Crime and Punishment

(Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place, only the idea I have.)

Crime and Punishment

Chapter One
The Crime

Max wasn’t even close to saying that he was anywhere near a good detective. However, he had seen something of interest in Justin’s room a few days prior and it seemed like a good time to go in and look. His mom and dad were both down working in the sub shop. Alex and Harper were off scheming over who-knows-what. And Justin was down in the living room with a study group of geeks. The-girl-of-the-week that Justin was interested in was a part of that group, so Max knew that he was in the clear of sneaking into Justin’s room.

Before going upstairs, Max grabbed his backpack and a glass of water that he wasn’t actually intending on drinking. Scanning over the living room, Max saw that Justin was leaning over his girl’s book and pointing at something with a timid smile on his face.

The smile was almost enough to make Max back out. Whenever Max was upset, that smile had always been the one thing that comforted him.

On the other hand, the object Max had thought he had seen was something that Max wanted to investigate. If he could just manage to obtain it, then he could have one up on Justin and Alex when it came time the challenge to keep his powers. Max knew he needed to keep his powers most.

So, Max crept up the stairs, attempting to keep any possible attention off of him. Before turning the corner, he peeked one more time to make sure that Justin was busy.

First thing first. Max went to his room and dropped his backpack down on the floor and the cup of water on his dresser.

Next, he scampered across the hallway to Justin’s room. His heart did flips as he put his hand on the doorknob. Lightly, attempting silence, he turned it. For some reason, he tried hard not to let it make any sound. It felt silly to him, yet crucial.

Opening the door just a sliver so he could get through, Max slid into the room.

Inside, the room was much darker than the hallway. There was a blanket thrown over the window. Some kind of bright green potion, boiling in the corner, gave off just enough light.

Now, if only Max could just figure out where Justin would hide the object. A master wand.

Knowing that Justin was much smarter than he, Max instantly started ruling out places where he would hide something.

Not under the bed.

Not in the closet.

Couldn’t possibly be inside the radio.

Justin was too smart for all those places.

Where could it be?

Max scratched his head. The dresser caught his attention.

Once, when they were younger, Justin accidentally showed Max where his money stash was when he went to give him a dollar to buy a candy bar at the mart down the road.

Yes! That had to be where Justin hid his master wand.

Max skidded open the top drawer of Justin’s dresser. It scrapped terribly loud. Max clinched his teeth. He had never felt so terrified in his life. If he got caught, he knew he could face a life of treachery. He could even end up being treated as poorly as Justin treated Alex. That would kill him from the inside out.

His cheeks flushed up as he started to rifle though Justin’s underwear. The top layer was an amazing amount of tighty whities. How could a person love them that much? And how did he keep them so white? Max began to wonder. Clearly mom wasn’t doing Justin’s laundry any longer.

That became even more evident as he scrapped the top layer off.

What the? Max thought.

Underneath the briefs there was an array of other kinds of underwear. Max lifted up a Speedo and examined it for a second. It had their school logo on it. Max didn’t recall Justin ever joining the swim team.

Another article instantly grabbed Max’s interest. He lifted it up after he placed the Speedo back. It had a front but only two straps in the back. Was that what they called a jockstrap?

Has Justin been raiding the locker room or what?

That wasn’t the end of the shock. There were bikinis, thongs, and some leather thing that Max couldn’t figure out. Wow. His brother was a freak.

Max’s hands shook as he continued to dig down. He was beginning to feel quite dirty going through Justin’s personal belongings as such. Not to mention the shock on his system at what was within those personal things. He shuttered as his hand grasped what he was searching for. The long, stick-like object was in his hands. He pulled his hand back and the jockstrap caught onto it.

Seeing the object up closer, Max instantly knew it wasn’t a wand at all. It was shaped like a penis instead. And it was bright orange.

What the freak is wrong with Justin?

Thinking of Justin, he walked right into the room. Max held his breath.

Maybe he won’t notice me.

“What the Great Gatsby are you doing in here, you little twerp?” Justin asked. There was a malice in his voice that made Max quiver.

Without thinking, Max turned slowly toward Justin. Dildo in hand. Jockstrap still on the end of it.

Justin’s angry face quickly turned into a shocked expression, then went back to angry.

“You’ve gone too far, this time!” Justin grabbed his real wand off of his bed and pointed it at Max. “Silenceo. Icetonus.”

Max was stuck. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t talk. He was stuck there.

Justin ripped a book from his shelf and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

For the Geeks

 Seth's Gift

By David Lee
<dlee169@hotmail.com>


----------

Seth had always known he was adopted.  No one had told him verbally; he
just knew.  It was like a lot of other things.  He had some inborn sense
that not everyone around him seemed to have.

Early on, he'd learned to "close the curtain."  That was his turn of phrase
for blocking others from reading his thoughts.  It wasn't that he sensed
anyone else invading his mind, but he instinctively protected himself from
that possibility.  Again, he wasn't sure why.  Perhaps it was because he
could feel other people's thoughts.  He couldn't mind-read as such, but he
had perceptions of what was going on in someone else's head.  For instance,
he couldn't know for certain the exact questions his teacher would ask on a
test, but he could sense what general areas he should study most.  It was a
gift that he was determined to keep secret.  If people knew, they would
probably consider him a freak and avoid him.

At a young age, he knew that his adoptive parents loved him very much.  It
was more than the outward expressions like hugging or tousling his hair; it
was in what their minds projected.  It was the same with his only sibling.

