Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2009 07:17:47 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Adam Conquers Earth, Chapter 15

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	My thanks to the readers for their kindness in response to this
story. There is a moment here that I have been saving to present when the
time is right, that time is now. It's no secret that my love scenes can be
emotional, it just takes the proper amount of motivation...I felt inspired
in this chapter, but you will decide.

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					Adam Conquers Earth (M/B)

Chapter Fifteen

	Steve watched the men in the dojo with rapt attention. Tim was
sparring with a short Asian guy and the man was giving Tim a hard
time. Size did not equal power, how many times had he heard that? The Asian
man was light on his feet; he could jump high enough to tag Tim's shoulder
with his toes. Their match ended and they bowed to one another, then they
walked over.

	"Steve, this is Jan," Tim said.

	Jan was all of two inches taller than Steve and he felt the guy's
warm dark eyes sizing him up.

	"You are learning combat?" Jan asked. His accent was thick and yet
cultured, a university student Steve guessed.

	"I'm learning some basics, you have an incredibly high kick," Steve
said.

	Jan smiled. "I am not so tall; I must reach for the stars."

	"Jan is a doctoral student from Hong Kong, I know his father," Tim
explained.

	"Thank you for the time, Tim. I must go and meet Patrick. Have a
good weekend, both of you," Jan said. He shook hands with them both and
headed for the locker room.

	"His father was one of China's most experienced martial artists,
Jan is going to be just like his father in that regard, but he's studying
to be a surgeon. One discipline feeds the other," Tim said. "So, you ready
to go?"

	"Aren't you going to change?" Steve asked.

	"I'd rather shower at home with my sweet loving back scrubber," Tim
grinned.

	"OK, now you're talkin."

	It was Friday night, Tim had only come to the dojo for his
appointed workout with Jan, and then Steve was his for the weekend. Once
Jean had seen her son working out she understood what Tim could do for the
boy, any form of discipline at that age was welcome.

	Steve seemed calmer, less irritable these days, and Jean credited
it to his responsibility to the show, and Tim. Taking the boy to a
tournament and sailing on Saturday and Sunday had seemed like a great way
to reward Steve for his good behavior. It gave her two nights alone with
Frank and the little project they were working on in the bedroom.

	Steve slid into the Ferrari and buckled up. "I have you all to
myself," He said.

	Tim smiled. "Yes, you do...I love you, baby."  He had a candlelight
dinner planned, just the two of them. They drove up into the hills and
pulled into Tim's around six-thirty. The sky was gray with smog, and it lay
like a blanket across the city. Not a good time to sit outside in the warm
night air.

	Dinner was already prepared, it just needed to be heated, but they
had to shower first. Work had kept them apart for most of the week, and so
Steve was a horn dog even before the clothes started coming off. Just
contemplating Tim's body as it was slowly revealed was almost enough to
bring him off, but Steve knew there were better moments ahead.

	To hold back the feelings Steve focused on washing and jabbered
about the tourney they would see in the morning. Regional events were a
good spectator sport, but Tim wouldn't compete. The art of fighting was
best left to the younger crowd on the way up in the rankings. Tim had seen
his days of competition; he didn't have anything to prove at this point.

	Being clean and naked was all too much for Steve, once dry he went
and leapt on the bed and sprawled out on his back. Tim stood at the foot of
the bed and gazed down at the seductive gift the boy's body
presented. Nature had been so kind, and this vision of loveliness was all
his for the taking.

	Gone was any fear that he might have had about being Steve's
lover. They were twenty some years apart in age, but what they shared was
emotionally equal. It wasn't just any boy that held his heart, it was this
boy. His eyes betrayed those innermost feelings and Steve looked up at him
with concern.

	"Are you OK?"

	Tim smiled. "Yes baby, more than OK. I feel like Adam, come to
Earth and discovering something so real and wonderful...discovering you."

	Steve smiled as Tim crawled into bed and hovered over him. His arms
sought Tim's neck and the man leaned down until their lips met. Then he
felt the pressure of Tim's body against his skin and Steve felt that
familiar dizziness sweep through his mind. Being the object of such loving
attention, and knowing that desire would soon carry them away was always
overwhelming.

	Tim felt the hunger as he kissed those sweet lips, Steve was
starved for attention and every nerve in his body was straining to wring a
measure of passion from their embrace. It was easier for him; he had years
of experience that the boy could not possibly understand. But it was the
inexperience of youth, the very essence of that unbounded passion that made
this all so desirable.

	Tim kissed the smooth skin of Steve's slender neck and then across
his chest to a sweet budding nipple. He heard the boy suck in a breath as
he nibbled, feeling the nipple swell and become hard. Tim allowed his
fingers to roam, grasping, rubbing, all to entice that smooth flesh to
engage at his touch. And as Steve's body trembled he sunk his head further,
sliding down to the silky skin of Steve's scrotum.

	A massive groan accompanied Tim's move as he pulled Steve's tender
orbs onto his mouth with a swipe of his tongue. The plump elliptical source
of that creamy goodness Steve ejaculated always attracted Tim's
attention. They were growing and yet still hairless as he sucked them in
and pulled them away from Steve's body.

	"Oh God," Steve moaned. He loved the feeling as Tim's tongue
swirled around his balls. Steve spread his legs in case Tim had something
else in mind, and he did. The sack of precious goodies slapped back against
his groin as Steve felt Tim dive beneath them, strong arms lifted his legs
as that insistent tongue sought to penetrate his very core.

