Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2014 22:50:52 +0000
From: Leo G. <leo2895@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mutant on the Road: Chapter 1. Through the Purple Looking-Glass pt.1

I don't own Marvel or any of the characters within this story and claim no
rights to them, nor am I suggesting anything about the characters that are
mentioned in this story or their sexual orientation within the Marvel
Comics.

This story contains, or will in the future, contain violence and
incest. All of which are considerable sensible subjects, so if you do not
feel comfortable reading about it, I suggest you to NOT read this story.

The plot of "Mutant on the Road" takes place some time after the ending of
AvX. This is my first story on Nifty, so I Hope I don't to anything
wrong... Well, here it goes!

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Mutant on the Road

Chapter 1: Through the Purple Looking-Glass pt.1

Hello there. I'm Gustavo (or people call me Gus)... You see, I am a regular
guy, or I was. The thing is, I never wanted any of this. I never, wanted to
be this, I was never given the choice. This is kind of my story. So, the
second thing you should now about me is that I'm not a hero. The First? I'm
also not a good person.

For all of my life it always seemed like I didn't belong. When I was
fourteen my mother and I flew from Brazil and came to Canada, she opened a
big restaurant with a friend, and got really good reviews. I was always the
top student in class, I had some friends, and almost a beard by the time I
was fifteen. On my late sixteens I just stopped caring about it and became
the strange dude with a stubble short beard in school. One or another
youngster always looked weird at me, but it was ok. I actually liked that I
looked older than the rest of my colleagues. As my chest was also kind of
hairy, I never used a V neck in my life. I was still embarrassed by
that. God, I was such a dork.

It was the beginning of my Senior year. If I remember well it was a Sunday
or Saturday. This little light came. I was watching TV. It was a reprise of
some of the CSI, San Diego, or some shit like that. And this little red
flame appeared in front of me, like a fire butterfly. It was
beautiful. Everything went white. I woke up on the floor at 4 am when my
mother came home and found me in the floor, sweeting like a pig and shaking
with fever. She took me to the hospital. They've made some tests and then
discovered... I was a mutant. I spent the next two weeks in my room.

You see, that was bullshit. They told us. The X-Men, before they started
fighting with each other and blowing things up, they told that there were
only some mutants, two hundred and something, that all others lost their
powers. That there wouldn't be new mutants. They told the world that they
were an endangered species. They lied. And what would I do now? Should I
tell my friends? My boyfriend? Would I have to go to one of those fucking
mutant schools? I don't want this, this life, this fucking powers, all I
wanted to be was normal again. But you see, in two fucking weeks in my
room. I tried, I tried so much, a lot. But I couldn't do anything. I didn't
set my papers on fire, I didn't fly. I didn't turn invisible or moved
anything with my mind. My skin was the same light olive brown tone, my eyes
were still dark green, and I was still not in the best physical form. Maybe
that was true. Maybe, even with the mutie gene, nothing would change for
me.

When my mother was leaving for work in the afternoon I asked if Bobby could
come over. She said yes, but that he shouldn't spent the night. I laughed
for the first time in the two weeks that had passed and said it was ok. She
kissed me on the forehead and said everything would be fine. My mother was
one of the most amazing brave women I have ever knew. And I hated to lie to
her, but I'm pretty sure she always knew when I lied to her. She just
didn't care, cause she always trusted in me. I felt like things would come
back to normal... I did say I was a dork, right?

Well, I thing you should know about Bobby, when I got into school, he was
the first one to talk to me. I was lunch, I was scared and didn't speak
English very well. He looked me with those big black eyes and asked: "Do
you have any friends?", and waited until I made sure I would pronounce the
words right in my head, it was like he didn't even blink, I said: "I don't
think so". He laughed, looked into the ground, he looked back at me, he was
starting to get red (which was really visible cause he was really white),
"I'll be your friend until you get some better ones" He said. Since then,
he never left my side. We started dating last year, in six months his
parents and my mother knew about us. She really liked him.

I didn't talk to him since that night. My mother called school and said I
was sick, her doctor friend gave me a fifteen days excuse for
"psychological distress" or something like that. I didn't talk to anybody,
but it was him I missed the most. There was more than a hundred messages
and fourty missed calls. My heart was aching in pain cause he could be
thinking I didn't liked him anymore, but it had nothing to do with him. I
didn't even read the texts cause it would only hurt me, so I only texted
him: "Can u come over?", "On my way" he said.

He knocked on the door ten minutes later, he never liked to ring the
bell. We talked, a lot. I always felt like I could talk about everything
with him, and this time, it wasn't different. He told me it would be
alright, and that he would still love me, with thorns and a tail and green
skin. I just froze.

_ Sorry - He said - I'm sorry, I know we talked about it, but... These
couple of weeks, without you, I just... I always knew, and now... You don't
have to say it back. But I do. I love you, Gus.

