The Saint Bernard Boys - The Party: Part 1

Here is the beginning of what was always meant to be the "finale". Enjoy! 

 

 

Mikey's party finally arrived! Jordan's reminded each of the 7 boys to come by in their Sunday's best! Well, he didn't actually specify a dress code at any point, but it went without saying that he wanted everyone to look their sexy selves. And all 7 sexy boys showed up, and all 9 of everyone were in Mikey's place, and everyone was ready for some fun. 

We start off with Cody showing up on his own accord. The sexy teenager was wearing a blue dress shirt, with white stripes. He got this at American Eagle when he and a few of the boys went shopping some time ago. It fit him exactly how he'd like it to and Cody was happy to be wearing it at the party. He was wearing some tight fitting jeans that hugged him tightly. You could see the large bulge in his jeans quite well, and Cody hoped it would please the birthday boy. 

"Cody! Oh my god it's great to see you!" Mikey said, as he opened his door. He moved in to hug Cody, and Cody returned the favor, hugging Mikey who was wearing a black tee and sweats. 

"It's awesome to see you too! Happy birthday dude, I got you something." Cody said, giving Mikey a small red bag. 

"Oh my god Cody, you didn't have to." Mikey said excitedly taking the bag. It took him a lot of restraint to not look in it right then and there. "I thought Jordan told you guys not to get me anything..."

"He did... but I had to get you something nice. It's your birthday haha."

"No, no one else did..." Mikey looked over Cody and his eyes fell on Cody's bulge in his jeans and smiled. "Plus, that's already a gift enough..." Mikey said, looking at Cody's bulge. Cody looked down and chuckled. 

"Yeah, well I wanted to make today special for you." Cody said with a big heart and smile. 

"You're too sweet Cody, honestly. Thanks a bunch." Mikey said, wrapping his arm around Cody again. "I'll bring this to my room, I'll be right back. Acclimate yourself!" Mikey said as he turned to bring the bag to his room. Cody walked in and saw there were quite a few here already. 

Jordan was here, obviously. He was wearing a sleeveless white tee shirt and just sweats. Which was much less then everyone else was wearing to this point. Jordan turned to Cody and smiled. 

"Cody! Hey dude, what's up! Glad you could make it." Jordan's hair was looking great, stylish and pink. 

"Of course, I'm excited!" Cody said, bubbling with energy. He saw Nick standing against the wall and walked up to him. He was wearing an orange polo and a nice yellow pair of shorts. He got these at American Eagle too, when he went with Cody, Paul and Jordan.

"Hey Paul, what's up." Cody said, hand on Nick's shoulder. Cody got the two twins confused. Nick turned his head with a raised eyebrow. 

"It's Nick, haha."

"Oh." Cody said, embarrassed. "Uh, hey Nick. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it dude, happens all the time. How you doing Cody?" Nick asked. 

"Good, good. Happy to be here. Sure beats getting yelled at by my mom at home, that's for sure."

The Saint Bernard Boys - Soccer Game: Part 2

Part 1

 

Paul and Sven were walking to the Soccer locker room. The two didn't say much on the way, but they didn't need to. There was nothing to communicate. Both knew they wanted to make Lucas pay for doing that to Cody. No one does that to Cody. Except maybe Cody's family, but that's a grey area. 

The two reached the locker room and Sven stepped in first. All of the soccer team was talking among each other, in their gold striped blue uniform. Laughing, joking. Stretching. Getting in the mood for a game that's coming soon. Sven found Lucas in the corner. The Hazel eyed Hispanic looked confident in the corner, his shirt off for the time being for whatever reason. His slim body looking more than fine, with a bit of hair. Not much hair, but enough to make him look like a man. Sven slammed his fist against a locker, startling everyone and turning their head to Sven.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen. First off, good luck on your game tonight. You best give them the patented Buffalo Stampede, am I right?"

The locker room erupted in woo's and hollers. Loud noises. Paul found Lucas in the corner, who looks like he's just seen a ghost. Paul glared at him and didn't take his eyes off Lucas the entire time.

