The Others

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

"We have new neighbors next door," Mom announced gaily at the table that night. "Four very nice young men have moved in to the old Baker house. Odd, I didn't see any moving vans, they must have moved in overnight."

"Damned quietly, if they did," my father grumped. "You sure they are actual tenants and not squatters?" This was part of an old argument, Mom insisted on keeping their bedroom window open at night while Dad insisted that he had to listen to all the noises of our neighbors (including the Baker House though that had been quiet for the last eight months).

"Nonsense, dear, if they moved in really late, you were too deeply asleep to hear them."

"Did you hear them move in?"

"Well, no, but they are so neatly dressed and clean shaven and nice, I don't think they're squatters." Mom defended them. "I think they're from eastern Europe or something, they have accents and speak a bit oddly, but they are very polite."

"Well, we'll see how polite they are after a while," Dad said. "Pass me the mash potatoes, please."

Me, I just ate and listened. When Mom said "nice" she meant good-looking, I had noticed that was her code word, as it was, for admitting that she would stare at them and giggle to herself now and then. At the age of seven, you notice the things parents do and begin to figure out that they aren't perfect after all. Mom never cheated on Dad, or I don't think she had, but a person can fantasize, can't they? That was Mom's definition of "nice." I was determined to check out the men myself the next day.

I slipped out the back door of our house and over the fence between the two properties, I was used to doing this as Jimmy Baker had been a pal of mine before he moved away. I got a few steps and froze. Three of the men were in the back yard working, they were running a wire from inside the house up to the roof of the house. The fourth, I assumed, was on the roof itself for the wire was slowing walking up in the hands of the others.

One of the three was in the window they were using and saw me, he said, "We have a visitor," and pointed at me. The others turned to look.

I put on a brave front and walked toward them and said, "Hi, my name is Clarence and I live next door, I just came by to get to know you."

"Incomprehension," the right-side man in the yard said to the others. "Query?"

"These people are social animals and he is seeking to establish a dialogue with us." The left-hand man replied. "I shall engage him while you two continue."

The three men were so much alike as to be brothers, or even triplets. They all had a head of black hair cut short on the sides and rising on the top nearly four inches, it looked more like some singer of the 1950's would have had, though it fit their faces. They had clean faces, no hint of beard stubble, and were all the same height, just short of six feet tall, and their eyes were a pale, clear gray color that made the pupils hard to see in the white of their eyes. Their skin was pale brown, but a bit off-tint, giving them an exotic look. Their bodies were all wide-shouldered and well-muscled, and they all wore the same dark gray jumpsuit with a black belt at the waist, and black shoes. It was as neat as a uniform, though there were no insignia nor name labels.

The man came closer and said, "My name is Vel. My friends and I are here for a visit of several months and will leave when our mission is concluded. We are happy that you have come by to make friends with us, though we have little hospitality to offer you."

"Oh, that's okay," I said. "My Mom usually has milk and cookies for me this time of day. Would you like to have some with me?"

"Thank you but no, our supplies are sufficient. We are not inimical to your society, but have little need to become a part of it. If you have further queries to make of us, we will answer as much as we can."

"All right," I said dubiously, he was hardly being sociable but that could be his odd speech patterns. "What are you doing now?" I inquired.

"Establishing a connection with our...people elsewhere." Vel answered. "We will make daily reports. We will wish to go out and learn as much as we can about your people in this...collection of residences, so we will be exploring your society in the next months."

"Really? Maybe I could show you around!" I said excitedly. Vel was indeed a very handsome man and he was someone to talk to and visit. Ever since Jimmy moved away, I didn't have any neighbor kids my own age to hang with, and Vel might be a good short-time friend until I found others.

"That would be amenable to me, however, we will not be ready to contact the native residents to any degree, until we have firmly established our base." Vel replied. "Until then, I must do my part in that, and it needs me now. Permit us to part amicably therefore."

"Uh, okay, later!" I said and went back to my house and pondered it all. Such odd word choices even for another country of origin. Mission, supplies, base? It sounded like they were soldiers, or maybe spies! I went to the attic and peered carefully out at the roof of the Baker house, and there was no doubt that the device on their roof was a satellite dish! Instead of pointing south like all the other satellite dishes on the streets, this one pointed northeast. "'"Curiouser and curiouser!" cried Alice.'" I muttered to myself. The main satellite dish had smaller ones underneath, aimed in different directions. A base, he had said, I was old enough to understand what that was.

But you can't go to the police with suspicions and suppositions. I decided to do a little night exploration of my neighbors.