	The taste of Steve's inner flesh made Tim's cock throb. He wanted
to mount the boy and take his measure, plumbing the depth of that
heat...but not yet, it was too soon. And so Tim slid his face away, his
tongue tracing its way back up until it encountered the hardness of Steve's
cock. The boy wrapped his legs around Tim's back as he felt his cock
engulfed in the moist warmth of a hungry mouth.

	Steve was ready to explode, it had been too long and the pressure
was already building. His groan of pleasure was soon followed by panting as
he tried to hold off the inevitable, but the surge had already begun. It
didn't need to be declared, Tim knew all the signs by now. The legs
tightened around his back, Steve's back arched and the boy all but screamed
as his cock spewed forth a solid stream of sweetness.

	The groans, the tenseness of Steve's body all said that every ounce
of his being was focused on the five inches between his legs. Tim felt the
major eruption subside into smaller squirts of seed as he swallowed what
had become a major offering from the boy. No watery little man orgasm,
Steve was shooting real bullets, and Tim's mouth filled with the boy's
tasty essence.

	Steve deflated and Tim just stopped moving, holding that trembling
tube of flesh in his mouth and allowing Steve's legs to slide back onto the
mattress. And then suddenly he applied suction and Steve squealed in mock
anguish as Tim withdrew his mouth slowly, stripping away the remains of his
sperm laden feast before he swallowed.

	Steve's chest was heaving, his heart pounding away and Tim laid his
face on the boy's belly to absorb the moment and share in the
afterglow. Soft fingers rubbed across his scalp and caressed his hair, Tim
smiled, Steve was back from that orgasmic plane.

	Now the boy would want his due, but that sweet appetizer had only
stoked Tim's real craving. Dinner first, they had all night for love. He
raised his head and reamed Steve's belly button with his tongue. That set
the boy off in peals of laughter, a sound Tim craved.

	"OK, dinner, baby," Tim said as he sat up.

	Steve bounced his body on the bed and slid into Tim's arms for a
kiss, and then he was ready to eat. Tim preheated the oven and then slid
the two containers in to warm up. He loved to cook, but he was surrounded
by talent far surpassing his own. Luigi had prepared these meals and
dropped them in the fridge earlier that afternoon.

	Steve dug in his overnight bag and produced a plastic case. "What's
that?" Tim asked.

	Steve smiled. "A surprise, something I'm sure you'll want to
see. Can we eat in front of the television?"

	So much for candlelight, but he could never deny the boy...and he
loved surprises. "OK, sure," Tim said.

	Tim served dinner on the broad coffee table as Steve pulled out the
disk and secretively placed it in the DVD player. Tim had no idea what he
was about to see. The broad screen television started off dark as the disk
began to play, and then he heard familiar music.

	"I was eleven when this was recorded," Steve said. "Probably one of
the best roles I ever played. The producer had it professionally filmed,
and I would do this show again in a heartbeat. You know what is, right?"

	Tim smiled. "Oliver...starring my sweet baby boy."

	Steve grinned and turned back to watch the screen. Tim had seen the
movie, but never a live performance. They ate quietly as the overture
finished and the story began to unfold. By the time Mr. Bumble was dragging
Oliver across the stage in an attempt to sell his service, they were both
sitting back on the couch.

	Tim had known Steve sang, but he was enthralled by the little boy
before him on the screen. The kid could act, even at such a young age. No
wonder Alan had snatched him up for the show. The sweet young voice was
light and innocent as he spoke, and the recording was truly of professional
quality.

	Steve snuggled up close as Oliver was locked in the workroom of the
funeral home; his big song was coming up. That precious face he knew so
well was softer, the hair a bit shorter, but Tim watched as Steve sold the
emotions in that one plaintive song.

	"Where is love...?" Oliver sang and Tim found himself immersed in
the emotion of the moment. The camera held a close up of the boy's face and
Tim could see the tears that slowly rolled down little Steve's face. God,
the boy was so into his part. And as if to remind him that the real Steve
was beside him, the boy slid a hand across Tim's chest and hugged him
tight.

	The image on the screen blurred a bit, and Tim realized he was
crying along with the little boy on the screen. He felt such empathy for
the child on that stage, he was drawn in. But the real emotions were for
the boy he loved now, the Steve clinging to him so tightly. Tim paused the
disk as he looked down into Steve's smiling face.

	"Love is here, isn't it? I didn't know what love meant before I
found you," Steve whispered, reaching up to wipe away Tim's tears.

	"Oh God yes, baby. You were feeling it even back then, weren't
you?" Tim asked.

	Steve nodded. "I was in love with the boy who played Dodger; it was
a severe crush really. But all through rehearsal he never gave me the time
of day even though I knew he was gay. It hurt so bad...I thought of him
every time I sang this song so the tears would be real."

	Tim pulled the boy into his lap and kissed his face. "You don't
have to cry anymore, we have all the love you'll ever need."

	Steve seemed to melt into him as Tim lay over on the couch and
cuddled the boy in his arms. Steve reached for the remote and set the disk
running. They hardly moved a muscle in the next hour and a half of the
show. But Tim watched the scenes Steve had with the Dodger, and he could
see the admiration in the boy's eyes whenever there was a close up shot.

	It was good Steve had this record of his accomplishment. It showed
his talent at such a young age, he was an excellent singer. But it was also
a reminder of his youthful folly with the Dodger. Steve had used those
moments of frustration and pain to add credibility to his part in the show
as only a true performer could.

