Story: Überteen

[Otaru_grower]

I just got around to this story...very good concept and dialogue!

[tagsnola]

I guess it's inevitable that Nate and Rich will grow apart, at least for a season, as Rich begins to plug into the ubermentsch network. But I truly hope that as events unfold that they come back together. Nigel and Pete seemed to be very taken with Nate's courage and loyalty to Rich. I cannot imagine that they would tolerate Rich just blowing Nate off. Ubers need mutual support that only THEY can give each other. But the whole POINT of that demonstration at Hamilton School was to OPPOSE segregation of Ubers from normal people. Another thought provoking chapter!

[tagsnola]

I guess it's inevitable that Nate and Rich will grow apart, at least for a season, as Rich begins to plug into the ubermentsch network. But I truly hope that as events unfold that they come back together. Nigel and Pete seemed to be very taken with Nate's courage and loyalty to Rich. I cannot imagine that they would tolerate Rich just blowing Nate off. Ubers need mutual support that only THEY can give each other. But the whole POINT of that demonstration at Hamilton School was to OPPOSE segregation of Ubers from normal people. Another thought provoking chapter!

[rextorres]

Wouldn't it be funny if the Über Youth of America suddenly made Nate an honorary member of their group, just because he stood up for Richie? That would be hilarious! That was an interesting chapter! This story has been very inspiring. I've been talking to Cesar about writing a story where one boy builds a friendship with another boy, who is much bigger and more muscular than him.

[IndigoSensor]

Tying "life" into stories is diffucalt to do, but if you do it right, it flows perfactly, and you have mastered it.

The idea of Uber men just seems so real...

This story is deffiantly going to be a classic, and I have a feeling many other writers are going to be using the concept of Uber men for there own stories, it just works.

I'm wondering if Nate is going to be included into the UYA or not. Ubermen sound more like a race to me, and I have noticed that race groups tend not to have members from outside of it, unlike something like QSA (queer straight alliance); but thats an alliance which is different. It would be kind of akward for him at first, but it is not diffucalt for people to transcend race. It just feels out of place at first.

[muscleboy82000]

I did not think this story could get better but it does with each and every chapter. Thanks for creating such a wonderful story line and please keep those creative juices flowing and new chapters coming.

[muscl4life]

Although I am loving to write this series, I wonder if I can get the same level of interest, the kind of storytelling I choose requires some "time passage" - to show Rich's further developments but also to create new branches for the main story. I am still trying to reach for new colors , and I hope with the new installment you guys can understand what I mean with this story.

I am pretty much surprised to the level of response Überteen is getting, and I have to say I was not the one who created the concept of a group of men who are much bigger and stronger than the rest of mankind ("Oral History Project" by Richard Jasper was clearly my most direct influence), in fact this is not even the first time I use such concept (does anyone remember "Spartan"? ), however this time I think I have "accidentally" hit the bullseye (any writer hopes and desires his story will be a hit, after all) - maybe it was the kind of characters I have used to tell the story, maybe the way "Rise of the Übermen" worked to introduce my universe easier, so the reader already felt intimate with the premisses of Übermen, transitioning period, the fact many Übers are seen as violent, dangerous individuals, and even some aspects of their interaction with regular people - Although I personally don't consider Übermen to be another human race - because they are genetically equal to the rest of mankind, their size and strength just happens to be a mutation of their Y gene, even if in terms of evoultionary theory, such fact could actually lead into another kind of men, it still too early to mention that huh - the "homo sapiens fortius" (stronger men) theory is just something science guys like Nate's dad seem to consider, but it is not a reality in the story universe yet.

[chronos]

Great story I'm clued to it and I can't wait to see what happens next ^_^

[IndigoSensor]

This is probably going to make no sense to a good portion of people, and I feel kind of out of place for posting this, but I just need to say it.

I actually had a dream about this story the other night, and a vivid one at that. Most of the time when I dream I am the "objective observer", meaning that I am not actually in the dream, I am watching it up close, and feeling the emotions of certain characters. The dream picked up right where the story left off. Rich went to the UYA meeting and Nate followed him there. Nate was progressivly rejected by all of them there, but persisted to understand WHY this was so. Meanwhile, Rich grew larger and larger. He wasn't hiding from Nate, but was changing. Nate simply could not get to him (I left out details for length reasons). To make a long story short, it progressed to the point that I felt so emotionally sick that it woke me up (hard to explain). I had no clue why, but it persisted up until this morning (it went in waves). I didn't know how to explain why I felt so distressed for such a trivial reason. Every moment I remembered the story, the feelings came right back, and it hurt. Until today, I suddendly realised that a song I have, competly explained how I felt, and I connected. It made sense, it just clicked, and it slowly began to drift away. The sound of it just conveyed the feeling of the story and aided in me letting go, and even more intresting, the lyrics for it make complete sense.

I then realised the whole reason of this dream. It is telling me to just LET GO. I have been very stressed out over small things or nothing at all, and I could not figure out why at all. The story, and the dream all spoke one thing to me. JUST LET GO! It is so hard for me to do that, but I'm working on it.

So, muscle4life I deeply want to thank you. This story has ultimatly helped me understand, and aid me out of this depressive spell.

This is the song if you are curious, mabye it will make sense to other people as well.

YouTube - Dead Can Dance - In the Wake of Adversity

[cesarvillavi]

Originally Posted by IndigoSensor

This is probably going to make no sense to a good portion of people, and I feel kind of out of place for posting this, but I just need to say it.

I actually had a dream about this story the other night, and a vivid one at that. Most of the time when I dream I am the "objective observer", meaning that I am not actually in the dream, I am watching it up close, and feeling the emotions of certain characters. The dream picked up right where the story left off. Rich went to the UYA meeting and Nate followed him there. Nate was progressivly rejected by all of them there, but persisted to understand WHY this was so. Meanwhile, Rich grew larger and larger. He wasn't hiding from Nate, but was changing. Nate simply could not get to him (I left out details for length reasons). To make a long story short, it progressed to the point that I felt so emotionally sick that it woke me up (hard to explain). I had no clue why, but it persisted up until this morning (it went in waves). I didn't know how to explain why I felt so distressed for such a trivial reason. Every moment I remembered the story, the feelings came right back, and it hurt. Until today, I suddendly realised that a song I have, competly explained how I felt, and I connected. It made sense, it just clicked, and it slowly began to drift away. The sound of it just conveyed the feeling of the story and aided in me letting go, and even more intresting, the lyrics for it make complete sense.

I then realised the whole reason of this dream. It is telling me to just LET GO. I have been very stressed out over small things or nothing at all, and I could not figure out why at all. The story, and the dream all spoke one thing to me. JUST LET GO! It is so hard for me to do that, but I'm working on it.

So, muscle4life I deeply want to thank you. This story has ultimatly helped me understand, and aid me out of this depressive spell.

This is the song if you are curious, mabye it will make sense to other people as well.

YouTube - Dead Can Dance - In the Wake of Adversity

OH MY GOD!!!!! IndigoSensor I totally understand you.
I've had dreams about this story too and felt depressed in the same way you described earlier. I got depressed to the point I lost all inspiration and could only think about the story, and I started to feel like I needed to cry a lot, with a pain in my stomach... but most scary of all: I too found a song (actually four) for this story that helped me understand and gave sense to my feeling and left me happy again.