"That's what I like to hear!" Sven said with passion. "Now, I know you guys are getting ready for the game. But I need a favor from you guys. Everyone... get the fuck out, please."

The locker room was quiet. They all stared at Sven. Sven smiled and walked up.

"Now, I know you guys aren't all scholars. But I know you guys aren't dumb. I said... GET... THE FUCK OUT!" Sven erupted as he hit the locker again. The soccer team is familiar with Sven and have heard many stories about his temper. None of them wanted anything to do with it and all started piling out. Paul's eyes followed Lucas who quickly put his shirt on and tried to blend in with everyone else. Everyone walked out, past Paul and Sven who were by the only entrance. When Lucas tried to get past them, Paul grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the side.

"Not you Lucas." He spat at him, holding onto his collar, keeping his eye on him. Lucas looked down, breathing slowly and heavily. He knows he's in for some shit. Sven watched as everyone left the locker room. As the last piled out, Sven looked to make sure no one was sticking around. After a quick look around, he stood in front of Lucas. He didn't say much, and just watched as Lucas stood there, slouched. Looking and feeling small. He wasn't able to stand completely still.

"Hello Lucas."

"H-h-ello S-Sven." Lucas stuttered, looking down.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Stuttering Steve." Sven spat, standing uncomfortably close to Lucas. Lucas looked up at the towering Scandinavian. Both Sven and Paul were taller and stronger then Lucas, and it wasn't very hard to detect.

"S-sorry."

"That's better. Now... come here." Sven said, as he grabbed Lucas by the neck and dragged him to the opposite corner and threw him against the lockers.

Sven smiled at Lucas in a cold, calculating manner. Lucas stared at both of them, waiting for something to happen. All the meanwhile, he felt like his stomach was knotting itself.

After some uncomfortable silence...

"Take off your cleats please." Sven said, very calmly, which only made Lucas feel more uncomfortable. Lucas quickly raised his leg and undid his cleat on one foot, and threw it to the floor, then did the same with the other cleat.

"Thank you. Now pick them up and give them to me."

Lucas bent down and picked up his cleats and extended his arms, handing his cleats to Sven. Sven took them without a care and investigated them.

"Nice pair. Metal cleats too. These must really hurt, don't you think Paul?"

Paul nodded. "Yeah. I'd imagine they hurt... quite a lot..."

"For sure. Imagine these sharp edges digging into your skin." Sven said as he banged them together, making a clud. "These are meant for digging into dirt and mud, making it easy to run in otherwise strenuous environments. Now imagine these edges digging into skin and flesh like it were dirt. Twisting, mangling, cutting and shredding the skin. That must really hurt, don't you think Lucas?"

Lucas nodded, shaking. He looked utterly terrified.

Saint Bernard Boys - Gym: Part 2

Part One 

 

Soon everyone was standing and ready to go. Everyone's balls were hurting, so everyone was on the same level. Jordan and Liam vs Justin and Nate in a game of hoops.

"First to 10?" Justin asked.

"First to 10." Liam replied.

And so, it was first to 10. The 4 boys all got into it, and actually played fairly. Both teams wanted to win, as both teams really didn't want to lose. No one wanted to get busted again after what happened so far. 

It was tied 7-7 when Justin took off his white tee, showing off his hard defined abs and inspiring, hairless body.

"Woohoo! Show it off Justin bay-bay!" Jordan said excitedly.

Liam smirked, and took his shirt off too. Though not as bulky, Liam does not look any worse. Beautiful and hairless, defined and masculine. Jordan was in heaven. He decided to join and and took off his shirt too. Not as strong as Liam and Justin, but he still has much to be proud of. He cares about his appearance and the pink haired hottie looks damn great shirtless. 6 pack, great pecs. Decently sized arms. No one should be complaining about Jordan's body.

