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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Day Thirteen

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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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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. 

Good News is Always On it's Way

Sometimes, things don’t always go the way you want them to.

You carry on the monotonous pattern of everyday life. Waking up, readying up, moving, stopping. You go in with exceptions based on your own preconceptions. 

You expect the subway to be filled with people, who just like you, don't really want to be sitting on the smelly, and poorly kept four hundred ton screaming metal contraption piloted by a 'public servant' whose only two goal's appear to be keep their crap job of conducting a subway train, and inconvenience as many people as possible; the later, at which they are an expert in their field. 

Each person on this long, narrow and crowded locomotive go into the day, expecting the day to go a certain way... which means it would go exactly how someone else hoped it would've went for them the last time someone wanted the exact same thing as that person. And they would either be lucky, or they'd be disappointed. Both of which have happened before, and they are just another tally on one side or the other. 

Assuming you're grouped in the same empty blob of humanity as those experiencing life on a malnourished subway, you expect to be one of those who can, and should, be labeled, lucky, of course. 

Realistically, you expect the subway to move forward, stop, rumble, and occasionally break down as you wait for the subway to grow closer to where you expect to be. 

You also expect, unfortunately, for that black lady with a cart to continue to ramble to herself throughout the night whilst, thankfully, refraining from spontaneously comjuring into a piss stained mattress with an odor more rude than the one the homeless man who's, understandably selfishly, takien up 3 seats, is, unfashionably, giving off. 

You expect that the currently stalled subway train would eventually start up again and carry on the identical trek it goes on everyday so you can be where you expect yourself to be. 

You also expect to fail that test you took no more than 3 hours ago because you haven't the faintest of ideas why Sigmund Freud thinks everyone wants to fuck their own Mother. 

With these exceptions, we go into everyday with a sense of determination to accomplish what's asked of us in a way that's adequate enough to be deemed acceptable. We do this, because it's what we're supposed to do, because it's exactly what's been done by the people before us, and will be used as a mold for the people after us to follow. Because that's how society works, and even though everything changes, people never really change. 

Noah is having these particular thoughts on this particular day. 

Put in Their Place Part 2: Nate vs. Himself

A new story, Part 2 following this seductive mistress. Enjoy!

The Hogan household sits in a well off neighborhood where it could shine without standing out. Mister and Misses Hogan have good jobs that allow Carrie and Nate to live luxuriously, without any care or concerns outside of those they give themselves. They have a lovely in-ground swimming pool in their backyard, which rests near a nice large tree, not too close as to block the sun, but close enough that one can leaf gaze, if they so wanted to from the inside of the 6 foot deep, rectangular pit of water the family spent the equivalent of a couple cashier's annual salaries to command Mexicans to dig, plaster and fill. 

Their yard is surrounded by a chain link fence that has a strong resemblance to a prison, standing at an almost awkward height of 10 feet. Mrs. Hogan is quick to tell anyone who'd listen that she did not want a 10 foot tall chain link fence to surround her backyard, and is more hesitant, but far further in animation, to blame the Mexicans she hired for believing that she wanted a 10 foot tall chain link fence. She'd say that they're used to walls of that size, and would easily find a way to use this as a transition into politics, which would be most people's cue to go do something else. 

However, if you were to ask the responsible Mexicans in question their side of the coin, they'd promptly respond with a well rehearsed retort, one that should not surprise anyone to hear, spoken in a thick and clear accent, "Yo no hablo ingles." 

This may of been a cause for the misunderstanding. 

However, despite this 'blunder', Carrie and Nate's parents have given their kids a good life, where the two siblings can do basically whatever it is they want, mostly to themselves, as their parents six figure jobs leave them unable to spend much time at home. Nate finds this preferable, as he enjoys time to himself and being as disconnected as possible, not caring to appear standoffish. In fact, he'd prefer it if he did. 

Put in Their Place Part 1: A Day of Firsts

This is a two parter, with the next one coming pretty soon. Enjoy ;)



Carrie Hogan attends a nearby college and takes pleasure in most of her experiences there. She enjoys her classes, and even likes having some of the boys around as well. Some boys seemed to enjoy having her around even more. 

Her long luscious and wavy brown hair sat on her shoulders behind her beautiful face, full lips, little nose and heavy coca eyes that were easy to stare at and assume that twinkle was directed at you. No matter how easy it was to get lost in her face, it was even easier to get hypnotized by the 2 large melons that swung in her bosom with every swing and the 2 balloons that bounced below her hips, with each step forward. Tall for a girl, her long legs seemed to stretch up into herself for a mile. She was ogled by the boys and envied by the girls. 

"Nate, do you have any tests today?" Carrie asked from the driver seat. She looked to her right and glared at her younger brother who seemed very interested in not acknowledging his sister. 

Carrie shook her head and faced the road. She turned into Saint Bernard High School and dropped Nate off at school. 

"Have a good day Nate!" Carrie said. Nate barely let his sister finish her sentence before he opened the door and left the car. Carrie watched her brother walk into school and she sighed out and drove away. 

"Fucking asshole." Carrie spat aloud. 

A Forgetful and Quick Football Practice

“Is it Nick with a k or an h?” Justin asked. 