Thanks Muscle4Life for you sentimental story that is a classic expression of art.

[Excelsior]

I was starting to think that I was absolutely bloody barking dreaming about this story is the way that you both described. I think it may have something to do with the author applying some sort of 'Hidden Emotional Segment' into the writings of the story that appeals to our subconcious.
And i'm going to stop myself right here before I start off on a load of witless prattle that may or may not be relevant.

[Ryne]

Marvelous as always! Your still the man, Bruno! This is definitely a wonderful experience your giving us. If it's you, then disappointment is impossible! Go for it!

[muscl4life]

Thank you so much for the latest round of comments. Right now I am really busy with work stuff, but I already do have chapter 5 in the works, I will try to post it this week.

BTW - I've noticed a discussion about stories and music, well I do get my inspired by all sorts of things, it's impossible to predict what will spark another story plot inside my deviant mind, however, curiously, for Überteen - my inspiration was actually a song: "Used To" by Daughtry. (I know, I know the lead singer was a former American Idol contestant, but I really like his voice, his songs, and I personaly think he looks very cute too )

Anyway - here's the lyrics for the song - You don't need to be a genius (I know I am not) to realize the most obvious connection to my story

Used To

You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like
The only other choice was falling down.
You used to walk with me like
We had nowhere we needed to go,
Nice and slow, to no place in particular.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?

I used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go,
Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?

I look around me,
And I want you to be there
'Cause I miss the things that we shared.
Look around you.
It's empty, and you're sad
'Cause you miss the love that we had.

You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around,
The only one around.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be? Yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be, yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know what was my original inspiration, I've been toying with the idea of such plot for a while (Redkage knows it pretty well) but after reading this song I just felt the right approach for the kind of story I wanted to tell you guys.

Until next chapter,

Cheers

[AznMusclBro]

Thanks for the story! I am so looking forward to reading the next installment... I hope you don't keep us waiting for a long time!

-jasp

[muscl4life]

Originally Posted by AznMusclBro

Thanks for the story! I am so looking forward to reading the next installment... I hope you don't keep us waiting for a long time!

-jasp

Well I have two news, the good one is that Ch 5 turned out to be a bit bigger than the rest, which is good because I will need the next weeks to work on very important affairs irl, so i won't be able to deliver a new chapter next week. Don't worry, this story WILL be finished - not just right now

Here's chapter 5 - and I hope you guys enjoy this Friday 13 just as I am

Überteen

Chapter 5

After all the commotion caused by the pep rally, things soon returned back to normal at Hamilton High, now that Smithson and his S.M.U.T Program were banned, although a few changes still happened, especially those suggested by UYA to make our school more “Über friendly”.

Soon, all the doorframes were considerably enlarged, in order to provide easier access for the much bigger lads, steel reinforced customized desks, bigger silverware pieces, and even tailored P.E. uniforms and sneakers – even though Richie Costa remained as the only beneficiated, Jacobsen always told new Übermen could be identified in a daily basis, so it was just a wise providence to be prepared.

Meanwhile, Richie continued growing bigger each new day, to the point that my Brazilian best friend rarely took the school bus, not because he was prohibited, Richie actually felt his enormous body was actually growing too heavy for the old vehicle, not to mention that his expanding dimensions only got tighter inside the bus, especially when he was a burden on the nearly 50 other students; in order to give Richie a bit more space, they had actually ripped the last rows of seats, which only made the rest of us feel even more suffocated by Richie’s humongous body. In fact my Rich got so massively wide that his figure occupied practically the entire back of the bus, still he needed to travel in a very uncomfortable hunching position, and therefore it was understandable when he decided he had definitely gotten too big for the old school bus.

At first, I still tried joining him, riding on my bike, it was a really great morning exercise to keep up with his pace; Richie’s muscular legs were growing so longer that each day his steps covered an increasing distance, my own proud helped me from appreciating on Rich’s muscular impulsion, I didn’t want Richie to feel like I was always in the need of his assistance.

Curiously, I was going through my own transformation, nothing so significantly and dramatic as Über transitioning; I was just a chubby boy turning into a slenderer lad, the remaining baby fat on my formerly overweight body was quickly leaning down into a new shape that felt completely different on me, for the first time in my life, I could actually see my abdominal muscles, sure it was not nearly as marvelous as Richie’s ten pack – each one the size of a beer can, still it just changed my own self-perception – my clothes got roomier, my body didn’t feel so exhausted during the daily trip to school, suddenly Richie was not pushing me for the final mile of our ride, everybody seemed to have noticed I was definitely no longer the same chubby soccer goalie, my defenses got considerably better because my agility increased, even Coach Sanders complimented me on the fact that I had slimmed down to a more athletic condition.

I didn’t actually lost the final 15 pounds that, according to my dad’s annoying charts, separated me from an ideal weight/height ratio, in fact I had gained 2 or three pounds, but there was a total change in my bodily composition, increasing my lean muscular mass as my body fat percentage dropped noticeably – soon, when I took off my shirt, I was actually very lean and ripped, although my muscles were not the Über kind, most of the school athletes simply had nothing on the new me.

Although I was improving my shape and endurance, riding along Richie soon became increasingly difficult, not because of the physical challenge, though. Every single day, I had to listen to the same “UYA” crap. Each new morning, Richie would just rattle about the exciting things he had learned on the meeting, the breakthroughs he had while talking to his “fellow comrades”, nonetheless, he never actually explained me what exactly happened in those meetings.

I had to fake some enthusiasm while Richie happily commented how Pete was such a tremendous guy, or how sensible Nigel was, suddenly every little thing I said reminded him about something that happened at the UYA, still, whenever I asked him if I could go along, he repeated the same speech about his need for a personal space where he could just “be himself” – like he needed to be someone else when he wasn’t hanging out with those Übers.

However, as hard as I tried to overlook them, such details actually made Richie’s life a lot of easier – suddenly, despite his increasing muscular and bodily growth, Richie was no longer breaking so much stuff like he used to, his coordination improved incredibly, suddenly my friend could accomplish very complex “tricks”.

He could simultaneously do something that required lots of strength joined by an act that needed extreme delicacy, like crushing enormously wide steel plates like they were tin foil, or lifting the rear part of his car up to his chin with one hand, while he held a very delicate porcelain dish or a crystal champagne glass with his other hand, there were times where Richie juggled with bowling balls and regular eggs, to my amazement there was no noticeable difference in their movement, because Rich could apply his strength in such exactly way that no matter if he threw an egg or a bowling ball, they felt equally light for his body – and this fact actually meant a great deal for my friend, now he could just perform “normal” things without the risk of breaking/smashing/scattering/crushing the objects.

The muscular mass increase on Rich’s body only got more obvious and intense over the days, it was almost impossible to believe his muscles could actually continue growing, however, according to my father’s medical reports, Übermen cells were actually always changing their anatomic and physiological structures in order to foster the growth on the individual, Richie was soon gaining over a dozen pounds per day, which was indeed scaring for me, as much as I have tried to understand that such impressive gains would eventually diminish over he approached maturity, the mere idea that Richie would just continuing growing bigger and more muscular over the course of his whole life suddenly shocked me.

