Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2022 11:17:29 +0000
From: RoryG <roryg2242@protonmail.com>
Subject: Colin and the Serinell: Chapter 1 (Revised)

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Feeling a warm breeze pass over his little body, six year old Colin
McKinney laid peacefully in his bed before the sudden sensation prompted
him to slowly gain consciousness. Once his eyes were completely open, the
little boy let them wander around the dark interior of his bedroom,
leading him to realize that it was still night time.

Sitting up in his bed, the adorable, red haired, blue eyed child rubbed
his eyes vigorously, waiting for his sight to adjust to the shadows that
filled the place where he slept. Letting his small hands drop back down
on the bed, it didn't take the boy more than a few seconds to see
something standing in the corner of his bedroom.

Gazing into the darkness between his closet and bedroom window, the
little boy's small body froze when he realized that he was looking
directly into a pair of bright, glowing white eyes staring back at him.

At first paralyzed with fear, it was only a matter of seconds for the boy
to begin shrieking in terror. "DADDY! DADDY!"

Opening the door to his son's room, Patrick McKinney flipped on a light
switch before quickly rushing to his bedside. Scooping his little boy up
in his arms, he immediately began to comfort him. "It's alright, son. I'm
here."

Sobbing on his shoulder, Colin turned his head to look at his father.
Seeing his familiar strawberry blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and warm
smile, the boy suddenly found himself feeling safe again. Apprehensively
glancing beyond his father's shoulder, Colin immediately noticed that the
white eyes that had frightened him so badly were no longer there.

"Wanna sleep with me and mommy tonight?" Patrick asked his son.

Colin nodded his head as his father moved toward the door, kissing his
tear-stained cheek before carrying him out of the room. Once Patrick
closed the door behind him, a tall, dark blue, human male-like creature
stepped out of the closet; its otherworldly eyes glowing brightly in the
dark.

******

Six years later...

Colin stood beside his father's coffin as he watched the caretaker slowly
crank the lever, lowering the long box into the ground, just as he had
done with his mother's coffin a few minutes before.

Since he was only twelve and had no other family, he had no choice but to
leave his home and his friends in St. Paul, Minnesota to go live with his
mother's older brother, Joe, in rural Iowa.

"C'mon boy, no reason to stand around here anymore." Said his uncle,
callously.

Listening to his new guardian, Colin made his way over to his uncle's
pickup, crawling quietly into the passenger seat. As his uncle drove the
dusty, dirty, old Chevy out of the cemetery, the boy couldn't help but
turn around and stare through the rear window as his parents gravesite
faded into the distance.

******

Two years later...

Walking home from Paul Revere Jr. High School by himself, Colin kicked
rocks on the side of the dirt road as he made his way towards the old
house he shared with his uncle. Carrying his books at his side, the
fourteen year old stopped walking when he realized his favorite comic
book had fallen out of one of his textbooks. Bending over to pick up the
well cared for Superman comic that his father had given him as a child,
he suddenly heard a ruckus coming from behind him.

"Hey honey, nice ass!" Yelled the teenage boy from the open window of the
moving car. "Oh wait, that's not a girl, it's just McKinney!" Yelled the
same young man, laughing.

Turning around with his comic book in his hand, Colin saw a shiny, Black
Mustang quickly pull up beside him. Doing everything he could to hide his
fear, the fourteen year old boy braced himself as he saw four familiar
older teen boys jump out of the vehicle. Instantly recognizing three of
them as boys who liked to torment him, Alan, Kent, and Paul, he also
recognized one who had been kind to him; his name was Troy.

"Hey McKinney, headed home to your shack?!" Said Kent, eliciting a laugh
from the other boys. Colin stood strong, trying not to make eye contact
with his bullies.

"What ya got there, McKinney?!" Asked Paul.

Wrestling with a speech impediment he had had since he was a child, the
young teen began to stammer. "N-N-Nothing. J-Just leave m-me alone guys."

Laughing, the boys began to imitate the young teen's stutter. Quickly
leaning forward, one of the boys snatched the comic from Colin's hands.

Passing the comic around between the four of them, Colin tried
desperately to get his beloved book back. Standing at just 5ft1, and only
weighing ninety five pounds, he was small for his age, leading him to
have trouble reaching for the comic as it flew back and forth through the
air. Seeing it being passed roughly from one person to the next, the boy
watched helplessly as the comic his father had given to him as a gift
began to fall apart.

Holding the tattered booklet above his head, Alan ripped pieces of the
thin, paper, letting them float down on top of the young teen's head.
Getting angry at the sight of his book being destroyed, Colin punched
Alan as hard as he could in his stomach. Irritated by the boy's effort to
defend himself, the older teenager grabbed him by his face, pushing him
down hard.

