Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2009 20:34:00 EST
From: WandererF65@aol.com
Subject: Dude

I wrote this story when I was just a kid. A friend of mine on MySpace wanted
me to do Cyber with him. I told him I would write him a sexy story instead and
include him in the story. My friend was Jonathan.
I had forgotten what a great imagination I had back then.

Enjoy


Feb. 2006,

DUDE, a short story written by myself

This is a story about a major incident which changed my life. The names have
been changed to protect the innocent.
It was a dark and stormy night! Nah, scratch that, it might work for Snoopy
but not me.
One dark night while in a deep sleep, I was abducted from my bedroom by space
aliens and taken to their ship.
When the aliens kidnapped me they took a small sample of my DNA to make a
clone which by morning had become fully grown and replaced me, so no one would
know I was missing.
When I awoke, I found myself nude and strapped to a table with three very odd
looking creatures standing over me (at least I think they were standing). One
of the creatures was carefully applying some kind of greasy material to my
bottom, while the creature next to him was maneuvering what appeared to be one
of the largest alien anal probes I have ever imagined and OMG, he was aiming it
right at my hole. I think the third alien was on his brake and just stopped
by to enjoy the show.
The creatures never said a word, but somehow they were communicating with me
telepathically.
Oh God, just like on that episode from "South Park, they were going to shove
that thing right up my tight little butthole. Oh fuck this was gonna hurt. The
probe was 5 times the size of my armless, GI Joe that I keep under my
mattress and....(woops must remember to delete that part).
The probe was getting closer and closer to my hole until finally it entered
me and filled me to the hilt. I still remember shouting Damn, you fuckers, the
least you could do is warm that thing first, maybe dim the lights a little,
put on an Enya CD, and maybe stroke my ear lobe with one of your flippers or
what ever those things are called. "Hey, could someone please free my right hand
so I could at least jack off?"
To make a long story short, I enjoyed their anal probes soooo much that I
apparently caused a major power surge in their vessel.
The lights kept turning off and on, meters on their controls were spinning
wildly, and alarms were going off all over the place.
It soon became obvious that I was draining their equipment by causing the
probe to suck up all the power in their space ship. I could not get enough.
They realized if I drained any more of their power that they would never be
able to jump to light speed and return to their home planet of Assprobe.
As fast as their six little legs could carry them, they disconnected my anal
probe and tossed me out of the ship and left, forgetting that they had left
behind my clone.
Naturally, I was very disappointed as I was still not sexually satisfied and
they forgot to leave me a cell number or even kiss me goodby. Damn it, once
again I had been left sexually unsatisfied by some dickwad who could care less
about how I felt or if I got off. Oh no, just use me for your pleasure
and.......Sorry, sometimes I rant.
When I climbed through my bedroom window, much to my surprise I discovered my
identical twin sleeping nude in my bed.
At first I was alarmed and a bit frightened, however my curiosity overcame me
and I approached this replica of myself. Yes, he appeared to be living and
breathing and was in every way my exact double. So if he looked like me, would
he think like me? only one way to find out: I pulled the sheets away removed my
clothes and assumed the 69 position with my hard d*ck in front of his face
and gently took his d*ck into my mouth and started sucking.
He jerked awake and looked down at me and studied what I was doing, grinned
and within seconds was returning the favor sucking my d*ck as well. We spent
the rest of that night making passionate love.
All too soon my alarm rang and I awoke from my slumber. What a awesome dream.
Never had I had a dream.....Wait a minute, what is that big lump under the
sheets next to me?
I pull the sheets away and Oh My God! It was not a dream, he's real and he's
staring up at me and smiling.
Damn, does my hair look that bad too?
"Oh shit, where am I going to hide you dude."
"Dude" he said to me. "I wondered when you would name me? Dude works for me,
what is your name?
Just then I can here my mom say from the other side of my bedroom door,
"Honey who are you talking to?"
Being a fast thinker, I answer "No one, mom, just talking to MYSELF."  8-)
Dude has to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud.
I whisper into Dudes ear, "But seriously, we need to find a place to hide
you."
"That's not a problem Gene, where is your computer?"
"Well, my laptop is over there, on my desk but how will my laptop help hide
you?"
"Just watch this," Dude says and he places his head above my laptop and
desolves into it.
"OMG, where have you gone I shout?" and again, I can hear my mom calling from
the kitchen, "Gene, stop talking to yourself and get into the shower, you'll
be late for school.
The top half of dude suddenly appears from my laptop. He grabs me and gives
me a passionate kiss.
He smiles and says "Don't worry, all the clones onboard the spaceship are
stored in its circuitry, it saves space that way. Now you have a good day at
school and I will be here in your laptop waiting for you when you get home."
Before leaving the house for the school bus I grab my laptop and hide it in
