Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 23:04:32 -0500
From: Ken James <kenjames6699@hotmail.com>
Subject: UFO

Yes I'm ready to begin, Special Agent Strong. Oh, you're already recording.
OK.

To begin with, I've never believed in flying saucers. Not really. I've seen
some of those "Encounter" TV programs and I just think they're silly. "The
X-Files," with Mulder and Scully investigating weird shit, is more
believable.

Now, UFOs are different. That just means "UNIDENTIFIED flying objects" and
some very creditable people have seen things in the sky which nobody has
been able to identify or explain satisfactorily. I'd always figured they
were some kind of natural phenomenon, rather than alien space ships or top
secret aircraft, until now.

When I was a teenager, there was this men's magazine that Dad always bought.
"Argosy." It was real sixties soft core. There were always a couple of photo
spreads with girls wearing tight, skimpy swim suits, but they never showed
pubic hair or even bare breasts. If a girl was topless, she had her back
turned or her hands positioned strategically.

"Argosy" ran long UFO stories almost every month. That's probably why Dad
bought it. He liked the UFO stuff and we talked about it a lot, although I'm
sure he didn't really believe it.

One article listed a bunch of differences between humans and other mammals.
The one that stuck in my mind was that human males don't have a penis bone.
That helps keep the penis erect during sex, but drastically reduces the
male's sensitivity and pleasure. The implication was that humans came from
horny aliens fucking monkeys a few thousand years ago.

No, I don't believe that. I've had biology. Simple intercourse wouldn't
produce a hybrid species. Deliberate DNA splicing would be required and the
odds against getting viable offspring would be astronomical. When we find
the starship that crash-landed off the coast of Africa, that'll prove we're
descended from the survivors.

Man, you should see your face! That was just a joke.

OK, I'll go ahead and describe what happened to me. This is completely
confidential, right? I don't want any of my clients to find out about this.

It was around midnight last Thursday. Yeah, about thirty-six hours ago. I'd
finished my business in El Paso that evening. After supper, I decided to
start back to Austin, rather than wait until morning. I was cruising down
Interstate 10 in my 300-ZX. Since I wasn't in any particular hurry, I was
only doing 95.

I'd just come down off the Apache Mountains when I saw the lights in my rear
view mirror. That was about sixty miles before Fort Stockton. They were
spread out too far to be car headlights and they were coming up way too
fast. After a few seconds, I realized the lights were a few hundred feet
above the highway and I decided a jetliner was trying to make an emergency
landing.

I stomped the gas to get out of the way. In a few seconds, I was going 160
and the lights were still closing rapidly. Aircraft navigation lights are
red and white. They're only mounted on a few points and they flash. The
thing overtaking me was glowing with a uniform blue-green light and it was
too big to be any plane I'd ever heard of.

Suddenly, it flashed overhead. All I could think was "This is a movie, man!"
It was shaped like a guitar pick; a triangle with rounded corners, slightly
longer than wide. The entire surface was glowing, but a circular area in the
center was brighter than the rest of its body. I only had a few seconds to
look at it because it passed me like I was standing still.

There was a orange marker indicating a cop turnaround in the median. I hit
the brakes and gears and took it, accelerating like a bat out of hell in the
other direction. I didn't know what I'd seen, but I wanted to get as far
away from it as I could. When I could spare a glance into my rear view
mirror, I thought I'd made it. It was still gliding along in the same
direction. Then, it made an impossibly tight turn and started coming after
me.

What did it sound like? Hell, I don't know! I always crank the CD player
when I'm driving at night and all I could hear was Nirvana.

Anyway, it was back over me a few seconds later. It turned on a blinding
white spotlight and the whole car went dead. Engine, headlights, stereo . .
. everything.

The brakes still worked, though. The car skidded to a stop and the . . .
thing . . . slowed down with it, staying exactly overhead. That's
impossible, according to the physics courses I had in college. Even if it
was hollow, an object that size would have so much mass that it would travel
miles before it could stop.

The light around the car was so bright it was almost impossible to look
outside. The circle of brilliance above me grew until I was engulfed. That's
when I passed out.

