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I watched him flexing his chest on the fly machine and made up my mind. This was the day I would do it to him. It was a Saturday morning at the health club and he was the only other man there. I had seen him before many times. But usually after work, when our downtown club was crowded with the other desk jockeys. Saturday morning was the quiet time. Often I had the place all to myself, the only one venturing downtown for a weekend workout. But he was here today and it was my opportunity.

I should mention that I am technically "straight". That is, I have never had any real sexual encounter with another guy. But I can spot an attractive man. And I have a particular fascination with penis size. I think this stems from the fact that I happen to be very well endowed myself. Ever since I entered puberty and realized my own dick was growing to huge proportions, I have been obsessed with the subject. Fully soft I hang about 7 inches and frequently sport a semi in the locker room that hangs even a couple inches longer. I also happen to be short, about 5'5", which especially accentuates the size. I'm nicely muscled and have been told I'm cute. My secret pleasure at the gym is being looked at and looking at others. I always check them out and take note of their size.

He was tallish-not real tall, but like 5'11", maybe 6 foot. Sandy hair, brown eyes in a handsome face. A nice body, no bodybuilder but well-muscled and hard, a broad , smooth chest and a tight, flat stomach. Late 20s-ish, like me. And a little nub of a dick. You know the type, a little head and maybe an inch or so of shaft just jutting out proudly from his groin. Unlike a lot of small hung men, he didn't seem especially self conscious about it. Didn't keep a towel wrapped tightly around him all the time and grab it immediately after stepping out of the shower. But I have caught him a couple of times stealing a perhaps wistful glance at my low hanging dick, the dick which was probably considerably larger soft than he was with his strongest hard on. And those times he did seem to grab for his towel a little more quickly.

Today we finished up our workouts about the same time and made our way to the locker room. Still just the two of us. He entered the shower first. I followed shortly after, stepping in with my dick swinging as usual. I chose the shower head on the far side, directly across from him. He was beginning to lather his broad chest, his little dick poking defiantly down below. Here goes, I thought, and turned my back to him as I began to lather myself.

Soon I knew it was working. As I soaped my dick I could feel it shrink in my hands, shriveling up. Tightening into a stubby little nub. I glanced over my shoulder at him. His back was to me now as he lathered his hair. Then I heard him gasp a little, then moan softly, and murmur, "Oh God." His buttocks tightened a bit. I knew what was happening. For the first time in his life he was feeling the pure pleasure of a jet of water pulsating and cascading down a long, thick slab of hanging cockflesh. He looked down and exclaimed, "Jesus!" as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I turned around.

"What's the matter, I asked?"

"I . . . I don't know." He turned, arms outstretched. There, hanging below his tight abs, where before there had been a jutting nub, was the pendulous, fleshy dick. My dick. And I sported his little, stubby prick.

He said, "Hey, aren't you the guy with the huge donkey schlong? What happened to that?"

I said, "It's yours. For today. We switched."

I guess I should explain. You see, we men who are very well endowed possess a special power. We have the ability to exchange our dicks with other men for periods of up to 24 hours, giving them to see how the other 1 percent live. You have probably never heard of this before. It's a closely guarded secret. You can imagine how we would be constantly pestered if other men knew we could do this. (There are, however, underground rumors of guys who basically make a living renting their dicks out!)

I had only done this once before. With my college roommate. He was always amazed by the size of my dick so I let him borrow it one night to try on his girlfriend. His dick was about 7 inches hard and hung 3 or 4 soft, so the difference was not quite as weird for me as trying on this guy's dick was. My roommate's dick just reminded me of being 13 again. But I couldn't remember ever having one this small. It felt like I had nothing between my legs at all.

"This is amazing," my new friend was saying, "damn, I can feel it swinging between my legs. I can actually feel this dick hanging off me."

"I guess it must feel quite a bit different for you. I'm Charles, by the way." "What? Oh, I'm Jeff," he said.