I have to say that watching Richie’s growth from distance was something entirely different than it had been so far – there was not the same pleasing sensation when he admitted he got taller and much heavier, Rich always blushed when he asked me to measure him, there was a mutual bond between us I was the one worshipping his growth, and he adored it, our relationship only grew more intense and romantic along his enormous muscular growth. Nonetheless, ever since Richie joined the UYA, he no longer asked me to measure him, his amazing gains were now documented solely by his suddenly “fellow Übers” Pete Jacobsen and Nigel Morris – I bet those guys would spend their afternoons weighing, measuring and doing all sorts of weird feats of strength.

Richie only continued to grow immensely huge and muscular, and while he grew bigger, so did my jealous over him, I felt like Rich no longer needed me to share his feelings, even his clothes now seemed different, Nigel and Pete have convinced young fashion stylists to design tailored clothes for Übermen which didn’t look like they were made for Big and Tall stores – Richie now wore very modern and hip clothes, at the same time they gave a sensation of normalcy to his massive proportions, yet they only enhanced the sheer size, thickness and definition of his muscles, the special “Überwear” looked like a mix between bodybuilding clothing and teenage wear pictured in several pieces proudly paraded by my monstrous friend who used to dress very simply with jeans and soccer jerseys.

If Richie looked like a toddler when compared to Jacobsen and Nigel, everything indicated that he would soon match their humongous standards, because Rich had just covered the 7 feet mark like it was something casual, in less than 8 days he had actually passed such height, although his muscular mass increased so intensely that not even his Überwear clothes could help but being accidentally ripped with any harsher movement, and by that point, I wasn’t sure if it was really true or just a twisted perception of my disturbed mind, but I definitely noticed some changes in Richie’s behavior as his growth made his body each time more gargantuan.

For instance, when his clothes seemed so tight they would rip with the slightest effort, Richie no longer felt embarrassed by the mere possibility of getting exposed in front of people, in fact I could just swear he now enjoyed when his clothes ripped, revealing even more of his humongous body; on a few occasions, Rich just hit a most muscular pose – something that he only did for me at first – totally hulking out of his remained piece of clothing, that enormous lad suddenly appreciated to notice shock and awe in the faces of his fellow students, to my own surprise, people now actually admired Richie’s unearthed proportions, it became not uncommon for someone to ask Richie to flex or do something incredible with his muscles – even the jocks that once called my best friend a freak now constantly offered their cars to be lifted off the ground, then held nearly 10 feet by just one incommensurably massive extended arm, while they all posed around Rich’s towering figure.

Not even the most inconvenient of becoming such hugely gifted hyper masculine being seemed to bother Richie, if he before was very self-conscious of his humongous cock, especially when no pants or underwear seemed to control the powerful monstrous member when it decided to stiffen, many times Richie just ran off the classroom when his cock threatened to rip through another pair of jeans.

Nowadays, Richie’s cock never stopped growing, but he wasn’t so worried about the enormous bulge on his crotch any longer, in fact I could tell Richie enjoyed when all guys looked at his enormous cock and gulped, feeling suddenly intimidated and undermined in their own masculinity, the new underwear especially designed for Übers was much more resistant than the regular versions, yet it usually stretched to the point of rupture, which made Rich’s obscenely bulge so obvious, that the immense guy just stood up to give some space to his epic erection, sometimes he even petted his massive cock a few times before he finally left the room to take care of that huge problem, I have to confess that in such times I felt very inclined to offer my help, albeit all that happened between us, however, this new and improved Richie seemed so confident, so uttering superior that for some reason I caught myself having unexpected feelings like that teenager muscle god suddenly was no longer the Rich Costa I knew and loved.

However, the utmost annoying fact about those incessant changes in our formerly perfect lives were the sudden discovery of more über lads in our town area, since Richie now worked for the UYA, my father contacted him whenever another lad was reported to be an Überman, so my huge teenager friend would be the perfect type to gently enter such delicate issue, because he knew how those boys felt during the intimidating procedures for such testing routine.

Added to the fact that Richie’s former shyness had evolved to a very polite, gentle manner to communicate with people, the new UYA spokesman not only successfully approached these scared guys, he also got them to become “fellow Übers” – soon, there were several new members to that organization, which soon required Richie to spend even longer time at that building now that he “had his own experiences to share with the newcomers”.

A certain Tuesday morning came when I saw Richie’s enormous bulk already reaching the next corner, although I felt it was too soon for us to get to school, I just yelled for him to wait for me, it took me a few moments to get there on my bike, however, to my surprise the enormous Überteen’s face indicated he had other plans for that particular morning.

“Gee, Nate, I am sorry but I am not going to school right now, I still need to get things done at the HQ for our meeting, we’ve got some guys coming from the nearby cities, they want to create their own UYA centers and we are providing the necessary instructions and tips…”

“It’s alright then, I can come along and go to school with you from there…” I hated interrupting Richie, but his UYA speeches were just getting on my nerves, especially when he still didn’t let me participate of those stupid meetings.

“Well…no offense Nate, it’s erm…just t-t-that I really could do it much faster if I went alone, you kind of holds me back, I can actually get to UYA in less than 10 minutes if I run…” The huge boy finally let me know of his intents.

“Oh…I see, so you were just sneaking away before I went to your house? Couldn’t you at least phone me first?” I asked while crossing my arms at my chest, which made Richie very sorry of his bad choices.

“I…erm… would phone you from the UYA, it’s still much sooner than we usually meet.” Rich tried to explain me, but I could only take that he meant to ditch my company on that particular day.

“It’s okay then, buddy, I’ll get the bus today, there’s no reason for me to ride my bike if I would just slow you down…” I said with the precise amount of bitterness to cause the damage I really meant.

“Nate, please….don’t take it the wrong way…I never meant to hurt your feelings…” Rich apologized while I turned my back on him.

“I know that, you never mean it, which doesn’t mean you don’t” I mumbled as I left Richie drenching in guilt and remorse, because I knew he was always so worried about offending me, maybe then he would notice his latest facts, however, I suddenly felt my entire back being cupped by Richie’s enormous paw.

“I’ll make it up to you ok? I promise… What if we go to the movies after the meeting? I know you still haven’t seen the new Indiana Jones movie… There will be plenty of time for you to get back home, take a good bath and then meet me at the mall” The Richie I knew would prefer staying home and renting a DVD, so I sensed he was trying to please me, facing the crowded multiplex and their small seats just to spend some quality time with his best friend and former boyfriend.

I sighed “I guess…we could see it…” Richie new I loved Indiana Jones ever since I was a kid, the reruns of his movies always fascinated me, on Halloween I usually dressed up with the typical hat and a fake whip, my mom even used to paint a fake scruffy beard over my chubby cheeks, I didn’t care if I were too heavy for playing the adventurer archeologist, in my mind I was Dr. Henry Jones, at least for that magical night.

As usually, Richie’s charm always won me over, so I forgot all my anger and just smiled at him. “So are you calling me on a date?” I asked teasingly, but the humongous Über froze.

“Erm…no… you know it’s not that dude…we are best friends, there’s nothing wrong with that, and I really don’t want to jeopardize our friendship…”

“Relax, big guy, I knew you would react like that…” I playfully punched his enormous forearm, feeling how hard those muscles really were. “We will be just two teenager friends enjoying a good blockbuster movie, nothing romantic on that…” I knew the horrible events were still too fresh on his memory; the best thing was just trying to get back to our normal lives, if that was actually possible.