Seth began to suspect that people around him did not possess the same gift.
If they did, they would certainly react to some of his thoughts.  At 13, in
the onset of puberty, he tested his theory.  One day in the presence of his
12 year old brother, he let his mind wander to the erotic wet dream he'd
experienced the night before.  It had involved a cousin and would certainly
have brought about an expression of either lust or disgust had the boy been
able to tune into Seth's wave-length.  But Simon went on picking up his
dirty clothes, paying no attention.

Seth projected a stronger image.  In fact, the picture was so vivid in his
mind that the bulge in his jeans grew uncomfortably in its confinement.
Still there was no reaction.  Luckily, he was wearing an over-sized T that
disguised his "problem."  Had Simon noticed his hardon, he probably would
have reacted by projecting a randy aura.

From then on, Seth began to hone his skill.  If he had an unusual ability,
there was no reason not to make the most of it.  It was helping him stay at
the top of his class without deliberately using it, so he would see how
much further it could take him if he more consciously exercised it.

----------

Seth was able to make the transition from middle school to high school more
easily than many of his classmates because he instinctively knew how to
react in social situations.  He could tell who needed a kind word, who
thought he was cute, and who was best avoided.

He tactfully kept girls at a distance.  They didn't interest him in the way
that other boys talked about in the locker room.  Seth wasn't sure why, but
he suspected that he was different.  He took comfort in knowing that his
brother seemed to feel the same way.  Perhaps they would change when their
hormones kicked in completely.

----------

On the day of his 16th birthday, his parents had a larger than usual party
for him.  His father said something about it's being in recognition of his
becoming a man.  Seth wondered if his father knew about the thick bush of
pubes he had sprouted or that he could shoot big loads of jizz when he
jacked off, but decided that it probably had nothing to do with either.
Surely his father had experienced puberty at about the same age.

After the celebration, when most of the other guys had left and his brother
was sent outside to shoot hoops with the one remaining friend, his parents
sat down with him for a serious discussion.  He had anticipated it all
afternoon because he could "read" anxiety in their thoughts.  He knew it
wasn't going to be something shocking, but was a thing that they dreaded
having to talk about.  Could it be "The Talk?"  He didn't think so, because
his dad had already explained the rudiments of how babies were made.

The seriousness of his father's demeanor seemed out of place on the warm
spring day.  Seth could hear the songs of birds outside the open window.
It had been a glorious day.  Seth hoped it would continue to be when this
was over.  His father dived into the deep end.

"We want you to know that we love you very much," Greg said by way of
introduction.  "You are as good a son as anyone could have.  But we need to
tell you the truth.  We are not your blood relatives."

"It's okay, Dad.  I kinda knew that.  You love me like you do Simon.
You're the best parents any boy could wish to have!"

With that, he embraced his father and then his mother.  They both had tears
in their eyes.  He knew it was a combination of joy and relief.

"We were afraid that you'd be hurt when you knew.  We intended to tell you
at an early age, but then someone might have taken you from us." His mother
said.

"Why would they want to do that?"

"Well, we didn't formally adopt you.  We filled out a birth certificate
that says you are our natural child.  But the truth is that we found you on
our doorstep in a wicker basket.  There was a note asking us to care for
you and love you as our own.  It requested that we give you this on your
16th birthday as a way of welcoming you into manhood.  It appears that your
people consider you a man at that age."

As she said that, she opened a small wooden box that contained a crystal
pendant on a gold chain.  Seth was mesmerized by the splendor of it.  It
seemed to have an inner yellowish glow.  He held it in his hands silently
for a couple of minutes and then slipped it around his neck.  His smile lit
up the room.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"Here's the note too.  It may be in your mother's handwriting."

"It may be from the woman who gave me life, but a mother is someone who
nurtures.  YOU are my mother!"

Again there were tears and hugs and Seth sensed that he had said the right
thing.  Not only had he expressed it, but he had meant it.  Love is a
stronger tie than blood, he thought.

----------

For some inexplicable reason, Seth began to let his mental guard down a bit
after his birthday.  Perhaps he was more relaxed now that he knew the truth
about his family.  He still didn't know who he really was or where he'd
come from, but that wasn't as important as being loved.  Perhaps he'd
search someday.  However, he didn't know how to go about it without getting
anyone in trouble.  There was no birth record to check.  Well, there was a
birth record, but of course it said that he was born to Greg and Tabitha
Rommel.  It had the hour and day of his birth which had been on the note
that was pinned to his baby blanket when he was found.

Since he'd been born in April after a long and harsh winter, the officials
at the records office accepted the fact that he'd been born at home.  No
one had seen his mother in the cold months preceding his birth without a
coat or heavy sweater on, bundled up against the arctic blasts.  No one
could have known she had not been pregnant.

Tabitha had some Gypsy blood flowing in her veins, so Seth's dusky
complexion wasn't something that would raise a red flag either.  The
charade had not been difficult to pull off.

Tabitha had prayed to God for a baby and even tried some old charms that
had been handed down in her family.  When the baby appeared on her
doorstep, she was sure it was an answer from above.  Within three months of
finding Seth, she had become pregnant for real.

----------

After his parents' disclosure, Seth was also more casual about being nearly
naked in the presence of his brother in the room they shared.  Since they
weren't related by blood, Seth wouldn't feel guilty if they should end up
fooling around.  Simon seemed to be taking more notice of Seth's body than
in the past.  Seth could read his desire.