	It left Tim with a warm feeling inside. For if Steve was to achieve
greatness in his career that meant he would draw on his feelings about
their love for inspiration. It was a responsibility Tim had never
faced. Giving Steve all he needed to rise to the top in his profession was
what they shared now, these moments of love. And with that thought he
caressed the boy's long blond locks with great feeling.

	Steve rolled over and pressed his body tightly against Tim. The
emotions were there, and so was the urgent hardness between his legs.

	Tim smiled and leaned down to kiss Steve's nose. "Come on,
baby...let's go to bed for a little of that love you need so much."

	It was hard to walk with Steve clinging to him so tightly. Tim
killed the entertainment system with the touch of a button and scooped the
boy up in his arms. Tonight he would put to rest the question Oliver had so
pleadingly asked. He would show Steve the source of his love and hope the
boy never needed to ask that question again.

	The next hours were filled with proof of that love as Tim thrust
and came, thrust and came, all to the cries of passion Steve emitted. The
image of that forlorn little boy crying in the darkness made Tim gentle
until Steve urged him on faster and faster. But if Tim considered that
little Steve in his thoughts as he sought to fulfill their passion, this
Steve had no doubt that he was being loved by a man and not some silly
egotistical fifteen year old Dodger from the past.

	About as Tim expected, one orgasm was not enough to quell Steve's
desires. The boy was expert enough now to allow Tim to climax before he
allowed his own seed to flow. The trembling body beneath him was always
thrilling enough for Tim to achieve major success and the bonus was
watching Steve cut loose as he filled the boy's insides with his cum.

	And Steve clung to him tightly, as if that grasp would not allow
their parting. Steve never wilted, the advantages of youth, but Tim
eventually did. They showered and Tim lay back, knowing exactly what Steve
would do. The boy worked his wiles with mouth and tongue, and eventually
having fingered his way up Tim's backside he began to get a rise out of his
man once again.

	Tim laughed as Steve pushed his legs up and scooted up close. But
an aggressive five inch cock was still quite thrilling and Steve enjoyed
the groans he elicited from Tim's throat. And once Steve felt he'd inspired
Tim's body back in the game he pulled out and sat on the evidence of that
readiness.

	Like most boys, Steve loved riding a cock. The penetration was
deeper, the action rougher, and he could look down into adoring eyes, the
ultimate ego food. Tim moaned and groaned, knowing this time it would take
longer, but Steve was counting on that. It was the slap, slap, slap of
Steve's stiff cock on his belly that finally brought Tim into focus and he
felt himself swell. He groaned out the orgasm to the thrill of watching
Steve's body thrash with excitement and that slapping sound ended as the
boy squirted another load across Tim's chest.

	Steve grinned before falling forward into Tim's embrace. Love had
triumphed; his need had been well and truly serviced. He lay panting in
Tim's arms and secretly smiled, there was always tomorrow night.

	The Saturday tournament was fascinating to watch. Steve saw boys
from eight on up to hunky twenty-something guys who looked sincerely
dangerous as they fought. The younger crowd reminded Steve of Kenji and he
longed to see his little Japanese friend once again. Maybe in the fall when
the show went on hiatus. They would be done by the end of September or
mid-October, Steve wasn't sure of the schedule.

	Tim took him out to lunch and then drove south towards Long Beach.

	"Where we going?" Steve asked.

	Tim smiled. "My turn for a little surprise, baby."

	They parked at the docks and Steve could see the tall mast of 'The
Real Deal', the large boat Tim had taken them on a few weeks before. He
followed Tim down the dock until he stopped beside another boat, this one
only about twenty feet long.

	"What's this?" Steve asked.

	"Hmm, maybe we better go look," Tim said. He led Steve to the back
of the boat so they could view the transom, and there in gold lettering
Steve got his surprise. 'Steve's Deal' it said, and he looked at Tim with
astonishment.

	"This is your boat; it only needs a crew of two so we can have some
private fun. Shall we climb aboard, Captain?"

	Steve was dumbfounded as they crawled over the side. The rich brass
fittings and well configured cockpit confused him a little. He didn't know
anything about boats, but knowing Tim, he was about to learn. Tim opened
the companionway door and they slid below into the cabin.

	He could see it was outfitted for two. A small galley, two built in
chairs and a table, and forward there was a single bedroom, at least the
bed was a double. Steve turned and gave Tim a hug, and then he held him off
at arm's length. The question in his eyes became a word.

	"Why?" Steve asked.

	Tim nodded. "Because I want you to have a place of escape, and
sailing will be a new discipline for you to learn. You won't be able to
sail her alone for a few years, but there's room for four if we wanted to
take Brian and Mark out for a run. And I wanted to give you
something...something rich and yet practical, and something that won't
raise your parents suspicions.

	"This isn't a new boat, but she's special and has received loving
attention, just like I hope you've felt from me. Vince and Terry will be
here any minute and show you the ropes so we can take a short cruise out
beyond the breakwater."

	"Wow....woweee," Steve said, and threw his arms around Tim's
waist. "You are so good to me," He said.

	"That's the idea," Tim replied.

	"So are we going to sail on this tomorrow?" Steve asked.

	"Yeah, I thought we might take a little sail around Catalina, have
some lunch and get you home before dark, does that sound good?"