Tripping over his feet, Colin fell roughly to the ground on his side,
scraping his upper cheek against a small pile of rocks. Lying on the
dirt, covered ground, he brought both hands up to his face, trying to
ease the intensity of the stinging pain.

Spooked by the sight of the wound on the boys cheek, the older teens
scattered, jumping back in the car. Still holding on to the comic book,
Alan tore it in half before throwing it down to follow behind his
friends. Suddenly feeling remorse, Troy reached down in an attempt to
help the young teen off the ground.

"P-Please...j-just go away." sobbed the boy, quietly.

"I'm sorry, Colin." Said Troy, sheepishly turning away from the boy.
Turning back around, the older teen handed the wounded boy a clean
handkerchief from his pocket as his friends yelled for him to get in the
car. Climbing back into his Mustang, Troy sped off with his friends; the
sound of their laughter fading into the distance.

Getting up on his knees, Colin pressed Troy's handkerchief to his cheek,
cleaning the blood and dirt from his face as he crawled on the ground,
desperately trying to pick up the many pieces of his destroyed comic
book.

******

Later on that evening, Colin sat at his kitchen table doing his homework
as the rain came down outside. Trying to concentrate on writing a paper
for his English class, he couldn't help but be distracted, hearing the
sound of water as it leaked through the ceiling and into three pots
carefully positioned on the carpet in the living room.

Entering loudly through the backdoor of their home, Joe walked into the
kitchen. Hanging up his wet coat, the tall, burly, greasy man glanced
down at his nephew before setting his lunch box down on the counter to
fish a beer out of the refrigerator.

Joe Bauer was 6'1, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A factory worker,
he often went to the bar with his buddies after his shift was over to
toss back a few before driving home to his nephew.

Walking into his living room, Joe grunted unhappily when he saw the
leaking water coming from the ceiling. Walking back towards the kitchen,
he leaned in the doorway, stopping to stare at his nephew. "What the hell
happened to your face?"

Colin avoided making eye contact with his uncle. "I-I fell when I was
w-walking home. Want me to m-make you something t-to eat, uncle Joe?"

Joe took a swig of his beer, "Naw, I ate at the bar. You eat something?"

Colin nodded his head. "TV dinner."

Joe guzzled his beer down before reaching back into the fridge for
another. "I'm gonna take a bath...wanna join me?"

Colin looked up at his uncle seeing the usual feverish glare that
signalled to the boy that he was horny. Even though his uncle had asked
him to take a bath with him, the young teen knew he didn't have a choice
and that it would be against his better judgment to refuse his uncle's
advances. "Umm, I-I'm just gonna f-finish this sentence."

Seeing his uncle turn around, the boy watched him remove his shirt as he
walked down the hallway, headed towards the bathroom.

About five minutes later, Colin slowly opened the door to the bathroom.
Carrying a beer in his hand for his uncle, he handed him the bottle
before he began to take off his clothes.

Joe opened his beer, taking a swig off of it as he watched his nephew get
undressed in front of him. "Good boy."

Standing completely naked in front of his uncle, Colin climbed into the
tub with him. Sitting down between his legs, he felt his uncle's
calloused hands begin to massage his bare shoulders; his rigid penis was
rubbing up against his back.

"Lean forward." Ordered Joe, drunkenly.

Moving to the front of the large claw foot bathtub, Colin got on his
knees to bend over the edge. Hearing his uncle uncover a jar of Vaseline,
the teen boy took a deep breath, reminding himself that it would all be
over in ten minutes.

******

Alone in his bedroom, Colin lay on his bed in his underwear, staring out
the window as he watched the rain steadily come down. Turning on the lamp
by his bed, he reached into his nightstand, moving a couple of his
favorite books aside to pull out a copy of the only male physique mag he
secretly owned.

Colin couldn't help but get excited as he perused the magazine, enjoying
the sight of all the beautiful, muscular, naked men. Stopping to look at
one particular page, he gazed down at the photo of a man who looked to be
in his mid-twenties. With his wavy, black hair, and muscular, oiled body,
the teen boy couldn't help but put his hand into his underwear, slowly
stroking his penis as he admired the adonis staring back at him.

Feeling a strong, carnal urge, the young teen pulled off his underwear,
throwing them down on the floor beside his bed. Now completely naked,
Colin slid down on his sheets, running his hand over the length of his
slight body as he fantasized that the beautiful, black haired man in the
magazine was touching him.

Closing his eyes, Colin held the magazine with one hand while he lifted
his knees up, placing his other hand between his legs to gently massage
his penis and scrotum. Feeling his small nipples hardening, the teen boy
brought his fingers up to one of his firm nubs, pinching it ever so
slightly. Even though he was still sore from his uncle's uninvited entry,
he let his hand drift back down between his legs to softly run a finger
over his anus, enjoying the tickling sensation as he dragged his digit
across his hole.