Because of being the elder brother, Seth had the larger of the two beds.
If Simon had wanted to trade, Seth would have.  One of them could have
moved into the tiny guest room that was rarely used, but each boy seemed
content with things the way they were.

One night in May as Seth was sprawled on his bed wearing his favorite
worn-out briefs which had revealing holes in them, he felt a presence
outside the curtain of his mind.  It wasn't Simon, because he wasn't in the
room.  Seth opened the curtain a slit to see who was there.  The figure on
the other side was old and wizened, reminding him of Yoda from "Star Wars."

"Open to me insolent young pup!" a booming voice demanded.

Seth quickly shut down any access to his mind, holding the crystal tightly
in his hand.  He was gripped with dread of the power that surrounded the
strange being.  Despite closing off the channel, he could still feel a cold
presence.  There was a loud crashing sound like thunder, but evidently it
was all in his head because Simon, who had just come into the room, showed
no sign of hearing it.

Simon stripped to his underwear and lay down closely beside Seth on the
double bed.  He turned on his side, looking into Seth's dark eyes and
running his right hand over Seth's tight abs, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

Seeing Seth's favorable reaction, Simon got up and closed the door.  When
he came back, he ran his hand over the rising bulge in Seth's tattered
briefs.  Of course that made the bulge bigger and caused a wet spot to
appear.

The cold presence outside of Seth's mind slowly melted away.

"I know we're not blood brothers so I'm not doing anything wrong," Simon
began.  "I knew something was up on your birthday and I wanted to find out
what it was, so I sent James home telling him I was tired.  Then I crouched
under the window.  I think it's cool because I want to do things with
you..."

"Things like...?"

"I think you know what I mean; things like I'm doing now," Simon said as he
freed Seth's rising boyhood from the confines of his pouch.

"Yeah!" Seth replied as he ran his hand under the waistband of Simon's
underwear.

"That feels so-o-o good!" Simon cooed.

"You do shoot jizz, right?"

"Sure.  Could we make each other do it?  I'd like to cum with you."

He nodded as he massaged Simon's groin causing the younger boy to gasp and
moan so loudly that Seth had to caution him that they'd get caught if he
didn't keep the noise down.  Simon stuffed the corner of a pillow into his
mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure while Seth brought him to an
unbelievably strong orgasm in a very short time.  As he came down from his
sexual high, he lay on top of Seth, kissing him on the mouth.  Seth kissed
back.

"Uh, can you help me out here?" Seth pleaded, pointing to his throbbing
phallus.

"Oh, sorry."

Simon got down close to have a good look at Seth's impressive dark cock.
He pulled back the foreskin to reveal the sticky pink head.  He was near
enough to smell the pleasant aroma of boy sweat and precum.  He got brave
and licked a glistening drop.  More flowed out in response and he lapped
that up too.

Seth was nearly catatonic with desire.  He'd jacked plenty of times in the
past three years, but this was beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of.  The
velvety softness of Simon's tongue sent thrills through his whole body.

"Could you suck on it?" he implored breathlessly.

Wanting to please his older bro, Simon willingly complied.  The more he
felt the silky texture in his mouth and tasted the sweet salty fluid, the
more he liked it.  Soon he was pleasuring Seth like someone who'd been
doing it for years, not moments.

Seth began to claw the sheet, writhing, his head rolling from side to side.

"I'm gonna cum!"  he gasped.

Simon didn't move out of the way, but took blast after blast of hot boy
juice in his mouth.  He kept sucking and tonguing until Seth got so
sensitive that he had to ask him to stop.

"Was it good?"  Simon asked with a grin, tiny ropes of cum oozing down his
chin.

"Awesome!" Seth responded as he pulled Simon on top of himself, kissing him
deeply after cleaning his face with his tongue.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure, any night you want!"

All night, the boys cuddled together in a tangle of arms and legs.  Both
rested surprisingly well and Seth wasn't bothered by the "presence."

----------

The next day after school, the two boys meandered home by the creek that
ran through the woods.  Before they got to their house, an older woman
stopped them.

"I have business with Seth.  You must leave us and go on home."

"No, I'm staying," Simon insisted.

"This does not concern you.  It is a private matter.  Do as I say!"

"I love my brother and will not leave!"

"He is not your brother!"

"Simon knows that," Seth said quietly.  "He may stay if he wants, or I will
not talk to you."

"Very well!  Be it upon your own heads if evil befalls you both!  I am your
grandmother and I am here to tell you that there is dreadful malevolence
afoot!"

"Oh cut the drama and get to it, Grandma, if that's who you indeed are."
Seth said.

"Okay, I can do that.  I know it's the 21st century and all the old ways
don't impress you young `uns.  My point is that there is an ancient
wickedness at work and you may be the one to put a stop to it."

"So the fate of Western Civilization rests upon my young shoulders and I
must do some heroic deed to prevent its utter collapse!" Seth scoffed.

"You are so much like your father!" the lady laughed heartily.  "I swear he
was just as cheeky and just as cute.  I wish you could have known him."

"Then he is dead; and my mother too?"

"Yes, both of them.  Your father died in a so-called accident and your
mother died giving birth to you.  I'm the one who wrote the note and left
you on Tabitha's step.  Some of our people married Gypsies, so she is a
distant relative.  Anyway, she was barren at the time and I knew she would
love you as her own.  I sent along the crystal to protect you and to lead
me to you if you got lost.  I'm glad you are wearing it.  It has powers."

"I feel like I've stepped into a Harry Potter novel," Seth grinned.  "You
can't be serious."