Waking up was like being trapped in a nightmare. I was laying naked on a
table in a dimly-lit room, surrounded by mysterious equipment. There weren't
any apparent restraints, but I couldn't move anything except my eyes.

With a faint hum, a large apparatus mounted directly over the table began
descending toward me. Blinding lights flashed on, illuminating my entire
body. A mirrored surface on the approaching machine showed that the table
below me was also radiating hot white light.

The device became more terrifying as it drew closer. It had dozens of shiny
metal arms holding surgical instruments. There were knives, saws, clamps,
needles, suction hoses, camera eyes, lights, and many unidentifiable
objects. Something ice cold touched my belly and I screamed.

There was no pain. Except for my terror, most of the examination wasn't even
unpleasant. Tiny fingers ran over every inch of my body and miniature
cameras gazed into every orifice. Yes, I do mean EVERY orifice. I felt a
slight prick when the blood sample was taken from my arm, but the biopsy a
few seconds later was totally painless.

Hell yes, that should have hurt! A needle almost as thick as a soda straw
went right in my belly. I could FEEL it sliding into me. Then it squirmed
around, like it was sampling several organs. But it's already healed. You
doctor told me she could barely detect the wound.

The rest was weird, but not too bad. Something slithered up my rectum. It
went all the way up into my intestines. A doctor's finger will never bother
me again.

The last thing was strange, but also sort of erotic. Something wrapped
itself around my penis and my bladder emptied itself. When that was done, I
felt a slight tingle and I had an instant erection. I ejaculated a few
seconds later. That's when I lost consciousness again.

I woke up to the sound of men talking and laughing and wondered if I'd
fallen asleep at a party. My recent memories certainly seemed like a bad
dream. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was lying on a low couch in a
large room with a fifteen-foot ceiling. A single window occupied the entire
far wall and curved gently upwards. Beyond the window, the Earth was hanging
in velvet blackness.

When I sat up, the men turned to look at me. I realized I was still naked.
There were three of them, all wearing shiny white plastic jumpsuits. They
looked completely human. If you dressed them like cowboys and dropped them
on a West Texas ranch, you couldn't tell them from the rest of the hands,
except that they were all bald.

Yeah, their heads were completely bald, including their faces. I don't think
they were shaved because they didn't even have a trace of stubble on their
heads or faces.

OK, I'll try to describe them. They were all muscular Caucasians with
slightly dark skin, like they'd spent a lot of time on the beach. The
shortest was about 5' 8" and the tallest was a little over six feet. All the
men had eyes of a glowing golden-brown color that looked vaguely African,
but the men didn't have thick lips, wide noses or any other African-looking
features.

Their faces? Well, they were all different, but they looked like any three
random guys you'd see on the street. Nothing distinctive. Sure, I'll be glad
to work with your artist, but I don't know how much good I'll do. I didn't
have any trouble telling them apart. For convenience, I named them Curly,
Moe and Larry, in order of height.

No, they didn't introduce themselves, as far as I could tell. They did a lot
of talking, but it wasn't any language I recognized. It definitely wasn't
Russian. If anything, it sounded oriental, but it wasn't Chinese or
Vietnamese. Oh, I'd have known. I heard too much of those when I was in the
service.

Anyway, I was sitting up on a couch with these three guys standing around
me, passing a real science fiction-looking bong around and laughing their
heads off. Whatever they were smoking, it wasn't tobacco, pot, opium, or
anything else I'd ever smelled. No, of  course I never smoked opium, but you
don't go to Saigon on leave for two years without learning what it smells
like.

When I sat up, Moe had the bong. He slapped me on the shoulder, said
something loudly and handed me the pipe. It wasn't really a pipe because it
wasn't burning. Instead, it contained a little pellet suspended in a thick
liquid, bubbling furiously. When the bubbles reached the surface, they
turned into heavy white fog.

The smoke didn't appear to be hurting the other men. I figured "What the
hell?" and took a toke. It was thick and sweet, sort of like smoking fruit
jam, if you can imagine that. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then it
hit me like the world's best pot, only much stronger. I was suddenly
intimately aware of my entire body; the air pressing against my skin, the
blood rushing through my veins, the beating of my heart, the motion of my
lungs, everything. My most intense awareness seemed to be centered on my
genitals.

