Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 23:37:50 -0400
From: Will Chevalier <greekfantasy.13@gmail.com>
Subject: The Time Traveler: Chapter 1: September 6, 2012

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The Time Traveller

September 6. 2012


My dad gave me this journal to record my daily life and thoughts. I guess
introductions are the best place to start. My name is Daniel Kronos
Longfellow, but everyone calls me Danny. My family has a thing for Greek
mythology being that we are Greek. We are quite proud of our heritage. I am
ten years old and just started fifth grade today. I guess that is why my
dad wanted me to start writing. He tells me that I am old enough to
understand the world. I am not sure what he means by that. Anyways, I was
born on July 4, 2002. Dad tells me that I am his celebration child. I have
blond hair and blue eyes. I am the younger of two boys. My brother Antoine
(Tony) Adonis Longfellow is sixteen years old. Then, there is my dad, David
(Dave) Atlas Longfellow. He is thirty-seven for the time being until his
birthday on September 24. My mom, Myrna Artemis Longfellow, is no longer
with us. She died while giving birth to me. My dad says that I look so much
like her. I also have her kindred spirit and intellect. I wish I had the
chance to know her.

What is the best way to describe me? Some say that I am too smart for my
own good. Others say that I am cute as a button. Both of which may be
true. However, personally, I think that I on this earth to change my own
destiny. Being that I am only ten, I have no idea how I will do that. I
just know that with my entire being that I will be able to do things that
no one else has been able to do. I like to look around me and be able to
understand how everything works. Whether it is how my body reacts when I
move a certain way, or what the gods were like in my dad's stories. I must
say that I really love hearing my dad tell me about the Greek
mythologies. Especially the parts where the gods use their powers to
control humanity. I don't know why, but every time I hear these stories, I
always get a tingling feeling in my body, and I feel like I have to pee
which of course I never do. How strange is that? Something else about me, I
am very introverted. I like to stay indoors and read anything that I can
get my hands on. I particularly love fantasies. For example The Time
Machine by H.G. Wells, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson,
The Hulk by Marvel, and of course the stories of Homer. I like to imagine
the stories coming to life. I would love to travel to any time as I please,
to grow to such immense power and size, and to use science to change my
life. I know. It is the works of an over-imaginative kid. Another reason
that I like to be able achieve my fantasies is because I believe that I am
gay. I know that I am just ten years old; I just know that I like boys over
girls. I can't help it if I think that girls are gross. I must also confess
that I am in love with my father. That is a tale for another time.

I want to talk about my brother first. Tony is the complete opposite of
me. He is outgoing and athletic. He is also on the cocky side. Who could
blame him? He is the captain and quarterback on the football team, and he
is also the captain on the wrestling team. Whenever the chance arises and
he always does, he will flex his muscles and pose in front of the mirror
after a hard workout. I can't blame him. If I had his body, I would too. I
should describe him in better details. He stands at 6'2" and weighs
190lbs. He has blond hair that he keeps short in a faux-hawk or mohawk
depending on the weather. Tony has these big, blue eyes that lets him get
anything that he wants. Just this summer he convinced our dad to get him a
Jeep Wrangler. I must say that the Jeep suits him perfectly. He would often
drive with the top down and have no shirt on. The few times that I've rode
with him, I wanted to reach over and grab his biceps. Feel them flex while
he is driving. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. He may be the star athlete in school, but I
never see him with a girl. Granted, he would go on dates with them, but
that is as far as he ever goes. He tells me that he rather stay focused on
his training and refuses to let the girls get in the way of that. Sounds
like a good plan to me. I love watching him workout. Seeing him pump his
muscles so big and strong. The veins popping out from pushing himself so
hard. Listening to his grunting as he push the weights back up. Smelling
his testosterone permeate the entire room. I am so jealous of him. He has
the looks and the body that I wish I had. Every time that I watch him, I
always have to leave to go to the bathroom. I don't know why I have to pee
when I never do. It gets frustrating. I just stand there until the tingling
sensations go away. I don't know if this is coincidence or not, but every
time I get out of the bathroom, Tony always manage to be walking towards me
and bouncing his pecs and readjusting his crotch.

"Yeah, bro. That was an amazing pump. Thanks for watching me, man. Always
nice to have an audience," he would cockily say as he walks past me heading
into the bathroom.

I would just inhale the intoxicating sweat and that tingling feeling is
back again. I wish I knew how to make it go away.