"I am.  I'm sure you will be visited by Voldar soon if you haven't been
already."

"Is he a dried up old man who looks like one of those apple dolls?"

"So he has been here."

"He tried to force his way into my mind, but I shut the curtain."

"You repelled him?"

"Well, he went away with a crash of thunder or something."

"You are a stronger soul than I had anticipated.  Few can force him to
retreat.  He will be back, probably with more power next time.  No doubt he
misjudged your strength as I did.  Whatever you did to keep him at bay,
keep on doing it.

To bring his evil deed to pass, he needs a young man, a virgin, to conceive
an offspring with his sister.  She is an old hag, but can transform herself
into a beautiful, enticing young girl.  Once she has taken the young man's
virginity as well as his sperm, she will spawn a devil more powerful than
Beelzebub.

Voldar will be desperate to bring this about because his time is short.
The power from his sister's offspring will rejuvenate him.  Without it, his
very survival may be in jeopardy.

The magic will only work with a pure blood such as yourself from our line.
Voldar tried to make it happen with your father and failed because your
mother, bless her soul, charmed him into her bed before it could take
place.  You were conceived as a result of his first time.  Voldar would
have raised you to manhood so he could use you, had he known of your
existence.  But we came up with a charm that prevented it."

"The crystal?"

"That, and an ancient incantation.  Anyway, now that you have reached
puberty and can produce sperm, the charm is weakening.  You must remain
strong until you can marry or take a lover.  Perhaps the elders and I can
come up with a more powerful spell to keep you safe."

"Couldn't I just get laid?" Seth asked.

"No, unfortunately.  You must lose your virginity to someone you love," his
grandmother sighed.

----------

"Do you believe all that stuff?" Seth asked after the boys parted from the
old woman and continued on their way.

"It's hard not too, as serious as your grandmother seemed.  It sounds like
a kind of spiritual war that is beyond a mere mortal like me."

"Are you suggesting that I'm not mortal?"

"I don't know.  All I know is that you're what I want, and no one else."

"Don't you want to get married and have children?"

"Do you?"

"I'd like children, but I'm not sure I want to do what it takes to make
them!" Seth replied.

"Me neither.  We could adopt or get a surrogate."

"So are you saying that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do.  I love you."

----------

It was several days later when Seth felt the presence again.  Simon wasn't
sure if he felt it too, or only sensed Seth's reaction to it.  Either way,
it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

They were in the woods again, not far from an abandoned shack where they'd
played as youngsters.  It had been a fun place in their childhood, but now
seemed sinister.  A thick fog suddenly enveloped them and as they fought to
get through it they found themselves in the small building.

Outside the wind rose and lightning flashed, followed by the loudest
thunder they'd ever heard.  In the entire surrounding area a storm of
gigantic proportions was brewing.  TV programs were interrupted to
broadcast weather alerts.  Seasoned meteorologists declared that they'd
never seen the like.  Everyone was advised to hunker down for the storm of
the century.  People headed for their basements hoping to survive.

---------

"Welcome young pup.  You cannot escape me this time.  My beautiful sister
will be here soon and you will fill her belly with your virile seed.  You
are as handsome as she is lovely.  You're offspring will be a being of pure
light.  But first you must take off that necklace."

"It stays," Seth said looking the old being in the eyes.

"You will learn not to defy me, whelp!"

A bolt of lightning struck a meter or less from the building, which shook
violently.  At that moment, a young lady entered the room.  She was indeed
a perfect specimen of feminine attractiveness.  Her golden hair fell across
her full breasts.  She wore only a gauze-like fabric that was so sheer that
it hid nothing.  Most 16 year old males would be enthralled, but not Seth.

"Voldar, you fool, why did you bring the other boy?" the young lady asked
in a harsh voice that belied her softness.  "He will only complicate
things.  He cannot be left to tell what he has seen."

"I could never find them apart, dear sister.  And who knows, he may be of
some use to us."

"You may as well leave," Seth said to her.  "Your charms have no effect on
me.  I will not breed with you and fertilize your eggs."

"You have no choice," the old presence insisted.

"I can will myself to stay limp so I won't be able to perform."

"I'll give you a choice then." Voldar shouted.  "Either you have sex with
my sister or I will make your brother into a eunuch.  We will leave you two
alone for 15 minutes while you come to terms with my offer.  I'm sure you
care enough for him that you don't want him to lose his manhood."

"Don't give them so much time," the girl objected.

"I have given my word and dare not go back on it." Voldar told her.  "All
will be well."

----------

"Shit!  I can't let him cut your balls off." Seth exclaimed after they were
alone.

Then he enclosed the crystal in his hand and shuttered his mind with all
his might so that Voldar couldn't read his thoughts.

"But you can't have intercourse with that witch either!  You know what your
grandmother said.  It's all coming true.  They'll probably kill me anyway
so I can't be a witness."

"What can I do?"  Seth whispered.

"I know what I'm gonna do," Simon said as he stripped off his clothes.  "I
know it sounds strange, but I'm gonna cum one more time before I lose my
favorite parts!"

Despite his bravado, the fear of losing his manhood prevented him from
getting an erection.  He had put on the macho façade for the sake of his
brother, but inside, he was frightened nearly to death.

"Let me hold you once more before they kill us both," Seth said as he
stripped too.

Once they were holding each other naked, both began to be aroused.  Simon
suddenly saw a way out.

"Take me now!  I've wanted this for a long time."

"It's gonna hurt!  We've never done it and we don't have any lube."

