| The boys found that there was nothing they could do in the circumstances, at least nothing about their airborn state. With so many impossible things happening, and so much unexplained, they both realized that their dicks were achingly hard. What was a little sexual release amid events such as these? After a good bit of rutting on Ryan's mattress in the old farmhouse, they drifted off to sleep. |
| Cole had the oddest dream...a gay superhero was walking down the street playing a male fertility symbol like a banjo, while his own 6-year-old self waited for his father to return from the war in Iraq. Also he wasn't naked. |
| The next thing he knew they both were awakened by a booming whisle, like bombs dropping--only it wasn't that. Ryan looked out the window to a sight that set all surprises up to now on a lower rung. It was a ship of some kind, had to be. It zoomed into the yard and settled down next to the motorbike. Gradually the sound faded as our heros jumped into their clothes. |
| "Yeah yeah yeah, I know its all amazing, and you don't know me, and your mother said never to get into teleport transit vehicles with strange aliens--but here's the deal kids. See those fighter planes behind me about to strafe this farmhouse? Well their not here to ask questions, and I'm not here to answer them. Get your asses in here NOW!" |
| "And don't forget that ball!!" |
| "Flight leader to alpha, you're not gonna believe this, but there's a farm floating up in the sky! With a flying ship of some kind that just landed on it! We're heading in! All weapons armed!" |
| The boys dove into the transport, just in time. |