“Cool…so I’ll be waiting for you at the mall around 6 ok?”

“I’ll be there…don’t worry” I replied sincerely hoping things would finally be cool between us again.

Richie indeed got in school in time for the first class, which proved his enormous Über physique was not just growing stronger and bigger, it actually got so much more powerful that even running with all that weight proved to be not only possible but much faster than the fastest regular sprinters, however, not even the most interesting classes could make that day pass any faster, so I just dragged through the hours like a zombie, even though I was really excited on the inside, I guess the best part of that day was that Richie didn’t talk about his UYA meetings the whole time we were together, not even during lunch, he just grabbed his enormous plate (and the several others which would follow it) and we talked about the tests, the upcoming soccer championship, although Richie couldn’t play with us, he still watched all our matches, he even told me he could almost tell Coach Sanders would make me main goalie because my skills have improved a lot, it all made me so warm and comfortable, it felt like we were back on track, Richie was my best friend and he really acted like that…

When it was finally time to leave, before he went to his UYA meeting Richie remembered me about our appointment, which made me feel butterflies flying in my stomach, suddenly I wondered that maybe, just maybe, he was just trying to find a way so we could get together, even making out during the movie – I know I loved Indiana, but I loved Richie above everything…

It wasn’t even 5 o’clock when I got to the mall, the anxiety to hang with my best friend felt nearly uncontrollable, I just wanted time to move faster so I could be with Richie again.

I stood up in the front of the multiplex, knowing that given his humongous size it would be very hard to miss his approach, almost an hour later I noticed some commotion, people suddenly gathered to see something, and I recognized the typical gasps as people suddenly watched an Überman walking among regular guys. I smiled as I looked his head standing above the little people, even though he was over fifteen minutes later than he had promised, Richie had finally arrived, although I didn’t expect to see an even bigger party – my heart suddenly beat faster as I noticed Pete and Nigel also walked towards my direction.

It has been barely a month since the pep rally, and Richie now looked like he’d always belonged to Über gang, my Brazilian Über was nearly the same height of Nigel, although he seemed nearly as muscular as that deliciously huge guy, Jacobsen was still the biggest among them, but considering that he had over 3 years of growth ahead of Richie, my best friend was really developing into one massive Über. The view of the powerful young men suddenly stopped the whole mall, guys and girls all wanted to see the still uncommon event of three giant muscular men parading all their uncanny size and handsomeness among the rest of our little people.

It only needed another month for my once shy and scared “little” 6’7”444 pounds muscle behemoth to develop into someone that I feared that soon I wouldn’t recognize – at 8’2” tall and simply humanly impossible 785 pounds of the biggest, hardest, most solid and ripped muscle in the world – Richie had grown so huge that he just looked every as bit as Über as Nigel or Pete – not only the size of his muscles, but especially the way they now filled his body, Richie’s anatomy changed even more dramatically over that month, if before he looked like the biggest men in the world, now the meaning of his physique was something beyond mere words, starting by the amazing width of his shoulders, the thickness of his legs, the gargantuan length of his arms, the sheer density of his pectoral shelves could sustain not just fully grown men, they looked so thick they could hold an entire house.

Those veins entwining all over the uncanny rugged edges of those ultra cut muscles only made his body look even more impressive and powerful, Richie just looked like one of the super-hero characters he admired so much, his body was just unattainable for any men, his features have only gotten more handsome, more powerful, more perfect, Richie’s smooth face only contrasted to the thickly dark fur covering his muscles, maybe he had given up shaving his body nearly every day, perhaps he started enjoying the fact that he looked a few years older with all the body hair, nonetheless there was a natural glow in his features, something that challenged description, a certain aura that I didn’t feel so strong even from Nigel neither Pete, I guess you could call that personal charisma, whenever I looked at Richie, there was this strong vibration, like he could solve all my problems, something that until then I only felt that happened in those comic book stories, he was there, real just like my own now much slenderer figure.

Of course the view of three humongous muscle behemoths dressed in extravagant giant sized pieces of very hip and modern clothing seemed like something pulled of the craziest fashion designer’s heads, yet, the visual impact of their indescribable proportions. Jacobsen and Morris acted very naturally, they knew they were the center of all attentions, yet, they enjoyed when little people looked at their gargantuan sizes; my greatest surprise was noticing the look on Richie’s face. If it had happened before, I knew for sure Richie would be totally embarrassed his cheeks would turn into an intense shade of red; however the look on his face now showed me that he had definitely changed a lot from his early Überteenager days, his winning white smile, the kind of calm only incredible strength and power can actually grant – Richie knew he was being stared at, still he didn’t flinch, he didn’t hunch, he didn’t try to uncover what was impossible to hide, his gargantuan proportions were out there to be admired.

When the mall transients noticed the impossibly muscular trio approached my own little figure, some of them just couldn’t believe, others decided to carry on with their lives, still many others still amused themselves as the giant Übermen talked to the blond little guy with a noticeably shocked face, although it was not a totally shocked face, I could guarantee that.

“Hey Nate, I'm sorry we are late, I hope the movie didn’t start yet…” Richie casually said as he petted my head – something that he grew fondled to do in the last days – pretending he hasn’t noticed all the people stared at us. “Look, who decided to join us!” The smiling behemoth announced like it was possible for me to overlook his equally humongous companions.

“Hey little buddy, Richie told us he was going to see the new Indiana movie, it’s been ages since I’ve been to the movies…” Nigel’s shook hands with me; in fact, the huge paw just engulfed mine.

“Yeah besides we are great fans of the cool Dr. Jones, I used to dress up like him for Halloween…” Pete commented as he crouched to hug me, I noticed they have also growing bigger just like Richie, which only made me feel even smaller.

“Just like you huh Nate?” Richie chuckled as I turned beet red.

“Well, at least I didn’t dress out like Clark Kent…” I came back very quickly, playfully revealing some embarrassing moments of his childhood.

There were powerful laughter from both of the other Übers, while Richie enjoyed the feeling of turning beet red in front of those behemoths.

“I told you…what’s the purpose to dress up like Superman? If something happened I had my superman costume dressed underneath the first costume…” Richie whispered to my ear while Pete and Nigel just laughed even harder.

“Dude… that’s what I call entering the character huh? So you just wore two costumes for one single night? That’s preparation…” Nigel commented as he looked at Richie with an amused expression.

“I think the word you’re looking for is obsession, Richie is a compulsive comic book reader; he just devoured everything and even had the annoying habit to look for story failures, I am telling totally annoying…” I told Nigel while Rich just shook my shoulders. “Duuuude…” He whispered as he felt totally embarrassed, meanwhile I can’t deny I had some pleasure to tell those huge guys that I was the one who actually knew the real Richie.

“Well I guess we should buy the tickets huh?” I commented, then, to my uttering surprise the three Übers just exchanged looks, their mutual grin revealed something was up

“No need for that, Nate, today you are our guest – the multiplex manager is actually the father of one of our most recent members, and he granted us free tickets for the whole month, he wants us to test the new Über friendly system of the house until it is totally approved for the summer season…” Pete casually explained, however he couldn’t imagine the impact such words would have over the rest of the evening.