"I've been, uh, practicing with a carrot, hoping.  There are worse things!"

"Ok, I guess it can't hurt more that the thought of being emasculated!"
Seth agreed.

Adding Simon's accumulating precum to his own, along with a gob of spit,
Seth pushed past Simon's anal ring as gently as he could given the time
constraints they were fighting against.

Simon cringed momentarily, but soon adjusted.

"Fuck me hard!"  Simon cried.  "I want to feel your cum splashing in my
gut!"

Spurred on by Simon's dirty talk , the tight, hot feeling of his chute, and
the forbidden quality of their sexual union; Seth was heading for an orgasm
at lightning speed.  With a cry of pure pleasure, he began to spew his load
just as Voldar and his sister entered the shack.

There was a loud clap of thunder and sounds of screaming and rage.  The
crystal pendant burned bright orange.  Both boys collapsed on the ground.

About 10 minutes later, Seth regained consciousness.  The first thing he
heard was the sound of birds calling their mates in the peaceful spring
afternoon.  He couldn't dwell on it long because there were more pressing
matters.  He wasn't sure if Simon and he were still in one piece.  With
trembling hands, he checked his brother out, finding him completely whole.
Simon came to as he was being felt up.

"Wow that was one powerful orgasm!  Simon giggled.  "I've never passed out
before.  I didn't know I could cum without being touched."

"Hmm, I must be a real stud to make you shoot that much!" Seth joked.

"But you're the hero, how did you know we could break the magic by making
magic of our own together?"

"Well, your Grandma said that you needed to make it with someone you loved
and I knew how you felt about me."

"You're awesome!

Hey look, there're two piles of dust and old rags by the door where he and
his sister stood.  I guess it was all true," Seth exclaimed.

"Look at the crystal, it's glowing a soft jade now, the color of your eyes.
It's so pure and serene looking." Simon said.  "Oh my God, your eyes are
green!  I know they were always black."

"I think several things have changed.  Thanks to you, I think we won.
Let's go home and clean up before Mom and Dad get there.  What a beautiful
spring day it's turning out to be."

With their arms around each other's shoulders, they ambled toward their
humble abode smiling in the knowledge that they were a part of each other's
destiny...

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Waiting for Faceless Name

Sir Youth hunches over a stiff cane,
Wandering through a busied crowd.
Nameless faces bounding by,
Swarming from obssession to possession.
His boyish grin is stolen in the air.
Unloved by the ants,
Scattering away from a fallen biscut.
Bones start to creet at standing still.
The breeze will not bring in the faceless name
Sir Youth is a watchman for.
Poets of old whisper "Soulmate" to him.
Eyes see his wimpering desire,
Caring not for the mystery inside.
Immaturity begs him to stop an ant.
A small connection builds a bridge between their antenna.
Maturity blows a hole in that bridge
As awkward words flush his face.
Singled out nameless face moves on,
Willing the wind to carry it away.
Sir Youth creeps back into the shadows
And breathes out hope for the future.
Cracking bones are comforted against cold bricks.
The structure holds his body up.
Shaking knees want to give in,
Melting him into the sidewalk
Nameless faces can then walk on Sir Youth.

Only Faceless Name can lift him up.

Biggest Dream?

Mine is to become a published author.

What's yours?

Cameras Humming

The Troop on Nickelodeon

Jake fidgeted next to Felix in the Troop HQ. It was nearing midnight, everything nice and peaceful, the humming tranquility periodically interrupted by beeps and clicks of the security. Mr. Stockley had already locked up for the night, Hayley leaving for some all-important club or award event way earlier. It was just Felix and Jake all alone.
He was bored. He'd done all his homework (something that Hayley would be proud,) Started working on that Research paper for class, got tired with it, drew two life sketches of Hayley from memory, and was now mindlessly doodling and checking out Felix from the side of his vision.
Felix was busy working on some techno-gadget that he didn't really have a clear grasp on. When he asked Felix, he spouted off so much Techno-babble it left Jake's head spinning. Even still, Jake couldn't help but look as the Troop member fiddled with some new gadget.
Plain hands twisted between wires and bits of stuff that Jake didn't have a name for (but Felix probably did. He always did. That was Felix.) They weren't elegant or pretty- unlike Hayley's (but he was pretty sure Hayley took hours maintaining her care for her hands to be perfection,) but bony with blunted nails- a boy's hand. Nothing special, just...boring old hands.

Felix

He let his eyes trail up past tanned skinny arms, up the button-down shirt he's wearing today (brown, Jake noted idly, rolled up at the sleeves,) until finally his eyes rested on the boy's neck, the curve of where his jaw meets the neck alluring him, oddly (With Hayley, it's the face, body, hands, etc. With Felix, It's nothing too special...only that neck.) He let his eyes drift up.
Tan face, black hair- average looking in a dorky-cute way (that's never leaving his head) completely oblivious to Jake's staring.
"You know, I'm not oblivious to your staring." Jake stared, looking around before scratching the base of his head. "What?"
Felix turned to look at him, eyes flat behind black horn-rim glasses. "You've been staring at me for fifteen minutes; what, you need something? You need to go to the bathroom...the lunchroom...anywhere?" Jake just continually shook his head. "I was just…taking an artistic appreciation?"
"Appreciation of what?" Jake didn't answer. Felix slammed down the item he was working on. "You know Jake ever since that...you've been acting strangely. Seriously, what's wrong? Is it a family problem, persona? Is it about Hayley?"
"Hayley's fine…"He reclined in his seat, staring at the Hispanic. "Nothing's...everything's the same. The plain old boring same. Same sameness. Everything the same..."
"So everything's all right? Again, Felix was met with silence. He was getting worried. "Jake, what's wrong? I'm your friend," he gave a weak chuckle, looking at the amateur artist. "I can handle anything. I'll do anything, if it makes you feel better."

