Chester,” answered Lyle, shrugging and giving me a look as if I should already know what was going on. “He said he was going to beat me up so me and Pat ran here as fast as we could. He was right behind us.” You’re welcome to stay for dinner Mike,” said the boy’s mother. “We’ll be eating in about an hour.” 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 Of course, most boy scouts aren't actually members of their own volition. Parents usually pay local administrations to take troublesome children away on a 'summer scheme' retreat into the woods to learn about life in Terra, eagerly signing a waiver which states that the administration is not at fault if the boy goes missing or meets with an unfortunate fate in the middle of the woods. Towns may also shove asylum seekers or orphans into the scouts if they're young enough. If they go missing, well, one less mouth to feed. If they survive, then they're a valuable asset to the town. This afternoon? I can't take another one this afternoon Nurse Bradshaw! Please, don't do it again! It was too intense!"

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.” We wrestled and played Marco Polo. We took turns doing goofy dives from the diving board. We swam around and chatted about nothing whatsoever. I learned through the conversation (though I could have learned it from my link but chose not to) that Daniel had a big and obvious crush on Michelle, a girl in his grade, and that all three of his brothers thought it was hilarious to tease him about it. I learned that David, after a bit of prompting (and a bit of mental nudging), liked another female classmate which got his twin brother to squeal with delight as he’d been trying to wriggle that secret out of David for weeks. The two younger boys vehemently denied liking any girls at school, and I believed them. Both were still very much boys.No sooner had the door to the strange room closed than a new door entered and another ogre, this one dressed in robes and feathers, sauntered in. “You volunteer?” his deep voice rumbled as he approached Leo and began examining the boy from top to bottom. The huge ogre’s fingers poked and prodded Leo’s arms, legs, torso, hard little boyhood, and head before the ogre nodded in satisfaction. 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. Well, sir, there are some private neighborhoods just north of the city along the beach. Lots of money there.” he responded. “Can’t get in unless the guard buzzes you through, though.” Because the school had some money, the families could afford to invest in interesting academic opportunities for the student body. One such opportunity, the two week long trip to Washington D.C., happened every three years and was perhaps my fondest memory from my time in middle school. All three grades would go and the whole student body would be accompanied by all the teachers and a large cadre of parent volunteers. The crowd, usually around one hundred fifty strong, would spend two solid weeks in the nation’s capital sight seeing, touring, and making memories. Pete was scheduled to go with the Wiltmore group at the beginning of August and he was more excited that I had ever seen him. Duh!” Zach said. “And Daniel and David are here to help you!” Tyler rolled his eyes dramatically, though he appeared otherwise very interested now that we were getting down to business.

AHHHUGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Theo screamed and I watched as his half-hidden hole rapidly spasmed in time with his boygasm. “NOOOO!!!!!!!” Lobelia produces masses of small purple or blue blooms from June through to September and in my garden, I saw it spread to around 35cm. I think it’s the perfect choice for summer hanging baskets, tubs and troughs where it can spill over the edges. We should do this more often,” Tyler said as his brother David rubbed the bath lotion across his shoulders into a nice lather.No butt stuff though,” I said casually, “and I want you jerking him off when he cums so the boys can see it.”

William Shakespeare, in Hamlet, wrote “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” I’ve done a lot of thinking. I’ve thought and I’ve pondered and I’ve ruminated upon and I’ve queried. I’ve spend years, decades even, asking myself the big questions about life and free will and the nature of my powers. I did so because that night in Lester’s house, so early in my journey, made me question whether my actions were good, bad, or something else. At the time, I craved an answer. To this day, I still do.Ahhhhh. This is a new question. I’m sorry, Mike, but it’s definitely beyond my pay grade. You turning us into drones - the issue of imposing your will on others - freedom of choice - yeah, that’s something I can’t really help you with. If it makes you feel any better, though, I’m infinitely happier right now that I was this morning. Being your drone gives my life purpose and fills a hole I didn’t know existed.”