Date: Thu, 21 May 2020 01:54:26 +0000 From: darsian_435 Subject: The Amazing Tristan (Sci-Fi, Young-Friends) Hi, I've been enjoying nifty since I was young, so I thought it was due time for me to supply some content to this wonderful site that has given so much to me. Please donate to nifty, and tell me if you want to hear more from me. I've got several chapters of several stories in the breach and will be releasing them soon. Email me @ darsian_435@protonmail.com! On with part 1 ... ------------------------------------------- Tristan sat in the chair across from his foster caseworker's cluttered desk. His feet shifted on top of each other, while he stared at his shoelaces. "Tristan, I know this is difficult, but we need to move you to a new foster family." the caseworker said as she looked at him, hoping this wouldn't be too hard during this period of his life. Tristan continued to gaze into the depths of his shoelaces, not wanting to look at his caseworker. "Ok." He said softly. His last family wasn't so bad, really, to him anyway. His foster parents were unfortunately involved with some shady business dealings, however, and had been sentenced to prison for embezzling money from various organizations they were in charge of. They weren't really close with any of the rest of their family either, so there wasn't really anyone to take him, and finding a new foster family was more appropriate. His previous foster parents had been out on bail during the trial, so he had time to acclimate to the possiblity that this would happen. He was also assured that he would be able to visit his previous parents in their minimum security prisons, almost like a second house. "Here's the good news though, kiddo. Your new foster family is great, you're going to have two brothers. One is about your age too." the caseworker reassured him. Tristan had been the only kid in the house at his previous family, and there weren't many kids in the area so he had to entertain himself most of the time. Tristan finally looked up. "Really?" he said, sadness in his eyes but a glimmer of hope shone through. "Yep. The older boy is named Jonathan, he's 12. His younger brother is named Kyle, and he's 8 years old. They are really excited to have another brother, Tristan.", the caseworker explained. "Ok." Tristan said, now smiling a bit at the thought of having fosters brothers to hang out with. Tristan is 13 years old, slim, hair somewhere between dirty blonde and brown. Looking at him, you wouldn't think there's anything extraordinary about him, but there is. Hell, at this point in the story, even he doesn't know exactly how extraordinary it is. Mainly because up until now, his boy hormones haven't been too productive, but holy shit are they about be mass produced in his brain, and well ... other areas. He's known he was different, but never really has a use for his, well, powers. But, we'll get to that later. "Good. I'm glad you can give it a chance. We're going to head there now.", said the caseworker. Tristan nodded and followed her to her car. It was a short drive to his new home. In the back of the caseworker's car were all of Tristan's belongings. His previous foster parents had taken the time to pack up all of his clothes, laptop, and other stuff so that he wouldn't have to. "Here we are." the caseworker said. They pulled up into the driveway of a modestly sized house, two stories, light blue with white trim. The house was nestled in the middle of a cul-de-sac, on a dead end sideroad of a moderately sized subdivision. Neighbors mowed their lawns while their car came to a stop behind a minivan next to a truck. His new mode of transportation, a minivan. He sighed a little as he thought about it. They exited the vehicle and popped the trunk and began unloading his stuff. Just then, he heard the storm door to the house swing open and he peeked around the trunk lid nervously. "Hello! We're here!", exclaimed the caseworker. "Tristan, come meet your new family." He didn't have to move a muscle, Jonathan and Kyle came bounding to the back of the car before he could get the nerve to step out into the open. "Hey Tristan! I'm Jonathan and this is Kyle, we're soooooo excited to have a new brother to play with!" Jonathan beamed as they nearly fell over each other trying to get to Tristan. Jonathan is about the same height and build as Tristan, but with shorter brown hair. Kyle is obviously shorter, being 8, but with an athletic build and short blonde hair. Kyle was clearly the more "sporty" of the two, Jonathan was wearing Minecraft socks with his Adidas sandals. "Oh! Hi!" was all that Tristan could get out. "Come on let's go see our room!" Jonathan grabbed his wrist and nearly pulled him off his feet dragging him towards the house. "Our room?", Jonathan thought to himself. It had always been "his" room in the past. "Haha, Jon, hold up a sec there buddy, we want to meet him too!" Jon's parents