_ It's okay, - I responded, and looked at the floor - I... I... I think
I...

_ It's Okay - he said - you don't have to say it back. I know it's hard for
you, and you're scared right now, and you're feeling confused and lost. But
hey. It's Okay.

We were sitting in the living room floor with a couple of beers. He came
over and kissed me. I pulled him onto me. And we started making out. I felt
myself getting really hard, as he was over my body, kissing me, I felt he
was as hard as me. He stopped kissing me, and sit over my body. His ass was
right above my erection and he started pulling my shirt over. He played
with my hair chest, and then took his shirt off. Bobby was really white,
with the most dark eyes I have seem, his hair was black, straight and
smooth, he kept it long, almost at his shoulders. We were breathing
heavily, he leaned over and kissed me. His hands on my chest as his hip
were moving back and forth.

_ Do you want it? - I asked looking into his eyes, with my hand on his
face, that was really near mine.

_ yeah. - He said getting out of me and pulling my shorts off. I was with a
white boxer and my cook was almost ripping through it. He looked kinda
surprised. I wasn't endowed with a "huge porn star dick", but I had a nice
7,5 inches down there. He pulled my boxers over, revealing my uncut cock,
which he took up steady and put on his mouth. It was amazing. He licked the
head and sucked it hard almost gagging. I closed my eyes and impulsively
put my hands on his head and forced him down while moving my hips, fucking
his beautiful mouth. I stopped and he looked at me, I stand over and kissed
him, for a really long time, I could taste my cock and pre-cum on his mouth
and it drove me crazy.

I violently pulled his shorts over, the button actually burst. His 5,9
inches dick was hard like a rock and when I pulled it into my mouth he
groaned. I sucked it all, until the base, licked it down until I got until
his hairless balls, they were small and didn't hang like mine, but I sucked
them and he let out a loud gasp, I moved my tongue around the balls as he
shivered. He was leaning on his back, and when I got out of his hip he
pulled me over for a long kiss.

_ Wanna go to my room? - I asked knowing the answer. I had thought we would
have had a couple of months ago and bought condoms and lube. We went up the
stairs holding hands, and as he was in front on me I could see that amazing
buttocks in front of me. We got into my room, and as soon as he turned over
to me, I kissed him while driving him into my bed. I pushed him over. I
kissed his nipples, played with them with my mouth while I stroke his cock,
I went down, kissing his chest, belly and sucked on his dick. He put his
hands on my head, but didn't force it, instead, he massaged my curly short
hair. I got into his balls, and he groaned again. He knew where I was
heading.

I pulled his legs up, exposing his pinky butthole. There were some dark
hairs around. I couldn't help myself. I just put my face in, licking,
sucking. He moaned and groaned. All of his body trembled. "Fuck! Gus!". He
said loudly, but with a short of breath. "Crap, this is really good". I
opened the drawer on my nightstand and pulled the lube. I stopped licking
and looked at Bobby. "You sure?" I asked again, to which he replied "Yeah,
go!" I put some lube on my middle finger and introduced it on his ass. He
groaned, but not from pleasure. "If you want, we can stop" I said, but he
wanted it "Go on, put another" he said looking at me with the intense dark
eyes. I put some more lube and the index finger with it. He groaned again
and started stroking his cock. I would make a back and forth movement with
my fingers while jerking myself with the left hand.

Some time after, he asked for another finger, and with the three fingers,
we knew he would be ok with my cock. "There we go" I said as I put my
fingers out and put the condom on. I put more lube in it and started
putting my cock on his asshole. I did it real slowly as he moaned. When It
was all in, I started jerking him off again. I stood there for some time,
so he could inure with my dick in there. I started to move little by
little. Right after we were already fucking. I was pounding his ass as we
kissed. I could feel his insides pressing on me. The pressure inside was
delightful, and then he started playing with my nipples. Pressing and
pushing them. It was driving me crazy and I fucked him even harder and
faster. I pulled him over to me, as I leaned on my back, he was on top of
me, going up and down.

_ Oh, shit! - He said, getting out and back. I knew he was looking at
someone. It was my mom, oh god, I was mortified.

I turned over, covering my genitalia, and started saying "Mom, this
isn't--". It wasn't my mom.

_ Oh, please! - Said the Man on my room's door. He was purple. There was a
purple man in my room. And he was wearing a fucking suit, and he had a
massive dick out. He was stroking it, while watching us. - Carry on... I'm
really digging the whole twin and a bear cub stuff.

And then I lose control. Bobby was all over me. Sucking, kissing, touching
me in all the right places. I couldn't control my own body, and I started
fucking him again. He was in all fours and I was fucking him like an
animal. I looked at the door. The Purple Man had a diabolical smile on his
face.