	Steve smiled. "Yeah, all but the going home part."

	"Soon, baby...it won't be long before we can live together. The
boat just gives us another excuse to spend time together, time your parents
won't object to. What your mom knows about you might lead her to suspect
what we share, and it's too soon for that to happen...much too soon."

	"So when I'm sixteen?"

	"Maybe, your parents would have to agree at that age, eighteen and
you could decide," Tim said.

	"Oh, then I'll have to make sure it's sixteen, I can't wait that
long."

	Vince and Terry arrived, and after a half hour of show and tell
they set sail, but first they motored out to the buoy. The little craft
heeled over smartly in the strong off shore breeze, affecting a steep rake
as they ran before the wind. Tim gloried in the vision of Steve leaning
into the wind; he was really in his element out here.

	Sailing always brought out the best in a boy, Tim remembered his
own youth. They would have thrills sailing the coast, and moments of quiet
calm where peace would reign in their lives. The slap of sails in the
breeze always evoked romantic visions, man against the sea, nature at its
finest.

	They docked at four and Steve gave both Vince and Terry a
hug. Vince dug in his backpack and pulled out a yachtsman's cap, setting it
squarely on Steve's head. "Now you look ready to be captain, have fun," He
said.

	Tim led Steve back to the car and they rode back north to the
house. "Where would you like to eat tonight?" Tim asked on the ride.

	Steve laughed. "This might sound really strange, but I have a
craving for sushi."

	"Really? That's great; I'd love to eat sushi with you."

	"Do we have to get all dressed up?"

	"Oh hell no, shorts and sandals will be just fine...I know just the
place too," Tim said.

	"Let's go shower off this salt," Steve said, and then he
grinned. "I need someone to wash my back."

	Tim made a call when they got back to the house and they
showered. The afternoon of salt air and sunshine had made Steve horny
again, not that he needed an excuse to bone up. It was Tim's pleasure to
slide to his knees in the shower and take care of that little detail, which
grew into a large orgasm before he was done.

	'Arigato' was a casual place in a tiny storefront off Hollywood
Boulevard, but once inside the feeling of ancient Japan took hold. They
were greeted at the door by a smiling man who greeted Tim by name.

	"Mr. Real, it has been so long since you have come to see us," He
said.

	"Life does not always allow us the pleasures we desire,
Mr. Yamato...so today it does. This is my friend Steve; we spent several
weeks in the presence of the sacred mountain earlier this year. I think we
both need another good dose of Japanese hospitality."

	"Ahh, Fuji-san brings you to me, how wonderful...right this way,"
Yamato said.

	They followed him past booths in a general dining area that held a
few people and through a garden room with a tinkling waterfall. They pushed
through a beautifully decorated Noren curtain and into the privacy of the
sushi bar.

	"Do you wish a table or would you like to watch?" Yamato asked.

	"I think Steve would like to watch it being made," Tim said.

	Yamato gestured to the bar and they sat down on two high
chairs. "Dozo, konichi-wah," one of the three sushi chefs said. "You have
been here before?"

	"Not in some time," Tim said. "Is Tutsi-san still working here?"

	"Ah, you know Tutsi? He has returned to the homeland for
retirement," The man said with a grin. "I am his student, my name is
Gengi."

	"Well Genji-san, I look forward to seeing more of you," Tim said.

	They picked up the menu card and ordered several different kinds of
sushi. Steve sat fascinated as knives flashed, and sure fingers formed the
little rolls of rice around the contents of their meal. Genji carefully
placed the results on a decorated plate and presented them. He smiled at
Steve.

   	"You know wasabi?"

	"Hot...very hot," Steve said. "I tried it in Tokyo."

	"Oh, you have been to Japan?" Genji asked.

	"Yes, a beautiful country, it was my first visit," Steve said.

	"And what did you see?" Genji asked.

	"I saw the sun rise over Fuji-san, which was probably the most
impressive thing I've ever seen."

	Genji turned to his fellow chefs and rattled something off in
Japanese. They all stopped and looked at Steve, before bowing to him and
then resuming their tasks.

	"What did you say?" Steve asked.

	Genji put down his knife and smiled. "If I was to ask a Japanese
boy of your age what he saw in America on his first visit he would say
Disneyland or Hollywood. I ask you this question and you reply that you
observed the rising sun over our most sacred mountain.

	"You may not understand, but I am Zen Buddhist, and I have not been
home for many years. The image you gave me was most welcome, a sight I saw
many times for myself. Now you reach into my heart and place that longing
there once again, I must go home and see this vision again. Thank you."

	"You're welcome," Steve said.

	The three of them chatted away throughout the meal and shared
thoughts about both countries. Genji kept feeding them delicacies. The man
behind a sushi bar was no different than a bartender, he was there to talk
and listen to the customers as he worked. Steve finally held up a hand.

	"I am full, no more," He laughed. They had a cup of hot green tea
to settle the meal and then it was time to leave. All three chefs came out
from behind the bar and bowed, Tim and Steve returned the compliment.

	"Come to see us again soon," Genji said, and they promised they
would.

	"That was fun," Steve said as they walked to the car.

	Tim nodded. "Yes, and I think Genji likes you a lot. Not many boys
could impress that man like you did."

	"He was cool, and I'm stuffed."

	The breeze throughout the day had lifted the chemical fog that had
hung over the city all week, and tonight the air was clear. Soon the Santa
Anna winds would blow in from the desert and the hills around Los Angles
would become dry. But that was some months away; tonight they could view
the city as they swam.