Many of the sensations seemed to be external. I finally realized that they
were coming from the other men. It wasn't like telepathy. I wasn't reading
their thoughts or even sensing their emotions. It was more like a shared
body-awareness.

The main thing I was aware of was lust. These guys were horny as hell and I
could feel my own state of arousal increasing by the second.

Curly took the bong out of my hand and shotgunned Larry. You know, he took a
big drag, put his mouth up against Larry's and exhaled while Larry inhaled
the smoke. It looked like they had quite a lip-lock going. With pot,
shotgunning cools and filters the smoke. That wasn't necessary with this
stuff. They were obviously being sexual.

Then Moe did it to me. When his lips met mine, I automatically opened my
mouth and started inhaling. Hell, I wasn't running for President! When the
smoke came in, Moe's tongue came with it. That was all right, too. As our
tongues stroked each other, his hand slid over my naked chest and belly to
grip my already-stiff cock.

After we'd kissed for a few seconds, or maybe it was minutes, since I'd lost
all sense of time, Moe pulled away and ran his hand down the front of his
jumpsuit. I didn't see any sign of a zipper, but the suit fell open from
neck to crotch, exposing a gigantic erect cock and a well-developed set of
balls. A second later, he'd stepped out of the jumpsuit.

Larry and Curly were still kissing, but they'd stripped while I'd been busy
with Moe. I could now see that all three men's bodies were as hairless as
their heads. A completely hairless human body looks really weird. Except for
the medical examination, that was probably the most alien part of the whole
experience.

Moe pushed me back down and moved to straddle the couch, pressing the head
of his penis against my lips. Seconds later, he was thrusting his shaft in
and out of my mouth. I could taste the seminal fluid leaking from his tool.
When I licked it away, more appeared instantly. In almost no time, Moe was
gasping and moaning, obviously on the brink of orgasm. He pulled himself out
of my mouth and stepped away.

Larry and Curly were standing at the foot of the couch, slowly stroking
their erections as they stared at me. Moe took my hand and pulled me up off
the couch and down to the floor. Although it looked metallic, the floor was
firm but yielding, like a wrestling mat. Larry and Curly immediately joined
us.

Curly took my dick in his mouth and Moe moved to start sucking him. Larry
went down on Moe and positioned himself so his cock was inches from my face.
The head of his penis was already slick with pre-cum and the invitation was
irresistible.

I wrapped one hand around Larry's shaft and cupped his balls with my other
hand. I guided his cock head to my mouth and stuck the tip of my tongue into
his little piss-slit. He moaned and tried to push into my mouth, but I
restrained him with my hand. I licked his cock-head, then ran my tongue
along the sensitive underside of his penis.

By this point, the pre-cum was running down his shaft onto his balls. I
licked them clean, then started sucking his nuts, while running my fingers
over his glans. After a while, I decided I'd frustrated and excited Larry
and myself enough. I gave us what we wanted and positioned my lips on his
cock-head. A moment later, Larry gave us what we wanted and rammed his
swollen pecker down my throat. He almost came in that first instant, but we
weren't ready, yet. I could feel him pulling himself back from the brink of
orgasm.

Moe, Larry, Curly and I sucked each other for several minutes. I realized we
were all synchronizing our actions, slowly and steadily increasing the
erotic level of the entire group. No, we weren't doing things in unison like
a machine. It was more like an experienced band, where each member is
playing a part that's unique and yet coordinated with all the other players.

Curly came first, followed almost instantly by Larry. As soon as Larry's
semen started flooding my mouth, I began pumping my own load down Curly's
eager throat. Moe was so busy drinking Curly's hot man juice that he delayed
his own climax by several seconds.

When the storm was over, we remained in a rough square on the floor,
clinging to each other and waiting for our breath and heartbeats to return
to normal.

Although I'd just had the most intense orgasm of my life, I realized I
wasn't feeling the relaxation that total release usually brings. Instead, I
was even more horny than I'd been before.

