Rosco was having a dream, a wonderful dream, when something woke him up.
He didn't want to be awake, in his dream there was Traci with her pair of big soft bare breasts pressed against his face, her hand had ahold of his burgeoning erection, wafts of pleasure was flooding his entire body.
This time it looked like she was actually going to let him....
He opened his eyes and the vision was gone. He closed them again, trying desperately to be back there, to remember but like so many other dreams, it faded, then was gone from his memory.
Rosco hated it when that happened.
He lay there listening, there was no sound. Once more opening his eyes, the bedroom ceiling was visible, barely, in the bright October moonlight.
It was very quiet, too damned quiet in fact. Rosco rolled upright, his feet feeling the coolness of the floor. A quick glance at the clock on the little stand beside his bed showed that it was 3:57 AM.
Once more he closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream, but it just would not come. He knew it had been wonderful, if he could only get the vision back, he was so close.
Traci had never actually let him fuck her, but she sure knew how to get him to blast off into the air. Plus several times now she had let him suck on her big soft titties, he loved to do that. Her resistance was fading, sooner or later he would get those panties down and off and....
Rosco let out a long sigh, no way was he going to be able to get back to his dream.
His erection was fading, too. Then it hit him that he needed to take a piss. Of course the bathroom was downstairs, and the house was cool. With his mind still invested in sleep, and struggling with trying to get back into the lovely dream, he simply didn't want to get up.
Rosco finally got up and went over to the window, sliding it upwards carefully so as not to make any noise. He knew he shouldn't, his Mom was already griping about the brown leaves on her Rose Bushes down below, but what the hell.
Reaching down with his thumb, he tugged the waistband of his briefs down enough that his now soft dick would reach over the top of them.
Sliding back his foreskin, he prepared to let fly.
That is when looked up and saw it.
Far across the moonlit fields was a large long cylinder shaped object, it appeared to be hovering over the slough out there. The moonlight was bright enough that he know that was no shadow, whatever in the hell that was, was real.
Startled, Rosco clamped down, stopping the stream just as it started. He felt a couple of droplets of moisture fall on his bare foot. He gave his pecker a couple of shakes, tucked it back away and reached for his field glasses that sat on the table by his bed.
Those were a damned good pair, 40 power, he normally used them to look over at the house next door in the evenings. That house sat back a bit, but by leaning out slightly he sometimes could catch one or both of the couple that lived there in various stages of undress.
Once he had even seen the old man give his wife Kay a pretty good hosing in the downstairs living room. She was a solid fifty pounds overweight, with huge sagging breasts, but man could she use her butt. That time she had been down on her hands and knees as John, her old man stuck what looked to be about 5 inches in her from behind.
Her big old boobs had been swinging back and forth that time, it was something to watch. She had turned enough that Rosco had almost been able to see Kay's snatch, he did manage a glimpse of a mass of black hair.
He had been trying ever since to catch them at it again, but so far all he had managed was to see Kay in her underwear, and once with just her panties on. She had a giant fat set of boobs with great big nipples, they pointed almost straight down.
Watching her wandering around like that was kinda fun, although it did make him wonder if his girlfriend Traci's tits would look like that in a few years.
Rosco shook his head at that thought, the fog of sleep had completely left him and he looked back out across the field.
That thing, whatever it was, was still there! For a moment, he had thought it was part of his dream but now he knew damn good and well he was fully awake. He rolled the adjustment on the binoculars back and forth until it was perfectly clear, no doubt at all it was something just hovering there.
It was big, it had to be at least 100 feet long, 30 feet around, maybe more. It looked like a long dark colored piece of pipe. It was hovering in the air above the water, there were no wings, no fins, nothing. Rosco felt a sudden vision in his mind that they were getting water.
They? He shook his head, that vision was powerful.
As he watched through the binoculars, it began to show a faint deep purple glow, and the glow was moving around the outside of it like a wisp of vapor of some kind.
Then a tiny light blinked on, it flashed in his eyes. Startled, he almost dropped the glasses, reaching up to rub his eyes. It was a very thin beam of white light, and it seemed to come right at him, blinding him for a moment.
The cylinder began to move upwards, slowly at first but then building speed at a motion hard to follow, it was gone. He saw no flash of rockets, there was no noise at all. A jumble of characters that were nonsense flooded into his mind, confusing him for a few seconds.
The faint purple haze hung there in the air where it had been for just a moment, swirling, then it was gone.
Rosco watched for quite a long time, nothing. Finally he put down the glasses, went downstairs and relieved himself. For some reason he really didn't want to stick his pecker out the window right then.
He looked out again when he got back to his room, there was nothing there. He just went back to bed, the cool sheets tugged up tightly around himself.
Then he woke up. He tried to move but could not, he was in one of those moments between sleep and awake where nothing in his body would move. He tried to open his mouth to call out, but nothing happened. There was a flash of panic, then he managed to calm himself.
This had happened to him before, he knew that if he could just relax, concentrate on moving one finger, sensation and movement would flood across him again.
He was lying on his side, there was a sudden scurrying motion, he saw a glimpse of the Cat as it darted across the room and then it was gone.
Next he heard a tiny sound. Something, someone was on the stairs. Rosco desperately tried to move to no avail. He listened carefully, heard the soft scuffle of something just outside his door. His body felt cold, fear overtook him.
If he could just more his little finger.....
The door opened slowly. There was a shadow in the room, it was large. Then another shadow joined the first one. Rosco tried with everything in his mind to move, there was nothing.
The shadows crossed the room. He felt the voices in his mind, it wasn't really like voices, it was more like pictures? Almost like watching TV with the sound off?
Almost.
In his mind he saw a glint of light that came from his own house. He realized that had been the reflection of his own binoculars in the moonlight. He saw them reach down and turn on their own, sending a thin beam back. He saw his own hands come up to cover his face, then darkness as the light went out.
That was crazy, for a moment it was like he was them looking at himself.
"This is the one." He felt that it in his thoughts.
"Yes, this one."
"What do we do?"
"Take the creature, we must test anyway."
"How do we know if it is fertile?"
"We must start somewhere."
"We will test."
"Yes, test it."