The theater manager, Mr. Gibson, soon appeared to greet the über trio and their little guest, he thanked the huge guys for all they have done for their son and invited us to meet the new “Über designed accommodations” of their theaters – at the very last row of seats on each one were especially designed for the über lads, the seats were over three times the width of the normal ones, and since they were much taller, they had to be on the last rows otherwise no one would be able to see, despite the arena accommodation of the modern movie theaters.

Mr. Gibson announced the Über lads that they had much more space for their legs, and there would be also enlarged pop corn and soda vessels to suit their larger needs, then he showed us a gallon sized cup and a giant popcorn bag that could easily hold an adult dog, not to mention that the manager also announced that the cafeteria menu would also offer protein shakes and other healthy foods to please the special nutritional needs of their Übermen customers, even the bathroom was being especially adapted with higher urinals and sinks, even the toilets were specially reinforced to accommodate the enormous mass of eventual Übers that suddenly decided to take a dump.

Nate, Pete and Nigel thanked the manager for their kindness, remembering him that soon a lot of Über lads would also feel very thankful for such caring details, the movie was about to start so he gently conducted us to the theater where Indiana Jones’ fourth movie would be projected – Richie and his friends were carrying tons of food inside – another advantage of superhumanly huge size is that you can carry literally everything and still be able to keep one hand free to open the doors and climb the stairs all the way to the “Über accommodations”.

Nate and Pete sat on the enormous places, enjoying all the room they were given, it actually was very uncommon for those giant lads to feel comfortable in any public place, then we noticed that I would have to seat in the regular seats, because I would just look ridiculous if I attempted to sit on those oversized seats. Only then Richie realized we would have to spend the whole movie separated by at least two rows.

“I-I can cc-compromise…those other s-seats are not so bad at all, maybe I can accommodate with you in here…” Richie suggested, although everybody else suddenly started feeling very uncomfortable with his massive bulk covering their view of the screen.

“The manager just came here to show you the über seats, now you tell me you are gonna squeeze yourself in the regular rows? Besides your weight will probably break those chairs, go there with the rest of the giants…” I said at once, since everybody else in the room looked at us, so Richie just nodded his head as he gave one giant bag of popcorn and a bucket of soda that felt so heavy I thought I would just drown myself.

“Those are great seats guys, I am really happy Mister Gibson decided to make his company Über friendly…” Richie commented.

“Well, he just realized Übers are teenagers, and they spend a lot of money, you just have to offer them a product they can actually use.”

“Let’s just hope they also open some work positions for Übers, we all know it’s really expensive keeping our life style, plus teenagers learn to be independent when they started earning their own money…” Nigel pondered.

“Yeah, it was like that article I showed you…” Richie started, and once again the whole Über crap would take keep them talking really loud, even if they were trying to whisper, their powerful voice tones thundering inside the theater. At some point, the trailers started and I thought they would finally stop, however when the new Hulk trailer was screened, I couldn’t help but hearing the Übers giggling when General Ross describes the menace as being 10 feet tall, 1500 pounds green monster – Nigel’s beautiful deep tone could be heard all over the room.

“Sounds a lot like you during the last spring break huh Pete?”

“Shut up!” Jacobsen said throwing popcorn at his friend, Richie’s giggle was also recognizable by my trained eavesdrop ears. Then as the trailer continues, their talk was not the most discrete thing.

“I still don’t know why didn’t they cast an Über guy to play the Hulk? All that CG would be unnecessary – if Lou Ferrigno played the green monster, an Über guy would be much more believable, don’t you think Rich?” Jacobsen’s voice was loud and clear.

“I…don’t know, Hulk is not just big, he is a beast…yet he is very childish, those expressions require a lot of acting training, the CG can make this a lot simpler…”

“Let aside the acting skills, man, the Hulk is hideous, no Über looks that ugly, and no one believe a dazzling hunk could play a monster…” Nigel added and they all started laughing, a few voices tried to shoosh their excitement, including mine, but they simply ignored all of us.

Sometime between the end of the trailers and beginning of the actual movie, suddenly, I realized Richie didn’t actually invited me to spend some quality time with me, he just thought quickly and tried to fix the situation by inviting me along on his already scheduled appointment, Nigel and Pete didn’t decide to join us, I was the one joining the übers in their “night out” – I have never felt so stupid in my whole life, there I was all dressed up and even wearing cologne, thinking I would be on a disguised date with the boy who used to fuck me, turned out I was just a spare tire, not even a decent one, because their vehicle only ride with giant wheels.

I felt so dumb, so miserably insignificant that I just dropped the popcorn and the soda, storming out of the theater, I couldn’t care for having fun now, and I have just spent my whole day hoping for something that would never happen. I thought Richie haven’t noticed me leaving the room, so I casually walked out of the theater and headed outside the mall, I just wanted to get in a bus and head home at once.

“Nate…Nate, wait up!” I heard the unmistakable voice coming from behind, but I simply pretend that I couldn’t hear Rich calling for me, so I just walked faster, maybe if I just entered inside a cab he would eventually stop following me – I didn’t need to pay for all the way back home, just to get rid of the humongous pursuer of mine.

I waved for the cabbie and he fortunately stopped for me, but before I could accomplish my perfect escape, I felt my feet suddenly leaving the ground, my whole body suddenly felt like it weighed not a single gram, then my arms raised because Richie just held me by the back of my shirt, easily supporting my whole weight, the huge yet sweet face of that dazzling gorgeous Überteen suddenly met my gaze.

“I think we need to talk…” He said at once, then Richie just told the cabbie to hit the road, the poor guy didn’t even think twice, after all he was pretty aware of the Überman rampaging rage episodes, he wouldn’t dare to provoke the behemoth lad who held me like I was a mere toy. It only made me feel madder at Richie because he just manhandled me like I wasn’t a person who deserved respect.

“Okay, so you can lift me, big deal, I am not that heavy anymore in case you haven’t noticed…now can you put down?” I asked with such a furious look, so Rich obliged immediately.

“What’s the matter with you Nate? Why did you leave all of a sudden?” Nate sighed as he looked down at my much smaller figure.

“Did you actually notice me leaving the theater? I thought you were too busy checking the new Über friendly accommodations!” I said in a very bitter tone that showed how disappointed I was at Richie for not coming completely clean with me about the true reasons for our ruined date.

“Come on Nate, you’ve been acting so strangely lately! What is going on with you dude?” Richie asked, I couldn’t help but feeling a genuine concern on his tone, still I was still very pissed.

“So, all of a sudden I am the one who’s acting strange? Get a clue Nate, can’t you just see that you’ve been ignoring me for the whole month?” There was an undeniable pleasure to twist the meaning of his question in order to attack Rich.

“Ignoring you? Richie we see each other every day, we go to school together…”

“We used to come back from school together too, now you’re always too busy for that?” the tone of my voice indicated how irritated I really was.

Richie’s eyes widened. “Nate, I only go to the UYA meetings twice a week, you know I still can’t go to P.E. so I just enjoy the free time…”

“Twice a week? Fuck off Richie, you’re always going there, you just left before 6.30 this morning then you went there after school, even now you just had to bring them along with you huh? Oh wait a minute…they didn’t tag along you, they were supposed to come ever since the beginning huh? I was the unexpected guest for your massive party huh?”

