was cut short. As he stripped, it became clear that, like most Asians, he had little or no body hair. Only when he was completely naked did Max realize that he also had no pubic hair. In fact, his whole body appeared to be completely smooth. Only the solid dark green that covered his entire eyeballs revealed that he was not quite human.

Let's get that shower. I hope that you have something to eat. I'm starved, thought Max, as he turned on the water and began to adjust its temperature. Oden followed and soon both boys were under their shower soaping their bodies.

It had been a long time since Oden had even been in the presence of either another hybrid or a human. Just how lonely he had been now came rushing back as he stood there under the warm water of the shower and looked at the young Earthling only inches away from him.

At 5 feet 8 inches [1.70 m] tall, Max weighed in at just 119 pounds [54 kg]. As he soaped and washed his body, Oden felt himself somehow being drawn to the other boy. The well-defined abs and taut muscles of the young human's arms and legs turned him on in a way that the hybrid had not realized was even possible. When he turned sideways to him, Max's firm butt came into view. Oden watched, fascinated, as the water ran over the rounded form.

It wasn't long before Oden's hands were only soaping his rapidly stiffening cock.

It wasn't lost on Max that he was sexually arousing the other boy. He had never before had sex with a hybrid, and let his own curiosity and lust get the better of him. He looked right at Oden, and stood there soaping his own now-stiff cock.

The young hybrid leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as his hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock oblivious to the fact that Max's eyes were trained on him. His emotions were fixed on just how good it felt to be "doing it" with another boy after being alone with Uxam for so long. Soon, his face was blank almost like he was in a trance. However, this didn't stop him from beginning to stroke Max's equally hard penis in his own soapy but very effective way. Before long, both boys were locked in a passionate kiss as they worked to achieve each other's climax. Then, almost in unison, it happened. Both boys reached orgasm and erupted with long streams of cum followed by several shorter bursts. Oden's tears mingled with the water from the shower, as the kiss continued, and Oden's unanswered passions spent themselves. At that moment, life didn't seem so bad after all.

Max looked down and realized that his own pubic hair had thinned noticeably and that what was left of it was slowly but surely washing away. Startled and somewhat horrified, he stammered out loud, "What's happening to me? Why is my hair 'down there' falling out?"

Oden looked at him and then remembered what he had once overheard the scientists discussing, If you have powers that are a gift from people like Uxam or if you are a hybrid like me, then you will have no body hair. The powers do something to what you call your DNA. At least that is what I once heard Uxam say.

Well, crap, thought Max as he looked down at his pubis as it rapidly became hairless. That sucks.

Only the fact that they had not had breakfast eventually caused them to leave the shower and focus on finding food.

***

Later that day, Oden and Max boarded the remaining working space shuttle at the Bermuda base. The young Oriental hybrid activated the controls and the craft rose into the sky. Fortunately, Uxam had taught him how to operate the craft in one of the few mental exchanges that they had had. They circled the waters above the base one last time, and then headed southwesterly towards The Bahamas and Max's home on Paradise Island. Oden's hand shook for a second, unsure of his future, but then he breathed a sigh of relief as he thought to himself, whatever was out there had to be better than here.

Chapter 30
Hybrids

With some words contributed by Magnus

As the shuttle craft closed in on the colony at Paradise Island in The Bahamas, Max decided to try out his new telepathic powers, and mentally reached out in an attempt to contact Derrik. It was not long before the surprised 16-year-old leader of the colony responded.

Max, where have you been? We've been worried about you… wait; how is it that you can communicate with me in this way? What has happened to you? Derrik's thoughts all came out in a rush.

Max replied, I was abducted by the last white alien scientist and his hybrid-assistant then taken to their underwater base in Bermuda. They've been looking for a cure for the virus that's been killing them along with the insectoid aliens. It was the scientist that gave me the ability to communicate this way. While I was being held prisoner and used as their test subject, the scientist, knowing his time was near, committed suicide rather than wait to die from the effects of the virus. The hybrid-assistant is here with me. He wants to surrender to us. Is it alright for us to land on the island? I feel sure that we have nothing to fear from him. By the way, his name is Oden and he's almost as glad as I am to be free of alien control. He's flying this ship and he tells me that we should be at the island in about half an hour. Max grinned inwardly at how well he was doing with this telepathy thing.