"Come on Nate. Join the fun." Jordan said, wanting Nate to take his shirt off. Nate shrugged and put the basketball on the floor. He decided to join in too. A six pack, but much slimmer than the other 3. He's the only one of the 3 who didn't shave completely either, as he had some hair going down towards his manhood over his strong upper body.

"I like it Nate. Looking like a man."

"And you look like a pussy." Nate said, who bent over and picked up the basketball and threw it to Jordan. Jordan and Liam scored last, so they had control of the ball. Jordan dribbled the ball, hunched over. He ran to Nate's left, running past the hairy chested teenager. Jordan and Nate's hair flailed through the air as both ran with intensity, in the name of sportsmanship. Nate tried to smack the ball out of Jordan's hand, but was unable to do so. Jordan ran up closer to the basket, and jumped in the air and shot the ball out at the height of his jump.

The ball would have went in, if it were not for Justin's vertical. Justin ran up to the basket and jumped up in front of the hoop, and smacked the ball back, still in play, but slowly dribbling out of bounds. Nate ran towards the ball and smacked it, getting it into his possession. He turned around to face forward, and moved towards the hoop while dribbling. Jordan was covering him, and Nate moved his back to Jordan, keeping the ball away from him. He feigned to the left, then ran right, tripping Jordan up. Nate ran and threw the ball up to the board, and Justin jumped up and with his 6 foot 3 frame, alley-oop'd the ball with authority.

"YEAAAHHHH!! WOOOO!" Justin yelled, beating his chest, establishing himself as the alpha male. "FUCKING DESTROYED!!" A hyped Justin yelled as he and Nate ran at each other and shared a chest bump.

"Liam, where the fuck were you?!?" Jordan asked his partner.

"Giving these two false hope." Liam responded as Justin got in position for Liam to toss him the ball.

"That was sexy, wasn't it?" Justin said as he caused his pecs to dance. Liam laughed and nodded.

"I'm wet dude." 

Justin's redheaded best friend tossed him the ball. Liam was actually bit wet, but it wasn't in that sense. He was glimmering with sweat. Liam wasn't the only one wet, all 4 boys were wet, and enthusiastic. Justin was dribbling the ball with a smile, looking for an opportunity to run past Liam.

"It's over dude, just let us finish this quickly. I'll go easy on your balls, I swear."

"And throw away the opportunity to crush those gigantic potatoes there?" Liam said, pointing to Justin's crotch. "Not gonna haPPEN!" He said as he quickly ran in and tried to slap the ball away. Justin saw it coming and dazzled with an unexpected pass to himself and ran around Liam. Jordan ran up to Justin and tried to cover him, to make up for his teammates misstep. Justin held the ball in his hand, and twisted his upper body away from Jordan, who was standing with his arms raised in front. Justin bent over, and tried to find a hole in Jordan's defense. He tossed in between Jordan's legs, and Nate ran up and got a hold of the ball. He turned around and steadied himself and went for a shot. The ball circled on the rim, but fell on the wrong side, the ball still in play. Nate ran in trying to catch it, but Liam was there first and took possession. He got in position and went for a shot. This shot went in. 8-8.

Parasite Chapter 2 - Part Four: A Growth and Sync

 Parasite Chapter One: Eyes on the Family

 

 Part One: A Shock and Heart

Part Two: A Dream and Thought 

Part Three: A Struggle and Game 

 

 The time has come and Jay knocked on the door. Jay was wearing slacks and a buttoned t-shirt with a loose, thin blazer. He looked nervous and noticed how over-dressed he was compared to the two boys. 

“I’m really wearing too much.” Jay looked down, playing it off with a laugh. But he really did feel embarrassed. Neither of them changed out of their clothes from earlier. 

“We haven’t changed yet, but we should soon.” Eli replied, easing Jay’s worries as Theo walked in from the outside balcony, smiling at Jay. Jay smiled back at him, Theo’s eyes looked over Jay knowingly, and Jay felt himself getting scanned and grew more embarrassed. He knows he looked good, but he worries this might leave a bad impression. He doesn’t want to look like he’s trying too hard. 

