Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2010 05:25:27 -0600
From: PH
Subject: Wyatt's Peak - Chapter 1

Okay, this is my first submitted story and I hope it goes well. I'm a huge
fan of Charmed and really wanted to do this my way, (not that I have a
problem with other Charmed slash fiction), and focused it around my favorite
character, who I believe to be gay anyway seeing as he never mentioned any
interest in females during the show. Anyway, enough of my rambling, here's
my story. Hope you like it.

DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story all belong to the WB's Charmed,
created by Constance M. Burge.


Wyatt Matthew Halliwell is visited by a strange man who seems awfully
familiar as he's forced to revisit his childhood and all of the sexual
encounters it entails.

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Chapter 1


I've always been different. The moment I was conceived, I was to be the
Twice Blessed Child. Even while in my mother's womb, I had power...I was
feared. I could summon beings from the beyond, put up protective shields,
heal mortal wounds, and even switch the powers of those around me...without
even being born yet!

And now here I was twenty years later, standing in my mother's kitchen while
she chopped onions over the stove.

"Wyatt, honey," she told me as she turned her head in all directions looking
for something.

"Yeah, Mom," I respond.

"Could you, uh, get the cayenne pepper for me? I've seen to misplace it."

I smirked as the bottle of pepper sat right in front of her, disguised
between all of the other 101 spices she used during her cooking...and potion
making.

I walked across the little kitchen, my tall 6'3" body towering over my mom.
I reached for the pepper bottle and handed it to her with a slick smile on
my face that made my blue eyes sparkle.

"I saw that there," she defended as she took the pepper from my big hand and
lightly sprinkled some into the boiling pot.

"Suuure," I replied in my deep, smooth tone of voice. I rubbed my hand
through my long blond hair as I leaned against the counter crossing my arms,
afraid to bring up the subject that's been on my mind lately.

Mom stole a glance towards my direction, and upon seeing my distance gaze,
she stopped cooking for a second and asked, "What's bothering you now?"

Shrugging, I answered back coolly, "Nothing, Mom. I just- I have a lot on my
mind."

She raised an eyebrow, tilted her head, "Hmm," and continued cooking. I knew
perfectly well what that meant. She would just find out eventually or ask me
until I finally spilled.

But I couldn't tell her, not yet, not until I was sure myself. I stood up,
fully erect and excuse myself. "I think I'll head home now. I'm suddenly
swamped."

"Okay," she said testing her recipe with a wooden spoon, "Don't forget
Chris' graduation is tomorrow. Your still coming, right? Of course you are,
see you later."

I kissed my mom goodbye and thought of my apartment's bedroom. When I could
see it clearly in my mind's eye, I reached deep within me and imagined
myself orbing there. Swirls of white light surrounded me and my mom's
kitchen faded from view as my body became nothing but tiny orbs of light.

The orbs of light disappeared from the kitchen and reappeared in my
apartment's bedroom half way across town. The orbs settled down and formed
the shape of a 6'3" man, and then, finally I materialized. I looked around
my bedroom and noticed something was off.

When I had left, I had the outfit I was going to attend to my little brother
Chris' graduation laid across my bedspread. But now the shirt was missing.
My twenty plus years of magical experience kicked in and my senses instantly
went on alert.

At that moment, a figure appeared in my bedroom's doorway. A man. He was six
feet even, very muscular and had the most smooth ivory skin that seemed to
shine against his emerald green eyes. His brown hair was messy yet
maintained it's own uniquely spiked style. He wore dark pants that I've seen
more than once and MY dress shirt, fully unbuttoned on his bare chest. If it
weren't for the circumstances, I would of thought of him as the Adonis type.

But I knew he was no god, but the opposite. A demon. I lifted my hands
instinctively, tapping into my telekinetic ability, and sent him hurling
across my apartment's living room into the coffee table. I quickly exit my
room and stormed right up to demon who now lay on my apartment's carpet, in
a slight daze from his fall.

