Creeping Dawn: The Rise of the Black Centipede

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There were boys in here. Human boys. All around his age or younger, these were the tributes sent in years past to become Ogre Jellies and Leo blinked as he thought he recognized a few faces. But while he may have once called them compatriots, they were now quite different from the little boys they had been. Boysenberry is a pretty normal town...as long as you live there and don't think boys being used as sex objects is weird.

This year I’ll be growing petunias from the sides of my baskets, but I’ll be experimenting with another plant on the top. So,” I began, “I think I want to start with the oldest and work my way to the youngest. Daniel, aren’t you older than David?” I’m tired. I’m really tired. I’m also confused and ashamed and horny. Last night was Halloween and I discovered that the world was not what I thought it was. I learned that horror is just around the corner. I learned that ghosts are real. I learned that my nine-year-old son squeals like a girl when he cums. Seven-year-old Leo was beginning to think he may have acted a bit hastily as the imposing walls closed around him and mage-light from the summoning portal disappeared with the daylight. The fortress entrance was sloping downward, the boy could tell, and he figured it would only be a matter of seconds before he and his escort were far underground. Would he ever see daylight again, he wondered? Would he even see the following dawn? Not the sounds of pain, Leo realized. Instead, they sounded like the neighbor boy when he was pleasuring himself at night. Leo's room and the boy's room looked on to one another and, in the deep night, Leo could often sneak to his window and watch under the cover of darkness as the other boy, quite a few years older that he, used his hand to stroke and tease his member until he gasped and squeaked in pleasure. Leo knew it was pleasure because the boy did it so often and because Leo and his friends had compared notes about what they had seen other older boys and men doing with their tools. He hadn't tried it himself, his interest being more geared toward knights and heroes play and less on his little worm. But he figured that older boys liked something about their stiffies and he'd get around to answering that mystery eventually.

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Pete, my thirteen year old brother, was about to start eighth grade and the latter half of the summer was filled with him strutting around the house like the soon-to-be big-man-on-campus he thought he was. It was funny, actually, and I teased him about it pretty regularly. Wiltmore Middle School, where I had been big-man-on-campus years earlier, had a pretty close-knit student body in part because there was slightly less than one hundred kids split between the sixth, seventh, and eighth grades and in part because the school was a very respectable private institution flushed with well-to-do families. Cheyenne was not a huge town by any stretch of the imagination and Wiltmore was generally well regarded within the community for it’s academic prowess.

Daniel,” he responded as the three boys walked over and we shook hands. The two others were now within touching distance and I didn’t even bother to say anything, reaching out fast and touching each on the leg. Then the four of us smiled at each other and the three boys began to strip. First, the ogre was about to impale Leo with his massive tool and that though frightened, and aroused, the boy immensely. Would it really fit? Would it hurt? Would he cry in pain or, maybe, moan as he gasmed? The temper tantrum he had thrown only a few hours earlier had been epic. He'd screamed and threatened and begged but his parents refused to let him attend the midsummer jousting tournament because, in their opinion, he was going to grow up to be a tavern-keeper like them and there was no use thinking above his station. In a desperate bid, Leo remembered telling them that maybe he was going to choose not to grow up at all. Maybe he would choose to volunteer to be an Ogre Jelly and be done with it! To tell the truth, I have no idea how long I sat there in the silence and the darkness. A second? A minute? A year? No way to know. What I do know is that, at some point, the red light began to grow once more and I heard the low rumble of sound begin to fill my ears. Only, the sights and sounds around me were... wrong.

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This was some sort of tribal people, native American or east Asian or something, and there were at least twenty of them. Men. Women. Children. It was night time and the majority were going through their nightly rituals, cleaning the camp and attending the fire and dealing with the cooking. Some were talking. Red light filled the clearing but none seemed to notice. Nearby, though, were two clothed men staring off into space. Next to each was a nude boy, panting and groaning while ghostly hands masturbated the lads closer and closer to orgasm. Liam had few friends. In part because he was pretty physically immature for his age and in part because he had overbearing parents, the boy found it difficult to connect with his peers. Other boy’s his age also tended to stay away from him because he had achieved some professional success and said success was rather intimidating. Being homeschooled didn’t help.

When they returned, I was no longer in Theo’s room. I wasn’t in the cave, either. Instead, I was in a forest clearing next to several large tents. Made of some sort of animal hide, they reminded me of the teepees I’d seen in historical programs and this suggestion of pre-history was confirmed a moment later as I glanced around the fire. Perfect for baskets where their long trails can reach 50cm, petunias produce masses of bold, bright blooms all through the summer. You see, I had had an epiphany that day in the airport. A profound change to my worldview which, perhaps more than anything else, nudged my life onto it’s current path. My anger and fear and anxiety had nothing to do with my grandfather nor with the outbound flight. It had, instead, to do with my subconscious desire to abandon the road before me. My schooling in chemistry. A job with a pharmaceutical company. My small circle of friends. My confined and narrow dreams.

A Dad and his two sons (ages thirteen and seven) are traveling to their home planet after a nice relaxing vacation. Then they get pulled over... Language: English Words: 38,385 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 14 Kudos: 135 Bookmarks: 47 Hits: 25,519 Cheyenne was within driving distance from Albuquerque and I was excited to get home. I had, after all, just spent several weeks traveling around the country and I was looking forward to relaxing in my childhood home, hanging out with some of my old friends, and generally taking a break. I was also eager to see my family, especially my kid brothers. There will be a huge focus on gay incest, accidental penetrations, and ridiculous sexual situations. The characters remain the same, but they mostly don’t retain anything from other chapters.

I’m concerned,” I said after a moment, “that if I make you and your brothers have sex with me, that I’m raping you.” Liam, their only child, was sitting in the den playing Drive The Darkness 3, the teen glancing over briefly as his folks and I entered before returning to his game. “Hey man. I’m Mike. Ms. Lotts asked me to bring over some papers for your folks.” So I reached into his mind and set the story for the night. Then I reached out and told his parents to go to bed.Home to a myriad of creatures, some of which are known, some of which are of a more mysterious and unknown nature. These creatures are known to lurk around this part of the world, whether it be the brutish orcs that ravage these lands, raiding and pillaging villages they come across. Or the vicious carnivorous flora that trap unsuspecting prey and slowly consume the still living and breathing creature until it is nothing but mere bones. The lands are nothing short of diverse with how many living beings can be found here. Atlanta. Nashville. St. Louis. Three new hotel rooms, three evenings filled with wandering and thinking. They really, really like young boys Language: English Words: 8,872 Chapters: 6/? Comments: 22 Kudos: 40 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 3,204