	The skyline was bright with colored lights as Steve and Tim lay
down on an air mattress and gazed up at the stars. "This is so beautiful,"
Steve said.

	"Yes you are," Tim replied.

	Steve giggled. "I mean being here with you, this place, what I
see. It relaxes me; I get all tense during the week."

	"I just don't want you to work so hard that you forget how to be a
kid, OK."

	"Oh, I wouldn't worry about me forgetting anything. This just
allows me to push all that away even thought I know what's coming."

	"We hardly talk about your work," Tim said. "If you have problems
you know I'll listen."

	Steve sighed. "We do the school dance next week, well part of
it. There are so many kids involved that Alan thinks it will take days to
work out. But I have to dance with Beverly and try to kiss her; I'm not
looking forward to that."

	"The kissing? Hell, you're an expert on that," Tim said.

	"Yeah...but she's not. I mean I don't want it to look too real,
it's supposed to be awkward."

	"I didn't know she was going to kiss you."

	Steve nodded. "Yeah, it's all a part of her trying to make Adam
jealous."

	Tim chuckled. "This is all starting to sound like a teen soap
opera, why is Mark taking it this way?"

	"Oh, he's right. This is all to set up Adam finding out the Vice
Principal is an alien too."

	Tim started laughing. "You guys are really going out on a limb this
season, more aliens?"

	Steve smiled. "Yeah, and she won't be the last one either, Adam's
dad is due to show up at the end of the season."

	Tim stopped laughing. "Actually, that's a good move, it makes
sense."

	"Yeah, Mark is way into the whole story for this show; he says that
we have to think way down the road on this one."

	"And what about you, Steve...what's way down your road?" Tim asked.

	"Um...I want to be in a movie."

	"Just any old movie? What kind of part?"

	"At my age, I'd probably be someone's kid...not like I could get a
romantic lead or anything," Steve said.

	"The way you kiss? Baby, you can be my romantic lead any day," Tim
said.

	They made love under the stars, not the first time but definitely
the best. Tim had been watching the stress level go up in both boys, he was
sure Mark felt it too. Vacations aside, he wondered if the boys knew it was
only going to get worse. It was the side effect of their careers, and at
least they had understanding lovers. Like Brian he would not let the
Hollywood scene get through the barriers and touch his boy.

	'Steve's Deal' was a tight little craft and it felt like the boat
had wings as they flew towards Catalina. Tim was careful to explain all the
ups and downs to Steve, for a sailor that wasn't cautious could easily lose
control. He allowed the boy to pilot the craft into the harbor and they
eventually tied up at the dock.

	Sunday was a busy day here in Avalon, a heavy load of tourists
meant lots of fans and Steve was immediately recognized. It was unfortunate
that he became self conscious as the gaggle of girls followed him up the
street. No matter where they stopped the girls were right behind. They
finally ducked into a little bistro and the girls waited outside.

	"Don't they have a life? Where are their fucking parents?" Steve
groaned.

	"Chill, kiddo...they aren't hurting you in any way," Tim said.

	"It gets so meaningless; I don't like them, why do they bother?"

	"Because you've created a personality, a star they identify with
that feeds their fantasy. Believe me, if they all disappeared tomorrow
you'd miss them," Tim said.

	"I guess, they love the show and that's what this is really all
about. Mom said she saw a car sitting across the street the other night
with three girls in it, you think they tracked me down already?"

	"Yeah, Miguel told them to get lost, I know about that stuff," Tim
said. "Maybe I should tell your mother that you guys have to move to a more
secure location."

	"See, that's the shit that gets to me...fans are an inconvenience,"
Steve said.

	All the way back to the boat Steve tried to ignore the girls, but
finally he turned and signed autographs, hoping that would send them
away. But the girls were persistent and followed along asking questions
until Tim said they had to leave. They managed to sail away without
encountering any further disruption.

	There was a police car sitting in front of Steve's house when they
arrived later that afternoon. Vince was there talking to the uniforms when
Tim pulled up. If it had been an emergency they would have called him, but
Vince had the office duty today, he knew Tim was out sailing.

	"What's up?" Tim asked, admonishing Steve to remain in the car as
he got out.

	"The Mrs. called in. Someone rang the bell and left a package on
the doorstep before they vanished. She did the right thing, I called in the
uniforms," Vince said.

	"And the box?"

	"Had a legit return address, turned out to be a stuffed toy and
some fan literature. Seems this group of girls has formed a club and wants
Steve's attention. Mrs. Biddle is a little embarrassed by it all."

	Tim nodded. "I need to get them out of here, this is all too public
and unsecured...maybe I'll be able to persuade her now. What do the cops
say?"

	Vince smiled. "They'd agree with you, just doing their paperwork
now. How was the sailing?"

	"Sweet, great little boat. You can take off, I'll deal with this,"
Tim said.

	Vince gave Steve a wave and walked back to his car. Tim led Steve
inside where Jean gave them the whole story.

	"So fans caused this, maybe we ought to move," Steve said.

	"Move where?" His father asked.

	"Someplace private, Dad...it's going to get worse."

	"What do you say, Tim?" Jean asked.

	"Mark is secure in his new home; we could do the same for you."

	"Those places are expensive," Frank said.

	"Shut up, Frank," Jean said.

	"Dad...Mom, I can afford it...this is all because of me, let's
spend my money," Steve said.