"Come here, Jeff, I want to show you something." I led him over to the whirlpool and we both got in. "Right here," I said, "Stand in this spot and let the jet blow on it." He followed my instructions and let out a moan of pleasure.

"Oh God. That feels amazing. I can feel it pushing and pulling at this big hanging dick. It's almost like it's sucking it. God, I never felt anything like this before."

"I can see why," I said. I was standing near a jet myself and could barely feel anything on the little nub dick. Just a tickle. "You never had anything to feel it with before."

"Shit, this is amazing. I can feel it being stroked and caressed by the water. The damn thing is getting bigger." I could see through the bubbling water that he was getting a hard on. I got up out of the tub and stood, just watching him enjoy these sensations that were intensely new to him. As I watched, I suddenly realized that my own little dick was now rock hard. It amazed me how quickly it went from soft to hard. My big dick gets completely hard, but it takes a lot of blood flow to get it there and it goes through several stages of flexible, semi-erection along the way. But this little prick just shot up to full hardness. It stood sticking straight out probably about 4 and half inches, maybe close to 5. I stroked it with a couple of fingers. It felt so strange and tiny in my hands.

Jeff was fully hard by now. He stood up out of the tub. Hanging heavy from his groin was that stiff, downward curving banana I knew so well. It's full length just under 11 inches, 6 inches around the shaft, 7 around at the base. He walked and felt it jounce and tug at his groin.

"Shit, this is just the most incredible thing," he said. "I finally know what it feels like to have a real dick!" He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself in disbelief. "God damn. This is just amazing." He grabbed it in both big hands. "Jesus, I can put both hands on it. And there's still some left over." He stroked it and fumbled with it, muttering over and over about how amazing it was.

"I have to remind you it's just temporary," I said. "It comes back to me at midnight tonight. But I thought you would appreciate the chance to know what it feels like." "Man, I sure do. What can I ever do to thank you for this?"

"Well, there is one thing. This is a different experience for me too and I am curious. What makes a little dick like this feel good?"

"I'll show you one thing," he said, "I mean, I don't usually do this kind of thing for other guys, but this is a very special situation." He knelt before my, my big dick still bobbing mightily between his legs. He took the hard little prick into his mouth, totally engulfing it. A new wave of pleasure swept over me. This was the one real delight I could never experience with my own dick. No one had ever been able to swallow the whole thing. And especially not with room left in their mouth to flick and tickle it with the tongue. I wondered for a second, Is this really a gay experience? I mean, is it gay sex to be having another man suck a dick that's not really your own? But I quickly gave up these philosophical musings to surrender to the total experience of having my whole dick surrounded by a warm wet mouth. It wasn't long before I came with a frightening intensity. When I started to cum, I jerked the little prick out of his mouth and grasped it with three fingers, pumping the hot jizz from this tiny volcano onto his broad chest.

He collapsed backward onto his hands. "There," he smiled, "you see, having a little one isn't all bad."

Then I showed him how to play with a big one. I taught him my methods of using both hands to stroke the wide, long shaft. How you could alternate between slow, long strokes with one hand on top of the other and short quick ones with the hands on either side. I watched him play with the new toy, experiencing it's awesome size, until he came in a massive flood.

We showered and got dressed. For the first time in his life, Jeff experienced what it was like to try to stuff a 7 inch soft penis into tight white briefs. I explained that this was the reason I always wear boxers and suggested that he "go commando" if he wanted to get the full effect. He pulled on his khakis without underwear and walked around a little. "Yeah, that feels much better. It's amazing, I can still feel the damn thing hanging and swinging down there. I told him we could do whatever he wanted to have fun with his new appendage, but that the one condition was that I accompany him on his adventures. After all, that was my dick he was carrying around.