“Plus, yesterday there were some girls who were dressed way too much. You don’t look like that at all, but you look good though. You been to any of these before, as a servant or anything?” Eli asked.

Jay smirked and shifted as his cheeks got a little red and his body got smaller, taking a seat on the couch.

“No, I don’t usually help them out. This is the first time really…” 

“Sorry for bringing it up, I shouldn’t have-”

“Nah it’s cool bro, really. Being a worker like this is cool. Means I get to meet cool guys, haha.” Jay returned, reorienting himself and excited to restart this conversation. 

“Yeah, totally! These cruises are always pretty cool to meet people, because we’re all here to have fun. Theo here is tired of them, but a vacation is a vacation, you know!” Eli laughed and Jay returned it excitedly. 

Theo noticed Jay’s eyes following and inviting Eli to continue, his body shifting and shoulders leaning closer to Eli and spreading his legs, strong legs stretching his slacks against his shape and Theo smiled, knowing he hit the nail right on the head. 

Theo smiled and took a seat next to Jay, accepting confidence as he pushed into the conversation. He smiled brightly and raised his chin up and tilted his head as he spoke.

“Yeah, a vacation is a vacation. What do you like to do in your free time, Jay?” 

The Boy Wonder Part Five: Don't Keep Dreaming

Part One: Captain Karate 

Part Two: The Origin Story 

Part Three: Juvenile Delinquent 

Part Four: Family Matters 

 

Martin and Easton were sitting in the living room, doing nothing, when all of a sudden a man walked in and sat down next to them. Martin looked him over, and saw that the man looked very familiar. There was something about him, but Martin couldn’t figure out what it was.

Then, Easton spoke up.

 

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

 

The man turned to Easton and spoke with cold disgust. 

 

“I want to be here! Why are you here!?”

 

“Because my cousin needs me!”

 

“No he don’t! Nothing can save him, he’s a lost cause.”

 

“I don’t think so.”

 

“Yeah, whatever. You’re just a kid, you’re too young to understand.” The man spat, as he opened a bottle of beer and began to chug. Then the man lowered the beer, swayed the liquid around in his mouth, then spit it at Martin.

 

Martin shot up in steady shock and looked down over him, seeing his tight white underwear drenched and stained with the cold beer. Martin covered up, shy that everyone could see his shame.  

 

“Oh what, you’re scared about your little kid dick? Come back when you’ve grown a pair!” The man spat again.

Martin then recognized the man as the Villain from earlier. He felt himself grow sick and he wanted to go elsewhere.

 

“Yeah, you better run kid! Go cry to your mommy, why don’t ya!”

 

“No, Martin! You should stay here and fight him with me.” Easton said.

 

“Why?” Martin asked meekly. He couldn’t even believe he let those words out.

 

A True Encounter: Found Story

Hello! I told you guys I'd be posting more haha. If you haven't seen the previous Eric and Adam stories, please read them! They're really great, fresh and there will be more with them later in the year! 

 

Anyways, I was on Pixiv, a mostly eastern/Japanese website with a lot of fan art and decent busting images. And I realized I could look for stories, though they were almost entirely in Japanese. So, I decided to translate a story that I found that sounded promising off the limited translating I did for the "blurb" at the start. And as it turns out, something about this story just stuck with me and I needed to do something with it (I didn't get to read the whole story either, so I don't know how it really ends)

 

The translation was a bit... choppy, so I fixed it up as I saw fit. Changed something, leaned into others. I took some liberties with this, but this is a terrible story.

 WARNING: This is messed up. Probably the most messed up story on here. I don't think I'll be working with anything like this again, and I do no condone anything written below. PERMANENT DAMAGE AHEAD

 

Original link here (you need to make an account to view it):

 

A park at dusk. 

 

I used duct tape to secure the legs of the stray cat I had lured in with Actinidia and placed it on the ground. I watched, curiously as the cat struggled in pain on the ground. 