	"I don't know if we're allowed to Steve," Jean said.

	"You are," Tim said. "A house is an investment, that's allowed. You
would just hold it in trust for Steve, just like Rosie has done for Mark. I
really think it's about time you got Steve an agent to advise you."

	"You know the answers, can you be his agent?" Jean asked.

	"Me? No, I don't know that part of the business. Trainer and coach,
that I can handle," Tim said. "I'll have Constance call you, she set Mark
up and knows the housing market really well."

	The school cafeteria looked grand. Tina and a bunch of the kids had
worked with the prop department to turn it into quite a showplace for the
school dance scenes. Mark and Alan had decided to forgo the guest star for
the band; it didn't really work with the final script. Instead they had
trolled the talent agencies looking for a good DJ to play the music these
kids probably didn't know.

	Tina had been the one who suggested the dance ought to have a
theme, and then she went on to reveal the hidden talents of some of her
extra kids. JJ Bennett and Mario Talbot were both dancers, as were several
of the girls. Alan had been intrigued, Mark thought it was a brilliant
call; they would turn the cafeteria into a disco.

	Vice-Principal Jones was going to play a big part in the dance
scenes, and so they brought in a dance coach to work with Brenda, JJ and
Mario. The extras had little knowledge of that era, but they were coached
as well.

	Mark and Steve got into the dance routines as well; Beverly and
most of the girls were having great fun. This wasn't going to be another
version of High School Musical, just a bunch of adolescent kids having fun
on a Friday night. And they needed to be just kids, fumbling their way
through the unfamiliar dances, just as their attempts to woo the opposite
sex would be awkward.

	But Brenda and her two cohorts practiced hard and when the
production team sat down to watch the results they were astounded. It
looked like an outtake from Saturday Night Fever and the television
audience would just love it. Mark and Steve grinned, this was going to be
one of the best things they had ever done.

	Gina came up with a ton of period clothing, allowing Mark and Steve
to pick through it first. Brian laughed at some of the outfits they tried
on, although he did like the tight pants with the flared bottoms. Yeah,
they would have to hand out a lot of dance belts for this
scene. Unfortunately Gina begged Brian to give that little speech to the
boys in the cast, it would be a lot less embarrassing for the kids.

	Twenty seven boys gathered in the Men's locker room, Mark and Steve
were noticeably absent. Brian held up a dance belt.

	"Do you guys know what this is?" Brian asked.

	"A jock," Came one reply.

	"A dance belt," Another answered.

	"Correct, a dance belt." Brian smiled. "So how many of you have
ever been kicked in the balls?"  Some blushing and then a few hands went
up. "No fun, is it?" He laughed.

	"OK, the dance scene requires you to wear tight fitting pants; each
of you will get one of these to wear under it. This will hold your precious
equipment close to your body and prevent any damage to said parts. You
might feel it a bit confining, but that's the idea, you have to wear it.

	"I know some of you find this embarrassing to think about, but if
you pop a boner during a scene and the camera catches it there will be a
whole lot more embarrassing issues. The dance belt just assures that none
of you will have any unexpected bulges during the scenes. Any questions?"

	A hand went up. "Do they come in extra large?"

	"Yes...but you'll have to prove to Gina that you need one," Brian
grinned, the little wiseass.

	"If we have to use the bathroom does it come off easy?"

	"Yeah, it's just like tight underwear, that's all. Look, I wear one
in Tai-kwan-do competition, it gives you a sense of security, and you won't
be flopping around. But the added pressure on your equipment might be
stimulating at first, many of you will get erections until you get used to
the feelings. That's OK, just keeps the girls guessing, huh?"

	The boys laughed, Brian already saw a few boners just because of
the conversation. Yeah, boys were such sexual creatures once puberty
hit. Dance belts would be assigned by waist size, and Gina handed them out
once the little lecture was over. The boys were told to go put them on for
the day and get used to them, they would get the costume pants tomorrow
when the shooting began.

	Brian left the boys alone, not wishing to perv the locker room
scene while the boys put the belts on. But he wasn't at all surprised when
two boys approached him in the hall and said the darn things wouldn't fit.

	"You want to tell Gina?" I asked.

	"No way...we were kinda hoping you would deal with it, " The one
named Neil said.

	"Evan, you feel the same way?" Brian asked.

	"Yeah...it's embarrassing."

	They waited until the locker room cleared out and Brian led the
boys inside. "Neil, what's your waist size?"

	"A thirty, but that isn't the problem."

	"Twenty-eight for me, same problem," Evan said.

	Both boys were fifteen, Brian knew what was wrong, but he would
have to tell Gina something in greater detail. "OK, try them on for me and
I'll see how much more room you need...lucky bastards."

	Both boys grinned and dropped their pants. Once the boxers came off
Brian understood, nature had been generous to both boys...very
generous. Neil's cock hung a good seven inches over a huge set of
balls. His cock probably didn't get much larger when it became erect and
the confines of the dance belt would probably squeeze his balls pretty
hard, he needed more room.

	Evan was bright red by the time Brian glanced his way, his hands
were hardly adequate to hide the erection he now had. "It's OK, it's
probably just the cool air," Brian said. Neil didn't snicker at his
friend's embarrassment and Evan slowly removed his hands.

	The boy had nothing to be ashamed of, but at his age Brian was sure
he felt that way. The boy had at least a nine inch stiffie and the balls to
support that cannon. Brian smiled and nodded.