my closet so my little brother won't mess with it.
Today had to be the longest day I have ever spent in school. It seemed like
days before the last bell rang and I could go home. I almost got detention for
daydreaming in Mrs. Broadbottoms history class. I could not wait to get home
to see Dude again.
I practically flew through the front door of the house and into my bedroom to
see Dude.
I run into my room and open the door of my closet to grab my laptop and "HOLY
SHIT!" its gone.
I go into a panic and shout "Dude where are you?" A voice answers "Over here
Gene, on the desk." Sure enough, my laptop is on my desk, open, plugged into
the modem and turned on. I can see Dudes face smiling at me from the screen.
"Sorry Gene, I got bored and your parents and brother were out, so I decided
to go searching the internet."
I was practically in tears, I said "Dude, I thought I lost you and might
never see you again."
Dude answers, "Gene, its OK, Bro, you are my first love and would never leave
you as long as you need me to be here, this is where I will stay."
Dude appears from the PC, wraps his arms around me and kisses away my tears.
"So how long before your family comes home? Do we have time to f*ck."
A half hour later we lay in one another's arms, still in the afterglow of our
lovemaking.
Dude says, "Gene, kiss me quick I can hear an earth vehicle in the driveway,
I think your family has returned."
I kiss him and he vaporizes into the laptop just as the screen goes black and
the lid closes.
Over the next few days, Dude and I have several long discussions. He explains
to me who and what he is made from, how he recharges his power supplies while
in my laptop. as well as why Assprobians come here to abduct earthlings.
Dude explains that while the Assprobians are a highly evolved race and are
light years ahead of earthlings when it comes to technology, they are sadly
lacking and taste and style.
They have learned that only approx. 10 percent of earths population are good
decorators, landscape architects, set designers, clothing designers, and
gourmet chefs and that the best way to weed the good ones out from the bad ones is
to give them the assprobe test. The 10 percent of Earth males who respond
favorably to the test (enjoy it the most) always turn out to be the best
decorators and designers. Hmm, I wonder why?
"So, exactly how many earthlings have the Assprobians abducted and replaced
with clones so far," I ask Dude?
"I really have no idea, but the most famous one was actually the son of one
of your presidents, George W. Bush was his name. He responded very well to the
probe and now he and his boyfriend Earl, operate a chain of successful
boutiques back on his new home planet."
"It's kind of a shame, it is rumored that his replacement clone had been
damaged and the poor ol W. clone would never be able to operate as a fully
functional adult."
"OMG!," I exclaim.
"What's wrong, Gene."
"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it, but what you said just gave me
answers to a lot of questions."
To this day, I wonder if Dude was just messing with me or if he was telling
the truth. 8-)
Dude explains that had I not has such an insatiable appetite for sticking
things up my butt and nearly drained their energy supply, the Assprobians would
have taken me away to their planet and left him here in my place.
One thing had really been worrying me, What if the Assprobians realized that
Dude was still on earth, wouldn't they come back to collect him or even worse,
vaporize him?
Dude explained that when the Assprobians had ejected me from their vessel
they sent out a particle retriever beam to recover him which he had sensed,
however the power in the ship was so low that it never reached him.
But won't they notice him missing? "No, don't worry, Dude exclaimed. The
Assprobians have no concept of inventory. They only understand not enough and too
much."
On the second day of Dude's visit I asked him just what was he doing on the
internet all day and he told me that he was learning the sum total of all
information which was known to mankind. He could now speak all earth languages,
ancient and modern, and was reading all available information on our history,
technology, and sociology.
"Well, some of our history is not much to be proud of," I told him.
"Not really, what I am seeing in your history is an increasing desire to do
the right thing and a sense of concern for morality. This is also something
that is missing from the Assprobian psyche, they have no sense of right or wrong.
They simply avoid conflict and killing one another because it is
counterproductive and wasteful. They have no evolved sense of morality. This seems to be
unique to your planet."
"So Dude, if you absorbed most of our knowledge, would you mind taking my
place in school tomorrow and taking my algebra exam in Mr. Fudpucker's class?"
"No", Dude said. "But I will teach you all the fundamental concepts of higher
mathematics, so you can do the work yourself. Just don't get all the answers
right the first time or they will think you are cheating."  8-)
"Will we have time to do that before tomorrow's class?"
"Yes, Gene, I will transfer the information, into your memory while we are
sleeping tonight. That is, if you get any sleep." 8-)
"Ahh, so why don't you just transfer all the information you have gleaned
from the internet to my brain?"
"That would give you a total sensory overload, Gene. It's much safer for me
to transfer data to you in bits and pieces."
I had to confess to Dude that after the assprobes in the spaceships and two
