Featuring:The flight back wasn't too different than the flight over, except the rest of the family has gotten involved... “Where’s my fucking toothbrush?” I yelled as I was looking through the bathroom’s cabinets. Today we were going home after the most amazing, wonderful, sexiest holiday of my life. It almost felt like I had been reborn, with a new lease on life.
“I got it, I got it, Oliver. I already packed it in our wash bag.” Tom told me, coming into the bathroom. He was wearing a pink t-shirt and a pair of white short shorts. “Oh, thanks.” I smiled, giving him a sweet kiss. “Mm, my pleasure.” Tom winked, before we came out of the bathroom. “You can thank me in more ways than just words though.” He smirked, running a hand down my back before squeezing my ass. “Nope, not right now. We gotta leave in like 10 minutes!” Dad told us, coming over with his suitcase. He was wearing a grey tank top that showed off his powerful arms and a pair of black shorts. “Fiiiiine.” Tom pouted. I hurried back to my bedroom, which I had slept in with Ross last night, who was there zipping up his own suitcase. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of mid length, blue shorts. “Looking forward to the flight?” Ross smirked, reminding me of our last one. “Fuck yeah.”
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Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student. Featuring:Harvey thought he'd have to spend Christmas alone, but he couldn't be more wrong. Ambrose and Nick decide to spend the night with him, for his first ever threesome. (Harvey’s POV)
It was Christmas Eve. It was late at night and I couldn’t say I was particularly excited for the big day. It would be my first Christmas without my big brother… Without Tommy. I took my shirt off and my pants and then got into bed, naked. I pulled my duvet up and after a few moments of closing my eyes, I felt movement on my bed. I quickly opened my eyes and turned over to see Nick, in his underwear, laying next to me. “Whoa…” I muttered, shocked and also aroused. But then I looked over to the otherside of the bed, to see Ambrose, also in his underwear lying next to me. “Holy shit…” “We thought you deserved a fun Christmas.” Ambrose smirked, reaching over and running his smooth hand up my body. “Um… Thanks.” I breathed as Nick reached down and placed a hand on my soft cock. “You’ll enjoy this.” He smirked before we connected our lips. Nick’s body pressed against me as slipped his tongue through my lips and began stroking my quickly hardening cock. “Mmmm, that’s my boys.” Ambrose whispered, leaning over and kissing my neck. As I made out with Nick, I wrapped my arms around the two warlocks, holding them close as I felt their hardons press against my thighs. I soon switched mouths, to Ambrose. I softly moaned into his mouth as Nick kissed down my neck and took one of my nipples into his mouth - still stroking my cock under the bedsheets. “W-We’re gonna have to be quiet. My Dad’s in the other room.” I warned them, after breaking my lips off of Ambrose’s. “That’s so cute he thinks he has a choice.” Nick laughed, mischievously, before lifting my arm up and diving into my pit. “Mm-fuck…” I gasped. “Don't worry, Kinkle. We’ve put up a sound barrier around your four walls. You can scream our names as loudly as you want.” Ambrose whispered into my ear, before biting it. “Mmm fuck… That does sound pretty perfect.” I shuddered, as Nick continued to lick at my armpit and now dry humping my leg. Featuring:With Harvey in danger, Sabrina sends Nick to protect him... But he does a little more than that. (Ambrose’s POV)
Luke, for some reason, had taken me out into the middle of the forest in the dead of night… I assumed he wanted to fuck, naturally. Or have a date and then fuck. He was wearing a black jacket, turtleneck and pants. I had my brown leather jacket over a dark green patterned shirt and a pair of black jeans. “We don’t have to tramp out into the woods after midnight just to get kinky.” I chuckled. “Shh! That’s not what this is. I just want to show you my favourite spot.” Luke told me. “I already know your favourite spot, and it’s right between your-“ I said, prodding my finger between his buttcheeks. “Favourite spot for moon-gazing, you ass.” Luke laughed. “Can’t it be for both?” I pouted, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Well… Maybe I can be convinced.” Luke smirked. “I think you can.” I said, before pushing him against a tree. “I think I can, too.” Luke whispered before we kissed. It started off as innocent, but only for a short amount of time before our tongues began attacking one another. Featuring:Felix must fight his inner demons in the form of his friends, whilst on the mission to save his parents in Trigon's dreamscape. Can he do it? I woke up, confused. As my eyes fluttered open, I looked around the room to realise… It was my old childhood bedroom. I quickly jumped out of bed, looking around at the bright yellow walls, the small desk I had and the posters of TV shows I watched as a kid. I looked in my mirror and I was still the same age. I was still 20. I was wearing nothing but a pair of navy pyjama bottoms. I opened my door and went down the stairs to find… My parents. They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. My father, with his dark hair, tall figure wearing a white polo shirt and grey pants. My mother, wearing a pink floral dress and her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Was I dead? Was this heaven?
“Mum? Dad?” I whispered. “Oh, good morning sweetie!” Mum grinned. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Dad added. “What… What’s happening?” I asked, sitting down. “Breakfast of course!” Mum smiled, gesturing towards a plate in front of me with sausages and a fried egg. “But… I don't… I don't understand.” I said, looking around the kitchen, seeing pictures of family photos on the walls. “Don't be too long, kiddo. The babysitter will be here soon.” Dad told me. Babysitter? “Where are you going?” I asked, utterly confused. “Don't you remember? Daddy and I are going to the mall to get you your Christmas presents.” Mum smiled. Goosebumps ran through my entire body. It dawned on me. This was the day they died. “No!” I blurted out. “I don't need Christmas presents. Stay. Please?” I said. “Don't be ridiculous. Your father’s new job means he can afford to get you some really special gifts.” Mum grinned. “I don't need them. Please!” I said, feeling sick to my stomach. Then suddenly, there was a bright, white flash and they were gone. They disappeared from the table and instead, sitting across from me was… Rachel’s Dad… Technically my Dad, too. He was wearing the same black suit. “Relax, Felix.” He said. “What the fuck are you doing here? What have you done to me?” I snapped, standing up angrily. “I'm giving you a chance. I'm giving you a chance to save your adoptive parents.” He told me. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Trigon. I am your birth father, but I know you love your adoptive parents. So I'm giving you the chance to save them.” He told me, standing up. “Why are you doing this? Aren't you supposed to be the destroyer of worlds?” I frowned. “No. I fix them. I heal worlds.” Trigon assured me, stepping closer. “I'm sorry for what happened, but I'm here to help you now. I want to help you fix your past.” Trigon explained to me. “How… How am I supposed to save my parents? And… This isn't even real. Is it?” I questioned as he stepped intimately closer to me. “It doesn't have to be. It'll help you feel better. It'll help you gain some closure and some peace.” Trigon told me, before reaching out and cupping my face. “I'm here for you. I'm here to grant your wish.” He whispered. Tears formed in my eyes as I looked up at him. Perhaps… He wasn't all bad? “Will you let me do that?” Trigon whispered, his face intimately close. “Okay.” I said. And then, he leaned in to kiss me. My eyes widened as I felt his arms wrap around me. I didn't know what to do at first, until I just decided to give in. I began kissing back, which encouraged him to attack my lips rougher. |
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