Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2021 13:10:26 -0400
From: m.runt@yahoo.com
Subject: Alchemy Unleashed Part One (gay/incest, sf-fantasy)

I sat on my bed in the new house and listened to the distant thunder
rumble it's way near the house. It had been a rough month, Dad finalized
the divorce and we moved to Wadley Alabama. It was my birthday next week
and all I wanted was to move back to Maine. I pulled the tears back and
calmed myself, I was almost thirteen and Dad needed me to be strong. My
father was a gruff bear of a man, 6'3 and 240 lbs of meat and hair. He
wasn't a mound of muscle but somewhere between husky and fit, his hair a
dark red that covered his entire body. When I was younger we would play
werewolf hunter and I would capture the beast! He was always sweet like
that, his appearance counter to his nature. He had taken the divorce
hard, all the while trying to shield me from mom's harsh words. She
blamed me for taking the fun out of her life and it stung, it's the first
time I had ever seen Dad angry. At that moment I forgot my pain because I
wasn't sure if he was going to hit her. We left that night for a hotel,
he told me over and over that I was the best thing that had ever happened
to him. We cried ourselves to sleep wrapped in an embrace. His work was
mostly remote so he decided to move to the country to give us a fresh
start.
I sighed, releasing some of the anxiety that had knotted in my chest and
stood. The new house was much larger than our place in Maine and it had
to be a hundred years old. I dug through my junk drawer and pulled out my
flashlight, a house like this HAD to have secrets and I was going to find
them. I turned to leave and jumped a bit seeing Dad in the doorway.

"Hey kiddo. Didn't mean to scare you."

He grinned wolfishly and I couldn't help but think he was not being
honest. He had cleaned up a bit, beard neatly trimmed with a clean
t-shirt and gym shorts and he looked ready to go to the gym.

"It's ok dad, even if you are a liar... You look better today."

I instantly regretted my poor choice of words as his grin faded, replaced
by sorrow.

"I'm sorry son, I know I've been a bit of a wreck. I promise I'll do
better. I just came up to tell you I am going to run some errands and see
if you wanted to come with me or if I could pick you up something while I
was out?"

It broke my heart to see him this torn up, he was too perfect for my mom,
for anyone. It wasn't just his kind heart either, though he was a beast
he was a damn handsome one. The kind of beast that could wrap you in
furry arms to make you feel safe. Recently I have found myself mesmerized
by his thighs, the sight made me feel funny inside like I was recovering
from a dizzy spell. I realized I was doing it right now... I quickly
pulled my eyes away from meaty thighs and the thick red hair making me
wonder what they would feel like and tried to marshall my focus slightly
embarrassed by the delay.

"NO.. uh, no I was going to go explore a bit. The realtor said there are
some knick knacks in the attic from previous owners, so I'm gonna go
check it out."

He nodded at me and turned to leave.

"Ok, have fun I should be back in a couple of hours. Be safe in the
attic! I have my phone so call me if you need me, and read over the
packet for school! You start tomorrow and I don't want you to be too far
behind."

Without waiting for a response he sauntered away.

I let out a sigh, I was not excited for school in Alabama... In no
scenario did I see myself fitting in. Enough, I would think about it
later. I took the flashlight and headed down the hall to the attic, as I
passed dad's room I glimpsed at the mess. Clothes all over the floor, bed
unmade jeez. After this maybe I would clean up for him, it was a disaster
there. Reaching the stairs up I gingerly stepped on the wood. Dad said it
was sound but it looked ancient. The stair creaked but was very sturdy,
so I confidently climbed the staircase. Reaching the top I clicked on my
flashlight and gawked at the intricately carved door, reminding me of
something from a fantasy novel. I reached down and turned the trim
antique handle pushing it open into a massive space.

Stepping into the dark room I roamed the light around slowly, letting it
reveal a trove of junk. I finally found the string hanging down for the
light and pulled it taught, lighting the room. I turned off the
flashlight and surveyed the area. A lot of old clothes that were just
garbage at this point, some decorations, an old sewing machine, lots of
bottles and jars, a bookshelf full of musty old books with no titles on
the spine, and a chest. My eyes stopped on the chest, it's carvings very
similar to the door. I tugged it free and found that the key was in the
lock, getting on my knees I turned the lock and lifted the lid. It was
deceptively heavy and I struggled getting it up, once upright It snap in
place with a click and I heard gears spin inside the chest for a moment.
Peeking inside I found a cracked and peeling leather journal that had
been tied closed next to a silver puzzle box that was a one foot cube. My
imagination ran wild, this was exactly the kind of thing that gave kids
magic powers! I giggled at my childish thought and picked up the book,
pulling the frayed and rotted cord that held it closed, easily ripping it
off. When I did I felt suddenly light headed and the hand clutching the
time tingled sending spidery numbness down my arm. Fear was completely
overpowered by curiosity and my imagination. I immediately sat down and
opened the tome.