 

Did you know that if you burn cat's fur with a lighter, it would create a sulfur aroma? There's a lot you can learn when experimenting, and of course a lot to gain. My mouth loosened at the sound of the cat's whining, it's tinged fur  casting a familiar odor for me to inhale. These moments made me feel kind of high. The process too. Burning the materials and ingesting as much of the effects as possible. But this was more active. It was more like conducting an improvisation orchestra, in command and bringing everything to new heights. You follow the intrinsic wave of sounds, you learn how to read the sheet music. You listen to the energy around you and realize how to use the tools at your disposal. 

 

Just as I was about to stick the needle into the cat’s body I heard a sudden and loud yell. It was strong and deep, causing me to jump and look up, pulling me from my enchantment. My eyes opened wide, pulled back in realization that I may no longer be the predator here. 

 

A young man stood over me in the uniform of the local high school. 

 

I was stunned. The high school student ripped off the duct tape that had been wrapped around the cat's leg and let the cat escape before I could use the needle. . 

 

"What the fuck is the matter with you! Humans who abuse animals are the worst kind of scum! You're human trash! Fuck you!"

 

The kid spat his words and stood in front of me, taking on my full attention. I was no longer scared, but I couldn't react either. I haven't seen a look like that in years. He hated me. 

(Fan-fic) Invincible: The Sands, The Wingmen

Hey guys! New Story and it's a fan fiction of Invincible! I wrote this earlier in the week after watching the newest episode and decided to post it before the next episode drops very soon; I couldn't wait and I wanted to get this out there in celebration and more. I hope you guys enjoy :)

SPOILER ALERT FOR EPISODE 1, SEASON 2 OF INVINCIBLE 

“I’m telling you, Mark. The Beach is the best place to be when you’re trying to forget about things and just have a good time!”

Mark Grayson smiled as he laid back on his thick, wet towel laid gracefully on the beautiful beach. The long, beautiful horizon ahead of him as the sun was pressing down on him and all from above. Beaming down, warming and bringing sweat upon his taut, white skin and sharp, handsome face. His strong human body, built like a healthy young man from up to and below his short and thin bathing shorts. And of course, between as well, which lay appetizingly soaked and tight against his healthy and viral curves. Mark Grayson laid back with his eyes closed, and lathered.

“No matter if you’re Gay or Straight, there’s something to love everywhere. Especially this time of year… a warm, clear weekend and everyone wants to have a good time. Sigh…” William Clockwell mused as he looked around, sitting up on his towel and smiling at all the hot boys around. He turned to his friend Mark, and looked over Mark’s body, eyeing the slab of tender meat under the blistering warmth of the beach. William's eyes hung over Mark for longer than he realized, daydreaming before he shook his head and laid back against his own towel.

 

“Ahhhh…” William let out, satisfied as he pressed his hands down by his lap. He pondered for a minute before continuing.

 

Snowglobe: Part 3 - Stains from the Tree

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples form a Cope

 

Hunter waited patiently for Sam to get back, heard the window getting pulled up again and shook gently in bed; like a trained puppy hearing the door open. Hunter waited for Sam to take his clothes off and get into bed. Watching and waiting for Sam to get in, Hunter leaned his foot towards Sam’s and felt his cold skin. 

 

Sam turned at the feeling, putting his chest towards Hunter’s forehead and sighing. He moved his hand to Hunter’s head, rubbed his hair softly and rhythmically, but also clearly tired.  

 

Hunter didn’t say anything, lying there quietly as his brother comfortably rubbed his head. Hunter closed his eyes and drifted soothly, his brother’s warmth next to him along with the nicest head rub ever. 

 

After a few minutes, Hunter could tell that Sam was drifting to sleep. Hunter moved his leg up more into Sam’s, pressing leg to leg and adjusting his head. 

 

“So, how was it?”

 

“Mmm…” Sam moaned. 

 

“How was it? What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked, wide awake. 

 

Sam groaned and sighed, stretching his arm out and turning his body to get more extension. 

 

“Mmm… it went fine…” Sam interrupted himself with a yawn and scratched his own head. 