Our first stop was another gym. Jeff wanted to experience what it was like to strut around a locker room with a penis that was the envy of every other man. I had a membership in the suburban Y which tended to be crowded on weekends, so we went there, had a light workout, and showered up. Jeff got to strut and be gawked at and I had the unique experience of being the smallest guy in the shower. Afterwards we swung through the mall so Jeff could put on similar "performances" at the urinals in public restrooms.

David couldn't help the feeling of excitement that pulsed through his body. Finally he was on his way to Bear Creek Park. He was driving along Interstate 20 in his red Pathfinder with Ashley, his beautiful blonde girlfriend, sitting beside him. Yes, she was very beautiful, but he wasn't too bad himself, 6 ft tall with dark brown hair, hazelnut eyes and a swimmers build. He couldn't believe that his parents were actually letting him go. Of course, he had lied to them and said that he was going with some other friends; he knew that they would not approve of him and Ashley camping out in the wilderness together. His parents were afraid that he and Ashley would be doing exactly David had been expecting to do. They had been together for 2 years now; this would be the perfect occasion for them to "prove their love."

As David drove, he looked at Ashley. He loved her soft, creamy skin and her deep blue eyes. He looked at her big voluptuous breasts. He loved those too. Many nights he imagined that he was licking them as he jacked off. Fucking her was going to be so good. He couldn't wait to penetrate her tight cunt with his fat cock. Slowly he would slide it inside her. It would be warm and moist. She would cry out in pain, his cock too big for her virgin hole. He would tell her to shut up and begin to pound her hole harder and faster. With each thrust she would groan in pain and eventually in pleasure. She would take his meat, and love it, worship it. He would fuck her every night out underneath the stars. She would finally be his.

David awoke from his day dream. He knew that he would never hurt Ashley like that, it was just a fantasy that he had stuck in his mind. He turned his concentration to the road, trying to get rid of his hard on.

They drove for three more hours and finally arrived at the park. They found a perfect spot to set up camp. They hitched their tent in a clearing in the trees at the top of a hill overlooking Deer Meadow lake. After their camp was all set up, they went on a walk through the forest holding hands. It wasn't long before they were up against a tree kissing. They slowly made their way onto the forest floor and began to role around. David had taken off Ashley's shirt and unhooked her bra. He kissed all around her nipples and made his way up to her neck. As David sucked on her neck, Ashley slowly fought him off, "No, David! Let's go back to the tent." David couldn't believe it. He was all ready to go, and now she wanted to go back to the tent. He wasn't too bothered though, he knew what they would be doing when they got back.

By the time they made it back to the tent, it was dark out and the full moon was up in the sky. They stripped off their clothes and made love in the moon light. It was everything David had hoped it would be, and as he drifted off to sleep he thought to himself, "I'm finally a man."

David awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He had had a terrible nightmare, but he couldn't remember what it was. He needed to us the bathroom and wanted to splash some cold water on his face. He made his way towards the camping facilities that were near by. After five minutes of walking, David realized that he had walked the wrong way. The outhouse was nowhere to be seen. He decided to return back to the camp site and try again. He turned around and began to walk back in the direction that he came. After five more minutes of walking he realized that he was lost. He didn't know what to do. He walked around some more, searching for the hill, the lake, or anything else he could recognize.

David stopped dead in his tracks. He could see two eyes peering at him through the forest. He couldn't make out what it was. He slowly backed away from the animal, and the eyes seemed to disappear. David breathed a sigh of relief; he turned around and there in front of him was a creature that he had never seen before. It looked like a wolf of some kind only it was much larger. David tried to flee from the creature, but it jumped up on him, knocking him onto his back. The animal stood on top of David and sniffed his face. David could see that it was trying to sense something about him, but what, he did not know. The wolf slowly moved down his body sniffing his neck then his chest moving down to his stomach. It came to a stop at his crotch. The animal stuck its nose inside the leg of David's boxer shorts and begin to sniff David's asshole. David was petrified. He decided to let this thing do whatever it wanted to do; it appeared as though it didn't want to hurt him.