interrupted Jon's mad dash inside, it hadn't crossed his mind that they might want to have a quick talk. "Oh duh! Here's my parents Tristan." Jonathan said as Tristan and Kyle piled up behind him, all of them falling over from the sudden stop. "Oh! Hi!" Tristan said again, giggling as he lay on the ground staring up at them. "Hello Tristan, we're so happy to have you become a part of our family." Jon's dad said as he helped the boys to their feet. "Yes, we are very excited for you to be here, we hope you boys get along, but it looks like that's not going to be a problem!" Jon's mother laughed. "OK can we go show Tristan our room now?" Jonathan exclaimed. "Yep, go ahead, we'll get his stuff out of the car and see you in a bit." Jon's dad said. ------------------------- "Come on, in here!" Jon chirped as they all ran down the hallway and into a bedroom. The bedroom had a double bed on one end, underneath a window, with a small open space between it and a TV/gaming area, next to a desk with a laptop. "This is our room, well, you and me anyway Tristan. Kyle has his own room across the hallway since he has to go to bed a bit earlier than we do." Jonathan explained. "We have another room that will be your bedroom, but it's not ready yet. My parents had to remodel it because of some water damage so we'll be roommates until then!" Jonathan beamed. "I've got an XBox and everything so it's not very boring here ever." They all plopped down on the double bed, Jonathan sitting close to Tristan, nearly on top of him. Something stirred in Tristan's groin that he hadn't ever felt before. It felt ... good. "What games do you like to play?" Jonathan inquired. "Oh uh, I'm pretty good at fortnite, do you have that on XBox?" asked Tristan. "Oh yeah we do, I just got the new deadpool skin on my account, I freakin love Fortnite." Jonathan told him excitedly. "It's also on my laptop so we can both play at the same time!" "Awww but how will I play too" Kyle complained. "Oh well that's easy, Kyle. I have a laptop too! And it runs Fortnite just fine." Tristan said happily. "AWESOME!!", Kyle said. Tristan readjusted his pants a bit, he had to pee really bad. "Where's the bathroom?" "It's over there." Jonathan pointed to a door on the other side of the room. "Our rooms are connected by a bathroom. Kyle's is on the other side!" "Ok, I'll be right back." Tristan said as he got up and made his way to the bathroom. He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door, making sure the other door was shut and locked too. He scrambled to make it to the toilet and get his shorts undone, finally getting everything out in the open he breathed a sigh of relief as he let loose into the bowl. Here's where you might notice something different about Tristan, if you had the luxury of being in the bathroom during this moment. As he pissed into the toilet bowl, with his head back enjoying the feeling of his bladder being emptied, you would definitely notice his semi hard penis becoming longer in his hand, to get a better angle into the toilet bowl. Not getting harder, mind you, but *longer*. You see, Tristan has an ability that no other boy has - the ability to lengthen, size, and control his penis at will. Recently, he has been far more interested in his penis, and has been able to get it to go longer and wider than ever before. So far during his 13 years on Earth, it's been merely a matter of convienience in the restroom. Sometimes it's just easier to piss and brush your teeth at the same time if you don't have to leave the sink/mirror. Tristan is well aware that this isn't a normal ability, and that other boys aren't able to do the same things he is. He had to pee really bad this time, his bladder still aching, so he opened his cock up a bit more to let his piss flow more easily. Jonathan heard a noticable increase in the sound of the "water" pressure hitting the toilet water. It changed from a stream sound to like a hose being poured into the toilet. His eyebrows raised a bit and he glanced over at Kyle who seemed oblivous to the sound as he played with some matchbox cars on the ground. Tristan looked down, his piss stream was about a centimeter wide and his bladder was emptying rapidly. He finished up and returned his dick to its normal size, and tucked everything back into his briefs. His groin still felt ... "warm" from his earlier contact with Jonathan, however, and he had trouble getting his penis to stay completely soft. The rest of the night the boys played video games and chatted about their lives up to this point. Kyle got bored and hung out downstairs watching movies while Tristan and Jonathan learned more about each other. "Wanna wrestle?" Jonathan asked while diving on top of Tristan on the bed, he wasn't really asking. They both giggled uncontrollably as they rolled around on the bed trying to pin one another. Finally Tristan pinned Jonathan, sitting on his chest holding Jonathan's