 

“What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked again. 

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples Form a Cope

 Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for Part 2. Had some things to sort out and so forth. But here it is! 

And I've decided to collaborate with a very talented and patient artist for these next 2 parts! His name is TerrorToxico and here is his deviantart page.  I would like to take this opportunity to thank him for his work, understanding and consistently being awesome. I love what we've done and I really hope you guys appreciate it too :)

 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

 

 

 

Sam started to rouse, shaking softly and moaning as he started to come to. The pain of his Krampus induced condition hasn’t left and is sickening, burning his vision and stomach. But it's less intense than it was earlier, before he passed out. Now he could gently stir himself. It brought him back into this world and he tried to bring his hands down to cradle his aching balls… but he couldn’t pull his hands down. 

 

Sam looked up, his eyes straining against the lights above him. But as he adjusted he saw it. His hands were bound by chains attached from above. He shook his hands and they were stuck in place, bound by something beyond Sam’s control. He shook and fought, groaning as he tried to lift his legs. But it strained his stomach and the pain crippled him; the young wrestler crying out, whimpering as his head fell down, dark blonde hair a wet mop on his head.

 

“My baaalllls, fuucck… uhhnnn…” Sam whined, looking up. In front, he sees the Krampus and screams out, shocked by the terror smiling back at him. 

 

“Jesus! Fuck, fuck you!” 

 

The next moment, Sam’s tight, revealing underwear were pulled down to his knees and his heavy, swollen balls were accosted and strangled by Krampus’ large, leathery hand. Sam’s eyes opened full, his mouth wide in an 0 over his teeth and body clenched in response. Suddenly, every single thing he’s experienced tonight has come back to him, and it drained him all over again.

 

“Uhhhhaaaa…noooo, noo moooree…” 

 

Camp Hardwood Day 14: This Is It

This Day 3 years ago, I posted the first part of this story. And FINALLY, here is the last day. Enjoy! 

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We woke up and it was the last day of camp. I was holding onto Cameron, he was the little spoon. I pushed my head onto his, and felt him rub into me a little bit more. It was very comfortable, and I suddenly felt worried that I wasn't going to be able to wake up with Cameron in my arms again. I held him tighter, and he let me hold him. No made us get out of bed after awhile. 

Cameron was the one who pushed us out of bed. 

"Everything alright, Cevin?" He asked softly, after turning around and putting his hand on my cheek. 

"Yeah..."

"You sure?"

"It's just... today's the last day."

"Yeah. It is."

Camp Hardwood Day 11: Two Headed Boy

READ THIS DAY FIRST! DAY TWELVE FOLLOWS AFTER THIS ONE!

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Day 11 of 14. I woke up, and things felt different, but the same. The first thing I did was look over at Aaron, and saw him stirring. He saw me at around the same time, and a tired smile grew on his face as he stretched. It was really cute. It made me get up and waddle my way over to him. I was tired, but not in much pain. It didn't matter much at the time. 

"Hello, handsome." Aaron said in a tired voice. 

"Hey, hey... " I groaned and yawned, as I sat on his bed. Aaron was sat up, his knees pushing up through the blanket. I looked and put my hand on his leg, rubbing and pulling on it. Aaron let the leg I held go, letting it lie down on the bed, and I naturally let myself lie down on it and I rested my head a bit below his thigh. I was careful not to be too close to his crotch, I know it was probably a bit of a sore spot. 

I closed my eyes, rested and felt his hand rubbing my head. I really had no intentions to get up anymore. His legs a bit bony, but I felt comfortable there. I wanted to lie there forever. 

Camp Hardwood Day 12: Where the Seeds Are

Did you read Day Eleven yet? Make sure you read Day Eleven first!

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I woke up next to Cameron, feeling a different way. Better better than normal, surprisingly, but not straight joy. I felt important. Right. Confident. It was weird.

