This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species—specifically alien species.

If this type of material offends then you should not read it. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age—no matter where you live in the world—you are not to read this story by law.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2010 EJA

SHAYDE

By

EJA

Chapter One

`Shayde,' the boy's mother called, `come here. I need you to run an errand.'

`Yes Ma?' the boy named Shayde asked, poking his head around the kitchen door. His single parent was making a pie for their dessert this evening.

The TV news was on and his mother was distracted for a few seconds. `Take some money from my purse and pop up to Old Man Gower's shop. I need some more self-raising flour.' Her attention went back to the news.

Shayde had done this for her before; he knew how much Old Man Gower charged for the flour and extracted enough coins to cover the cost. Then he retrieved the key to the front door and left.

Once inside the shop he waited while the burly man, whose shirt seemed to strain over his massive muscles almost to the point of breaking, finished serving another customer. Old Man Gower—a misnomer if ever there was one, he was barely into his thirties—had taken over the shop from his father some years back and the name had stuck to the son, as it had to his sire.

`Hi Shayde,' the man said as the boy approached the old-fashioned counter. `I won't be long. I'm just finishing with this customer.'

The customer, ignoring the fourteen-year-old continued his conversation with the shopkeeper. `It looks as if it's going to land, too,' he said. `God know what the authorities are going to do if it does.'

`Time will tell Mr Jenks,' Gower replied sententiously. `Time will tell. That'll be fifty-four credits,' he added, ringing up the amount on the till.

Mr Jenks handed over his credit card and Old Man Gower charged the amount to it. He then handed the terminal to his customer who entered his PIN number. The till whirred and spat out the receipt. Products and bill were handed over and Jenks left the shop.

`So Shayde, what can I do for you?' the big man asked.

The boy was bold. `I've come for a bag of self-raising flour but can I get under the counter first?'

`Sure lad,' the man said, taking the flour from the shelf behind him and placing it on the counter in readiness.

Shayde grinned and moved under the counter. The man just stood there as the lad unzipped his fly and pulled out the happiness stick, as Shayde referred to it. Fully thirteen inches long and with a thick head attached, the feel of the cock always made the boy's mouth water.

In a single move Shayde ingested the fat penis almost to the man's balls, only about two inches of flesh remained outside. Up above the boy Old Man Gower groaned as his tool was enveloped by the warm mouth. This lad was a better cock-sucker than his old woman, and she hadn't gone down on him for at least two years.

Finally, having wetted the stout organ enough, Shayde proceeded to stand up—as much as he could do under the counter—then simply turned around and impaled himself on the man's big cock. He had unzipped his jeans during the suck.

`Oh God, Mr Gower,' the boy refused to call him "Old Man Gower" `I sure love your cock.'

`And I love your ass, lad,' the man whispered, taking hold of the boy's hips and power fucking him as if this was the last time they would be together, `I can't get enough of it.'

`If ever Mrs Gower left you,' Shayde said, his voice shaking from the fucking he was receiving, `I'll happily take her place.' The sound of flesh striking flesh was loud in the shop—although there was no-one to hear it.

`Your feet wouldn't touch the ground if that happened, my lad,' Gower promised. `I'd have you upstairs in five minutes of her leaving me; in six you'd be in bed and mine forever.'

Suddenly the shop proprietor froze. `Hold up, lad,' he warned, `I think I'm about to have a customer.'

As he said it Shayde heard the familiar sound of the shop bell. Old Man Gower pulled his cock from its snug home and then the zip was pulled up with its distinctive swish.

Suddenly he remembered his stick and, to his horror, Shayde heard the latest customer point it out.

`What's Shayde Smith's stick doing here?' the female voice said. `It's not like him to leave it behind—the boy's as blind as a bat; he can't go anywhere without it.'

Old Man Gower was fast on his feet. `He's just gone up to say hello to my brother's wife. She's staying with us for a few days. Don't worry, Mrs Allan,' he added, `he knows his way about this shop and the rooms upstairs almost as if they were his own. He doesn't need his cane in here.'

Evidently this satisfied the woman because nothing more was said about it. Old Man Gower went about filling the lady's order and then the bell tinkled to say that she was on her way out.

Gower gripped Shayde's ass—it had remained in almost the same position all during the serving of Mrs Allan—and returned most of his thirteen inches to the boy's hot ass.

When the boy left the shop several uninterrupted minutes later he had a bag of self-raising flour in his hands and a big grin on his face. He tapped his way back to his mother's house. As he counted the number of gates he passed—his method of discovering just where he actually was—he heard a humming sound that didn't go with his surroundings.

Finally he reached his home and entered the front gate. As he did so the sound grew in pitch and he heard another sound, one he was more familiar with.

Running feet.

He recognised the first runner by the squeak of his shoes. `Good morning Mr Bristow,' he said as he latched the gate.