Richie knew I hated when people tried to make a fool of me, so he just sighed “I am sorry, Nate, I really thought the four of us could really have some fun, after all you three are my best friends…”

Poor Richie, he never guessed but that comment of his only served to flare my temper even more.

“Oh…OF COURSE, you only have time for your “new” best friends Pete and Nigel, you only talk about those stupid meetings, GOD how boring all this Über crap really is!” I suddenly exploded, which made Rich suddenly pale.

“Nate…from all people…I thought you would understand my needs…” Richie nearly whispered to me; I should have considered my words, but there was just too much stuff chocked inside me.

“Don’t you dare saying I don’t understand your needs! I’ve been there since the beginning huh? I know you are changing very fast, I was the one who tried to explain it to you when that big head of yours still couldn’t accept the fact that you are an Über, and now you accuse me of not understanding you?”

“Well, I guess you forgot then…you know there’s a lot going on with me and I need to talk to my guys to feel better…”

“What guys? Pete and Nate, they’re NOT your guys, I am your guy remember?” I asked very angry, punching the hardness of his immense muscles.

“Nate…you don’t understand, Pete and Nigel, they can actually understand what is going on with me, during the meetings we connect, we share our worst moments and our happiness, it helps me venting all the things bottled up inside me…”

“Oh really? If they actually can do all these wonderful things, then for Heaven’s sake Richie, let me go there with you, I know I am not an Über, but I am willing to help you…” I asked, using all my emotion to convince Rich to satisfy my curiosity.

“Erm…sure buddy, we c-can t-think about that, maybe we can foster a special day where we can bring our parents and friends…” Richie said trying to patronize me.

“I don’t care for any special day, I just want to see what those guys do to you that make you feel so special, so good about yourself, I thought I used to make you feel that way…”

“Y-you d-did, you…do Nate, it’s just something that only another homo sapiens fortius would a-a…a-actually understand, it’s n-nothing very different from w-what you d-do, trust me…” Richie crouched and hugged me very tightly, looking at my face with his emerald green eyes hoping to win me over with his charm once again.

Richie could have been nearly 9 feet tall and humongously muscular, yet he still just seemed noticeably embarrassed about those meetings, even his deep voice tone got a bit higher, many times he actually stammered upon very simple words, or he just used very complex synonyms for no apparent reason, I also noticed his eyes never really focused on me – all the very signs that my mother had taught me to search for to see if someone was telling you a lie.

“Rich, for the last time, why can’t you just let me go with you to these meetings? What happens in there that makes you feel so special but you can’t show me? Don’t you like me at all?” I knew that it was emotional blackmail, which just proved how desperate I really was, although Richie Costa also realized that I had no stronger arguments to convince him, so he just held my shoulders delicately.
“Nate you have to trust me, I need some space from you, that’s all, if we want to be in each other lives as friends, I have to learn to be independent, you can’t be always taking care of me buddy, we both don’t want that horror to happen once again…” Richie said very calmly this time, which only served to make me furious.

“Oh yeah? Well you an all your Über friends can go to hell! I don’t give a fuck for your meetings, so you might as well never talk to me again!” I wanted him to feel sorry for being condescending and patronizing towards me just because I was a regular guy, however before I could storm out, Richie crouched and hugged me so tenderly, yet his face was serious.

“Don’t you dare saying that, you hear? I am your friend no matter what! I know you are pissed and nothing I say can make you better, but don’t you ever say that we are not friends, because you know pretty well this isn’t true.” The humongous lad stood tall, turned his ample back on me and slowly waddled away.

“If you say so…then why keeping such secrets from me? I thought we had something special…” I said in a very weak voice.

“There are some parts of an Überman life that tiny guys won’t ever understand…”

Richie replied without ever turning back to face me. The impact of such behavior was devastating I suddenly felt like I would never be able to fully comprehend my friend’s problems. My whole body suddenly felt much heavier, I thought my feet had been bolted to the ground, each step felt like a tremendous effort.

Inside the bus, I could still hear those words echoing inside my mind. It was undeniable that Richie and I had grown apart, and I felt it would be easier to blame it on the Über guys, rather than accepting my own responsibility. It was true that Richie’s behavior changed a lot ever since he started hanging with the other Überteenagers, however they have also helped him to accept his own identity, something that I had been trying to do ever since he was reported Überman.

At first, Richie didn’t want to deal with his ongoing transition; he just tried to live a normal life, even though his body demanded such constant attention and the torrential growth spurts always provoked inconvenient side effects. Nonetheless, I used to think Richie was happy with me; all of a sudden he vents out that I will not be able to fully understand him just because he is an über and I am not?

What made an Über so different after all? They were gigantic and tremendously strong, virtually monstrous so muscular their bodies were, not to mention their uncanny sex drive, yet all those qualities didn’t make them very different from all men, maybe more extreme, but not different.

Then I remembered all the amazing things Richie could actually do after his UYA meetings, it suddenly seemed he wasn’t just only bigger and more muscular, he actually looked superior in several aspects, even the feelings he had about his condition changed drastically, Richie not only have accepted to be an Über he now felt proud of such thing, and he wanted to help the other lads like him to reach that same potential inside their own massive bodies. The science always reported new medical breakthroughs thanks to the study of the Übermen condition; their standards indeed supplanted everything mankind achieved so far. Since no one actually has ever seen the limits of the Übermen standards, they were definitely nearly all powerful beings that could easily start a new world order if their number grew considerably bigger.

Suddenly, I recognized I was thinking just like Smithson, could his fear actually be understandable from a rational point of view? Then, to my own muttering disgust, I noticed my horrible and prejudicial behavior towards all Übermen, Richie included – was I getting so jealousy of the time Richie spent with his fellow Über lads that I suddenly indulged the cruel measures like those created by Smithson?

I had to take a long shower when I got home, I felt dirty, I felt putrid, and the mere idea of seeing Richie just like Smithson did made me sick. I’ve known that boy for most of my life, he could have changed physically, but I was more afraid of the interior changes, what if Richie wasn’t anymore the one for whom I fell in love? Then, I finally realized the obvious reason why Richie didn’t want me in that meetings, a thought that scared me to the point it actually hurt.

I took the bus to school the following day – I didn’t want to face Richie, still fearing that I could at any time confirm my newest theory – what if Richie had indeed grown over me, after all there was no way I could compete with guys like Nigel or Pete, what if he had found another Über to replace me inside his heart? Could he be trying to keep this new lover hidden from me? Could be this the meaning of his last words to me?

In class, the enormous über didn’t avoid talking though “Good morning buddy” Richie said as he petted my head like he’d been doing for the past time, I suddenly felt like he was actually trying to compensate me for the fact he no longer loved me, so treating me like a cute puppy or a proud kitten. I was very mad but I had to keep my calm, soon I would be able to confirm all my suspicious.

There was only way to find out, I would break into their meeting, I knew where they assembled, I also knew Richie religiously stopped by after class, so I had to play my cards right.

Since there was no P.E. on Wednesdays Richie would just need to leave at the same time as the rest of us, which would be just perfect. I made sure Richie saw me catching the bus back to home, then a few blocks away I asked the driver to stop, inventing that I had forgot something at school, as the old yellow bus was gone, I quickly ran towards the UYA headquarters. Given Richie’s incredible speed he should be half way across the way to his so important meeting…

I almost didn’t recognize the once decaying storehouse, there have been some amazing improvements – the façade had been reformed and now the entire thing was painted in white, with the occasional red and blue, a big sign reading “Über Youth of America” hanging at the top of the main door – but I knew that wasn’t the place I should enter.