When I opened my eyes, I just stared at Cameron as he was lying next to me with his head curled in. He looked so delicate, and I wanted to protect him. I could feel his body heat under the blanket next to me, and I felt him shake a bit closer. He stirred a bit, and looked up. 

Into the Caverns Part Four: Miraculous Restoration

Hey Guys! So, last part of this storyline here. I expect to be a bit more active here, because I won't be going out much. BUT, I still have a lot to work on. So, except me to be reasonable. 

Speaking of reasonable, I feel obligated to ask everyone, to stay level headed and reasonable in these trying times. You don't need to overstock yourselves up. At least not yet. I know not everyone is doing this, but if you are, I ask you to please stop and be think it through. Be reasonable and leave something for your fellow citizens as well. I'm working at a supermarket right now, and it's absurd how chaotic it is. And if not for them, for the workers themselves. Panic-buying puts a strain on everyone else, and it's not that bad right now. I know and understand the worry, but don't panic. We'll all get through this together, just be safe and smart. And most importantly, kind. No one's feeling comfortable now, so we need to do our best to be understanding and helpful. In times like these, we need to help each other and lend a hand, whenever we can. These are the moments that matter. 

/Rant Over

Now, in regards to what's coming next. I WILL publish the next TWO parts of Camp Hardwood together, whenever I publish them (soon. I promise you.), and then after that, I'll probably introduce a new story-line, and then figure it out after that. I'm still working on the ending of the Camp, and it's taking awhile, because the last day is very long and there's a lot I want to do. I'm working at it, and it's coming. Everything else is mostly settled in, I just have to work on the last day, and I didn't want to publish anything more until I finished that. But, things have changed, and I want to give you guys something to pull you along. This isn't a dead blog. 

So, end of update. I hope you guys are all okay and feeling reasonable. Stay healthy and aware. And kind. 

Enjoy yourselves ;)

Part One: Cedric and Thomas

Part Two: Abysmal Voyage into the Deep

Part Three: Juicing the Magic Makers

Pride and Pity

EDIT: Title changed due to my lack of culture. Originally, "The Humbler". Any likeness is unintended , and purely accidental .

Hey guys! New story, while I put off finishing Camp Hardwood. I honestly shouldn't of even written this, but I did and I think I'm glad I did. Some of you might enjoy it. 

Chris knocked on the door to his mother’s room and saw her finishing up an e-mail she probably had to write to her clients. Chris didn’t pay it any mind as she closed her laptop and looked up at her oldest son before  heading to her youngest, and only daughter’s room for homework help.

“Mom, I need the car tonight.” Chris pleaded with his honey brown eyes.

Mom sighed as her eyes rolled in exaggeration. She didn't really want to consider if her oldest son should have the only car tonight, to do God knows what.

“I don’t know, Chris. It’s a school day and-”

“Mom please, it’s really important and-”

“It’s a school day Chris, and you aren’t doing great in your classes you know!” She said, remembering his last report card. Nothing was failing, but she knows he could do better.

“I know, but one night isn’t going to change anything and-”

“And nothing, you should start being responsible and put your classes first!”

Chris groaned and shook his short cut head in disappointment. He doesn’t understand why his Mother can be so unreasonable about things. Why can’t she just let things go? Trust him for once, he’s basically an adult. 

Camp Hardwood Day 8: Jeopardy

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I woke up first and I saw Cameron in his bed. He was sleeping when I walked in last night. If he wasn't, he didn't let on any differently, thankfully. I got ready without looking at him, and he didn't try to get my attention.  

Breakfast was awkward, I didn't talk to anyone or pay much attention. I felt disconnected. I felt like shit, and like an idiot, and I was angry. And just generally 'why did I come to this stupid camp?'

After breakfast, it was time for our next activity. It was Jeopardy. You know, that game show? Random as shit, but whatever. It was Boys vs. Girls, and the winning team gets to pick tomorrow's activity. Happy happy. Joy. Joy.

Camp Hardwood Day 4: Group Balls

Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans! A great day for America, and thus, for the rest of the world!

