Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The abduction. That Friday's night, Patrick stayed up until late: strange lights crossed the skies. Some fast, some slow, all without a noise. The people were puzzled. Some aircraft also crossed the skies, trying to intercept the lights, which then, did play and danced with them. An evasive military leader said vaguely "the lights are stars or maybe illusions". Patrick, Jim, his little brother, his parents and some neighbors were outside looking at the sky. Soon, his dad dragged his brother to the house, to put him in bed. Patrick did stay lying on the grass, watching at the lights, until his dad told him it was enough. He undressed and put on his summer pajama. He kept thinking on the extraterrestrials until he fell asleep. He was having a funny dream about his family, when suddenly, he felt like if his dream was "cut". He opened his eyes and jerked: around his bed were four E.T.'s. He was about to scream, but his mind filled with a calming message: -Don't be scare, Patrick. Relax and calm. We won't harm you. - The message said. Patrick heard the words inside his head. The E.T.'s didn't move their little mouths. He convinced they were sincere. He relaxed his body and mind, peacefully. -They're just as the stories. - Patrick thought, watching the oval faces with big, deep, black eyes, no hair, and almost no noses. - Are you going to abduct me? - He asked involuntarily. The people talked again, but not with their mouths. -You will come with us, only for a little time, Patrick. - He heard. - Don't be scared. Patrick noticed his room was filled with a weird, dim light. The tallest person raised his hand. Patrick, still over his back, began to levitate. Soon, he was "standing"... on the air. Then, he was over his house, looking inside, as if the roof were transparent: His room, with the empty bed, his parent's room, his dad and mom, sleeping peacefully, and his brother's room, the bed empty, too. -Your brother will come with us, too. - Answered the E.T. to the not made question. - Don't worry. Your parents will stay sleeping. They kept going up. Patrick was worriless: the people seemed so friendly. They wouldn't harm them. He was flying like a bird. That was exciting... Suddenly, without notice, they were directly under a big ship. After went through the floor, Patrick found himself in a big room, standing over a warm and soft surface. A tall E.T. was in front of him. -Welcome and greetings, Patrick. - Said a woman's pleasant voice. - My name is Yandeira, your guide. You must be curious to know why we brought your brother and you to here. -We are what you call extraterrestrials, Patrick. - The woman told. - But we are really related. You and your brother are very special for us and we want you to help us. You will receive answers to your questions, but first we want be sure that you are in good health. We will do a medical examination of you. You will find it is just like an examination from your pediatrician. Yandeira made a gesture and Patrick tilted to a horizontal position and moved toward a table that appeared in the center of the room. His body kept floating over the table. A soft bodiless voice told him to extend his arms over his head. After this, a shorter E.T. removed the top of his pajama, and another did slide down the bottom, leaving him naked. He felt embarrassed but only a little. The clothes were put carefully over a metal plate that disappeared. Finally, Yandeira made another gesture and Patrick's body rested softly over the table. He found the table softer and more comfortable than his bed. On the ceiling, over the table, appeared a group of things looking like eyes, the size of bowling balls. -They are our scanners, Patrick. - Said Yandeira. - You can say they are the doctors. They will perform the examination. They won't hurt. The "eyes" were hanging from metallic-like cords. They descended over his body. The touch was like the one of a wet rubber ball, but warm. They immediately began sliding all over his body. The sensation was quite funny, like a kind of tickling. The "eyes" did the examination, gliding over his chest, belly and thighs. Some of them felt like as when his mom fond him. Patrick began to feel uneasy when the scanners touched his nipples, the internal of his thighs or his penis. Soon his dick had a little erection. When Patrick saw that Yandeira was looking with attention, his face and body went red as a tomato. -Try to relax, Patrick. - Suggested Yandeira. - Our scanners cannot avoid stimulating your nerves. It is supposed that you feel this during examination. A voice suggested Patrick to open his arms and legs to help the scanners. The crossing of the scanners on the armpits and sides were quite fun, but Patrick had to closed his eyes when one of them slipped between his legs, directly down of his balls. Another one began to rub his penis. Patrick began to squirming. The sensation was intense. His breath turned heavy. He noticed that a kind of invisible cushions restrained his movements, but didn't stop them completely. They only reinforced the feeling. The "eyes" tickling a little his soles, making him wave them. Patrick hasn't felt as good in a very long time. He noticed two E.T.'s standing near Yandeira. He smiled when two of the scanners climbed his neck and run over his cheeks. He