nights of fucking, I was kind of tired and my poor little asshole could need a
good nights rest.
That night Dude gave me a massage and the best blowjob I have ever
experienced. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
I got up early the next morning to reconnect my old, desktop PC, so Dude
would have a safer place to reside. Dad had asked me if he could borrow my laptop
and I had agreed.
Dude was right, I aced old Fudpucker's test. The answers did not appear in my
head, however I could now understand the fundamentals of solving all the
problems.
The only negative thing to happen to me that day was in P.E., Randy Gage, a
senior who is a jock was staring at me in the shower. I got all flustered and
looked at the floor. But when I looked up he was still staring at me.
I told him "Why don't you take a picture, it will last longer?" This was a
stupid thing to say. He approached me with a menacing look and said I had a
smart mouth and that he would be happy to shut it for me. He had football practice
tonight, but he would be looking for me tomorrow after school.
Oh, shit, I was going to get pounded into a pulp tomorrow.
When I got home, I told Dude what had happened and asked him if he knew
anything about kung fu or anything else that could help me protect myself?
Dude, said not to worry, that he would take my place in school tomorrow and
he would meet Randy.
"But, Dude, I don't want you to be beat up," I said.
"Don't worry Gene, I can't be hurt and I think I would be better at avoiding
conflicts than you, as I do not have your temper."
I still did not like the idea of Dude taking my place in school tomorrow,
however did not relish thought of being pulverized by Randy Gage, either.
After dinner, I went into my bedroom, closed my door and sat at my old
computer. When my parents were apt to hear Dude and I talking, we would communicate
through Microsoft Word.
I would type out my conversation and I would read what Dude had to say on the
screen, which worked out quite well.
Dude told me that he did not mean to be snooping, but while he was inside my
PC, the sum total of all information within was pulsing through his memory
banks and that my Myspace friend, Jonathan was concerned and worried that he had
not heard from me and that maybe I should contact him.
Oh shit, it had been three days since I had logged onto Myspace, I had
forgotten.
Well, after logging in; there were the usual friend requests from airhead
bois who just wanted to trade pics and the stupid bulletins saying if I did not
reply in 5 mim, my dick would fall off or my mom would die. God, I hate that
shit. But when I got to my messages, I read 8 from Jonathan. They started out
with Hi, how are you, where are you, and why won't you talk to me anymore? I
felt terrible.
I noticed Jonathan was online, so logged into AOL and IM'd him.
I typed out "Jonathan, I am really sorry. I have a really good excuse for not
messaging you, but you won't believe me."
Jonathan messaged me back "Try me, Babe, I've been so worried, I thought you
did not like me anymore or you were sick."
"Gene I am so lonely, God I wish you were here."
Dude's voice comes from out of my PC, "Gene, I can go to Jonathan if you want
me to."
"You can do that?"
"Of course, its easy, I will just travel through the internet to his URL.
That is, if you want me to?"
"Well, Dude, would you feel like I was pimping you out? I do love you and
don't want to make you feel like you are being used."
"It's cool, I know how you feel about me, but I think Jonathan needs me more
right now."
"Agreed?"
"Agreed"
And don't worry, I will always come back to you, so long as you need me, I
promise."
I IM'd Jonathan, "Hey, are you alone at your place and do you have a weak
heart?"
"Yes, I am alone all day and no, I don't have a weak heart, why?"
"Well, I have a surprise for you. You had better sit on the floor so you
don't fall off your chair and close your eyes."
"OK, are you finally sending me some porno?"
'No, something much better."
"Hey Dude, when you get there make sure you are wearing nothing but boxers,
Jonathan likes that."
"OK, Gene, I will."
Jonathan, has done as I asked, he is sitting on the floor in front of his
computer with his eyes closed when he senses a presence in the room. He opens his
eyes to see Dude (who he thinks is Gene) standing in front of him wearing
nothing but his boxers.
Jonathan is speechless and looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
"How can this be" he asks?
Dude says, "Jonathan, please sit back down at your computer and Gene will
explain everything."
"But aren't you Gene?"
"Well, yes and no, it's kind of complicated. Let Gene explain it to you on
the IM"
"While you guys are chatting, may I massage your neck? You look really
stressed."
"Aww, OK, sure, I guess so."
It takes a while for Gene to tell Jonathan the story of how he met Dude and
what had transpired since their meeting and how Dude was able to transport into
Jonathan's bedroom.
The conversation ends with Jonathan asking Gene, "So how long can I keep
Dude?"
"You had better ask Dude that, he is not my property. Like me, he has a mind
of his own."
Dude explains to Jonathan that he would like to be back to Gene by Gene's
bedtime so he won't be missed. Due to the time zones, that should give them
several hours together.
Then Dude says, "So here I am, lets make the most of the time we have and
please remember, I am not Gene, I am Dude. I am a sentient being, an individual.
Please treat me with the same respect you would show Gene and I will do the
same with you."
So, do you like my boxers?"  8-)