As I turned the page I was captivated by the drawings, it was a type of
catalog for plants, their pictures vivid and lifelike. After several
pages I noticed writing on the edges. It was a description of different
combinations that failed. I sat lost for an hour in it's pages
deciphering the fancy script. It was both a journal and a record of one
man's attempt to create "the essence of desire". He spent his life
looking for it and in the end he only managed a flawed elixir. "Truly you
will embody desire, but also be at it's whim." He locked it away in the
puzzle cube, hoping someone would one day perfect it. I closed the book
and ruminated on its meaning. Embody desire? So it would make you
attractive? I was scrawny even for my age and not much to look at with my
mousey brown hair and dark eyes. The guy could just be crazy, but what's
the worst that could happen? I pried the puzzle box free and took it to
my room. I would spend time on this later, if I'm going to clean dad's
room I had better get to it.

I started with folding and putting away the clean laundry, then gathered
his used clothes. I lifted a pair of boxers that wear damp, an image of
sweat running down his thighs making my insides flip. Before I knew what
I was doing I buried my nose in the cloth and breathed in. My body
trembling, my tiny prick springing to life as the scent filled me.

"Uh... Mark... What are you doing."

I threw myself to the ground in terror at my dad's voice, my body
shaking. Did he see what I had done? My brain scrambled for a lie as he
rushed over a concerned look on his face.

"Son! Are you ok?? Talk to me."

I let out a choked noise sitting up.

"I'm ok dad, you just scared me to death.. I didn't hear you get home, I
was just trying to clean up as a surprise. You know... You have a lot of
clothes on the floor, hard to tell clean from dirty sometimes so I do a
sniff test."

He looked relieved as he pulled me to my feet.

"I really didn't mean to scare you that time, I'm sorry."

He looked at the boxers I had inhaled from and grinned a bit.

"And I doubt those passed your test, they are well used. Why don't you
let me take over, I appreciate the thought but you shouldn't be subjected
to my sweaty balls."

Almost too quickly I blurted out, "I don't mind at all dad."

An awkward silence stretched and I think his grin grew just a bit, or
maybe I just wanted to think that made him happy.

"Just the same, why don't you go get a snack and let me finish this."

He winked at me which gave me the inside tingles again.

"Yes Sir" I responded, cheeks pink.

I left his room, but instead of the kitchen I went to my room and quietly
shut the door, heart still pounding from the excitement. I stretched out
in my bed waiting for the shakes to subside. As horrifying as it was to
get caught, I had no regrets as I breathed in the scent of him lingering
on my face. My gaze fell on the puzzle box and I wondered if I could
"embody desire". I needed to open that box as soon as possible.

 I spent the next four hours trying to figure out the puzzle but didn't
so much as move a single panel. Frustrated, I decided to go make dinner,
I still need to read the material for school and shower I couldn't spend
any more time on it tonight. I made us both turkey sandwiches on rye, I
called dad down for dinner and was surprised when he came to the kitchen
in just a pair of white socks with a gray patch over the heel and toes
and the boxers I had "tested" earlier. I stared hard, wishing I could
bury my face in those now before shaking my thoughts free.

"I thought those were dirty?" I toned this as a question, quirking a brow
at him.

"They are, but very comfortable. Now that it's just us here and no fear
of neighbors seeing us I'm probably going to dress comfortably more
often." He answered.

This was welcome news to me, I tried to hide my excitement and just
shrugged. "Sounds good."

We ate in silence and I excused myself quickly, heading back to my room.
And combing through the school material before taking a shower. I went
into the living room to say goodnight and found dad asleep in his chair.
I moved my head from side to side looking down at him but couldn't see
through the slit in his boxers. What was wrong with me???? I had never
thought of him like this before and now, I couldn't stop thinking about
him. I crept back to my room and set the alarm on my phone before
crawling in bed. My arm still tingled from opening that book, between
that and guilt over trying to perv on Dad it took a while to fall asleep.

I woke to the angry buzz of my alarm, and quickly deactivated it before
rolling out of bed. Moving sluggishly I brushed my teeth, washed my face
and dressed for school. When I came downstairs dad was sitting at the
table in the same boxers and socks eating a bowl of cereal.

"Morning! You've got about 12 minutes before the bus gets here, want me
to scramble you some eggs?" He said this with a chipper look on his face.

"Cereal is fine." I scowled at his morning enthusiasm. Morning people
irritated me so much, but it was hard to stay mad at his smiling face and
eventually I was smiling as well.

After finishing I put the bowl in the sink and grabbed my backpack
heading for the door.

"Have a good day son, I'll see ya later!"

The bus arrived and the door screeched open. The driver was a short burly
man with sandy blonde hair and a thick moustache. His piercing blue eyes
seemed to bore through me as I stepped on the bus.

"Mark?" He grunted.

"Yes Sir." I responded.

"Take a seat and don't cause any trouble or I will stop the bus. You
don't want that understand?"

"Yes Sir." I gulped. He looked like he meant that...