`Get inside lad,' the named runner said in a breathless voice, `it's landing!'

`What is?' the boy queried but the runner had already departed.

The man's attitude alarmed Shayde and he obeyed the instruction. `Ma!' he called out. `I've got the flour.'

His mother, he found, was still watching the news. A TV announcer was intoning, `...and the craft has been hovering over the country for a while now. It's anyone's guess as to where it will...' He paused a moment, touching his ear. `I've just received word that the craft is starting to descend. It looks like it's landing just a few miles from London. I have no other information at present but stay on this channel and we'll bring you updates as we get them.'

Shayde's mother muted the TVs sound as he placed the flour on the table and rested his cane in its usual niche beside the fridge.

`Thank you Shayde,' his parent said.

`What's going on Ma?' the boy queried. `What's that on the news?'

`Seems that some craft from outer space has arrived and decided to land here,' the woman told him. `Apparently no-one knew anything about it until it was less than a hundred miles away. By then it was too late to do anything about it.'

`A genuine space craft!' the boy exulted. Despite his having no vision Shayde had imagination. He pictured a giant spinning disc with some kind of force field that made it shimmer. Before the accident that rendered him blind he had seen an old film called, Earth versus the Flying Saucers on TV and was entranced by the craft depicted in the old Ray Harryhausen movie. `Do you think they're going to invade us?' he asked, his mind afire with the military trying to repel invaders armed with ray-guns.

`I doubt it,' his mother replied, reading the scrolling information at the bottom of the screen. `After all there's only one and apparently it isn't all that big. The skies are clear. I'm thinking it might be some kind of special envoy.'

`Oh. That's a shame.'

`Hold up,' his parent said, `here we go.' She turned on the sound on the TV as a new announcer appeared. This one, a woman, was standing in a field and, behind her, was the gleaming craft. It had settled on four legs into a field and several army vehicles were close by as well as a number of police cars. All this Shayde's mother described to him, the flour forgotten.

Just then the reporter turned to the craft from which was coming a vibrant humming sound, this was different in pitch to what it made as it passed overhead. `Something appears to be happening,' she told the viewers. `Yes. There appears to be a portal opening up. I think whoever is inside this craft is about to make an appearance. Just think: the first alien visitors to this world!' She fell silent and looked at the craft.

Shayde's mother was nervous; he could tell from her tone of voice. `There's something moving inside. It's...oh My Lord,' and she, like the reporter, fell silent.

`What is it Ma?' Shayde asked. It was at times like these that he distinctly felt left out. `What do you see?'

Somehow his mother found her voice. `It looks like a dog. But it's dressed in some kind of suit and it's walking upright on two legs.'

There was an excited babble of voices coming from the TV as the various location reporters tried to describe what they were seeing. `There's three of them and they're all wearing the same type of clothing and I can see a fourth standing back of them although I can't make out that one's features very well. But as for the first three they appear to be animals: a dog, a tiger and what seems to be a very small horse.'

`Wow,' Shayde intoned, `I wish I could see them,' he whispered to himself.

`The one who appeared first is holding up his hand—or is it a paw?' the reporter said. `Can it really speak?' she wondered.

Once more silence had fallen across the field where the craft had landed.

`People of Earth,' the being said. `I bring greetings from the stars. Our journey to your world has been long and the people we love have long since perished because it took more time than they lived. We are ambassadors from a world known as Galactica. Now, I have just one question. Who among you is authorised to speak for the people of this world?'

A lone soldier stepped forward, resplendent in his uniform of gold braid and khaki. Shayde's mother said, before the TV reporter could identify him, `It's your grandfather, Sir Percival Smythe. Evidently he's the most senior official there.' There was a desperate longing in her voice when she spoke the elder man's name; Shayde assumed it was because she was missing his sire.

Sir Percival's voice came over the TVs speaker clear and concise. He identified himself then continued, `I can speak on behalf of His Majesty's Government of the United Kingdom. I have no authority to speak for the rest of the world, though. Will you speak with me? I can promise you that I have the ear of the Prime Minister as well as the King.'

The three beings conversed among themselves then the dog who had first spoken replied, `We will confer with you, Sir Percy. Will you step aboard our craft?'

With no outward show of nervousness Shayde's grandfather spoke to his aide by his side then stepped onto the ramp and approached the trio. All four walked into the interstellar craft which returned to its previous state.

Once inside the craft the trio of animals led Sir Percy to a large room with couches and a viewing screen. After bidding the Earth representative to seat himself the dog who appeared to be the leader, picked up what looked like a remote and pressed a button.

At once an image appeared on the screen and the older man looked at the dog alien in surprise. `That's my grandson. What's your interest in Shayde?'

`I wonder what they're talking about?' Shayde said to his mother who had returned to the business of making the pie.