If you're sure that he's no threat, replied Derrik, smiling to himself, then go ahead and land here. Derrik was somewhat amused by the Australian's mental 'accent' in his thoughts. I'm going to contact Adrien and tell him what you've just told me. He's meeting in Pensacola with people from the other regional alliances. They will want to know all about this. After all, as far as anyone knew, all of the white aliens were dead and their bases destroyed.

***

It took a while but Derrik was finally able to get Adrien's attention. When he had briefed him on what Max had told him, Adrien had been as shocked as Derrik had been to learn that there was, until only yesterday, one last alien scientist who, along with his hybrid-assistant, had remained alive on Earth. Between them it was quickly decided that Derrik would interrogate the new hybrid as a precaution and, depending on what he found out, fly Max and the hybrid to Florida where the representatives of the other alliances could meet this "Oden." It was felt that this would show good faith on the part of the Western Alliance by being up front and honest with them regarding this new development.

***

The shuttle craft slowly settled into position on the landing pad, which was near the larger of the two colonies on Paradise Island. Oden looked out the window and saw a figure waiting for them among the palm trees bordering the pad. He could easily see that this was someone like Max, that is to say, a human.

Then he heard a voice in his head say, Welcome to Paradise Island! He knew that this had to be someone with special powers, powers which could only have come from one of the aliens like those with whom he had been living at the Bermuda base.

Max waved at Derrik through the window and thought to him, Glad to be home. When I woke up in that lab in Bermuda, I thought that I was in a real billabong* for sure, and I just knew that I would never see any of my mates again. Thanks to luck, and Oden, I'm here now and able to tell you about it.
[*Billabong is an Australian term meaning, "an isolated pond left behind after a river changes course." ed.

Oden pressed a button on the control console and the door to the shuttle silently slid open. Without waiting, Derrik came up the boarding ramp and greeted them inside the shuttle.

The hybrid boy that he saw standing there was obviously of Oriental stock. He seemed to be just slightly taller than Max who was standing nearby. His straight black hair was cut short, and like other hybrids, he had those solid green eyeballs. While Derrik gave Max a welcome-home hug, he kept evaluating the hybrid. He could easily see that the lad was lean and muscular, giving the impression that he was very fit. Except for the eyes, he looked like most any other young Asian.

After the introductions were over, Derrik suggested that they go up to the main building and have something to eat. Once they were settled at the table, he diplomatically began to quiz the young hybrid about the alien base in Bermuda, and why he wanted to join them here on Paradise Island.

While mindreading was not really something that Derrik liked to do, nonetheless, he could tell if someone was answering him truthfully or not. When Oden told him about being used as a test subject and some of the things to which he had been subjected, as well as just how much he had hated it, the intensity of his feelings came through loud and clear. It didn't take long for Derrik to determine that the boy was truly seeking to join their colony as a refugee from the aliens and the life he had been forced to lead, until the untimely death of Uxam, at the lab in the waters off Bermuda.

Derrik thought ahead to Adrien to let him know that they were on their way to Pensacola. There was no threat from Oden. In reality, he was little more than a scared kid.

***

Since he already knew the old Naval Base at Pensacola where they were going, Derrik piloted the shuttle from Paradise Island to their destination on the Gulf Coast. When they reached Forrest Sherman field, he circled it twice and saw the other shuttles sitting there parked at the edge of the tarmac. With the ease of a skilled pilot, Derrik brought the shuttle down alongside one of those that had brought the delegates of one of the regional alliances to the summit conference.

Adrien had informed the gathering that a surviving hybrid from the last, until just yesterday, active alien base was being brought to Pensacola so that they might question him. When he had told them that bit of news, he had literally felt the tension and alarm that it had caused. As a result, security was tight when Derrik landed the shuttle craft. While it was not obvious, armed military personnel with automatic weapons ringed the area where they landed.

The representatives of the regional alliances watched from the control tower as the occupants of the shuttle disembarked.

First to come down the boarding ramp was Derrik. Adrien had told the regional reps what to expect so they were not surprised when the sixteen-year-old teenager came into view. To the men in the control tower, there was nothing special about him. All they could see was a young man about 5 feet 9 inches [1.75 m] tall weighing around 150 pounds [70 kg], with light brown hair.