	"You're going to make some young ladies very happy some day, but
I'm sure you feel embarrased, sorry."

	Evan smiled. "Yeah, it's sorta the family curse."

	"That's no curse, where do I sign up?" Brian asked.

	"Yeah, really," Neil added.

	"I imagine you both get a lot of looks in the locker room here and
at school, don't let it bother you...the other boys must be jealous. You're
both skinny, that makes the equipment look even bigger. My advice is to eat
better and start working out, make your body fill out and become worthy of
the nice parts you have, OK?

	"Get dressed, and I'll explain to Gina what needs to happen. She
can take a larger belt and adjust the waist. If that doesn't work for you
come tell me."

	"Thanks, Brian," Evan said. Then he looked down at his stiff
cock. "Down boy...down," He laughed.

	Neil laughed too. "You might have to take care of that."

	Brian turned away and left the boys alone, he didn't need to
know. Lord, but he'd like to be a fly on the wall when that thing went off,
it would probably be spectacular. He went back to find Gina and explain the
problem, she said she could make the alterations.

	Brian sat in the production office and had a coffee. Neither of the
two boys had returned to hand in their belts, Brian wondered what was going
on in the locker room. Didn't mean either boy was gay, but maybe Neil had
decided to give Evan a hand with his problem. Both showed up fifteen
minutes later and Gina took the belts, Brian noticed there was no sign of
the earlier problem. Seems they had taken care of business. And just as a
matter of course he mentioned it to Mark and Steve during the lunch break.

	Both smiled. "Yeah, I think they have something going on," Steve
said. "They hang out a lot together."

	"Actors, it happens," Mark said. "I'm not coming out to anyone,
they won't either if they're smart."

	The afternoon was filled with details and the kids were all keyed
up for the shoot tomorrow, the show was about to go disco. The only person
that wasn't going to be in a polyester haze of disco fever was Butch, who
had come to the dance for one reason, he had his sights on Adam.

	Beverly had invited Adam who in turn had invited Steve. That didn't
sit well with her, but her mother was to drive all three to the
school. They had shot the scene in the car, Beverly and Adam in back, Steve
riding shotgun. Most of the scene was innane conversation except that Adam
kept placing his hand on Beverly's leg and she would slap it until the hand
was removed.

	Adam still had no idea what girls liked, and for some reason he was
kept from influencing Beverly with his mind control ability. He'd expressed
to Steve in an earlier conversation that he didn't understand how girls
thought, they only confused him. Now she was dressed in a short skirt and
seemed to be all legs, that had attracted his attention.

	The throbbing beat of KC and the Sunshine Band's song Get Down
Tonight greeted them as the three friends entered the cafeteria. There were
four camera's working the setup, each trying to stay out of the other's
shots as the three kids stood inside the door and looked around with
amazement.

	Flashing lights, mirror balls and tons of crape paper surrounded
them, as the DJ spun out the great disco hits of the seventies and early
eighties. They walked around the room, watching the other students all
dressed up for the event. Adam in the tight polyester pants and wide
collared paisley shirt seemed to fit in perfectly.

	Gina had outdone herself, almost all the kids were wearing period
stuff. The whole center of the cafeteria had been cleared of tables and
chairs to make a large square dance floor where a dozen couples gyrated to
the beat. The rest hugged the walls, girls on one side, boys on the other.

	Alan had plotted out a bunch of quick snapshots, the stars and the
extras. This would allow the flavor of the scene to soak in, all to that
throbbing beat in the background. Beverly took Adam's hand and dragged him
out on the dance floor. Her moves were sophisticated, Adam did little more
than gyrate and bounce up and down. But Beverly was smiling, she finally
had Adam's attention.

	KC and the Sunshine Band faded out and Donna Summer took over,
Beverly grinned as On the Radio began to play. The slow ryhthm of the
opening made her move up close to Adam and place her hands on his shoulders
as he held her waist. The moves were slow and sensual until the beat picked
up and Adam went back to his jumping around.

	In the background JJ and Mario were putting on a show with their
ladies as the song tracked into Hard for the Money and all the kids went
wild. Steve slid up beside them with Denise and the two girls seemed to
connect. But by the end of the dance there were only three, Adam had
disappeared.

	There was a scene with Beverly and Denise dancing as Steve stood by
watching.  Beverly was mad at Adam, and the scene would cut away to Butch
standing by the back door to the maintenance area. He opened a door and
looked onto the boiler room before backing out. The door had two slide
bolts top and bottom and he tested them to make sure they secured the door,
he grinned at the camera and walked away.

	Just as the girls finished dancing Adam walked back up and Beverly
seemed to calm down, he'd only been to the Men's room. Kids moved around
the room and sat down, Beverly and Denise left for the hallway just as
Butch walked in.

	Alan had been trying to keep the flow going without stopping, but
they were reaching the cut point and when the song finished he yelled,
"Cut."

	"Break time, people," Tina yelled. "Thirty minutes, please."

	The stagehands began to slide in the sections of the fancy dance
floor for the fantasy sequence, Steve's big moment. Mark stood in the
corner with Brian and watched the work.

	"The boy has some good moves," Brian said.

	Mark smiled. "Steve is nervous as a cat. I keep telling him if he
makes a mistake we can just shoot it over again, but he is such a
perfectionist."

	"Like you aren't?"