The animal continued to smell David's asshole. It then began to lick his hole drenching it in it's lubricating saliva. The creature's tongue tickled David's hole, and he began to squirm. The creature lifted its snout out from inside David's boxers and growled at him as if to say, "stop moving." Then the animal grabbed onto the boxers with its powerful jaws and ripped them off with one quick tug. David lay naked in front of the creature, shaking with fright.

At this point, David first noticed the creature's enormous genitalia. Each of its balls were at least the size of a soft ball and as David looked at them, he could see the enormous cock coming out from hiding. The cock was long, maybe 13 in. and very thick. As the pink cock grew in front of him, David realized what would happen next. He began to squirm around, trying to get free. The animal wrapped its jaws around David's neck and slowly began to squeeze. David stopped moving at once, and the animal relaxed its jaws. David couldn't believe it; he was about to get raped by some type of wolf in the middle of the woods.

As David lie on the ground quivering, the wolf positioned itself in front of his ass. Slowly the animal placed its pink mushroom head at the entrance of David's hole and began to push in. David cried in pain as his tight hole was stretched out by the creature's cock. Inch after inch the creature pushed in. Tears ran down David's face and he began to scream. The animal squeezed his neck tighter, cutting off his air supply. He blacked out. He awoke a few minutes later.

Chapter One

Emma walked across the parking lot to her silver Honda like she did every Thursday afternoon after cheerleading practice. This Thursday however, seemed much different than most of the others. For starters, cheer practice had let out a lot later than normal and it was dark outside.

Emma sniffled a little and wiped her eyes.

"You are Emma Stubblefield and you are a strong independent woman that any guy would be happy to have." She coached aloud to herself.

Her blond hair was very messed up, her makeup was running down her face from having spent time crying.

"No boy is going to get to me." She told herself.

She stopped walking, darted her eyes back and forth and carefully listened to her surroundings. She could hear someone's footsteps from behind her.

She turned around.

"Is someone there?" She asked looking back and forth across the gymnasium parking lot. "I have pepper spray!"

Emma could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. She turned back around and began to speedwalk towards her car.

She could feel someone getting closer and closer to her. She kept up her pace until she felt someone grab her arm and place a really tight grip on it.

She spun around and was face to face with a guy about her age. He was wearing a CT Rice High School football letterman jacket. He had a very muscular build that was from all of the time he spent at the gym working out.

He reached up and brushed a hand through his dark brown hair. His blue eyes looking at Emma the whole time.

"I have been trying to find you babe." He told her.

She violently jerked his arm away from him.

"Don't call me babe anymore." She snapped at him. "I can't believe you Brandon."

"I came to apologize to you Emma." He tried to reason with her. "Please try to hear me out."

"There is nothing that you have to say that I want to hear."

She started walking again, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Please just forgive me Emma. I can't live without you." He pleaded. "She didn't mean nothing to me."

Emma gave Brandon a cold hard stare.

"You are a piece of crap Brandon. You slept with my bestfriend. Don't tell me it was an accident either." Emma cried. "I loved you and I would give you anything except for the one thing you wanted."

Brandon got down on his knees and grabbed Emma's right hand and started kissing it. He knew he had screwed up and now that he realized it, it was probably too late. He was about to loose the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"Please forgive me." He begged.

She jerked her hand away from him.

"You are pathetic Brandon!" Emma was growing furious with him. "Why don't you go find Ashley. You and her seem to be very fond of each other now days."

He grabbed her hand once more. She jerked away from him and pushed him backwards onto the concrete.

She ran to her car, got in and slammed the door shut. She slammed the palms of her hands against the steering wheel and began to sob.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to her right to see a strange girl about her age sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

"Who are you?" Emma asked.

"I'm a friend." The girl smiled a reassuring smile at Emma. "My name is Leigh by the way."

"Do I know you?" Emma asked in between sobs.