Next came 14-year-old Max. The Australian-born Max stood 5 feet 8 inches [1.72 m] tall and weighed in at just 119 pounds [54 kg]. Even from the tower, they could see that he was very fit. Max blushed slightly at what he could 'hear' some of the observers thinking about him.

There was a pause as Derrik and Max turned back to the entrance of the shuttle. They called to Oden, telling him to come out, that there was nothing to fear. Hesitantly, the hybrid-boy came into view. He stood in the doorway of the shuttle, squinting in the bright sunshine, and took in the view across the airfield.

Adrien had told the delegates in the tower to expect an Oriental hybrid. Seeing him standing there in the clear light of the Florida afternoon Sun was confirmation that it was true. Looking him over, they could see that he was about the same age and size as Max. They judged him to be about 5 feet 9 inches [1.75 m] tall with straight black hair cut short, and with a slim, athletic build. He was also close enough to the tower for them to see that like Adrien, with his enhanced alien abilities, the boy had solid dark green eyeballs making it obvious that he was not quite human.

***

In typical Asian fashion, the delegation from the Asia-Pacific Alliance (APA) had turned out to be very diplomatic in their dealings with those who were there from other parts of the world. Prior to the alien invasion, Kai Chun, the senior member of the delegation, had been a general in the People's Liberation Army of China. Like General Gates, he had survived the attack only because he had been the senior duty officer at the Chinese equivalent of the American base outside of Anchorage. At 40, he was a career army officer and a graduate of the Chinese training base at Zhurihe, their equivalent of a war college. He stood 5 foot 9 [1.75 m] tall. Somewhat portly, he weighed in at about 180 lbs [80 kg]. A native of Beijing, the general was of pure Han ancestry. In the course of his military service, he had been stationed at the embassy in London and thus spoke excellent English, albeit with a noticeably British accent.

The general's chief of staff was one Colonel Chou Li. Like the general, he was a career army officer and was an expert in weapons and tactics. While a pragmatist, he nonetheless found it hard to treat the members of the other delegations as allies, even in this post-alien world. This was due to the long history of animosity between the East and the West, something with which he had lived his entire military life. Like his general, the colonel was also 5 foot 9 [1.80 m], but was in considerably better shape. At 35, he only weighed 165 lbs [75 kg].

The third member of the APA delegation was Indian. Vishal Patel hailed from the Indian city of Kanpur (which is perhaps better known in the West as Cawnpore). He was one of the very few Indian civil servants who had survived the invasion. Like most Indians, he was short by Western standards, standing only about 5 foot 7 [1.70 m] and weighing about 135 lbs [60 kg]. He was of Dravidian stock with the dark complexion and straight black hair typical of his people. His education had been at the King George Medical University in Lucknow and he was a medical doctor by training. Before the invasion, he had been part of the Indian Ministry of Public Health.

The fourth person in the Asia-Pacific delegation was the as-yet unsexed Oriental hybrid who was just called "Yang" [杨] which in Chinese means "young." The fact that Yang was androgynous was not obvious. If you had met Yang for the first time, you would have assumed that you had met a young man. The hybrid's straight black hair was cut short and from the almost form-fitting one-piece outfit that "he" wore, you could tell that while he was lean, even bordering on thin, he had well-defined, but not prominent, muscles. His face could have been of either sex but was clearly Oriental. Strangely enough, the most obvious thing about Yang was the peaceful expression that was constantly on his face.

***

At the moment, all of the various delegations had gathered in the control tower to observe the landing of the space shuttle that was bringing the hybrid to Pensacola.

Then something strange and unexpected happened that shocked everyone present. Standing at the top of the ramp, Oden suddenly jerked upright and turned his head in the direction of the control tower as though he sensed the presence of something, or someone.

Derrik, Max, and Adrien turned to see what it was that had attracted his attention. Yang had come down from the control tower and was hurriedly crossing the tarmac to where the shuttles were parked. Oden came down the boarding ramp and, brushing past the others who were standing there, walked a few steps in the direction of the advancing Asian hybrid. As they neared each other, he held out his hands in front of him, palms up.