kept his eyes closed, but when one of the "eyes" crossed over one of his, he felt a little pressure over his eyelid that opened it. He found looking at a radiant rainbow. It was beautiful. His eyelid got closed, and the "eye" continued its work over his nose. Two "eyes" finished the work on his hair and returned to the ceiling. Then he felt he was floating again. Slowly and softly, Patrick's body rolled and was put again in the table, now mouth-down. -The scanners will finish his work, soon. - Said Yandeira. Patrick soon felt the eyes "working" on his back and in his buttocks. -Guess what happened Saturday, David? - Patrick thought. - Some eyes rubbed my buttocks in a spaceship. Finished the work, Patrick, floating again, was taken in front of Yandeira. -One of the main reasons for our visit is for collecting samples of your vital souls. - She said. -What? - Thought Patrick. -The sperm of males is a mixture of physical matter, used to propagate the life and subtle soul matter, which really makes us intelligent, transcendental beings. Your people have not discovered this yet, but in the future you will. The integration of your vital souls and ours will give birth to more advanced human race that ultimately will unite us in an only universal community. - Yandeira told. - You, your brother and some other children are very special for us, Patrick. You belong to the more advanced generation of the race. You are the future. -What will happen? - Patrick began to feel nervous. He knew something. -We will stimulate your penis, Patrick. - She said. -When you ejaculate, we will be able to collect some of your vital soul. Patrick low his head, his face red. -Yandeira...I am sorry...but... - Mumbled Patrick. -What happen, Patrick? - Yandeira asked. -I...I cannot... - Patrick tried to find the words. - I cannot do that... -Why, Patrick? -I am not... normal...- He said, wanting to weep. - I have not ejaculated yet, my dad said I am a little retarded, but my friends say they do it already... Maybe I'm...sick... or something... Patrick felt that his development was out of track. All his friends can ejaculate when masturbate. He had seen a few of them doing it, when they play. But he hasn't even had a wet dream. His balls were also a bit more little than his friends' and had only little hair. Sometimes he felt his penis was sleeping. In his last visit to the pediatrician he tried to talk in private with the doctor, but he wasn't able to. Yandeira got next to him and touched his chin, softly, raising his head. -You are perfectly normal, Patrick. - She said. - Only that some boys grow faster that others, but in the end all grow. You have your own rhythm to maturate, but you are normal. We know that, and the examination confirmed it. If you were not mature you would be next to your brother, but you are here. A finger of Yandeira, wiped a tear from Patrick's eye. The touch felt warm and nice. -Are you sure? True? - Asked Patrick, relieved and reanimated. -Of course I am. And I will demonstrate you. - She answered. Patrick was taken again to the table. Some "eyes" came again, but only a few. They descended and sat around his groin. They began to rub and massage. Patrick closed his eyes and squirmed. That was almost unbearable, fantastic. He felt the cushions around his body and rubbed against them. He moaned. His mind was filled of colors and lights. He didn't want that to finish. His penis got erected as never. Quite big for a boy of his age and rigid as only young can. From the ceiling came something like a mushroom: big head and slender body brightly colored. The scanners backed off a little and it kept floating over Patrick's penis tip. Patrick did look it and got a little nervous. He suspected what it will try. The body was slender but wider that the opening in his penis. The "mushroom" got down, surprisingly. Patrick felt a spark of pain and then the head of the mushroom embodied his penis. That was incredibly! His whole body vibrated with a great rhythm. He squirmed, rubbing his body again and again. He didn't care the presence of the E.T.'s or Yandeira. Flashes run in front of his eyes. He was just able to catch a glimpse of a crystal-like box, floating over the table. Then he jerked, his body arched and got rigid, an incredibly sensation run from his stomach to all his body. He ejaculated three times, feeling the best sensation ever. Then he felt over the table, exhausted, with a heavy breath. When he saw Yandeira, he felt the impulse of smile at her, before fell asleep, feeling very tired. When he awoke, he was floating in front of Yandeira. He wasn't naked anymore, covered with something like a long gown, like Yandeira's, of cotton or something like that, only that a much softer than it. It felt well over his naked body. Yandeira showed him the crystal box. A very bright fluorescent purple spiral was spinning inside it. -The sample of your vital soul, Patrick. - She said. - I thank you, Patrick. -You said of some other children... - Thought Patrick. -Yes, they are here, next of us, but invisible. - Said Yandeira making a gesture with her hand, in front of Patrick's eyes. Patrick saw a flash and then, he noticed his table was one of about 40, arranged on a circle. On each one, naked, was a girl or a boy, on different stages of the "examination". Patrick did recognize several of