Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 11:11:17 -0500
From: EvilGenius638@netscape.net
Subject: Invisible: The Creation (Chapter 1)

Disclaimer:

This story contains references to sexual contact between
teenaged males. If you do not enjoy such stories, or it is
illegal to read such stories in your jurisdiction, please do
not continue reading. The following story is a work of
fiction.

Chapter 1: The Creation

CRASH! CRASH! SIZZLE! The walls shook as I ducked for cover.
I had been messing around with chemicals all Sunday
afternoon while my parents were out. I'd always been
interested in chemistry, ever since I'd first learned the
basics in 6th grade. Four years later, and I'm still into
it.

I crawled out from under the workbench to see the wreckage
of the room. I hope nobody heard the small explosions! My
basement was in shambles; shelves knocked over, paint
spattered all over the floor, boxes ripped with their
contents falling out. I looked down at the beaker of
chemicals I'd been mixing. Cesium, Amonia, liquid Hydrogen,
and Neon from my advanced chemistry set had been mixed in
the beaker...but it was then I noticed the beaker was gone.

I shook myself mentally, thinking I was seeing things. The
beaker was gone, but the solution was floating in a cone
shape on the bench...floating in midair! I reached my gloved
hand out to where the the neck of the beaker should be, and
wrapped my hands around something solid. I had created an
invisibility solution.

+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+

My parents got home around 7:00 P.M. When I greeted them, I
had to be careful not to show them my arm...or to not not
show them my arm. I had dripped some solution on it. During
the day, I had made five gallons of the potion, using all my
available chemicals. This wasn't easy, what with the
explosions and the not being able to see what you're doing.
I knew that in the future my mixture would be of use to
me...but I had only a faint concept of that.

Of course I had cleaned up the basement. My parents barely
ever went down there since they new I didn't like to be
disturbed while working. Even so, I hid the paint cans full
of solution under the workbench.

As for my arm, I knew that the solution wouldn't be
permanent because of the chemicals contained in it, but that
didn't tell me how long it would last. After I was splashed
with it, I had seen that it was about 12:30 P.M. I had also
gotten a little bit on my shirt too.

My arm reappeared rather suddenly at about 8:30 that night.
I had been reading when I got a shock from a tingling
sensation in my arm. The solution lasted 8 hours, but my
shirt still appeared to have holes in it. Now I could plan
for the uses of this potion. I would be keeping it secret.

+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+

The bell rang signaling the end of 5th period. Sighing as I
left English class with a ream of homework, I headed to my
locker. I always hated Mondays, I was always very tired and
couldn't usually focus in my morning classes.

I entered the cafeteria 5 minutes later with my lunch under
hand, and made for my usual spot by the window. My friend
Laura had to go to an Astrnomy Club meeting for the period,
so I ate alone. I looked around and spotted the hottest guy
in our grade sitting with his usual group of 7 or 8 guys.
J.B. Riffle was talking loudly in that sweet voice of his
and I was able to hear everything he said.

"My parents are gonna be gone on a business trip all
weekend, maybe you, Shawn, and Joey can come over to play X-
Box on Saturday," he said to his best friend Brian Benson,
who was equally good looking but a little on the scrawny
side.

"Dude, that would be awesome. I'll be over your place around
noon...you live on Dwight, right?"

I raised my eyebrows. Dwight Ave. was one of the ritzier
streets in our small town. Nothing but mansions and
oversized houses. I should have guessed he was wealthy
though by the way he was dressed in the hottest fashions all
the time; he'd won the best-dressed award for our class
every year for as far back as I could remember.

"Yeah, and tell Shawn about it. I'm sure he wouldn't pass up
the chance to use my iced cappucino machine again. I'll tell
Joe about it when I see him at lacrosse practice this
afternoon."
"Okay, see you later man," said Brian, getting up to leave.

I thought to myself, working out my plan. So Joe Martini and
Shawn Palmer are going to be there at noon too. Shawn Palmer
is in my physed class. He's finely cut, with big bulging
pecks and biceps. I'd had a crush on the Junior earlier in
the year after seeing him in only his boxers while we
changed for class. He was tall, with short brown hair and a
cute, round face. I didn't know Joe Martini at all, except
that he was on my indoor track team last semester and he was
an extremely hot senior of Italian descent. He had a strong
chinned face with nice dark eyes and the characteristic
Italian good looks. I was figuring how I could incorporate
the three guys into my plan for J.B., when he got up. He'd
apparently finished eating and was throwing out his lunch
when his girlfriend approached him.

Karla Schumaci was easily the hottest girl in my sophomore
class. She was the perfect match for an eye-pleasing guy
like J.B. They exchanged a few words and as I watched they
gave each other a quick kiss and left hand-in-hand.

I myself was gay. I had never experimented with anything
other than my own body, but I wasn't really attracted to
girls as much as guys like I knew I should be. I did have a
unique talent that not many other guys could do. After
watching J.B. and hearing him talk about other hot guys, I
really needed to get off.

I went directly to the auditorium bathroom. It was quite a
ways from the rest of the high school, and I new I would
have a bit of privacy on the floor of the roomy handicapped
stall. When I entered, the bathroom was empty of course and
I went into the stall with the H on its door and locked it.
I took off my backpack, pulled out a towel I used after
physed, and laid it on the floor. This was only to make it
soft enough for me to enjoy myself on.

I undid my pants, pulled off my boxers, and got on my back
on the towel. I put both my legs behind my back and started
sucking my own cock. I'd been able to do this since 8th
grade. I'd never been able to suck my cock before, but one
night, I was really horny and I kept trying to touch my
tongue to my dick. After about an hour of stretching towards
it, I was able to get the head of my dick in my mouth. Since
then, I've done it on average about 4 or 5 times a week,
each time ending in an explosion of cum into my mouth.

Today was different though. I was on the point of an orgasm
when someone entered the bathroom. There was a brisk walk,
and someone went into the stall next to me. They clearly
didn't know I was there, and I heard the unzippering of
pants and the pulling down of boxers. I braced for the
worst; I thought he was about to take a dump. But then I
heard the sounds of skin being rubbed together. I hardly
dared believe someone was jerking off in the stall next to
me. I nimbly climbed onto the toilet seat and peaked over
the top of the wall separating the stalls. J.B. Riffle was
in the stall next to me. I could have died right there, the
hottest guy in school was beating his meat right before my
eyes. But I couldn't see anything. From the angle I was
positioned, and the fact that J.B. was leaning over himself,
I couldn't see a thing. I decided that I wanted to save the
surprise of seeing him for Friday night.