"What were you doing in my house," I demanded coolly. Over time, I developed
a sense of calm when dealing with demons. They knew who I was. They wouldn't
dare burst into my home, steal my clothes and not have a damn good reason
for doing it.

He looked up and smiled at me, "I love it when you do that."

I gasped. Yes, I actually gasped, like how they do in the movies when the
protagonist suddenly realizes something bad. I backed up slowly, memories of
my early childhood rushing back to me at full speed. I knew this demon.

He stood up, "Sorry about the shirt," he said cocking his head back. "I just
miss your scent sooo much." Although his words were charming, everything
about him was sinisterly cunning. Evil.

"Wh- Who are you," I stuttered, a rare habit for me...very rare.

"I think you know," the demon drew closer to me, close enough to reach out
and grab me. "You liked to call me Booman," he grinned.

As much as I wanted to vanquish him right then and there, I couldn't help
but think back to all of those years as a child.


It started as far back as I could remember. Whenever I was sleeping alone
(Chris was a crier and always woke me up so he slept in Mom and Dad's room
sometimes), I would hear strange sounds and see things in the shadow of my
room. I always thought it was the boogeyman. I drifted my five year old eyes
back to sleep, trying to forget the scary thoughts when I would wake up
suddenly, a man caressing me in his huge, muscular arms.

I screamed and then he disappeared, gone in a shimmer, as my parents burst
through the door to see what was wrong with me. This continued for years.
But as I grew more fond of his touch, I began to give in when I woke up to
his snug chest. I swear more than one time, he would touch me in places I
never explored myself. It felt weird...funny, but I never laughed. I just
pretended to be asleep as the boogeyman touched me down there...everywhere.
I had a little lisp and snagged tooth, so would sometimes wake-up, off-guard
and yell for the "booman" to go away.

When I turned 12 years old and hit puberty, the boogeyman would show up more
when I was sleeping alone, only now I was smart enough to know he was a
demon..or at least a figment of my imagination. My mind went back to that
one night....

I just turned 13 years old. I had my own room by then and loved it, until
that night. I remembered laying in my bed, unable to fall asleep when Booman
was suddenly laying behind me. I felt his big arm wrap around me and his leg
caress my skinny teenager limbs as he slowly moved his large, hard member on
my butt.

I was a little shocked at what it could be when he started to kiss my neck
and lick in my ear. He whispered softly, "Happy Birthday, my sweet Wyatt."
He then grabbed the covers over my body and yanked them off, revealing my
pajama bottoms and bare upper torso, I didn't like to sleep with a shirt on.
At this point, I was both, too scared and excited to do anything. He
continued to kiss my neck, but went down further. He then wrapped his tongue
around my nipple and moved his snaky hand over my pajama bottoms. I held my
breath.

He massaged my cock slowly as he worked my nipple with his arousing tongue
and for the first time ever, I wanted my Booman to stay with me forever. It
felt so good that I thought I was dying, was this was death felt like? No,
it was ecstasy. I grabbed his head with my hand and begged him to keep
going. But he stopped and looked at me with that devilish smile on his face.
He was such a tease.

He removed his hand from my bottoms and took off his shirt. His bare chest
and hard nipples shone in the moonlight, like two imposing guns pointing
directly at my face. He then went on to remove my pajama bottoms, my cock
growing to it's full 7 inches. He slid his hand under my cock and penetrated
a finger quickly in my virgin hole, making me squeal with pain. How did he
do that?

He must have been turned on by my squealing, because he grabbed the top of
my bare stomach and dragged me closer to him, his finger still in my hole.
My legs helplessly dangled on either side of him. He finally withdrew his
finger after wiggling it around and slid his pants off, he wasn't wearing
any type of underwear.

"I'm going to fuck your virgin ass so damn hard, Wyatt," he breathed into my
ear as he pressed his large 12" cock against my balls. I made a little
whimper, both because of the fact that I was scared and that he was hurting
my balls with his thick ass cock.