	"Yeah, well...it'll all be fine," Mark said. "Did he tell you about
the boat?"

	"Yup, I think Tim has lost his mind, but I get it."

	"God, have you seen Brenda in costume?" Mark asked.

	"No, but I caught the rehearsal...pretty hot, huh?"

	Mark laughed. "I think we may have a whole new fan base after this
episode airs."

	"It's your fault, you seem to be giving Steve all the good stuff,"
Brian said.

	"Yeah...share the wealth, that's me," Mark said.

	The scene resumed with Adam nowhere in sight and Beverly grabbing
Steve's hand and pulling him out on the dance floor. Unfortunately for
Steve it was a slow romantic tune by the Bee Gees and that meant he had to
come in full contact with the girl.

	Camera shots showed the discomfort on his face as Beverly clutched
him, and then closeups of Beverly looking around the room for Adam. But as
the dance progressed Steve seemed to relax and his hands slid lower on her
back. The camera caught a look of awe on Steve's face and then switched to
a shot of Brenda in her not so vice-principal dance costume standing across
the dance floor.

	It would leave the audience with no doubt that Steve was focused on
her as he danced with Beverly. And then the fantasy sequence began as Steve
slid his hands down below Beverly's waist. She pulled back to look at Steve
and he smiled. Beverly leaned in, closed her eyes and kissed him, not some
innocent peck on the cheek, a full fledged smack on the lips.

	But her eyes flew open as Steve pulled their bodies together, his
hands were grasping her butt. She pushed him away.

	"Steve....stop that," Beverly hissed.

	"Oh...sexy momma," Steve said, his eyes focused on the
vice-principal.

	The slap was real, and Steve only smiled. He had told Beverly to
hit him a good shot, it had to look real. And he stood there with a hand to
his cheek as she stomped off the dance floor. Brenda, JJ and Mario faced
Steve across the length of the dance floor. The lighting changed and so did
the music, introducing the thumping beat of Stayin' Alive, probably the
best known disco dance song of all time.

	The camera behind Steve rose on it's boom until the boy was below
it and the shot took in Brenda and her partners. The dance floor was all
lit up from below, the lights above twirled and spun as the floor became
covered in fog. The three dancers were going through their steps
flawlessly, and there in the middle was the object of Steve's fantasy. This
was a Vice-Principal Jones straight out of a magazine centerfold.

	The tight gold miniskirt accentuated her fishnet covered legs, and
the matching top left a lot of skin exposed. Brian stood back behind the
cameras with Alan and Tina, all of them with silly grins on their faces. It
was a good thing that Steve was gay and all the other boys were wearing
dance belts, Brian thought, she looked hot as hell.

	Brenda twirled and stretched as JJ and Mario followed her moves,
the boys and girls crowded around the perimeter and clapped as first JJ and
then Mario went to the floor and spun around as the song reached a peak and
then Brenda took her steps forward and the camera lowered to show Steve's
back as she reached him.

	Steve joined the dance and Brian had to admit the boy sure knew
what he was doing out there. He felt a tug in his arm and saw Mark standing
there nodding in time to the music and awaiting his cue. But this was all
about Brenda with Steve, and the flawless duet they danced together. And
then the music went into the final bars and Brenda leaned over backwards in
the boy's arms for the big finale as the song ended.

	Brenda pulled Steve in for a hug and kissed his cheek, Adam stepped
forward to catch the boy when he fainted.  But then Adam looked up at the
woman and saw her smile, and they both blinked and stared at one
another. That was when a voice inside Adam's head began to speak.

	"So now you know, we will have time to speak of these things."

	"You are not of this planet," Adam's mind threw back.

	"No...but we have been here a lot longer than you. See you in
school next week." And with that she walked off.

	"Cut," Alan yelled. "I think that was right on the money."

	The cast stood around as Alan reviewed the playback nodding the
whole time. "Great....great," He finally yelled. "Let's shoot the final."

	"Places for Scene Eighteen," Tina yelled.

	The harsh overhead flourescent lighting came on in the cafeteria
and the kids wandered to their places. The dance was over, everyone was
leaving. Adam stood beside Steve who was still in a daze. Kids flowed
around them in coats as Miss Jones walked by dressed in her normal
conservative clothing.

	Steve stared at her. "Did I just imagine all that?" He asked
Adam. "I thought...I thought I danced with her and she kissed me."

	Adam smiled. "You have wonderful dreams, Steve."

	"So you saw all that...in your mind I mean?"

	"Yes, it was quite a performance," Adam said. "But I saw something
else too...she's like me."

	"Like you...you mean she's not human?" Steve said.

	"Yes...I don't know where she's from, but it isn't Earth. That
explains a lot, she must know who I am."
	"Are you going to find out? Oh Jeez, is she messing with my mind?"
Steve asked.

	Adam smiled. "No, I think you're doing all that to yourself. I just
need to figure out why she's here, at least she isn't Regalian."

	"I'm confused," Steve said. "I have the hots for an alien."

	Beverly walked by all in a huff. "Are you coming or do you want to
walk home?" And she started towards the door.

	"What's her problem?" Adam asked.

	"Um...that's sorta my fault," Steve said. "But we have something
else in common, she's got the hots for an alien too."

	"Cut," Alan said, and rubbed his hands together. He smiled at
Brian. "God, I love this job."

	"When everything works," Brian said.

	Alan looked up at the ceiling. "Don't jinx me now, God...we got a
good thing goin here."