Jimmy and I had been best friends and one thing I knew was how to sneak into his house. One window on the upper floor had a broken lock and I could get into it without a lot of noise or trouble, reaching it by a long ladder from our garage put over our fence to reach up to it.

I sneaked into the window which had dim lighting in it now, and stopped in surprise. The room was now occupied by four large tubes that reached from the floor up to near the roof, and each had machinery that connected them with the larger machinery in the rest of the room. The back of the tube was cushioned like it was meant for a person to lie down on if it had been horizontal instead of vertical. Weird.

I heard noises downstairs from the living room, went down the ladder, went next door and cat-footed it toward the sound across the still ill-kempt lawn.

In the living room were more machines, and the four black-haired men-quadruplets were working on the machinery, which seemed to be ready but had to be calibrated. I didn't have the words back then, mind you, but I'm older now and have realized more about that time than I'm giving here, then my feelings were confusion and mystery. They were talking and I listened for maybe five minutes, and got their names. Vel, Mav, Ref and Gim. Gim (a hard "g" like in "gum") seemed to be in command and the others were doing what he told them to do.

I would have listened longer but then a weird warbling sound went off and they stopped what they were doing and came toward the stairs.

I raced back first to the room I'd entered, and then out the window as I realized they were coming to this room. I peered in the window from outside, and watched them.

They turned on the machinery and the tubes lit up and the four stripped bare of all clothing. Nude, they were muscled and handsomely so, but there was no hair on their bodies anywhere, even around their rather large dongs that swung down with balls that were a bit pendulous.

When the machines were well-started, the four stepped each into a tube and lay back and the color of the lights in the tube turned from white to a greenish-blue. The four had their eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.

The next day, I took Vel out on the town and he asked me about every business and what they did and the fact there were four different restaurants with different food seemed to intrigue him. Also the two hardware stores, and he wanted to know why the car body shop was separate. I answered his questions as best I could and asked my own, but he continued vague. They were here for friendly reasons, no threat or danger from them, but it would only be a short while and they would leave, and not change or damage anything. I found that comforting, at least.

I had the alarm set for like two in the morning and I went out and peered at them, and the purple-blue had turned to yellowish-white. I was gaining courage and considering going in when I saw the tubes' lights go white, all four men's eyes opened, and they opened and stepped out of the tubes.

Curious, I watched with wide eyes what they did next. They began to jack off immediately, a frantic, grunting, powerful need. Ref and Mav reached over to grab each other's pricks and they jacked each other, and they came pretty much at the same time, all four of them, spraying their wads out onto the floor in a gasping, urgent need. Their loads were impressively huge, nearly a cupful it looked like, and made huge globs on the floor, that fell down to wide puddles. Vel, who seemed to be the low man on the totem pole, was given the task of using a device to clean it all up, they then dressed in the same clothes as the day before and went back downstairs. I sneaked back inside and pondered it.

They spent four hours in those tubes, for some reason. I had the weekend that next day and went over to see them right after breakfast.

Vel answered the door and was glad to join me in exploring the town more, and I took him to the place where rich people lived, and answered his questions about the large houses and the exotic things they sometimes had. As I talked, I gently probed him about his questions, and I found that they were all more a case of general interest, never about military capacity or anything like that. I began to regard Vel as a very, VERY peculiar friend, and said when he mentioned he was tired and would like to return to "base" that I would like to come in and see the others.

"No, that cannot be permitted." Vel said. "I can take you to meet them this afternoon if you would like. But I must be back at the base by twelve hundred."

"Okay, what time can I come visit?" I asked."

"We will be available to meet with you at sixteen thirty today."

"Huh?"

"Sorry," Vel thought. "Four thirty p.m."

"Oh. Okay, I'll see you then."

We went back to the old Baker house and it was only a few minutes before noon, and Vel hurriedly bid me goodbye and rushed inside.

I had lunch then slipped up to the second-floor window and peered in. As I figured, they were all four in the tubes again. I had over three hours until four thirty, so I decided to look closer. They'd be in the tubes until four o'clock.

I saw Vel (I had begun to be able to differentiate him from the other three at least, though Gim, Mav and Ref remained identical to me) and I stepped up to view him closer.

He was indeed as hairless as a mole rat and his body was an elegant sculpture of muscles that I saw were slightly pulsing under the lights. These tubes must be keeping them "inflated" as it were, though they bore no resemblance to balloons, the four used these tubes to keep fit and maybe even alive here on Earth. Yeah, I had decided they were aliens by this time, though Vel was still my friend. I could stare at Vel's body all I wanted to, and I saw that his cock was starting to rise up again, fully erect and throbbing, and leaking a bit of precome. They would need to jack off again when they got out of those tubes.