I got up, grabbed the closest man - it happened to be Larry - and positioned
him on his hands and knees in front of me. Curly caught my right wrist and
turned my hand so the palm was facing upward. He was holding a long, slender
object in his other hand. It looked remarkably like a dildo. It squirted a
thick creamy fluid onto my hand. It seemed like a conventional lubricant,
but when I smeared it onto my already stiff, throbbing cock, it grew even
harder.

Larry's butt was perfectly positioned a few inches in front of the tip of my
erect penis. A second later, I had slid my full length into his anus. The
shared body-awareness was still working. Not only was the sensation of
penetrating his tight asshole incredibly pleasurable in its own right, but I
was intensely aware of the way my swift entry was exciting Larry.

Waves of pleasure washed through both our bodies as I began thrusting into
Larry. Suddenly, my excitement jumped to another quantum state as a penis
slid into my rectum. Even without looking behind me, I knew it was Moe.
Curly moved to the front of the line, slid under Larry and took Larry's cock
into his mouth while Larry started sucking him.

Once again, the four of us began synchronizing our climb toward orgasm. I
felt like my nerve endings were starting to smolder under the overload of
sensations from my cock and ass, multiplied by the other men's sexual
excitement.

A soft sound made me look up from the exciting sight of my penis sliding in
and out of Larry's buns. I gasped in astonishment. Only the shared sexual
sensations stopped me from freezing in place. A door had opened at the back
of the compartment and two more entities had stepped inside.

Their bulging foreheads, wider than human, tapered smoothly to narrow,
almost pointed, chins. Their eyes were giant black ovals with tiny white
pupils, set horizontally and spanning the entire width of their faces. Their
mouths were tiny, almost lipless, horizontal slits. I couldn't see any
evidence of noses or ears. Their heads were completely hairless. So were
their naked bodies, I realized when I finally looked down from those
unbelievable heads.

The aliens  were built like young children, under five feet tall and
weighing less than a hundred pounds. Their skin was a uniform light gray,
almost white. It's almost certain that they were mammals. Their genitals
were tiny, but completely human-looking. One was male and the other was
female. Except for their inescapably alien presence and obvious physical
maturity, they might have been an eight-year-old boy and girl in
film-quality makeup.

The female came over to stand beside me and stare at my cock driving like a
piston into Larry's asshole. There was no real expression on her face. Her
mouth opened slightly, but her lips remained perfectly horizontal. The
pupils of her eyes might have widened slightly. At this distance, I could
tell she had small but distinct breasts. Her nipples were a darker shade of
gray than her skin. They seemed to swelling and hardening as she continued
watching the action on the floor.

Something else was swelling and hardening, too. The male had moved to my
other side and was rapidly growing erect. His attention seemed to be focused
on the female. When he glanced at me, I got the impression he was making
sure I didn't pose a threat to either of them.

She seemed fascinated by my long hair and closely-trimmed beard, gingerly
reaching out to touch my head and face. When she was sure I wasn't going to
bite, she began stroking me vigorously. As she continued petting me, I could
tell from the motion of her breasts that she was breathing harder.

Finally, she gripped my head with both hands and turned it so my face was
pressed against her pubis. She started moving her pelvis, rubbing her mons
against the hair on my chin and cheeks. She smelled and tasted (yeah, by
this point there was definitely some taste involved) about like an excited
human female.

No need to get embarrassed about asking, Agent Strong. I'm primarily gay,
but I have had long-term sexual relationships with several women. You don't
have to hide behind your desk like that, either. I'm not going to attack
you. Unless that's what you want . . .

I was starting to wonder if Captain Kirk had days like this when she lifted
one leg and spun so she was straddling Larry, with her crotch still pressed
against my face. A second later, her boyfriend moved behind her.

No, he didn't poke her in the asshole. His pecker had grown much longer than
a human organ of equivalent size and he was easily able to reach between her
legs and insert himself into her pussy. Except for the difference in scale,
her genitals could have been human; her labia majora, labia  minora and
clitoris were all in the right places.