“With a K. Only losers spell it with an h.”

"Of course, I shouldn't of even asked." Justin responded. 

"I agree. You're dumber than you look."

Justin frowned. "Come on, that's not true."

Nick responded with a friendly smile. The two handsome lads were running laps together outside. They were both a part of the football team, and both were shirtless, wearing Saint Bernard Sweats, which are just normal sweats but with a Buffalo and a gold and blue S B underneath. 

"Tell yourself that if it makes you feel better." Nick joked. 

"Fuck off..."

"Doesn't matter, anyways. You're pretty enough to be stupid." 

Justin chuckled, nodding his head. "You are right about that." 

A Royal Guide to Decency

I've gone and published a coupleof stories recently, so make sure to read them (Especially this one) first!

Certain but oddly unaware, Paul walked with determination straight on in an area that he’s unable to place. There’s something familiar about it, and it made him feel nostalgic. But if someone asked him where he is, or even why he's there, he wouldn’t be able to respond.

A poorly lit corridor surrounded him, and this poorly lit corridor stretched for quite a distance, much to Paul's displeasure. Paul only looked forward, as if there was no other choice. But at one point, he does realize, he has no idea how this badly lit corridor has any light whatsoever. Paul tried to glance around in hopes of finding the source of the weak lighting, in order to find something to throw his mild discontent at. But for some reason, he couldn't turn his head. It's like his head was fixed in place, and only his eyes were able to move. He wasn't even sure if he was in control of his feet, that were emotionlessly moving in front of the other like they were only following orders.

It was at this point Paul started to wonder what's going on.

Then, before he could find a suitable answer to what should be an easy question, he reached the end of the corridor.

A door stood in front. It was an exceptionally boring door. When Paul put his hand on the bronze doorknob, it sent a chill down his spine. Although boring, it was as unfriendly a door could be while still being indistinguishable. Paul moved his other hand to the middle of the wooden door and was able to recognize that it was a very cold door. Much colder then the corridor had been to this point. It made him hesitant to hold onto it any further, as it gave him a harsh feeling that made it clear that Paul was unwelcomed to keep his meaty teenage hands on it. But, his degenerate hand turned the knob and pushed anyways. Paul wasn't sure if he wanted to, but it was quite obvious to him that his opinion didn't matter.

The door creaked open, and inside was something that should've surprised Paul to see.

  

Grapefruit Claw Part Two: Never Leave Yourself Open

Part 2! Part One can be found here

Stevie ran to his parents room. His father, Jerry, was lying in bed with only a pair of tight blue underwear on. He was scratching his hairy belly and turned his stubbled and still young, but not youthful, face away from the news when he heard someone come in.

"Hey Stevie! What's up little man?" Was said in a fatherly tone and grin. 

In a child-like tone and smile, "I just beat Cody in WWE! It was really fun!"

"Is that what all that screaming was about? It sounded like you had him by the balls haha!!" Laughed Jerry. 

"I did! It was really fun!"

"Haha, awesome son! The ol' fashioned Grapefruit Claw!" Jerry said with pride. "Your old man's special!"

"Cody bet me that if he won, I'd have to clean my room. But if I won, I said we could play another game!"

"I kinda wish Cody won now. That room is a mess, son." Jerry said with a smirk.

Laughing, but not wanting to focus on it, "DAAAD! Shut up.... Help me! I don't know what game I should pick..."

"Hmmm... well, what do you want to do? You wanna break your brother's balls some more?" Jerry asked Stevie.

"Yeah!" Stevie said with lit up innocence.

"Awesome! I know just the game! You should go get your phone, so we can record this! Put it up on YouTube!"

"Yeah! I'll go get that right now!" Stevie yelled as he ran off to his room. Jerry laughed and got up in anticipation as he strolled happily to his oldest's room in his underwear. 

It's Not Gay if it's Your Brother

Merry Christmas! 

Nick was chilling on his back porch with Justin. The two were sitting on lawn chairs, trying to find something on their phone to kill the boredom that was currently eating away at their young, budding minds. The two were wearing basketball shorts, Nick's a nice shade of green that matched his eyes, Justin's a grey pair that looked old, but still fit him as well as you'd hope. Nick had on a bright red shirt, and Justin a comforting blue.

"Hey, bro. D'you know that girl who comes by to Football practice sometimes?" Justin asked, still staring at his phone.

"Uhhh... black girl, short hair... bored face, great ass?" Nick replied without much thought.

"Yeah. You think she has a boyfriend?" Justin asked.

"Maybe. Not that it matters..."

"What do you mean, not that it matters?" Justin asked looking up from his phone.

"I mean... it doesn't really matter. If you like her, go for her."

"But like... if she has a boyfriend-"

"Then you make her want you instead." Nick said looking up. "Girls want to feel special, like they matter. Think of her like a trophy, you gotta win her if you want her." Nick simplified, explaining his perspective.

Justin gave it some thought. "But like..."

"No buts dude, don't be a pussy."

Justin grimaced and shook his head. "I don't know man..."

Just then, the door opened. Paul walked out shirtless, and it an exceptional mood. He was wearing sweats and an excited smile.