Suddenly, Colin felt a warm gust of air blow over his naked skin.
Snapping his eyes open, he stared at the ceiling thinking that he must've
left his window open. Setting his magazine down on the nightstand, the
boy was about to get off his bed to shut it when he saw someone, or
something, sitting at the foot of his bed.

Squatting down on its haunches was a dark, human-like male form; it was
naked. Scanning over the length of its body, the teen boy saw that the
being's skin was a shade of Indigo and looked almost reptilian in its
appearance. Its entire form was covered with tight, fibrous muscle that
seemed to flex with every little movement that the being made.

Looking up at its head, the boy saw that it had no hair, just four rows
of small exoskeletal spikes on its scalp. Looking down at its face, Colin
saw that the being had features that resembled a human nose and mouth.
Letting his eyes quickly travel down the length of its torso, the teen
saw the beings pectoral muscles were connected to its abdominals,
creating a shield-like plate on its core. Finally, looking between the
thing's legs, the boy spotted the creature's penis and testicles hanging
down low from its smooth, muscular pelvis. Colin made note that the
being's genitals were much larger than his uncle's.

Terrified by its presence, the boy wanted to scream when he saw the
beings glowing, white eyes staring back at him; they were the same eyes
he had seen as a child so many years before. Trembling, he pulled his
legs up towards his chest, burying his head into his knees as he wrapped
his arms around his fragile, nude body in an effort to protect himself.

Hearing the boy whimpering as he quietly cried, the creature suddenly
spoke. "Do not fear me, human child...I mean you, no harm."

Feeling like he was on the verge of hyperventilating, Colin suddenly felt
a sense of calm overcome him when he heard the deep, metallic echo of the
creatures voice. Though the being sounded like no man he had ever heard
before, he found something soothing in the tone of its voice.

Slowly looking up, Colin wiped the tears away from his eyes, forcing
himself to engage with the strange and frightening creature. "W-Who are
y-y-you?"

The creature shifted its body ever so slightly as it tilted its head. "I
am Bvardstoghk."

Confused by the pronunciation, the boy attempted to repeat the creatures
name back to him. "Bartock?"

Gazing at the boy, the creature smiled when the teen said his name,
exposing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth in-between its pillowy lips.
Colin couldn't help but flinch when he saw the creature smile.

"Humans hear my language differently, but that is alright." Said the
creature." Yes, I am Bartock. I am a Serinell. May I ask you your name,
human child?"

Colin took a big breath, "C-Colin M-Mckinney, sir."

"It is wonderful to make your acquaintance, Colin McKinney." Said
Bartock. "Your face. The wound, it is infected."

Colin blinked, "H-How do y-you know that?"

"I can see the harmful bacteria swimming inside of it. If you would like,
I can make it better." Said Bartock, holding out his hand.

Colin looked at the large bony-like structure of Bartock's hand; talons
at least an inch long protruded from the tips of the beings fingers.

Frightened but curious, the boy nodded his head, accepting the creatures
assistance. Moving closer towards the boy, Bartock placed his long hand
on his cheek.

Suddenly, Colin felt a warm, tingling sensation as a quick flash of light
appeared at the corner of his eye. Feeling Bartock pull his hand away,
the teen brought his own hand up to his face to find that not only did
the wound no longer hurt, but it had vanished completely.

Seeing a huge smile appear on the boy's face, Bartock felt elated as he
smiled back at him. However, the creatures feeling of good will was
short-lived when he sensed the boy's fear again. "My appearance frightens
you, does it not, Colin McKinney?"

Feeling bad for having insulted the creature, Colin tried to lie to his
new friend. "N-No...Bartock. It doesn't. I s-swear."

Climbing off of the bed, Bartock stood on the floor. Colin looked up at
the creature now standing at its full height. It had to be almost seven
feet tall; the top of its head almost scraped the ceiling. As the being
stood naked in front of him, the boy couldn't help but let his eyes
wander down to Bartock's genitals again, making him feel embarrassed that
they excited him so much.

Thinking he was going to leave, Colin panicked. "N-No wait! Y-You don't
h-have to go!" Pleaded the boy.

Seeing a white flash of light, Colin shielded his eyes with his forearm
as he fell back against his headboard. Lowering his arm expecting to see
that his new friend had vanished, the boy was unexpectedly surprised by
what he saw instead.

Right in the exact same spot where Bartock had been standing was a
muscular, human male of about 6ft tall, with black, wavy hair and green
eyes; the man was completely naked.

"Is this body more pleasing to you?" Asked the creature.