A couple of years ago, my last girlfriend and I  were at the San Antonio
Zoo. It was a cold and rainy day and the place was almost deserted. The rain
started coming down in sheets and we ran into the monkey house. There were
no other humans in the building and the monkeys were horny as hell, fucking
like we'd never seen before. Soon, my girlfriend was getting hot, too. She
took her panties off, put them in her purse and bent over the rail in front
of the big cage. I unzipped my pants, lifted her skirt and took her from
behind while we watched the monkeys. Later, she told me she'd had the most
intense orgasms of her life that afternoon. It was pretty good for me, too.

That's what I think the aliens were doing; getting hot watching the monkeys
fuck. No, it doesn't bother me. I've always had a little streak of
exhibitionism and watching them excited me, too.

Of course, I don't think I was abducted simply for that little orgy. That
frightening medical exam was probably the primary purpose. They probably
picked me because I was alone in an isolated area. The exams could be simple
scientific curiosity. Human biologists are certainly interested in new
animals. But there have been so many abduction stories that I suspect
there's a deeper purpose. Maybe they're trying to determine if the Earth's
increasing pollution levels are affecting our bodies. That would explain the
repeated sampling.

Well, it's just a theory. Sure, I'll go back to describing the events. There
isn't much more to tell.

I was still fucking Larry's butt while he and Curly were sucking each
other's cocks. The space babe was bent over, staring at Moe's cock sliding
in and out of my asshole. Her crotch was pressed against my face and my
tongue was stroking her clitoris. Sometimes, I'd move my head to lick her
boyfriend's cock and balls while he plowed her from behind.

She was now making a rhythmic sound. It wasn't the harsh cawing noise human
women often make. It was more like singing a simple phrase, one note sliding
up to another, over and over, except that her voice was about two octaves
higher than any human could manage. The musical cries were mixed with
breathless exclamations in the same Oriental-sounding language that Moe,
Larry and Curly had used. She was obviously having multiple orgasms.

The alien male came next. He began convulsively ramming his penis into her
while uttering high-pitched cries of his own. Some of his semen escaped from
her vagina onto my tongue. It had a slightly astringent, definitely
non-human taste.

An instant later, I began ejaculating inside Larry. I could feel Moe's juice
pumping into my asshole and I was aware that Larry and Curly were also
reaching climax.

The aliens left quickly, with the woman pausing for an instant to fondle my
hair and beard one more time. The rest of us collapsed in a heap. I fell
asleep within seconds.

That's all I know. I woke up staring into the rising sun. I was in the
driver's seat of the 300-ZX, parked beside the road at approximately the
same spot where I first saw the alien ship. I ate breakfast at Fort Stockton
and drove on to Austin. I spent the whole trip wondering if I should report
this.

It was a toss-up, but I finally decided to go ahead and call the FBI. The
worst thing that could happen was that you'd think I was a nut and ignore
me. One of those "Argosy" stories was about a Brazilian farmer who claimed
he fucked a space chick. I didn't believe him and I don't really expect you
to believe me.

Hopefully, someone else will come in some day and corroborate my story. Or
maybe this will corroborate someone else's report. UFOs used to be a sort of
intellectual curiosity for me. I never really believed they were spacecraft.
Now it's different.

My experience was mostly pleasant, although bizarre. But, I wonder if worse
things have happened to other people. What do the aliens want? They've been
here for at least fifty years. U.S. Air Force pilots were reporting "flying
saucers" in the 1940's.

Oh well. I don't expect you to have any answers, or to tell me if you do.
That's my story. Unless you have some more questions, I'll be on my way.

It's been a pleasure meeting you, Special Agent Strong. Oh! I didn't realize
FBI agents got excited.

No, forget I said that. Look, it's been a rough couple of days and I'm going
to go have a drink. Would you like to join me?

OK, I'll meet you outside in a few minutes. . .

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Copyright (c) 2003 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious except Mulder and Scully. Any resemblance to
actual people, places, things or alien abductions is coincidental. The FBI
did not cooperate in writing this story.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted
diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex and
stay off deserted West Texas roads at midnight.

Current postings: A New World, Video Boys, Cowboys Don't Kiss, Coming Home
(Gay/Encounters); UFO (Bisexual/Science Fiction)

Coming soon: Dawn (Gay/Encounters); Ginger, The Trespassers, Hippie Hollow
(Bisexual/Encounters)

In Progress: Sex Education (Gay/First Time)

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