arms with his knees and hands. Jonathan laid there, breathing heavily and looking up at Tristan, not putting up a fight at this point. Tristan, still laughing, looked into Jonathan's eyes while they sat there, neither moving a muscle outside of being completely out of breath. Tristan felt that stir again in his groin and felt his dick start to get hard. He quickly rolled off of Jonathan and sat facing the TV. "Hahaha that was fun, let's watch some TV or something though before we have to go to bed." Tristan tried to end their game, he was getting an erection and didn't want Jonathan to know. "Ok, sure, no problem." Jonathan said as he got up, crawling towards Tristan. He leaped onto Tristan's back and pulled him back onto the bed in a headlock, giggling uncontrollably. Tristan was surprised and fell back onto Jonathan, Jonathan wrapped his legs around Tristan's waist. Tristan tried to get away but couldn't, Jonathan's left foot was around Tristan's knee, but his right foot was firmly hooked into Tristan's groin. Jonathan instantly felt Tristan's erection and quickly let go of him as he felt himself boning up too. "Hahha, I won!" Jonathan giggled nervously, hoping that Tristan didn't think he felt his erection. "Yeah you got me pretty good there!" Tristan laughed. He hoped that Jonathan hadn't noticed his rock hard boy dick. Neither one of the boys had ever had an orgasm, they just hadn't figured out how to work their equipment quite yet. Of course ... their lives were about to change, in that respect. "I've gotta go to the bathroom again, be right back." Tristan said as he bolted for the bathroom door. He locked the door and stood in front of the toilet, staring at his erect penis. This had been a problem before. He can usually control the length, girth, and firmness of his penis, but can't control his "unaltered" state. So if he is turned on, can't will his erection away. He is, however, free to go "up" in size and length. But again, he hasn't realized the use of doing such a thing yet. Frustrated, he reached down and rubbed his dick, hoping that it might help it go down. It did not help it go away, but ... it felt good. Like, really good. "Oh my god", Tristan whispered to himself, his hand tracing over his erect penis gently. A glob of precum formed at the tip, and plopped into the toilet. "Oh my god", he whispered again. He felt amazing, he had never felt turned on by his penis before, but he was now. He sighed and increased the size of his dick to the width and length of his forearm. Another glob of precum formed at the tip, but this time he smeared it over his cockhead and shaft and began sliding his hand up and down his enormous pole. Precum leaked from his pisshole and ran over his fingers as his hand explored randomly, twirling around his apple sized head. Suddenly he felt a wave of heat traveling from deep within his groin in all directions, as the feelings in his dick turned to pure pleasure. Cum erupted from his cock as he was jolted by his first orgasm. He clapped his left hand over his mouth and tried to hold in his whimpers as cum poured out of him and into the toilet. Jonathan listened intently at the door, hearing whimpering and liquid being dumped into the toilet. What the hell was going on, he hoped that Tristan wasn't crying or upset or embarrassed about what had happened on the bed. Tristan looked down, eyes wide, as nearly two cups of semen floated in the toilet before him, remnants still dripping from his cock. He sighed heavily and leaned forward, placing his left hand on the wall behind the toilet and breathing heavily as his orgasm subsided. "I guess that's what jerking off is .." he thought to himself, and smiled. He had heard boys at his school talk about it in whispers but he hadn't known what exactly it meant until now. "What the hell IS this stuff?" he thought. Tristan's hand was still slick with precum and he brought it to his nose to smell. It smelled sweet and he timidly gave it a taste. It tasted great actually, almost like candy. He peed a bit and returned his dick to its normal soft size. In his "normal" state, his dick is about 3" long soft, and about the 3/4" wide. Erect he is about 5", normally. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, his dick still tingling and feeling great. Jonathan heard the toilet flush and quickly returned to his bed and turned on the TV while Tristan washed his hands. "Hey, you ok?" Jonathan asked Tristan as he emerged from the bathroom. "Yeah, I'm great! But I am pooped, I'm gonna lay down and go to bed." Tristan replied. It was nearly 11 pm. "Ok, we can watch some Netflix while we fall asleep, I'm tired too." Jonathan said. Tristan laid down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, he felt completely drained. Jonathan laid beside him, not watching TV, but looking at his new brother curiously. He still had an erection, and tried to push it down to make it go away.