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS WAS MY FRIENDS JONATHAN'S PART OF THE STORY FOR HIM TO
FILL IN. IT'S PERSONAL, BETWEEN HIM AND ME AND WILL NOT BE PUBLISHED.

Dude wakes up, still being held tight in Jonathan's arms. He kisses Jonathan
on his eyes and then his lips. "Hey Jonathan, wake up man, it's late and I've
got to get back to Gene. Tomorrow is going to be a big day."
"OK," says Jonathan, Will I see you again?"
"Only if you want me to and if it is OK with Gene."
Dude picks his boxers off the floor and tosses them at Jonathan.
"Here, keep these for me, Dude says with a sly grin."
Gene wakes up in his dark bedroom with Dude on top of him. Gene is on his
stomach and Dude is playing with his ass.
"Can I f*ck you Gene?"
"Please do."
Dude gently enters Gene and begins a slow deep f*ck.
Something is different, "What the Fuck, who are you?" Gene grabs for the
night light and turns it on to see a grinning Jonathan astride his butt.
"Jonathan, how did?"
Jonathan puts his hand over Genes mouth to silence him.
"Hey, it's OK, it's really me, "Dude." I got several samples of DNA from
Jonathan, while we were visiting, 8-) so thought I would give you a special treat"
"OMG, special treat, I should say, that thing you stuck up my butt is huge."
"Am I hurting you"
"No way, just a big surprise is all, please don't stop."
"This is really cool, you know it was kind of weird having sex with myself,
awe, well you know what I mean?"
"Yea I understand, just relax and enjoy it Gene."
The next morning Gene and Dude wake up to the sound of the alarm clock's
buzzing.
Dude has changed back into the spitting image of Gene again.
As per a previous discussion, Gene showers, dresses and has breakfast with
his family, then quickly runs back into his room to give his clothing to Dude to
dress in. After a few finishing touches to make Dudes hair a little more
mussed, so it looks like Gene's, Dude grabs Gene's backpack and heads off to the
bus stop.
As Dude has scanned Gene's memory he already knows how to find his way around
the school and the names of all of Gene's teachers and friends.
Meanwhile, Gene waits in his closet for his mom and dad to leave for work and
drop his little brother off at his school. When they are gone, Gene thinks,
cool, I get to have the place to myself and have a nude day. 8-)
Dude spends the day listening to boring lectures, writing down homework
assignments and scanning the minds of the other students. Dude discovers that there
are lots of closeted gay bois in Gene's school who spend a good part of their
day checking each other out, while trying not to get caught. While in history
class Mrs. Broadbottom notices that Gene/Dude appears to be daydreaming
during her lecture and asks him to repeat what she just said. Dude stands up and
repeats exactly what old Broadbottom said and then corrects one of her misquotes
from Lincoln's Gettysburg address. The old cow checks her book and sees that
Dude is indeed correct, scowls at him and tells him, "that will be all" and
Dude sits down.
Dude thinks to himself, I bet she won't call on Gene again for the rest of
the year. 8-)
Old Broadbottom slaps here ruler to stop the giggling students and goes back
to her boring lecture.
During PE Dude is approached by Randy Gage in the locker room. Dude
immediately scans Gage and makes an amazing discovery and decides how to handle this
situation.
"So, Gene are you going to stick around till after school or should I handle
things here?"
Dude answers, "if you want to pound me than go ahead and get it over with,
but I really don't think you want to hurt me. I get embarrassed when I think
guys are starring at me in the shower, probably because I see myself as being too
underdeveloped and I think, maybe guys are laughing at me. Anyway, I
apologize, I was way out of line, but if you still want to pound me, like I could stop
you?" Then Dude puts on his best sad little boy face and looks strait into
Gage's eyes.
Gage averts his gaze and looks down at the floor, speechless.
Dude says, "This is really not a good place to talk about this, would you