"No, but you will." Leigh reached for her seat belt. "Buckle up sweetie and we will go back to my place and get everything all squared away."

Kyle stood above the swimming pool, wearing nothing but his yellow and black speedos issued to all of the swim team members by their coach at the beginning of the year. In his right hand he was holding up a stop watch, watching the time intently while also watching the figure swimming at the bottom of the swimming pool.

He had been standing in the same spot for sometime and was shifting his weight from one side of his body to the other.

He watched as the figure swam closer and closer to the top of the water.

Kyle pressed the stop button on the stop watch just as Sebastain surfaced. He shook his head, shaking water from his mop of light brown hair.

"Dude, what was my time?" Sebastain asked Kyle.

Kyle looked down at he stop watch, looked at Sebastian and then looked at the clock hanging at the end of the pool.

"This can't be right."

Sebastain got of of the water and walked over to where Kyle was standing.

"What can't be right Kyle?" He asked.

"Your time." He replied. "It shows that you were under there for fifteen minutes and fourty-five seconds. That's humaningly impossibly."

Sebastain looked at Kyle. "Is humanigly even a word?"

"What time was it when you went under the water?" Kyle asked.

"A quarter til seven." Sebastain replied. "Why?"

Kyle motioned with his head towards the clock. "Look at the time."

Sebastain looked at the time and saw that it was now a couple minutes after seven.

"I don't know how you did that, but you are going to haveto show me all of your little secrets and we will be unstoppable this year at the meets." Kyle stated.

"I don't even know how I did it Kyle." Sebastain told him. "I've always enjoyed swimming and being in the water and all, but here lately things have just been freaky."

Kyle looked Sebastain up and down. He startled Sebastain when he reached out and ran his had across Sebastain's bare chest.

He gave Kyle a puzzled look. "Sorry buddy, but I don't swing that way. I think you got me confused with my cousin."

Kyle took his hand off Sebastain's chest and ran it through his hair. "You aren't even wet anymore."

Sebastain just shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno man. Lets just get to the showers and get this chlorine washed off."

"I think I will sit this one out. I'm dry already and just want to get home." Kyle told Sebastain.

"But you still have the clorine on you from being in the water earlier." Sebastain argued.

"So."

Sebastain motioned at the pool with his right hand. "Why don't you just take a shower with the big tub of clorine then?" He laughed and put his hand to his side.

The center of the pool started whirling around. The lights in the gym blinked on and off, followed by a huge wave of water coming up out of the center of the pool. The wave knocked both the guys over and flooded the pool deck and bleachers.

Kyle looked at Sebastain. "What was that?"

Ashley sat crossed legged on her bed. Her right hand was resting on a pillow. Her best friend Jessica had a manicure set laid out of Ashley's bed doing her nails.

"What is wrong with you?" Jessica and Ashley had been friends for several years now and Jessica could always tell when something was wrong with her friend.

Ashley took a deep breath and looked at Jessica.

"Have you ever done anything that you know that you should feel bad about, but don't actually feel bad about?"

"I can't say I have." Jessica picked up the nail file and filed the tips of Ashley's fingernails. "If I do something that I should feel bad about then more than likely I will feel bad about it. Kinda like the time I took my mom's car without her permission and wrecked it. Kyle told her that he did it. I felt horrible and eventually confessed that it was me that did it."

Ashley closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She took a deep breath.

"I cheated on Jason." Ashley told Jessica.

Jessica dropped the nail file. She was shocked from what she was hearing. Just a few days ago Ashley was talking about how much she was in love with Jason and could see herself spending the rest of her life with him.

"Did I hear you right?"

Ashley nodded her head.

"The other day after cheer practice, Sebastain had the car and forgot to come pick me up. Emma volunteered Brandon to give me a ride home. He dropped Emma off first since he lives so close to here. We were talking on the way back and he was complaining about how he and Emma had been together for two years and they had never done it before. He said that she didn't believe in premariatal sex. Needless to say, he came back to my house and one thing led to another." Ashley confessed.