It happened again today. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door
behind him. I just stood there unable to move. I hear the showers being
turned on. Next, he starts singing "I'm Sexy and I know it." Tony has such
an ego on him. Out of nowhere I had this thought about seeing my brother
naked in all his muscled glory. My brother and I share this huge
bathroom. It is built in a locker room style. With just a partition of
frosted glass with a Greek key border etched into the glass, separating the
shower area from the rest of the room. The best part is the multiple shower
heads. Three shower heads come from ceiling and five on the walls. The door
is opposite from the shower with a vanity on either side. I checked to see
if the door was locked, and to my surprise it wasn't. I could feel my heart
pounding in my chest. Thumping loudly. I slowly opened the door a little to
avoid being seen. I peered in and looked into the mirror on the side
wall. I see Tony's backside. A tapered torso that V's at the waist and the
most beautiful butt that I've ever seen. He takes the bar of soap and
lathers it all over his pecs. The muscles were rolling as he moves his
arms. Such an erotic feat to watch. He turned around towards me. Rinsing
the soap. I gasped when I saw his peter. I never seen anything like it
before in my life. It was so big, but still soft. I could not take my eyes
off it. I didn't notice him lathering the soap in his hands before he
grabbed his peter. I just stood there and watched it grow in his hands. How
I wished they were my hands instead. I was shocked. I didn't know they
could grow that big. He must have been at least 8.5 inches and cut. The
tingling feeling inside me was growing stronger than ever before. I could
not believe that I was watching my hot brother take a shower. The water
cascading down his body. The motions of his hands gradually getting
faster. My peter was getting uncomfortable in my shorts. When I reached
down to readjust it, this rush of euphoria came over me. I can't begin to
describe how it felt. I just know that I liked how it was making me feel. I
continued watching Tony moving his hands up and down the shaft. Slowly his
right hand moved towards his balls. He grabs them firmly in his hand,
eliciting a "Fuck yeah." I knew right then that it must feel really good. I
slowly pushed the door with just enough room for me creep in. I wanted to
be closer to him. I had to keep watching. I was sitting on the other side
of the partition watching Tony in the mirror. It looked much bigger now
that I was closer. I was still amazed by the sheer size of it. I wished
mine was that big. I am only 6 inches and cut. The motion of his left hand
stroking the shaft. I noticed that he had a firm grip on it. The right hand
was massaging his hefty balls. I could not believe I was actually watching
my brother do this. It felt naughty and exhilarating. A thought came over
me, why not do what he is doing. I slide down my shorts, still watching
Tony in the mirror. I grabbed my peter with my left hand. A rush of
euphoria came over me. Sending chills up and down my spine. I continued
watching Tony. He raised his right arm and flexed. The size was that of a
baseball. He looked into the mirror with a pleased look and a smirk on his
face. He turned his head and stuck out his tongue licking the huge bicep.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, tastes so good," he said with such low groan.

I could not believe that he was getting into himself like that. I knew that
I wanted to be the one licking him like that, but I was too scared to move
from where I was. He continued flexing his bicep, feeling it relax and
contract under his tongue. I noticed a vein popping on the peak. My peter
throbbed at the sight. A faint moan escaped my lips. I just froze knowing
that Tony could hear me on the other side of the partition, but he kept on
completely oblivious that I was there. He gave one last lick before
reaching his hand to his left pec. It bounced in his hand. His left hand
continued its slow, steady rhythm on his peter. His pecs were bouncing from
one side to the other. He smiled with a slight curl in his upper lip. How I
envied his hands caressing his hard muscles. He pinched one of his nipples.

"Oh fuck that feels soooo good... Mmmmmm... Oooh yeah...," he said as he
threw his head back.

My peter throbbed again in my hand. I gasped as the sensation took over
me. I sure hoped Tony didn't hear me. He was not even paying attention to
me. Just his own self-pleasure. I couldn't blame him, I now know what he is
feeling.

His left hand was getting faster on his big peter. His balls bouncing in
motion with his stroking. I matched him with the same vigor and rhythm. His
right hand trailed down to his washboard abs, tracing every contoured inch
of it with his fingers. Then finally reaching back and massaging his right
butt cheek. He turned around with his back towards the mirror. Oh my
God. His butt was a work of art. So big and firm. I watched as he flexed
them. They turned into the shape of a butterfly. He bent over, exposing his
pink butt-hole. I was salivating at the sheer beauty I was seeing. I wanted
to stick my tongue so deep in his hole, I could almost taste the sweet,
saltiness of it. With his hand on his cheek, he soon traced the crack with
his middle finger, paying extra attention to the hole. Soon his finger
penetrated through the tight, muscled ring.

"Fuck me... Oh my God... Fuck me. Ahhhhhhhhhh..! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk... That
feels so fucking good... Such a nice tight ass...," his voice echoing in
the bathroom.

My peter jerked in my hand when I heard him say that. Tony straightened
back up and turned back towards the mirror. His hand in a blurred frenzy on
his peter. His blue eyes turned in my direction. I wasn't sure if he was
looking at me or not. I didn't care. I was in a state of ecstasy. My hand
was still in sync with Tony's. I was experiencing a new feeling that I
never knew existed. It felt like I had to burst with pee. I could hear Tony
moaning and groaning. His muscles contracting and flexing like crazy all
over his body.

"I am getting so close... Oh FUCK...! So fucking close... Oh my fucking
God... Here it cums, Danny... FUCK me Danny...," he screamed. His breathing
was getting harder.

I completely lost it when he said my name. I felt my body spasm with each
throb of my peter. The blood was draining from head and pumping into my
peter. I could no longer keep quiet.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmm... Mmm... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...," was all that I heard
of myself.

At the same time, Tony's body tensed all over. Veins popping everywhere.
His peter shot out white liquid. His body jerking with each jet shooting
out.

"Ahhh..., FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...!!!!! OOHHHHHHHH...! MYYYYYYYYY...!
FUCKKKKK...KKKKKINGGGGGGGGG...! GODDDDDDDDD...! Ahh...! Ah...! Mmmmmm...!"
he bellowed with each jerk.

It was a few minutes before either of us came back down. Once we did, Tony
struck a double bicep pose.

"How did you like that show, Danny? I told you I loved an audience. It
helps my blood pump faster. I sure as hell enjoyed showing off for my lil'
bro. Man, so glad you finally joined me." he said as his breathing calmed
down.

I jumped up so fast, embarrassed that I was caught. The last thing that I
saw was Tony striking a most muscular. His cocky laughter echoing as I ran
out the door and into my room.

Even now as I am sitting here, writing in this journal, I am still hard as
a rock. I hope this is not the last time Tony gives me a show.



To be continued.