mind walking with me out to the football field around lunchtime where we could
have some privacy?" The amazed Gage finally makes eye contact and says, "Yea,
sure that would be cool."
At 3:30, Dude arrives home to find Gene lying naked on his bed, taking a nap.
Dude, closes the bedroom door, locks it, and  tears off his (Gene's) clothes
and joins him on the bed.
Gene wakes up startled to see the naked grinning Dude lying on top of him.
"So, I don't see any bruises, you must be a fast runner."
"On the contrary, I did not have to run away. I confronted Gage and we
discussed the situation like two civilized earthlings. By the way you have a new
best friend now if you want one."
"You have got to be shitting me, Dude.  Randy Gage wants to be my friend? No
fucking way. He's like the best player on the football team, a senior and one
of the most popular guys around."
"Gene," Dude interrupts, "he also has a crush on you as big as the school!"
"That's why he was staring at you in the shower and that is why he got so
pissed when you called him on it. Gage is as much in the closet as you were. The
poor guy is absolutely miserable."
"So he told me/you all this?"
"No, I scanned his brain. When I asked him if he still wanted to pound me, he
was almost ready to cry. He could not bare the thought of hurting you. We
took a long walk at lunchtime and we just talked about school and stuff. He
offered to be your workout buddy if you want to buff up, I know you have thought
about it. With some patience and communication, I think you two could be a great
match."
"But Dude, what about me and you. What about what we have going?"
"Gene, I told you I would stick around as long as you needed me to and I
will. But you will never experience the challenge of developing a real
relationship with me, because I am you. Making love to me is almost like masturbating."
"But I love you, Dude!"
"That's because you have learned to love yourself, Gene, I am you." "Where's
the challenge? There is a whole world waiting for you out there, you just have
to make choices and take chances."
"You can't spend the rest of your life with yourself. You need to grow."
"Now, if it's cool with you, Jonathan has been home from school for 3 hours,
he's lonely and bored, I would like to be with him where I am really needed."
"But what am I supposed to do, Dude? I'll be alone too."
"Oh, sorry forgot, here's Randy's cell number. I know he is waiting for you
to call. Call him, he needs a real friend. Ask him to pick you up in that fancy
new pickup truck of his and take you to a show. Brokeback Mountain is still
playing. It's a beautiful, sad movie and will probably make one or both of you
shed a tear. I bet you anything that if you let him, he will hold your hand
during the show."
"Just take it slow, give him time. Rome was not sacked in a day, you know."
8-)
"So, are we good with me going to Jonathan's".
"OK, but how long will you be gone?"
"Off and on, for as long as he needs me. I'll be back to check on you from
time to time. Remember I will always be here for you as long as you need me to.
Just don't you dare try to lay Randy on the first date, you will scare him
off. That boi is for the long term, maybe forever if you are lucky"
"OK, I'm off to Jonathan's until I can find him a Randy of his own."
"And then what?"
"There are a lot of lonely bois in this world and I only have 300 years more
or less to my lifespan, so I better hurry and get to work." 8-)
"Oh, yes and I have a confession to make."
"What's that."
"You did not really short circuit the Assprobian spaceship by overloading
their assprobe. I sabotaged it."
"So, you had this whole thing planned from the start?"
"Well, sort of, I just did not expect to be shown so much love by my donor."
"Gene, you are the one who inspired me to help other earth boys find
happiness and I will always love you. After all, you were my first."
Gene and Dude share a tearful embrace.
"OK, I need to get going before I start crying again and short circuit
myself."  8-)
"Give Jonathan a kiss for me."
"Oh, I'll give him more than that." 8-)

"Later, Dude."


THE END ?

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G.