Remembering the last time I’ve been there, I just sneaked to the back part of the immense building, remembering those doors were much smaller than the front ones, since it was an emergency room, fortunately the Übermen had left this one opened, so I just needed to be really careful, now. I couldn’t care for any ethics or moral codes, right now I only needed to find out what was going on inside that place

The interior of the immense warehouse was very spacious, the high ceilings and the lack of internal walls only augmented the impression of its amazing ampleness. I noticed several phrases painted around the surrounding walls, those were encouragement mottos such as “You are stronger than your urges” or “Übermen are not monsters” – things that Richie now repeated all the time like he had been brainwashed. Fortunately, the interior of the Headquarters was so vast that noticing my tiny figure moving inside its poorly lit interior was indeed not very easy, so I just took my time and sneaked around, trying to find out more about the mysterious Headquarters.

The interior of the UYA Headquarters was indeed very bright and happy, there were also incredibly huge containers and gigantic boulders placed all over, only then I realized this should be their own version of “home gym equipment” – I heard some voices and noticed their meeting should have already started, I took the advantage of my smaller frame and carefully hide myself behind one container, so I could watch to their conversation.

The Übers were all sat at the ground, probably because no ordinary chair would hold their weight, or perhaps they were trying some kind of intimate dynamics, since they were all sat forming a huge circle. I counted a total of seven, including Richie, Pete and Nigel – the remaining four I didn’t know, although judging by their significantly smaller proportions I guessed they were the newcomers who have just started transitioning period.

“So you’re saying that jerking off 15 times a day is not a problem?” The question came from a hefty Asian-American lad, the size of muscles already impressed anyone who wasn’t used to über standards, over 6’tall and already well over 200 pounds of hard massive muscle, his hair was silky straight, and very dark, although his features were somewhat western, probably coming from a multi-ethnic marriage, I noticed in his face genuine concern.

“We’ve told you Kevin, the number of times you need to jerk off will reduce once you start having proper sex…” Pete replied with a warm look in his amazing features.

“Speak for yourself, Jacobsen, we both fuck all the time and I still need my daily 10 sessions” Nigel said laughing out loud “Seriously now, dude, we Übers are male, very young at the outcome of the puberty, we have to be horny all the time, so it’s only natural that you feel weird about such necessity, the bright side is that as soon as you start getting some real action, you will just know why it’s so good to be so horny!”

The Kevin kid didn’t seem too content with the answer, so he just continued.

“Well erm…I am getting some action, you see…there’s this friend of mine, we were very close, but when this über thing started…things kinda got weird between us…he is always asking me to flex for him, and he more than once asked me if I wanted to jerk off with him…do you guys think it’s cool?”

Pete and Nigel exchanged looks and then looked at Richie, who just blushed deeply.

“I think you can help Kevin better than us, don’t you think Rich?” Pete asked and my former boyfriend sighed.

“I guess…there’s nothing wrong about it, you’re just exploring your sexuality…the question is, how do you feel about him?” Rich asked seriously.

Kevin also blushed “We had made out a couple of times before I found out I was an Über, I guess…I have a crush on him…”

Richie seemed more serious at each moment. “Does he feel the same about you?”

The younger Über shrugged “I guess…”

Rich then said something that I’ve never expected to hear “If you actually care for that boy, you should not let things go any further, übers need a lot of sex, and regular guys may get hurt sometimes, not just physically but emotionally, it’s just very hard for a tiny guy to understand that sex is something so powerful…”

Nigel suddenly exploded “Dude, how many times we’ve discussed that, there’s nothing forbidding you guys from being together…” I heard Nigel’s voice thundering inside the room.

However Richie continued on his speech. “Just one piece of advice Kevin, if you really care for this guy let him follow his own way, things are very cute and exciting now that you just look like a superhero or a very huge bodybuilder, it is just amazing, but when your further changes take place you will find yourself fearing of hurting this guy, and even though you don’t intend ever hurting him, you will most likely cause something that will hurt him, so bad that you will wish to be dead.”

Pete reached for Richie’s shoulders “Buddy, I know it’s hard, but we’ve told you there’s no actual rule forbidding Über to be in love with regular guys…”, but my immense former boyfriend was firm about his opinion.

“We don’t have the right to demand so much from regular guys, they can’t live their lives around our growth, adjusting their lives to the size we reach, we can’t live worried that someday you might accidentally crush your lover when you are sleep, I know I don’t want to face Nate and tell him that no matter how many times I fuck, no matter how hard I work out, I can’t forget him, I can’t take the chance of physically hurting him if we are in the heat of passion, I’ve already made up my mind guys…If I can’t forget Nate, I will make him to forget about me…” Richie confessed to my uttering surprise, then Pete fondled his hair and massaged his enormous deltoids.

“We are lucky to have you here, Richie, no one has a heart bigger than yours dude…” Jacobsen said as he leaned forward and kissed my Richie with an incredible passion, and Costa wasn’t shy about kissing the UYA leader back, their massive hands exploring their glorious bodies, and suddenly my whole world seemed to be crushing underneath the immense weight of the huge kissing duo.

Right then, I couldn’t help but gasping, I needed to get out of there immediately unfortunately I haven’t seen the iron bar right next to me and ended up the improved hearing senses of the Übermen suddenly noticed there was an intruder among them.

“There’s somebody else in here…” Nigel said as he stood up and started looking, so I knew I had to be quick. “He’s got to the back door!” Kevin shouted as I ran outside the building, I could hear their huge bodies getting too dangerously close, so I knew I had to run faster, I spotted an upcoming bus, if I just could get inside in time, the übers would never find out I was the one who had broken into their HQ.

I crossed the street like a maniac, the cars all stopped before they could run over me. Unfortunately, the huge truck didn’t have time to stop like the smaller vehicles; I suddenly felt the cold kiss of Death coming for me…

To be continued

[redkage]

I know this ironic for me of all people to say, but...

YOU BETTER NOT KILL HIM OR DO SOMETHING LIKE BREAK EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY BRUNO! >:U

[rextorres]

Ooh boy... I liked the story all the way up to that very last sentence and then I gasped... Uh oh! I don't like that sound of where this story is going...

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by redkage

I know this ironic for me of all people to say, but...

YOU BETTER NOT KILL HIM OR DO SOMETHING LIKE BREAK EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY BRUNO! >:U

Uh oh. Perhaps you'd better listen M4L. I can't send Balrog to save you from Red if he comes for you. He's immune to my whip for now.

Do be careful...

[Mad Dog]

Guys, I seriously don't think he's going to have the truck hit him.

[IndigoSensor]

Congraduations! You have totally yanked on my worst emotional string! Embaressment from being caught!... *feels sick* (litterally, IRL, thats quite a feat there, you should be proud!)

That being aside, this was a wonderful chapter. I totally did not expect what would happen. The only part I guessed is that part of the purpose of the UYA meetings was for sex.

It's intresting. Richie has been pushing Nate away, and it has slowly been working, but you can clearly see the reluctance in Richie's motives when you look back on it.