I took the first empty seat and glanced around. These kids were huge! Was
this country living or was I just that much of a shrimp? There were
obvious cliques: Jocks, popular girls, and nerds. None of them looked
interested in trying to make new friends. One of the jocks kept catching
my eye, he was at least 5'10 and even had a few wisps of blonde facial
hair. His frame was wide and chest muscular. I wondered how old he was. I
made the mistake of letting him see me looking and he made a sour face,
scowling at me. I quickly turned around but was certain I would pay for
that later. Sure enough as I exited the bus at school he pushed me to the
side, dragging me behind a parked car.

"Why were you staring at me new kid? You think I look funny?" His smile
wasn't genuine and he followed his words with a smack to the back of my
head.

"I just liked your moustache." I blurted, not knowing what to say.

This actually seemed to confuse him and he backed away staring down at
me.

"How old are you?" He asked this in the voice of some expecting a
preschooler.

"I turn 13 Friday." I tried my best to give him a friendly smile.

He seemed to mull this over and nodded as he judged me.

"You are a little dude aren't you? Your voice is weird where you from?"
His shoulders had eased and he looked less angry.

"I just moved here from Maine, my name is Mark." I was hoping to humanize
myself a little more by providing a name but he didn't seem to care.

"Well don't just stare little dude, if you want to look at my moustache
ask next time." He still looked a little puzzled as he turned and left.

I let out a breath and headed inside, feeling as though I avoided a
catastrophe. The rest of the day was a mixed bag. I was far ahead of my
peers which made the transition of school work easy, but earned me no
friends. My large classmates didn't seem to care for me at all and we're
either hostile or did their best to avoid me. On the bus ride home, I saw
moustache guy glancing at me a few times from my peripheral vision and
worried he would become more of a problem. Entering the house I heard dad
on a call and went to my room. I gripped the puzzle box again frustrated
with it as I tried to find a way to open it. My thoughts drifted to dad
and his scent again, my body tingling and I nearly dropped the box as I
felt it move.  I focused on it again and saw a panel had slid just a few
centimeters. I tried sliding it in any direction to no avail and grew
agitated. What the frick! It just moved. Why was it stuck now?? I tried
to replay my thoughts and actions. I blushed, I was thinking about dads
scent and... It moved again. Was it reading my mind???? I put it down and
stepped back a little scared. I guess I didn't actually expect something
magic, it was more a fantasy I was acting out but now it seemed very
real. Was I going to stop because it was real? How stupid would that be,
hoping for real magic then stopping when it turned out to be real. I
gripped the box again thinking of dads scent and wishing I had those
boxers, or even those socks to sniff. Did I want to taste him? Where
would I start? An image of me kneeling at his feet sniffing and licking
his sock, tracing my tongue up his leg to his hairy thighs and -  there
was a clatter as a panel fell away. My heart pounded as I looked inside
to see a flask of purple sludge. Tipping it, the mixture slowly slid to
the side with a consistency of cold syrup. I unstoppered the flask and
took a whiff, the smell made me giddy. It smelled like fresh sweat and
heat. It sent prickles down my side and made me flush. I put the flask to
my lips and tipped it, the elixir slowly trickled in and the taste was
salty and raw. I stopped tipping with only a small amount in my mouth, I
closed the flask and swallowed.

It's difficult to describe what happened next, the thick fluid slid down
my throat and warmed me instantly. I was too hot and quickly stripped
down and fled down the hall to the shower naked. Climbing in I turned on
the cold water, the chill on my skin making me feel more alive than ever
before. I rubbed my own skin, the feeling of touch igniting something
deep inside me. I stroked my member and it throbbed, thicker than I
remember. My other hand sliding over my arse and down to it's hole, the
touch electrifying every nerve. I needed... Yes needed to be... I pushed
my fingers in, needing to be filled, I began pumping them in and out.
That was my entire world for the next hour? It might have been longer. I
stopped when dad, hearing groans and seeing the door open checked on me.
Our eyes met and he saw what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. He
swallowed and watched for over a minute before tearing his eyes away in
disgust and closing the door. That finally broke the spell and I
collapsed in the shower breathing hard. The ecstasy left and I felt
ashamed, and frightened, that look of disgust... What if he decided I
couldn't live with him anymore? I cried in the shower feeling stupid
before collecting myself and getting out. I dried off and went to my
room, the house was completely silent. I lay in bed and just cried myself
to sleep. I woke several times that night finding my fingers pumping into
me until I brought myself under control. My entrance was so slick, it
wasn't like this before that elixir. I looked at the flask scared dad had
looked at me in disgust, not desire. What if it was so old it had the
opposite effect? I knew medicine could expire and cause harm, maybe this
was the same? At 5 AM I couldn't sleep any more, I crept to Dad's room
and knocked. No response. My stomach balled into knots, what if he didn't
want to see me ever again? I opened the door and froze, he was out cold
on the bed with a sock on his cock and hand gripping it firmly. Around
the bed were a few socks, the smell in the room was potent. Moving slowly
I lifted one of the socks, it was wet, sticky and heavy. It finally
dawned on me that they were all full of his sperm and I marveled at it
all. He wouldn't want to know I had seen him like this, I left the room
and got ready for school. It was going to be a long day, if I caused that
to Dad... Should I even go to school? Then dreading the talk that would
follow seeing Dad I knew I would be going to school...