Jake

Jake looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Anything."
Felix nodded. "Anything."
Jake nodded in agreement, lips pursed, before leaping out of his chair and tackling a squawking Felix to the wall. "Like, really anything?" He asked breathlessly, because it was a long time since he tackled something down. Maybe he should start working out with Hayley... "Or are you just talking about just limited anything?"
"Jake, what are you talking about?" He couldn't meet his eyes. "Were you playing with some monster and got bit?"
"I was playing with something, alright," Jake muttered, causing Felix to look at him with shock. He smirked, before leaning forward. This had happened before, by accident; now he got shocked, and he couldn't wait it anymore for it to happen naturally. Fatefully. He wanted it now.
When he pulled back, Felix's eyes glittered with amusement, a smirk twirling onto his features. "Are you going to stop this time, Jake Collins?" The Troop member looked at him, thoughtful. Glasses already askew, eyes bright and slightly glazed, face beginning to show pink, unlike Hayley, who always told him to stop about right now, not like her at all so shouldn't he-ah, what the hell.
"No." He yanked Felix's body by his belt-loops, shoving his lips and hips into the boy. When Jake pulled back, there was an underlying current in Felix's eyes, a mixture of anxiety, confusion, and...lust?' Ah' said the devious side of his mind, and caused his lips to slip back to Felix's warm mouth, grinding his hips onto the boy with renewed enthusiasm.
Felix murmured as Jake twisted his tongue around the boy's, tugging it gently before licking the inside of his cheek. Felix tasted like a mixture of sugar and copper, sweet and tangy at the same time. He sighed into the mouth, releasing it after a slow warm open kiss that left them both breathless.
Felix felt his eyes widen and throat moving erratically before biting his lip and closing his eyes, a blissful smile forming as he leaned his head back to give Jake more room to suck at his neck. Jake gently grazed across a vein, kissing it gently, causing the boy to shudder with bliss. He then grabbed Felix's thighs, hitching up the boy's legs around his waist before going back to the curious pleasure of Felix's neck. He felt his hands wander, unbuttoning the Hispanic's shirt, un-tucking the undershirt, running a hand under the shirt up his chest before gently rubbing a nipple. Felix's breathing got faster as Jake's legs started to shake from all the weight.
"Jake," gasped Felix, putting his hands on Jake's shoulders, trying to clear the lust away, if only for a moment. "Can… we…?"
For a quick moment Jake moved his mouth away from the spot he was sucking, muttering, "On Three. One...Two…"
They simultaneously pushed off of the wall at that exact moment. Jake stumbled, hopping on one leg to regain his balance, before falling with a painful "thump."
"Jake, you okay?" Felix asked from above him as he groaned. He opened his eyes a bit, seeing Felix's worried face above him. He smiled at him, nodding. "Yeah," he said before reaching up to capture a kiss from those tantalizing lips.

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Jake quietly cursed when his hand slipped from Felix's sweat, nearly making him fall back onto the cold floor. He tried to regain his balance by gripping his sides, before scratching out that idea and just simply wrapping his arms around Felix's neck, parting his thighs a bit more so he could thrust up against the other boy's crotch.
They had managed to diverse themselves of their clothes and now were sitting naked, chests pressed against each other. Felix's slicked hand pumped between their heated bodies, pressing both of their cocks together in brain-numbing ecstasy.
Felix bit his lip. "Jake," he panted between moaned expletives. "I'm close."
Jake squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold it, hang on, I'm-"
And the world exploded into white.
He didn't know how long was he shuddering against Felix, tightly wrapped in an embrace with him. Limbs were locked against each other, scraping against each other as they held each other tighter and tighter, before they collapsed, spent, falling away from each other, staring at the ceiling.
Jake cleared his throat after a while. "…So." Felix didn't murmur. Jake lifted his head, worried. "Felix?" he croaked, throat harsh from the silent screaming.
"…I think I'm bleeding from where I banged my head against the floor." Jake couldn't help it. He laughed. He laughed and picked himself up and then helped Felix up and before long, Felix was laughing alongside him as they started to put on their clothes and that's when Jake knew that everything was going to be okay. Maybe not forever, but for now, everything was going to be all right.

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Felix stepped down from the ladder, beaming and rubbing his hands together. "All right, the security cameras are reset."
"And you sure that there isn't any footage at all left?" Jake asked from his place leaning on the wall, arms crossed, casual. Felix shook his head. "All of it erased; just me and you talking, then a bit of static, then it's muted, so all it's really picking up is the video." He nodded. "We're in the clear."
Jake gave him a smile. "Thanks." He patted his friend on the back. "Hey, why don't we go over to my house?"
"Really? Your parents are going to let you in this late?" Felix asked incredulously. Jake's smile slowly turned into a smirk. "My parents aren't home; vacation. And Phoebe's at some slumber party. Anyway, I got that new game you've wanted to try…" He trailed off, eyebrows raised.
"Jake you know better; last one home is a Vampire Moth and has to lose by default" Felix spun on his heels, and ran. Jake started.
 "Damnit Felix! Wait up!" Their laughter drifted away, echoing into silence in the dark Head Quarters as the cameras looked on.