`I wouldn't know dear,' Mrs Smythe said as she placed the pastry over the apple filling. `We'll most likely know before too long, I expect.'

She was right about that for, a few minutes later, the boy's grandfather re-appeared and strode down the ramp to his aide. Although the TV viewers were unable to understand what was taking place, they got the impression that the interview had been monumental.

In seconds the general was surrounded by others in shiny gold braid. One left and strode to a jeep. He climbed in and, accompanied by a sergeant and two privates—both with rifles held steady in their hands—took off for parts unknown.

Gradually the others, obviously carrying out Sir Percy's orders, departed until Shayde's grandfather was left alone. He was bombarded by questions from the nearby reporters but he steadfastly refused to answer any. Instead he strode back up the ramp and disappeared once more into the spaceship.

`Something big is in the wind,' Shayde's mother told him. She had described the scene succinctly to her son.

`Considering that an alien spaceship has just landed in a field and my grandfather has spoken with the occupants,' Shayde said in reply, `I'd say that's big enough, don't you?'

Shayde's mother smiled. Trust her son to come out with a pithy comment like that. She turned her attention back to the TV but her expression changed when she glanced back at her son. His head was tilted to one side and it was obvious that he was listening to something she was unable to hear. `What is it?' she asked as she crimped the edges of the pie crust.

`I can hear sirens,' her blind son told her. `It sounds as if they're coming this way.'

She stopped what she was doing and listened too. Then she heard it; Shayde's comment was spot on. There were sirens and they were getting closer. `Sounds as if it's an emergency.'

Alice Smythe stopped what she was doing and headed for the front door. `Stay there,' she called back to her son as she opened the front door and looked in the direction the sirens were coming from.

Two police vehicles hove into view but it was the jet black limousine that drew her attention. All three vehicles screeched to a halt at her door.

Mrs Smythe recognised the soldier who exited the limo and approached her front gate; he was the man her late husband's father had spoken to when he came out of the alien craft.

`What's going on, Ma?' Shayde asked, making his parent jump.

`I thought I told you to stay where you were,' she said; the armed soldiers inspired no confidence in the woman so she was rather terse with her blind son.

The soldier had reached her by then. `Major Brook,' he said, removing his cap and bowing. `I have orders from your father-in-law to take Shayde to him.' He glanced at the handsome youth who stood unseeing beside her.

`What's going on?' Alice asked; the sight of his firm chin and grass-green eyes had stirred something in her that she was unwilling to put a name to.

`I was instructed to tell you that the aliens have asked to speak with your son. Sir Percival doesn't know why—or how they know about him.'

`Give us five minutes to change into something presentable and we'll be right with you,' Alice told him. `I'm coming too.'

`Sir Percival said that you'd want to,' Major Brook told her. `I'll wait in the car. Take as much time as you need.' He turned and gestured to the armed privates who approached and flanked the door, facing the street.

Inside Alice wondered aloud, `What I don't understand is how these aliens knew about you; what do you make of it?'

Shayde shook his head. `I expect I'll find the answer to that in their spaceship,' he replied. `Let's get ready.' Unerringly he led the way upstairs and entered his room, closely trailed by his parent.

Outside in the car Major Brooks had established contact with Sir Percy. `His mother is coming with us, just as you said, sir.'

`I expected nothing less,' came the gruff voice of Shayde's grandfather. `The boy's blind and she hovers over him like a broody hen; only right, I suppose. Contact me when you're on the way. Smythe out.'

By then Alice Smythe had laid out a fresh shirt, tie and trousers, all co-ordinated in some fashion. If her boy was going to meet with these alien visitors then she wanted him turned out in a fashion that would impress.

Just then the shower in Shayde's bathroom switched off and he came out wearing nothing but a large pink towelling robe.

She left and went to her own room. Alice Smythe had showered once this morning so all that was left was for her to choose a suitable outfit and do her hair.

Their preparations took longer than the promised five minutes—more like twenty-five—but they were ready quicker than Major Brooks gave them credit for.

When the front door opened the soldiers flanking it came crisply to attention and escorted the pair down the path. Major Brooks had exited the limousine and was holding the door open for them. Shayde got in first, closely followed by his mother who guided him to the seat the major had sat in.

Then the trio of vehicles slid smoothly into traffic, watched with extreme curiosity by several residents of the street.

Little did the occupants of the limo realise that these were their last minutes on Earth.

##To be continued##

There was very little in the way of sex in this story; I felt it more important to establish the characters first. Chapter two will establish what the aliens want with Shayde in no uncertain terms.

Now, since I'm still involved with my other multi-chaptered story, `The Wolf,' the next chapter of this story will be a while forthcoming. All I ask is your patience. In the meantime perhaps you could provide me with some alien-sounding names for the occupants of the spacecraft. And what you think of this chapter, if you feel like it.

My e-mail address is: pegasusunicorn52@msn.com