Colin was astounded. Not only was he mesmerized by the being's instant
transformation, he couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on by the
sight of the nude man in his mid-twenties standing in his place. The teen
also made note of the change in the creatures voice. Though he still
sounded like Bartock, the metallic echo was gone, replaced by a human
sounding diathesis.

Watching the man move closer to the bed, Colin sat up on his knees in
anticipation. As the being got closer to the light, the boy looked over
at his nightstand, astounded that Bartock had mimicked his appearance to
be the exact replica of the beefcake model in his magazine.

"May I lie by you?" Asked the creature.

Realizing that a beautiful, naked man was about to crawl in bed with him,
the boy quickly made room on his twin size bed for him. Slowly crawling
back into the bed with the boy, Bartock sat considerably closer to him
this time around.

"May I touch you, Colin McKinney?"

Colin felt light-headed. The man he had been lusting after ever since he
had secretly ordered the physique magazine was now literally sitting an
inch away from him. Nodding his head, Colin watched as Bartock reached
out to him, running his hand over the boy's cheek, down his arm, and onto
his thin, naked thigh.

"M-May I t-touch you? Colin asked the man.

Smiling down at the young teenager, Bartock responded, "Yes."

Reaching out, Colin placed his hand on Bartock's smooth, muscular chest,
letting his fingers glide down to his stomach, then back up again on the
man's, taut inner thigh. Reaching his hand up, the boy gently stroked
Bartock's lower lip, eventually caressing his strong, angular jaw.

"Your touch is pleasant, Colin McKinney."

Seeing Bartock's green eyes focused on his crotch, Colin realized his own
dick was standing at full attention. Bashful of his erection, the boy
covered his genitals with his hands.

"Do not be embarrassed. You are experiencing a biological response to
sexual interaction, just as I am experiencing with you."

Colin looked down between Bartock's legs to happily see that his cock was
also hard.

"May I touch your penis?" Asked Bartock.

Breathing raggedly, Colin nodded enthusiastically. Reaching down between
the teen boy's legs, Bartock put his hand on the boy's penis and
testicles, gently dragging his fingers up to massage his frenulum.
Feeling amazed by the creatures touch, Colin reached his hand in-between
Bartock's legs, gently wrapping his fingers around his thick member.

Sitting naked, side by side with their legs intertwined, the pair
explored each other's bodies as Colin began to feel brave. Leaning his
head up towards Bartock's, the boy moved closer, attempting to
romantically kiss the being's soft, supple lips.

Not ever having kissed a human being before, Bartock rubbed his mouth
against Colin's, opening it slightly, when he felt his teen lover brush
his tongue against his lips.

Having his penis played with, paired with the innocent, yet sensuous kiss
between the two of them, Colin began to feel a familiar climactic
sensation rising up in him. Trying to drive it back as way of prolonging
his pleasure, the boy quickly gave in to his body's demand when he
ejaculated all over Bartock's hand.

Seeing the boy's naked body spasming, Bartock tilted his head in
fascination, studying the human boy's movements as he experienced an
orgasm. Feeling something warm and wet on his fingers, he brought his
hand up from in-between the boy's legs, seeing the white creamy substance
that coated his hand.

Instinctually, Bartock lifted his hand to insert his fingers in his mouth
to taste the creamy, white substance. "Interesting," was all he said as
he made an inquisitive facial expression while moving the substance
around on his tongue.

Spent, Colin leaned his head against his headboard as he gazed lovingly
at the young man sitting beside him.

Turning his head, Bartock mimicked his lover's actions as he smiled,
delicately. "This was most enjoyable, Colin McKinney. I thank you for
this experience."

Worried that his friend would leave, Colin asked him a question.
"B-Bartock, can you s-stay over night. P-P-Please?"

Looking at the fragile, naked, young human, Bartock suddenly felt a wave
of anguish, hurt and loneliness flow out of him. Though at first he
didn't necessarily understand these human emotions, somehow he realized
that it was important to the boy that he stayed with him. "Yes. I am
capable of doing that, Colin McKinney."

Moving towards his adult male lover, Colin crawled in-between Bartock's
legs. Curling up against his body, the boy rested his head on Bartock's
chest. Feeling the warmth of the being's skin next to his own, Colin felt
safe with a man for the first time since his father died.

Lying against the headboard with the young human between his legs,
Bartock felt a feeling of human affection come over him.

Wrapping his strong arms around the boy, the alien being suddenly felt a
wave of human emotion wash over his entire being. As he stroked the soft,
supple skin on the boy's delicate arm and shoulder, he rested his head on
top of his young lover's head.

Feeling waves of contentment and emotion curling off of the boy's body
like smoke, Bartock happily absorbed all of it into his being. As the
creature disguised as a human man lay peacefully cuddling with the human
boy, he inexplicably knew that he and Colin were not only destined to
meet, but they were also destined to be interlinked until the end of
time.

******

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