Are You Ready to Have Sex

I think it's very important to know you want to have sex before you have it. And have it for the right reasons. Sex is best when you are in love. So, if you ARE still a virgin, please read below.

Am I ready for sex?

Almost everyone asks themselves "am I ready to have sex?" at some point in their lives, but unfortunately not many people will be able to answer it with a definite "yes" or "no". Having sex for the first time can be a very special experience, but it can also lead to all sorts of complications. Sex without a condom or other form of contraception can result in pregnancy, and if your partner has HIV or a sexually transmitted infection (and you might not always know they do), you can become infected too. There can also be emotional consequences to having sex with someone – it can really change a relationship, and not always for the better. Sex can be enjoyable with the right person, but it’s very easy to make mistakes and end up hurt, which is why people advise you: "don’t have sex until you’re ready!"
Of course it's all very well saying this, but how do you know when you’re ready? Legally, you aren’t allowed to have sex with anyone until you’re over the age of consent. But it takes more than just being a legal age to make you ready for sex – you need to be emotionally ready too. Here are some questions to help you work out if you're ready to have sex.

1) Are you doing this because YOU want to?

Or are you thinking about having sex because someone else wants you to? Maybe you’re not sure you’re ready, but your partner is keen? Or perhaps there's a bit of ‘peer pressure’ – all your friends seem to be having sex, so you feel you should be too?
Do any of the following sound familiar? -

• “You would if you loved me!”
• “It’s only natural!”
• “Everyone else is doing it!”
• “Don’t you want to make our relationship stronger?”
• “You’ll have to do it sometime – why not now, with me?”
• “I'll be gentle, and it'll be really great, I promise!”
• “I'll only put it in for a second...”

If you recognise any of these phrases, then you should think carefully! These are not the right reasons to have sex. A partner who says things like this is probably trying to put pressure on you and might not really care whether you’re ready or not – this person doesn’t respect your feelings, and they’re probably not the right person to have sex with.
Nor should you have sex just because your friends are saying things like :

• “You mean you’ve never done it?!?”
• “I lost it when I was twelve. . .”
• “Yeah, I’ve had sex loads of times. . .”
• “You’re a virgin, you wouldn’t understand. . .”
• “No-one’ll be interested in you if they hear you’re frigid.”
• “It's amazing - you don't know what you're missing!”

It may feel like your friends are all more experienced and knowledgeable, but we guarantee they're probably not! Many of them will only be saying this sort of thing because they think everyone will laugh at them if they admit they’ve never really done anything! Besides, being sexually experienced at a young age doesn’t necessarily make someone mature or sensible - in fact, it usually indicates the opposite.

2) Do I know my partner well enough?

If you’ve only just met your partner, haven’t been going out with them very long, or perhaps don’t even really know them, then sex is never going to be a really good experience because there won't be much trust between you. If you've never even kissed the person you're with, then you're definitely not ready to have sex with them!
Sex can leave you feeling very vulnerable afterwards in a way you might not be prepared for, so it’s better to be with someone that you know is likely to be sticking around. Usually, you’ll have better sex with someone you know really well, are comfortable with, and who you can talk to openly about relationships and feelings. Sex will be best with someone you love.

For more information, go to http://www.avert.org/ready-sex.htm

Exile Island

Nick

From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Survivor Exile Island

Survivor belongs to CBS and Mark Burnett. Not to me. The men in this story are not gay - this is just a work of fiction. I'm not making a profit from this story. I'm sure you already know the disclaimers about making sure you are 18 or over 18, about safe sex, about this story having gay content.

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On night 3 at the younger men's camp, there should have been plenty to celebrate. Their tribe won a crucial immunity challenge, meaning the 4 of them had another few days before they had to even consider voting anyone off. They also had a fire and a passable shelter. Unfortunately, the torrential rains meant that they spent most of the night huddled in the shelter, desperate for warmth.

Since the new format had split the 16 players up by age and gender, the younger men didn't have the blessing or curse of forming bonds with young bimbos, older mother figures, or middle-aged alpha males. They just had each other. The oldest of them was in his early 30's - Bobby, AKA Bob Dawg, a beefy black man with a standoffish, strong-willed personality. The others were in their late to early 20's. Austin, a writer with shoulder-length dark blonde hair and a knowing grin, was short in stature but carried an enviable physique sculpted from years of team sports. He was presently sleeping next to Nick, a much taller but also much less outgoing man with short dark hair, handsome but slightly rugged features, and one of the most flawless bodies ever on Survivor. In spite of his gleaming six-pack and strong arms, he was more suited for the gym than brutal physical competition; he had almost lost the immunity challenge for his team and had confided only in Austin just how upset he was by his performance. Austin was completely straight, really, but he believed in the power of male bonding, and he clutched tightly to Nick, hoping to transfer some of his quiet confidence to his new friend as he shivered from the cold.

Rounding out the group was Aras. Round was the appropriate term for Aras - the lanky brunette yoga

Aras

instructor and former basketball player had loopy ideas like asking his tribe to place their hands one on top of the other in order to spark a creative energy for a fire. Round also applied to Aras' bubble butt, whose lightly haired crack was persistently peeking out of low-slung board shorts. Aras slept next to Bobby. Bobby hadn't participated in the "hands for fire" exercise - he had no use for that privileged white boy shit. He was FAR more tempted by the succulent buttocks protruding from that privileged white boy, and presently a few small inches away from Bobby's crotch.