"What are you going to do?" Jessica asked not really wanting to get involved in the situation.

She and Ashley were bestfriends, but were total opposites. Sometimes she felt as if Ashley had no conscience and didn't care who she hurt to get whatever she wanted.

The chorus of Someone like you began to play:

Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you too Don't forget me, I begged I remember you said, "Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, " Yeah

Ashley got up from her bed and made her way over to her computer desk where her I-Phone was charging. She looked at the screen to see who was calling her. She hesitated for a moment after seeing that it was Brandon calling her.

"What do you want?" She answered angrily.

"Can we talk about what happened?" He asked.

Ashley wanted to talk to Brandon, but she didn't want to talk to him. She took unplugged her phone from the charger, walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Jessica.

"Its Brandon." She whispered. "I'm putting him on speaker."

The young Lord Burke Barton was very bored. It was, of course, exciting to be in the same room as the king, he guessed. Not to cheapen that fact, but he had just sat at the king's table the night before during the New Moon's Feast. There had been singers and jugglers and acrobats and girls. So many girls. And food. He started to reminisce about the serving wench from last night--the one he had bid come back to his room. Untying her bodice, kissing her breasts. She had run her soft hands all over his chest. They had felt like warm feathers when she had moved down and reached for his cock. Girls did not have such silky smooth hands in the highlands. Burke made himself stop when he realized remembering was making him hard. He was wearing his tight pants after all.

The High Council had started with a promising enough topic. The centaurs. Nature's abominations. There had been skirmishes in the highlands in the southwest, and the young Lord Barton had been excited at the prospect of a retaliatory force. Even this excitement was to sour though when, as Lady Anwa Blue put it, cooler heads prevailed. Instead it was decided that a diplomatic party would be dispatched to parley with the centaur caliph. Which meant, of course, more talk. Burke prayed quietly to the Sun King he would have no part in that.

For a while, Burke had lost himself in the stained glass mosaic in the ceiling above them all. There was a narrow pane at the top of it. A glorious gold and silver crown studded with five kinds of jewels. Burke could only name the ruby. Below was the bulk of the window showing a bright, burning sun. There were entangling spirals of oranges and yellows and reds coming off the mass. It almost look liked these swirls danced when clouds passed above covering and revealing the actual sunlight that shown through. At the bottom was a final narrow panel, here though it was an arc of the moon with black and stars above it. And then Burke Barton felt it for the first time.

He was not sitting at the table with the actual council. He was just an invited guest meant to observe. Two of the Kingsguard stood to his left at attention on either side of the door. On his right, two of Predicant Canton's acolytes sat in chairs like his own. None of them could have done it. None of them could have touched his ankle without him having seen it. Even if his head was thrown back to stare at the glass in the ceiling.

Then he felt it again--a cold grip just above his knee now. He could tell it was cold even through his pants. Burke shook his leg like it had fallen asleep. This only seemed to slide the gripping thing farther toward his crotch. And then, it felt like his balls had been dipped in ice water. A loud and desperate gasp escaped from him as he gripped the sides of his chair to keep from sliding down the front of it.

Predicant Canton had been going on about some drought and how it was obviously punishment for blasphemies in the Eastern provinces. But Burke's outburst had stolen the attention of the King and all his advisors. Lady Anwah who he was sure had been undressing him with her eyes earlier now looked at him like he was the king's fool, a patient smile stuck on her face. Canton gave him an old man's scowl and the King, well the king looked like he was about to laugh. His Uncle, Lord Archer Notney did not turn around. Canton still managed to frown even as he spoke. "Perhpas the young Bread Lord has some insight into the drought. You have our attention. Please share your thoughts."