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Day Three

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So, the next day came, and we woke up as normal. I woke up feeling a bit... embarrassed, I think. I didn't want to look at Cameron, or see him, or anyone for that matter, and I really didn't want anyone to look at me. I quickly got myself together, putting on a comfortable pair of jeans and a white tee. Without saying anything to anyone, I walked and waited in the communal area. Slowly, everyone piled in, and Diego waited for the full 8 of us. Cameron and Aaron were talking, then Monica came in and sat next to them. 

Diego told us that it's our day, we do whatever we want, chill with whoever. Just try to be back before dinner. I looked around, and I saw everyone pick out their groups. Tim and Diane were talking to Diego, the Twins joined them shortly afterwards. Aaron, Cameron and Monica were laughing, and seemed to settle with each other. So, just like school, I was the only one without a group. 

Everyone started piling out, but Cameron saw me by myself before the 3 of them left. He motioned to them that he'll be right out. They nodded, Monica and me making eye contact. She then said something to Cameron, but Cameron shoo'd her away. 

Cameron walked, trying to look like he wasn't walking towards me, rubbing his messy red hair. Lifting his red t-shirt slightly, showing off just a tad bit of skin above his grey sweats. I sat there, feeling unsure, but stuck in place. He looked at me looking at him, then I naturally attached to his green eyes. 

Stevie Wondered and Yearned: A Brotherly Learning Experience

Ever since Paul came over, Stevie’s changed. He began to think twice before busting Cody, which was never the case before. Whenever Stevie's been bored, or looking for a pick-me up, he always knew he could go to Cody...'s balls. 

Stevie loved busting his brother's balls. The way they felt under his bare feet, inside and around his small bony hands. The funny faces and weird noises Cody would make. All of it came together to help Stevie feel awesome, no matter what. 

But one thing never really clicked with Stevie when it came to busting Cody's balls. He just never understood how it affected Cody. The first time he ever really understood how Cody feels when his fun bags get mangled, was when Paul was over and Cody pleaded with him. 

"...Stevie please. I'm your brother. Why are you hurting me so bad?"

Those words echoed in Stevie's young mind for weeks. He hadn't busted his big brother Cody once since that day. 

Over Stevie's 13 years alongside his older brother, Stevie never felt bad seeing Cody get busted, or even busting him himself, which only really began relatively recently. His young, inexperienced mind never gave the act more thought other than it's fun. He always saw his Mom and Dad bust Cody. And if Mom and Dad always did it... then it can't be that bad, right? He never thought it really hurt Cody too much, especially since Stevie himself has never been busted. He doesn't know how it feels. Stevie doesn't know a lot of things. 

Stevie also doesn't know what's going on with himself, at the moment. He's 13, and 13 year old boys have a tendency to change a lot. He's been much hungrier, his clothes are getting tighter on him. He's growing hair in places he's never had it before. His body is changing, and he's starting to feel differently too. He's been looking at the boys and girls in his class differently. He's been thinking about them more, and in different ways then he has before, which is strange to him. Stevie's also really taken a liking to this one girl in his class.

Stevie's also noticed he's been more moody too. And what Stevie used to do when he's felt upset, is bust Cody. But he doesn't want to anymore, the idea makes him feel ugly. And whenever he wants to feel better and Cody comes to mind, it just makes him feel worse because it reminds him of everything he did before to his sweet older brother. 

Stevie is going through a lot and doesn't know how to deal with any of it. He's frustrated, and feels alone. 

Cody's realized that his brother changing. He's noticed his brother's voice has gotten deeper. It's hard to tell since he lives with him everyday, but when he heard Stevie yell from another room, he realized he didn't have any idea who it was at first. 

Cody's noticed Stevie's getting closer to his own height, and Cody's felt that his brother's been in a worse mood. This would normally worry Cody, as that would mean that his balls are in grave danger. But Stevie hasn't busted him since that day Paul stopped by. In an odd manner, the lack of nut shots has worried Cody. He's starting to feel like there's something wrong with his little brother.