Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 23:37:50 -0400 From: Will Chevalier Subject: The Time Traveler: Chapter 1: September 6, 2012 NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. If you continue to read, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in these stories or story; neither you nor any family members are an employee of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity; you are not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action either directly or indirectly affecting the contents of this author; and you are agreeing that the author and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading these stories or story. 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Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. All stories in this series contains materials of incest among various members, including minors. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I plan to make this into a series, Please feel free to leave comments and feedback at my email. And Thank you. Will Chevalier. Greekfantasy.13@gmail.com The Time Traveller September 6. 2012 My dad gave me this journal to record my daily life and thoughts. I guess introductions are the best place to start. My name is Daniel Kronos Longfellow, but everyone calls me Danny. My family has a thing for Greek mythology being that we are Greek. We are quite proud of our heritage. I am ten years old and just started fifth grade today. I guess that is why my dad wanted me to start writing. He tells me that I am old enough to understand the world. I am not sure what he means by that. Anyways, I was born on July 4, 2002. Dad tells me that I am his celebration child. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I am the younger of two boys. My brother Antoine (Tony) Adonis Longfellow is sixteen years old. Then, there is my dad, David (Dave) Atlas Longfellow. He is thirty-seven for the time being until his birthday on September 24. My mom, Myrna Artemis Longfellow, is no longer with us. She died while giving birth to me. My dad says that I look so much like her. I also have her kindred spirit and intellect. I wish I had the chance to know her. What is the best way to describe me? Some say that I am too smart for my own good. Others say that I am cute as a button. Both of which may be true. However, personally, I think that I on this earth to change my own destiny. Being that I am only ten, I have no idea how I will do that. I just know that with my entire being that I will be able to do things that no one else has been able to do. I like to look around me and be able to understand how everything works. Whether it is how my body reacts when I move a certain way, or what the gods were like in my dad's stories. I must say that I really love hearing my dad tell me about the Greek mythologies. Especially the parts where the gods use their powers to control humanity. I don't know why, but every time I hear these stories, I always get a tingling feeling in my body, and I feel like I have to pee which of course I never do. How strange is that? Something else about me, I am very introverted. I like to stay indoors and read anything that I can get my hands on. I particularly love fantasies. For example The Time Machine by H.G. Wells, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson, The Hulk by Marvel, and of course the stories of Homer. I like to imagine the stories coming to life. I would love to travel to any time as I please, to grow to such immense power and size, and to use science to change my life. I know. It is the works of an over-imaginative kid. Another reason that I like to be able achieve my fantasies is because I believe that I am gay. I know that I am just ten years old; I just know that I like boys over girls. I can't help it if I think that girls are gross. I must also confess that I am in love with my father. That is a tale for another time. I want to talk about my brother first. Tony is the complete opposite of me. He is outgoing and athletic. He is also on the cocky side. Who could blame him? He is the captain and quarterback on the football team, and he is also the captain on the wrestling team. Whenever the chance arises and he always does, he will flex his muscles and pose in front of the mirror after a hard workout. I can't blame him. If I had his body, I would too. I should describe him in better details. He stands at 6'2" and weighs 190lbs. He has blond hair that he keeps short in a faux-hawk or mohawk depending on the weather. Tony has these big, blue eyes that lets him get anything that he wants. Just this summer he convinced our dad to get him a Jeep Wrangler. I must say that the Jeep suits him perfectly. He would often drive with the top down and have no shirt on. The few times that I've rode with him, I wanted to reach over and grab his biceps. Feel them flex while he is driving. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. He may be the star athlete in school, but I never see him with a girl. Granted, he would go on dates with them, but that is as far as he ever goes. He tells me that he rather stay focused on his training and refuses to let the girls get in the way of that. Sounds like a good plan to me. I love watching him workout. Seeing him pump his muscles so big and strong. The veins popping out from pushing himself so hard. Listening to his grunting as he push the weights back up. Smelling his testosterone permeate the entire room. I am so jealous of him. He has the looks and the body that I wish I had. Every time that I watch him, I always have to leave to go to the bathroom. I don't know why I have to pee when I never do. It gets frustrating. I just stand there until the tingling sensations go away. I don't know if this is coincidence or not, but every time I get out of the bathroom, Tony always manage to be walking towards me and bouncing his pecs and readjusting his crotch. "Yeah, bro. That was an amazing pump. Thanks for watching me, man. Always nice to have an audience," he would cockily say as he walks past me heading into the bathroom. I would just inhale the intoxicating sweat and that tingling feeling is back again. I wish I knew how to make it go away. It happened again today. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I just stood there unable to move. I hear the showers being turned on. Next, he starts singing "I'm Sexy and I know it." Tony has such an ego on him. Out of nowhere I had this thought about seeing my brother naked in all his muscled glory. My brother and I share this huge bathroom. It is built in a locker room style. With just a partition of frosted glass with a Greek key border etched into the glass, separating the shower area from the rest of the room. The best part is the multiple shower heads. Three shower heads come from ceiling and five on the walls. The door is opposite from the shower with a vanity on either side. I checked to see if the door was locked, and to my surprise it wasn't. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Thumping loudly. I slowly opened the door a little to avoid being seen. I peered in and looked into the mirror on the side wall. I see Tony's backside. A tapered torso that V's at the waist and the most beautiful butt that I've ever seen. He takes the bar of soap and lathers it all over his pecs. The muscles were rolling as he moves his arms. Such an erotic feat to watch. He turned around towards me. Rinsing the soap. I gasped when I saw his peter. I never seen anything like it before in my life. It was so big, but still soft. I could not take my eyes off it. I didn't notice him lathering the soap in his hands before he grabbed his peter. I just stood there and watched it grow in his hands. How I wished they were my hands instead. I was shocked. I didn't know they could grow that big. He must have been at least 8.5 inches and cut. The tingling feeling inside me was growing stronger than ever before. I could not believe that I was watching my hot brother take a shower. The water cascading down his body. The motions of his hands gradually getting faster. My peter was getting uncomfortable in my shorts. When I reached down to readjust it, this rush of euphoria came over me. I can't begin to describe how it felt. I just know that I liked how it was making me feel. I continued watching Tony moving his hands up and down the shaft. Slowly his right hand moved towards his balls. He grabs them firmly in his hand, eliciting a "Fuck yeah." I knew right then that it must feel really good. I slowly pushed the door with just enough room for me creep in. I wanted to be closer to him. I had to keep watching. I was sitting on the other side of the partition watching Tony in the mirror. It looked much bigger now that I was closer. I was still amazed by the sheer size of it. I wished mine was that big. I am only 6 inches and cut. The motion of his left hand stroking the shaft. I noticed that he had a firm grip on it. The right hand was massaging his hefty balls. I could not believe I was actually watching my brother do this. It felt naughty and exhilarating. A thought came over me, why not do what he is doing. I slide down my shorts, still watching Tony in the mirror. I grabbed my peter with my left hand. A rush of euphoria came over me. Sending chills up and down my spine. I continued watching Tony. He raised his right arm and flexed. The size was that of a baseball. He looked into the mirror with a pleased look and a smirk on his face. He turned his head and stuck out his tongue licking the huge bicep. "Mmmmmmmmmm, tastes so good," he said with such low groan. I could not believe that he was getting into himself like that. I knew that I wanted to be the one licking him like that, but I was too scared to move from where I was. He continued flexing his bicep, feeling it relax and contract under his tongue. I noticed a vein popping on the peak. My peter throbbed at the sight. A faint moan escaped my lips. I just froze knowing that Tony could hear me on the other side of the partition, but he kept on completely oblivious that I was there. He gave one last lick before reaching his hand to his left pec. It bounced in his hand. His left hand continued its slow, steady rhythm on his peter. His pecs were bouncing from one side to the other. He smiled with a slight curl in his upper lip. How I envied his hands caressing his hard muscles. He pinched one of his nipples. "Oh fuck that feels soooo good... Mmmmmm... Oooh yeah...," he said as he threw his head back. My peter throbbed again in my hand. I gasped as the sensation took over me. I sure hoped Tony didn't hear me. He was not even paying attention to me. Just his own self-pleasure. I couldn't blame him, I now know what he is feeling. His left hand was getting faster on his big peter. His balls bouncing in motion with his stroking. I matched him with the same vigor and rhythm. His right hand trailed down to his washboard abs, tracing every contoured inch of it with his fingers. Then finally reaching back and massaging his right butt cheek. He turned around with his back towards the mirror. Oh my God. His butt was a work of art. So big and firm. I watched as he flexed them. They turned into the shape of a butterfly. He bent over, exposing his pink butt-hole. I was salivating at the sheer beauty I was seeing. I wanted to stick my tongue so deep in his hole, I could almost taste the sweet, saltiness of it. With his hand on his cheek, he soon traced the crack with his middle finger, paying extra attention to the hole. Soon his finger penetrated through the tight, muscled ring. "Fuck me... Oh my God... Fuck me. Ahhhhhhhhhh..! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk... That feels so fucking good... Such a nice tight ass...," his voice echoing in the bathroom. My peter jerked in my hand when I heard him say that. Tony straightened back up and turned back towards the mirror. His hand in a blurred frenzy on his peter. His blue eyes turned in my direction. I wasn't sure if he was looking at me or not. I didn't care. I was in a state of ecstasy. My hand was still in sync with Tony's. I was experiencing a new feeling that I never knew existed. It felt like I had to burst with pee. I could hear Tony moaning and groaning. His muscles contracting and flexing like crazy all over his body. "I am getting so close... Oh FUCK...! So fucking close... Oh my fucking God... Here it cums, Danny... FUCK me Danny...," he screamed. His breathing was getting harder. I completely lost it when he said my name. I felt my body spasm with each throb of my peter. The blood was draining from head and pumping into my peter. I could no longer keep quiet. "Mmmmmmm... Mmmm... Mmm... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...," was all that I heard of myself. At the same time, Tony's body tensed all over. Veins popping everywhere. His peter shot out white liquid. His body jerking with each jet shooting out. "Ahhh..., FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...!!!!! OOHHHHHHHH...! MYYYYYYYYY...! FUCKKKKK...KKKKKINGGGGGGGGG...! GODDDDDDDDD...! Ahh...! Ah...! Mmmmmm...!" he bellowed with each jerk. It was a few minutes before either of us came back down. Once we did, Tony struck a double bicep pose. "How did you like that show, Danny? I told you I loved an audience. It helps my blood pump faster. I sure as hell enjoyed showing off for my lil' bro. Man, so glad you finally joined me." he said as his breathing calmed down. I jumped up so fast, embarrassed that I was caught. The last thing that I saw was Tony striking a most muscular. His cocky laughter echoing as I ran out the door and into my room. Even now as I am sitting here, writing in this journal, I am still hard as a rock. I hope this is not the last time Tony gives me a show. To be continued.