his friends. -Yes, Patrick. - Said Yandeira, answering his wordless question. - We chose this zone, because you and some of your friends are special for us. Patrick move around the tables. It was the first time he saw his friends totally naked. Some of them had their eyes opened, but seemed not to watch at him. -They cannot see you, Patrick. - Said Yandeira. At each table were one or two E.T.'s. that removed the clothes and performed another tasks. The naked bodies of the boys squirmed a little when the "eyes" were on their groins and when the "mushroom" embodied their penises. Patrick got next a table when the "eyes" returned to the ceiling. There was a girl, one of his friends. Helen, her name. He thought she was nice. Watching her nude was exciting: she was beautiful. Her body was soft. The breasts and hips were just beginning to show. Her face was delicate and he liked her brown, shoulder-length, silky hair. Then, her legs opened. From the table arise an instrument, composed of a couple of shining-looking pipes. Slowly, it was inserted between her legs, deeper and deeper. Helen squirmed too and opened wide her eyes. -Is it painful? - He asked. -No. - Yandeira answer. - But sometimes it is very pleasant. What I told you about the sperm applies to the girls, too. But, in her case we took the vital soul of her ovules. Yandeira showed him a crystal box, like his, but with a green spiral. Patrick blushed: he imagined what if Helen was looking at him in that moment. -Not in this moment, Patrick. - Yandeira said, with something that looked like a smile in her face. - But I did talk with each one of you and showed all that I am showing to you. I talked with her and she watched you in your examination. -She saw me... naked? - Asked Patrick, alarmed. -Yes. She saw you, during the examination and the taking of the samples. And all the boys and girls, too. - Yandeira seemed, frankly, amused. Patrick felt a little disappointed and uncomfortable. . -Do not feel that way, Patrick. - She said. - After all she thinks you are cute. -She thinks that? - He thought. -And my brother? - Asked Patrick. -Your brother and other children are too young for our needs. -Yandeira answered. - You can say we are performing only the medical check-up on them, to track their development. Patrick saw again the flashing light. On a smaller room, too arranged in circle, about 20 children, half girls, half boys, lay on tables, each one with one or two E.T.'s. Yandeira and he got close to Jim, who was squirming. The boy resisted a little, as the E.T.'s removed the tee shirt he used to sleep, leaving him naked. -Your brother is not as receptive as you. - Said Yandeira. - He is a little scared. He should not remember us. But you will. An E.T. put his hands over Jim's head. Slowly, the boy calmed down and relaxed. After the "eyes" performed the examination, one of them stopped next the little penis of Jim, and two thin cables inserted into it. From another "eye", over Jim's belly, came a metal-looking thin bar, which got into the little body, just above the navel. All the kids had that bar in the belly, but the girls, instead of the cables on the boys' penises, had a couple of shining pipes between their open legs and deep into their bodies, just as the older girls, but a little slender. -You see is totally painless, Patrick. And it leaves no marks. - Said Yandeira. - Your brother will visit us again in some years. A glowing blue ball appeared on her hands. -It is time for you and your peers to return, Patrick. - She said, holding the ball. - Now, look inside this...and thanks. We will watch again soon. Patrick thought the ball looked cool, and he felt like as if he was falling inside, before lose consciousness. Later, he felt something weird: someone was patting softly his cheeks. He opened his eyes. He was again in his room and in his bed, the sun illuminating the walls. His father was next to him, grinning. -Wake up, sleeping beauty. - He said. - How was your sleep? -Mghsgood, dad... - He mumbled, yawning and rubbing his eyes. -Stand up and dress, Pat. We're going to the mall. Maybe you and I can celebrate a little... - He said pointing at something. Patrick's face turned red: the point of his penis was out of the fly of his bottom, and a viscous stain covered the front. -My kid is getting a man! - Said his dad, patting again his cheek. Smiling, Patrick covered with his sheets as his dad went away. He didn't want to be seen by his dad and neither wants him to see the faded mushroom-shaped tool he found under his body. -It wasn't a dream, as I supposed... - Thought Patrick, looking at the flaccid instrument, as he heard his brother trying to explain his mom why his tee shirt was put on backwards. Later, in the mall, as Patrick kept thinking in the events, he saw Helen and her family. He knew he cannot greet her. It was just... incorrect. Not after he saw her naked and she the same. He kept watching the other side, but when they were next each other, he gave a quick look to her. She did the same. When their eyes looked at each other, they turned away their faces, red as beet. They were too ashamed. -Someday I will ask her of this... At least I know I am normal... - Patrick thought. Feedback. Do you like this story? Do you dislike it? I would like to hear from you. danilong1@yahoo.com Thank You For Your Time.