I touched the tube and there was an alarm and the tubes suddenly all glowed white and opened, the four men came out and looked at me with dazed eyes.

"Clarence!" Vel exclaimed, the closest to being shocked I had ever seen him. "You should not be here, you are...you are...."

I'm not sure where I got the courage to do what I did, but I did it. I reached out and grabbed his cock as I stepped closer and began to jack his cock for him. Vel gasped and moaned as I serviced him.

The other men had gripped their pricks as well and were jacking.

"He is an intruder!" Gim (I presume it was him due to his authoritative tone) declared sternly. "What is he doing here!"

"The boy, uhhhhhh! Is only curious, uhhhhhhh!" Vel grunted out through his soft moans of pleasure. "He did, uhhhhh! Not mean any harm! Ohhhhhhh!"

Gim had walked over while pumping on his cock and I don't know what he intended but I grabbed his cock as soon as he was close enough and began to pummel his rod as well. Gim gasped and groaned, and fell silent (if he had intended to say anything).

To the other two, I said, "I'm not an enemy to you. I like Vel, and I trust him. Let me help all of you."

Ref and Mav walked over and I moved over to grip the closer one (I'll call him Ref here) and as he was on the other side of Vel, I leaned over and took Vel's dong into my mouth and began to suck on him.

Vel gasped and grunted, "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, this is very pleasurable, better than a hand. Oh, ohhhhh, I cannot wait longer, Clarence, I need completion!"

I grunted and kept sucking, moving faster and Vel let out a series of noises that seemed to alarm the others, "AHHHH, OHHHHHH, AHHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUH, HUH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His spunk flew into my mouth, rich and salty and sweet and very, very full of hormones.

"Me, next!" Ref declared, then looked at Gim, and cowed back.

I didn't need any more prompting, I bent to suck Gim's cock and Mav moved over to let me grab hold of his cock and I gave Gim the best blow-job my inexperienced (I'd watched some porn movies, but never did it before) mouth could give him.

Gim's eyes grew wide as he felt the intensity flowing from his loins and he gasped, "This is so intense! We must learn more about this, Vel! Study it, it may be crucial for our future liaisons with these people!"

"I shall, I concur," Vel panted, still drained. "This boy knows much about this peculiarity of the human race, and I shall learn all I can."

"Ohhh, yeahhhh, hurry up, Gim, I am holding back so I can have some." Ref groaned.

"You have always been impulsive, Ref," Gim answered (I'd guessed right).

"I have studied his motions, and think I can duplicate them," Mav grunted. His cock was close to climax, as well.

They shared a glance and maybe some code, for they both yanked their pricks from my hands and lay on the floor and gulped down each other's peckers as fast as they could.

Gim's hands came up of their own accord and he grabbed my face and began to hammer at me rather roughly. I forgave his ignorance and bore up under it, and Vel watched (I could signal him if I needed help) and I kept my lips tight on him and he guttered out a long, low "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and his come shot into my mouth. It tasted exactly like Vel's, another point of similarity.

Gim's reaction was even more intense than Vel's, he flinched and groaned and staggered and as he finished, he fell down onto the ground, senseless.

During this, Ref and Mav had both ejaculated under each other's oral ministrations and swallowed the jizz as easily as if it had been ice cream. They groaned and gasped but were fine.

Vel reacted. "Gim is affected. Help me return him to the regenerator!" He gripped Gim's armpits and I dove over to grab his legs.

Together we got him into the tube and the tube glowed red, and I was worried. "Is he going to be okay?"

"This planet is inimical to our life forms, we must use the regenerators to keep ourselves safe. He may have overloaded his body in some way, we shall know more in a moment. If need be, I can summon the others to come to help him."

I could give more details after that, but I gave a promise to Vel not to speak too much about his people until they are ready. It shouldn't come as too much of a surprise to know that our planet, booming with technical energy, has attracted the notion of other species in space. But they have no desire for our planet in conquest, I can assure you of that.

I spoke more with Vel while we waited for Gim to come out of the tube, and he was fine, but begged off from any more sexual interaction. Ref and Mav have each other. So it is me and Vel, and I have the entire summer to be there for him and to teach him all the things about the human race that I can. Their noontime tube-session is a brief sort of "booster shot" so I didn't mess things up by my intrusion by much. The rest of the time, they are there with me and I can coax Vel into sex three or four times a day. Vel is turning into an incredible and inventive lover.

Mom was worried about how to keep a babysitter for me during the summer and was looking into summer camps but I convinced her otherwise.

I have the Others next door to keep me company all day long.

THE END
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