Since there was no need for modesty among young, straight men, the four of them had bathed together in the nude, splashing each other with water and making cracks about dick size. In reality none of them had much to be ashamed of, but Nick, Aras and Austin were all taken aback by Bobby's fat anaconda, 5 inches flaccid and probably much, much bigger when hard. The glint in Bobby's brown eyes almost dared them to test their theory, to get him hard, to worship his own personal immunity idol, but none of them swallowed the bait, so to speak.

Bobby still remembered the slack jaws of those 3 white boys...Aras most of all. Aras had such an innocent face but Bobby just knew he'd smoked some pole. You could just tell, some of these guys who try so hard to fit in with the macho studs, who seem to be in awe.

Bobby felt like the odd one out on his tribe. He knew if they lost an immunity challenge, he would be voted out. He also knew he couldn't do much to change his fate. So he decided to just go with whatever the fuck he wanted. And what he wanted was a piece of that hot Ar-Ass.

Austin

Aras was asleep when he felt the strange sort of tickling sensation sliding down his back. He thought it was a bug. Only when two very large, very insistent hands crudely squeezed and pinched his bubble butt did he realize the creature was human in origin. Aras didn't want to wake anyone else up, so he tried to shift. Then a large black hand slid around his waist - and slid firmly onto the base of Aras' cock - and held him in place. Aras just shook his head in disbelief, and tried to whisper his dissent. Back home in California he had no problem sharing himself with both genders, but out here, on national TV, with all these big macho studs who would get rid of anyone they saw as a "fag"...hell no. But just as he opened his mouth to register disapproval, he felt a large tongue shove itself straight up his mahole, and all his grievance quickly became a groan of pure pleasure.

The noise was loud enough to wake up Austin, who turned and saw Aras' shorts pulled down, a large hand stroking the meditation guru's meat into 7 inches of leaking hardness. The other black hand toyed with Aras' small nipples. Aras could only moan and whimper and stare at Austin with a combination of shame and need.

Austin wasn't sure what to say. His beliefs told him that homosexuality was wrong. But his dick - presently poking through his red shorts and as thick around as a baby's arm - told him otherwise. Aras, his body convulsing due to the unbelievable rim job from Bobby, realized the best way to keep Austin from using this against him was to involve Austin. So Bobby's bad deed quickly devolved into a threeway, with Aras yanking Austin's shorts down his muscled thighs and licking his pouty lips as the girth slapped square against Austin's belly.

Aras reached out to skim his thumb around Austin's mushroom-shaped crown. Austin bit down on his lower lip, wanting to push Aras away, yet never feeling hotter in his whole life.

Aras squeezed down hard on Austin's scepter as he felt Bobby line that monster cock up to his hole. With some pre-cum worked into Bobby's shaft, he began to ease his weapon inside his teammate's pert buns. Unsurprisingly to Bobby, Aras wasn't that tight a fit, and slowly but surely, he got over half of his flesh cannon inside that warm, inviting anus. Ebony inside the deepest ivory.

Aras leaned into Austin's barrel chest, screaming his pain and bliss at the rough fuck of his man-mountain of a teammate. Austin just sat back, in a daze, while Aras licked his nipples and stroked his tumescent penis. Austin didn't even go near Aras' cock - Bobby did the hand job. Austin was so confused by the whole experience, he only began to stir when he felt another set of lips on his body. These on his neck.

He turned his head to find himself caught in a stubbled, white hot, man-on-man kiss. Austin found himself enjoying the kiss with Nick. Nick was such a great guy. Austin felt so close to him, even in the short time they knew each other. He couldn't see himself with another man, but kissing Nick, feeling Nick's hands carressing his body, Nick's shaft sliding up and down his bare back and ass, just felt right.

Nick had been with one or two guys in college but had left those days behind in his attempts to set goals in life. Out here on the island, anything could happen, and nobody would ever know. Nick threw caution to the wind and dove down onto Austin's wide wand, and stuck his knees between Austin's ears, slapping Austin's face with his hard 6 inches until Austin began to lick and kiss the tender vein running down Nick's shaft.

Nick's balls settled into Austin's mouth, and Austin licked and suckled at the sweat of them. Nick leaned over to cup Aras' low-hangers as they smacked against those lean thighs with each violent thrust from Bobby. Nick had never seen a man quite so beautiful as Aras in that moment of utter submission to Bobby. His eyes were full of fire and frenzy. Nick leaned over to kiss Aras, a gentle kiss as Nick nibbled on Aras' lush lower lip.

They had to reach an end at some point, and they did. Bobby came first, sinking his teeth into Aras' soft, pale neck. Aras was next, exploding his pent-up seed into Nick's callused hand.

Nick abruptly pulled out of Austin's mouth and whispered an idea into Austin's ear. Austin smirked and as they kissed, he complied. The two of them surrounded Aras' baby face, so innocent and pure, and unloaded seeming gallons of cum on his unblemished features. His eyes, nose and mouth dripped of cum.

Bobby laughed and slapped his spent snake against Aras' cheeks (both sets), the facial set of cheeks adding his last few drops of cum to Austin's and Nick's collection.

The three men then fed Aras their loads, ending with Nick saving sticking each and every one of his fingers in Aras' mouth, feeding Aras the semen he had spurted into Nick's hand.

There were no loving kisses or pillow talk. The next day, the men would swear none of this had ever happened. It was just an outpouring of lust and anxiety and insanity. But deep down, they knew they had crossed a line, and secretly wondered how this might affect them as they continued in the game.