Yang stopped in front of him and reached out his own hands, palms down, and touched Oden's outstretched ones. Suddenly there was a low hum in the air, followed by a glowing blue light that emanated from both of the hybrids, as they stood there linking their hands and their minds. Unbeknownst to those present, the connection that the two were making was to give Oden knowledge of the Chinese language. While this had been General Chun's idea, he had not realized that there would be a mutual attraction between the two Oriental hybrids that went far beyond knowledge of the Chinese language. Each had found another of their own kind.

***

Upon reconvening the meeting of the delegates, Oden recounted to the assembled what he had experienced at the Bermuda base since he had obtained consciousness some thirteen years ago. There was nothing of importance shared that wasn't already told to Derrik and Max. That is, until General Chun asked if he had been the last of the hybrid experiments at the base.

Oden looked around the room and cleared his throat. "As far as I know, I was the last living hybrid still under the control of the aliens. However, I was told some time ago that there had been other hybrids created for future experiments that had been stored in facilities somewhere in Asia, and that they were being held in stasis until such time as the aliens needed them for their experimentation."

There was an audible gasp heard around the table. This news caught them all off guard and alarmed more than one of them. The general turned to the colonel and whispered something in his ear, where upon the colonel got up and excused himself.

The others looked nervously at one another until Adrien stood up, then paused until he had their attention. "I think we should adjourn to contemplate this news and reconvene tomorrow afternoon about one o'clock. Until then, gentlemen." Then Adrien looked purposefully at Derrik, and they both walked out together.

The rest of the delegates wandered out in groups of twos and threes, muttering quietly between themselves. Oden was left standing by himself wondering where he was supposed to go. Just then, he heard Yang's 'voice' in his head, Please, Oden, come outside where I am waiting. Max has told me how to get to a holding area where we can have some privacy and later a place to sleep. He told me there would be food there waiting for us, as well.

Yang provided a mental image for Oden to follow and they were soon reunited, with Yang grabbing Oden's hand, and leading him down a hallway and out to the walkway of the complex. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before they were at the door of a small cottage that had their names on a piece of paper stuck to the door.

Upon entering, Oden gave a yawn and looked around. Thinking more about something other than a nap just then, he pulled Yang along with him as they explored the compact shelter. It didn't take long to discover a large bed in a small chamber off of the main room.

Once they were in the bedroom, Oden reached out and tenderly put his arm around the young Asian hybrid, drawing him close. Looking him in the face, he smiled shyly and said, "I would really like to have sex with you."

In response, Yang wrapped his own arm around Oden pulling him even closer, so that he would know that he understood. Hesitantly, they locked lips probing with their tongues as they did so. Oden closed his eyes, savoring the moment, and then gasped as he felt Yang's fingers reach through his open jumpsuit and wrap around his penis. Oden stumbled and fell backward onto the bed, drawing Yang with him. The tip of Oden's rigid penis protruded from the jumpsuit and touched something so warm and inviting that at first the young hybrid wondered if he were dreaming. Instinct took over as he plunged forward and then felt a hot wetness between the legs of the Asian hybrid. Suddenly, the realization dawned on him that Yang had no penis or testicles!

Shocked, and even somewhat scared, Oden sat up straight on the bed and looked Yang squarely in the face as he held him immobile using both of his hands. "What are you? You look like a man but have a woman's parts. How can that be?" he demanded.

"Like all hybrids, I was born sexless. I was in the process of becoming female when I met you, but I realized that you liked men, and I stopped evolving into a female. In my case, it was too late to become fully male. I will look male but I will retain female sex organs. I was hoping that it would not matter to you since we can have heterosexual relations while we can otherwise enjoy our male bodies," explained Yang, as he shyly looked down at Oden's three inch [7½cm], now-flaccid, exposed penis.

There was a long silence as Oden took in what Yang had just told him. Then, hesitantly, he replied, "This is really different. I've never before met anyone with the characteristics of both sexes. I'm still attracted to you. I think that I still want to have sex with you. Take off your clothes; I want to see you naked."

Yang exhaled softly and stood up. "He" finished unzipping his jumpsuit and slipped his arms out of it, exposing his firm male torso with its tight pecs and well-defined abs. Slowly, he let the one-piece garment drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Standing there facing Oden, he looked like the typical very fit young male until you saw that he had a vagina instead of a penis.