Burke hated being called the Bread Lord. He didn't care about farming at all. He wanted to be a Warlord like his uncle. If he never again walked through the miles of wheat fields that were his birthright, that would be fine with him. "No. I have, um, nothing to say. My leg was asleep is all. Sorry Your Excellency"

The old pontiff rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. I'm sure it was just your leg that was asleep." The acolytes next to Burke sniggered at that. Burke guessed they were both about 10 or so, and wondered at what age it was the Brotherhood took away their balls. He wondered how Canton had escaped that fate. Canton the Whole he was called, but never to his face. Suddenly Burke was afraid the old man had been right. Burke had been asleep and just dreamed the whole thing. No, not afraid--relieved he'd only dreamed it.

But then he felt it again. It crawled on many legs over his cock, under his tunic. It was caressing his stomach, tracing the definition of each abdominal muscle. It felt like the coldest skin against his own. When he looked down, though, his tunic still fell flat against the front of his body.

The invisible hands moved up his muscled sides, over his young defined chest, stopping at each nipple just long enough to get it hard and sensitive. Burke grabbed the sides of the chair even more firmly now. His knuckles and small joints started to hurt from the strain. And then the phantom hands reached under his armpits. Sun in the sky, it was tickling him!

The Lord Barton prayed silently no one was watching him then. His cheeks were bulging with laughter held in. They escaped through his tear ducts. Tears streamed down his puffed out cheeks, while he gripped the sides of his chair even harder to avoid squirming. He tried with a determined desperation to listen carefully to what Lady Ahnwa was droning on about now. Something about how much relief the crown could afford to send the Eastern provinces. The Predicant insisted they send none until those lords and governors repented for the human sacrifices they gave to the false god, Modor the Sky Breaker. "Human sacrifices! Imagine!" Canton almost shouted.

Burke considered the night before. He had heard of the diseases wenches could spread. Was this one of those? It wasn't exactly a case of warts or puss though. It must be a trick. That was it! Someone in the room was playing a trick on him. But who? And how?

I´m dying, but to my relief i couldn´t feel the fire anymore. i was in what used to be my first home, but all memories was long gone, by the fires killing me, made by a psycho named MindBlow, just because i didn´t love him, but first i´m going to tell you my story to this point. My name is jonathan, i´m 5´7 long good built but not very tanned, thats because i live in sweden im 13 years old. i´m gay but to my surprize also i´m a mutant, i can change ALL biological matter in my own body and others. it al started when my foster dad died 2 months before my birthday, on his funeral i got so sad that all the trees and grass turned black to match my sadness, like i´ve seen on television all the people became a mob except my foster family who didn´t know what to do ,so i ran to the nearest busstation and took a bus home.(thats 34 miles, my foster dad and foster mom is´nt married anymore but they are really good friends) when i got home i packed my stuff, took all my money and credit cards and left, we or i now live in a not too big city so the chance that i´d be found wouldnt be too big.