Never in my life had I felt so helpless, so powerless, but I wanted him to
hurt me. This was the only man in the world who touched me all over while I
was sleeping, watching me night after night, wanting me in every way
possible. In a weird way, I felt connected to him. "Take it," I said
breathlessly, not sure if I had really said that. "Please fuck me," I
reached up and tried to kiss him but he took his strong arms and pinned me
back down. Ooh, did I mention he was a tease. Even in the darkened room, I
could see his white grin.

And then without warning, he lifted my legs easily and found my whole with
those snaky fingers of his, spreading it, making me squeal again. He really
knew how to use those fingers of his.

"Oohhhh, Wyatt. I'm gonna fuck you so damn hard and deep, you'll be
screaming for more by the time I'm done with you," the demon then put his
thick cock up to my whole, I held my breath again and then he pushed the
whole 12 inches in altogether in one powerful thrust. I felt my asshole rip
with pain, followed by a more painful rip inside. His cock was thick and
destructive!

Before I could scream in protest, he clamped his hand over my mouth and
leaned down to lick my lips. "It's okay, my sweet Wyatt. Take it! Take it
all! Your being a good boy," he started to slowly pull his long cock out
half way, only to thrust it back in. The pain was instantly numbed as a
temporary rush of pleasure surged through my body making my cheeks blushed,
he knew I liked it. But soon after, I felt the pain.

"Just look at me," he instructed, "Want me more and the pain will stop."

He wrapped his arms under my head and started to kiss me passionately. I
kissed back and then he went crazy, driven by madness. He pumped his cock in
and out of my hole at an incredible speed. I could hear the sound of his
hips slapping into my ass cheeks. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! He was also
driving me crazy, I've never felt so good in my life! I went wild with
ecstasy, grabbing his brown hair, scratching his back, wrapping my legs over
his torso and allowing him in more. He loved my reaction, appreciated it and
rewarded me by going even deeper, if that were even possible.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh," I was squealing like a little girl, "Don't sto-p." He pulled
all of his 12 inches out with a POP and smiled at me. Did I mention how big
of a tease he was. And then....he slammed his cock into me, balls and all,
making me shudder with uncontrollable pain and pleasure.

"Yeah, my little sweet Wyatt," he licked into my ear as he plowed me down.
"That's a good boy. Take it all! Your my little slut boy, aren't you!?"

I wrapped my arms and legs around his muscular body and begged for him to
keep going. Finally he started to moan, and loudly.

"AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW," he moaned into my ear making something wet drip out of
my cock. "YYYYYYEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I'm coming, Wyatt. I'm gonna cum all inside
of your ass, boy. Then pull it out, cum over your precious body and make you
eat it!"

He went to town, pumping so fast, I thought I WAS going to die. And then
with a final thrust, deep into my ass, he burst out in the most
pleasure-filled moan I've ever heard in my life.
"AAAOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. YYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." I
heard a wet, sound as his cock became more slippery and started to fuck me
easier as his cum eased out all over my hole. He took his cock out and
placed his enormous member in front of me and continued to cum in large,
steady jets. A stream shot out so fast and hard, it made me jump. It landed
from my belly button all the way up to my chin.

Another stream of hot cum shot out and hit me dead in the face, forcing me
to close my eyes and mouth. But then he crawled forward on his knees and
forced his huge, wet cock head into my mouth and fucked my mouth, shooting
three more streams into my mouth. I almost choked on the salty stuff, it was
so much. He then withdrew his cock from my lips and smiled as a fountain of
cum escaped my mouth.

He rubbed his hand down my bare, cum-filled chest and said, "That's my
little Wyatt," and was gone. Just like that. He shimmered away and was gone.
I was alone again, left to tend to my sore ass and wet sheets.


I stood there, still in my living room, staring at the man that had his way
with me almost all of my life. He continued to grin and stepped closer, I
let him. He rubbed a hand over my chest, which was strongly poking out
through my tight shirt.

"Little Wyatt, you've grown so much. My big and strong man," he teased.
"This is going to be fun."

TO BE CONTINUED....

*** Thank you all for reading.