Oden stood up, removed his own jumpsuit and reached out, grasping Yang around the waist and pulled the Asian closer to him. He turned so that Yang's back was to the bed. Then Oden gently pushed him down, with his legs spread wide. Unconsciously, Oden reacted, wanting to experience everything that he could about the multi-sexed hybrid that now lay on the bed in front of him. He spread Yang's legs wide and plunged in as far as he could, aching to get as much of his penis as he possibly could inside the other hybrid. Oden's organ rubbed Yang's clitoris and both of the young hybrids' eyes glazed over as they were carried blissfully to the epitome of sexual stimulation. The two lovers gasped and moaned, and all too soon, they both reached orgasm. Each felt that the other had given them the greatest sex that they would ever know.

***

Oden and Yang had drifted off to sleep when, about an hour later, there was a knock on the door of their cottage. They both sensed that it was Max who was knocking. Together they thought to him, telling him the door was unlocked and to enter, then come into the bedroom.

Max turned the knob and went in, only to find the two naked hybrids still entwined on the bed. Not really surprised at this development, Max hesitated, thinking that maybe he should leave them alone.

Oden motioned to him and said, "Join us. I've never had sex with more than one person at a time. I would like to try it with both of you."

Feeling an urgent stirring in his groin, Max approached the bed. As he did so, he unzipped his own one-piece jumpsuit. One hand slipped inside and fondled his hardening penis, as he stood there with his eyes lingering on the naked slim athletic body of his new hybrid friend, Oden. Yang, who had been lying on his stomach, rolled over revealing to Max for the first time the fact that he had no penis or testicles. The young Australian-born boy stopped dead in his tracks. Confused and shocked, he stood there deflating, not sure of what to think of this development. Both Oden and Yang could hear him thinking to himself, What the Hell? I didn't know that this sort of thing was even possible!

Sensing his thoughts, Oden responded telepathically, Yang was in the process of becoming female when he decided not to go through with it. However, it was too late for him to undo the female parts that had already formed. His body remains male in appearance, but his sex organs are female.

Oden stood up from the bed and put his arm around Max's shoulder. Then, he reached over and took hold of the zipper on his jumpsuit and slowly slid the fastener down as far as it would go. He looked the young Australian-born boy squarely in the face, leaned in close, and kissed him full on the lips. As he did so, he pushed the garment off Max's shoulders and let it fall. As it reached his ankles, Max stepped out of it and stood there naked beside the bed.

Max let Oden pull him down so that he came to rest between the two hybrids. Both Oden and Yang projected thoughts to him that were intended to calm him and help him to realize that he had nothing to fear. The three of them lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the restful peace of being together there on the bed, without having to worry about all the things that were going on outside that room in the world around them. It was a moment in time that they all needed.

Then Yang turned toward Max and, stretching his hand across his flat belly, reached under him and pulled him close. Their lips met, and there followed a slow probing kiss as first one, and then the other, began to stroke the other's naked body. Max's penis began to grow rigid. As he realized this, Yang moved his hand down to the hardening organ and slowly began to move up and down until it was rock hard. Making sure that Max was willing, he slipped the boy's rod between his legs and pressed forward so that it would enter him. There was a low gasp from the Aussie as the searing hot wetness of Yang's loins closed around his penis.

Oden pressed his own hard penis against Max's lower back and then ran it across his butt crack. He, too, made sure that Max was willing before he pressed his hard flesh into the boy's rosebud. There was another smothered gasp as Oden entered the boy.

Max did not know what to think as Oden began rocking in and out, while he in turn did the same thing with Yang, and they soon had an easy rhythm going. At their age, this wouldn't last very long. The tempo increased until all three of them climaxed almost in unison. Panting and sweating, they lay there stunned.

As their orgasms began to fade, the thoughts that floated in the air were the same for all of them, and there for all to hear; That was wonderful! I want to do this again! I didn't know what I was missing. I want to try the other position next time!

Like their arms and legs, their thoughts were all jumbled together. The one thought that kept being repeated, first by one, and then another was, I hope we get to do this together a lot more!

What's next for our young lovers? Check back soon to find out!

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