3 months later i was in stochholm, the swedish capital city, i had found some friends here too, there was Manne his mutation made him really smart and able to enter any technological device and make it do what he wants, and there was Emma-helena who could control water and electricity (lethal combo but she had very good control) and then there was Isak who could make himself hard as diamond but he had no mind then except being able to see his surroundings, we lived in the sewers and we were like a family except Manne and isak was dating, but Emma almost became like a sister to me. One day in january (it was freezing like hell) we saw a guy in the middle of the night fighting a lady (all blue and scaly) then he closed his fists and out of his knouckles came three long claws and then he charged the blue lady yelling "your Not taking these kids mystique" "HA, you can´t even remember who you are wolverine" her voice had a strange feel to it, like there was MANY people talking at once, it made me shiver. but because he mas helping us(i think) i helped him by really consentrating and made every little living thing in the area stuck to her making her slower. "i thought the kids were here" wolverine said making me jump where i stood, "if your going to help me then stay in the shadows, but if anyone has an offensiv ability then you could join the party" i just stood there when Emma made herself look younger (it´s not her ability but her makeup experience she had since she had a home) then she slowly went out her hiding spot and stood beside wolverine. "HA, how could a ten year old attack me and survive. (emma was actually 15 but because she was not very long + her Makeup exp. she looks like a ten year old) "you don´t know who you mess with" Emma said while making a wall of water behind Mystique and sending her a `thunder Bolt` sending her back into the water and electrocuting her bad. "thanks kid" wolverine said "do any of you have telekenisis?" "no, but i can move bio, mass but only when they are willingly agreeing or unconcius" i said "that´ll work, the professor will be here soon and give your biggest chance of a normal life if you agree to the terms" i just stood there, he had went from a beast to a normal human in seconds (not a real beast, but a frienzied human) plus he was RIPPLED, his arms and legs was the only thing i could see in this hour but, man he looked good. then i heard a weelchair behind us so i turned around and saw a bald man (in the weelchair) and a black woman whith snow white hair, then the most weirdest thing in my life (to this point) happend. Hello, jonathan i heard him but he hav´nt even moved his mouth, plus he know my name. "who are you" i said "My name is Charles xavier, this is ororo (he pointed to the white haired woman) and logan or wolverine you´ve already met" then Isak said something making me drop my mouth. "how do you know my name" "mine to" Manne chimed in i´m a telepath, and quite strong in my ability, i must say "there you did it a gain, or actually DIDN`T" Emma said "He´s a telepath, remember" Manne said "oh right" then i remembered what Logan/Wolverine said "whats up with the `chance of your life offer` " i said "what logan told you is that i´m offering you a chance to graduate school and to be able to control your abilities to the fullest"

After a while of discussing with the others we came up to we should go with the professor for safety.The professor had a personal jet that would take us to his school. But when i was supposed to move Mystique, she was gone. Seven hours later it was still night but we were in america, new york actually and Emma was totally flipped out, she loved american shoes and clothes. On the plane the professor asked if he could enter our minds and see just how powerfull we are, he started with Isak and after a minuet he said that with trainging he could move around in his diamond `mode´, Isak got really happy, then it was Manne next, just like before, the professor came back after a minuet and said that he could even enter a computer and he could even make other persons enter tech,devices with him then it was Emma next, he said that Emma could actually control fire and metall also but she had blocked it out,(her dad died in a car accident where her dads car exploded and the metall in the car stuck to him) Then it mas my turn and it felt like going under water, then i felt my body turn around in nothing then i was back. "Unbelieavable, you can actually take life and make it your own, you can make all life within a hundred feet do whatever you want but, thank god, blocked it out, but the most amazing thing is, i know your parents" "what, thats not possible, his family has been in sweden for generations" Emma said "Emma, i hav´nt told you YET but im adopted, those where my foster family" "oh, i´m sorry jonathan, i´m such big mouthed some times( Emma was very protective for me) "your real parents are actualy teachers of the school were going to." after that the whole jurney was quiet and a bit annoying as the white haired woman wanted to tell me about them, but i wanted them to talk about themself. after we landed the professor told me he had just talked to my mother and that she was coming. I just got out of the jet and i saw this red haired woman coming to me, with tears in her eyes. I felt like i´ve seen her before. I smiled and then she ran to me and hugged me. "oh jonathan, thats so cute" Emma said

we went up to a large dining room and i and my mom talked a bit, i learned that her name was Jean Gray, that she was telekinetic and telepathic, and that right now my dad was in australia, his name was scott summers, i learned of his power and his handicap, while my mom learned that i´m gay (she took it really good, i think its because i can change my body) my powers and my block, i could see her tense up with the life stealing thing, but she took it very good, she told me about her life as a teacher and doctor, and i told her about my life in sweden, the temperature changed really much on a 6 month scale, -100 on the winter and +100 on the summer, how life was in the sewers, and my life in total, then it was time for me to sleep(it was 4am)