I'm going to keep my mouth shut on what I think will happen next, but I do have several ideas. One's working better then others depending on how long this story gets.

SUMMARY: Top noch work

[muscl4life]

Oh no...redkage is coming after me? what should I do? :

Oh well...until he gets down here, I will have plenty of time to think on what to do with Nate and the truck - The funniest part is that he is the same guy who kept the whole forums discussing whether he should or should not kill Logan, talk about "cosmic justice" huh?

Thanks for all your comments guys. I wanted this chapter to demonstrate the impact that a non-omniscient first person point of view can have over the reader - we just assume Nate's opinions are the exact truth and it can actually be a trap the writer sets up (I learned that the hardest way ) although I have to admit it is really cool to keep the thrill of the read with this very personal view of the narrator.

What will happen to Nate? Well the question is not so much if i will save him, but more like HOW - like I said...there are no plans for the story, the path will reveal itself as i type it (gee I sound just like Lady Magdel --- )

Thanks for your support and i hope you stick around 'cause chapter 6 might take a little longer to come out.

Cheers

[rextorres]

Whew... What a relief! Thanks, Bruno! I bet some big, hulking, Brazillian Über-dude will come out of nowhere and snatch poor little Nate out of harm's way just seconds before the truck was about to mow him down... Heheh... I dunno... Just guessing, guys... No hate mail, please... I'm also an author, okay? I just finished a 300-page super-hero novel, so this is right up my alley...

Great story, Bruno... I love the characters you created... Heck, I'm almost tempted to write an Überteen fanfic based on this story. That's how much you have inspired me with your story! I've been chatting with Cesar (cesarvillavi) about it for over a week now!

I can't wait to see how you take the relationship between Richie and Nate in the next chapter. Kudos!

[muscl4life]

Originally Posted by rextorres

Heck, I'm almost tempted to write an Überteen fanfic based on this story. That's how much you have inspired me with your story! I've been chatting with Cesar (cesarvillavi) about it for over a week now!

Actually, I would feel very honored if other writers would take the premises of my Übermen universe to create their own views and stories - If I am setting fictional universe, then what could be more meaningful than seeing this creation of mine spreading onto the creative minds of other writers?

Anyone who feels like "adopting" some Überman for your own stories, feel free to use my humble ideas, it would only make me so very proud.

Cheers

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by muscl4life

Actually, I would feel very honored if other writers would take the premises of my Übermen universe to create their own views and stories - If I am setting fictional universe, then what could be more meaningful than seeing this creation of mine spreading onto the creative minds of other writers?

Anyone who feels like "adopting" some Überman for your own stories, feel free to use my humble ideas, it would only make me so very proud.

Cheers

Thanks, Bruno. So far, we just have some ideas on paper (Word doc) and we came up with names for our characters. But, we don't have a (written) story yet. I'll keep in touch with you and run things by you first, because I don't want to post anything without your permission. Thanks!!!! -Rex

[tagsnola]

... we must wait 2 weeks??? Talk about a cliff hanger! Looking forward to two weeks from now.
- TagsNOLA

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by muscl4life

Actually, I would feel very honored if other writers would take the premises of my Übermen universe to create their own views and stories - If I am setting fictional universe, then what could be more meaningful than seeing this creation of mine spreading onto the creative minds of other writers?

Anyone who feels like "adopting" some Überman for your own stories, feel free to use my humble ideas, it would only make me so very proud.

Cheers

Ooo...now there's some temptin' stuff. I'll think about it.

[Jaypat]

Richie pushes Nate away, and yet doesn't push him away. Definately a conflicted character--the most fun to write about and the most fun to read about.

Looking forward to the next installment.

What a cliffhanger!!! Can't wait for the next installment!
Mike

[AznMusclBro]

Thanks for the nice installment, Bruno! Been a while seen we last talked.. how ya been? As always, I can't wait to find out what happens to little Nate.

[muscl4life]

I am sorry, but unfortunately I won't be able to deliver the next installment this week, things are really busy for me irl - which is not an excuse, since all of you also are very busy, the problem is that I really can't find time to write, so I hope you understand, but the story will be finished - it will just take a bit longer.

Thanks for all the kind compliments and feedback,

[nypup2train]

Originally Posted by muscl4life

I am sorry, but unfortunately I won't be able to deliver the next installment this week, things are really busy for me irl - which is not an excuse, since all of you also are very busy [COLOR="Gray"][...][/COLOR]

Actually, it's a pretty kickass excuse, since you're generously donating your time and talent to this site... presumably, your "RL" obligations allow you the time and resources to do so.

All the "very busy" people on here will surely not have the free time to whine and complain while you catch up on things -- in the order of importance that you need to!

...So there, Very Busy People(TM)!

-Pup

[AznMusclBro]

it will be a month pretty soon bruno.... *taps fingers on my desk* we're not trying to rush ya.. just letting ya know *grin*
we all hope the next installment is gonna come soon!!

-jasp

[Excelsior]

Originally Posted by AznMusclBro

it will be a month pretty soon bruno.... *taps fingers on my desk* we're not trying to rush ya.. just letting ya know *grin*
we all hope the next installment is gonna come soon!!

-jasp

I agree!!!

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

[muscl4life]

Believe me, the idea of having Nate so close from death is not a great feeling, but I can only get back to write this story when I find the appropiate amount of time - and for a little longer I can't deliver the chapter, but a.s.a.p. things will return to action.

Thanks

Cheers

[sketlover]

ho my ho my ! one of the best story of this board.
I can't wait the next chapter ^^.
Thank you so much for this wonderful work .

[muscl4life]

Well guys, I am so sorry for taking that long to continue this story, the reasons are the same one i've mentioned before, however, I felt something an urge to write on this story again, I've spent the last 8 hours working on these pages, which were kind of sketched, but needed a stronger approach, and I hope you enjoy it.

Überteen

by muscl4life

Part 6

In a lousy attempt to save my own life, I still considered jumping to my sides, but my legs felt like they were bolted to the road, I tried to shake that horrible feeling over me, my limbs suddenly enfeebled, I sunk on my own knees, totally overwhelmed by the up-close termination of my young life, I wanted to shout, but my mind was focused on the most ridiculous “last wish” when I firmly shut my eyes and braced myself for the worst.

People who have gone through near-death experiences usually say that at such critical moment, their whole lives flashed before their eyes. I don’t know if my life had been so insignificant that it wasn’t worth to be revived at the moment of my departure, but honestly all I felt was a great desire to carve my teeth one last time in a juicy, warm, greasy cheeseburger.

Crouching on the road, lost in my interior darkness, I cried at the loud noise of the 18-wheeler trying to stop, the smell of burnt tires filled my nostrils, my whole body shaking uncontrollably, I was so dead by now and I all could think was how I desperately hungered for one last burger.

Something touched my body, and it was surprisingly tender, I wondered if it was the touch of the Great Reaper releasing my soul one split-second before my undeniable death. I opened my eyes but the light was gone, though my other senses instantly recognize the smell, the touch and the sounds.

Somebody came on my rescue, and I knew it could only be Richie. I thought he would just leap with my body away from there right before the truck would ran over us, I wondered if he could just fly away carrying me along his super powered self into a happier life.

Unfortunately, there was no time for such comic book stunts, yet, my savior never hesitated, he just did what had to be done.

I felt Richie grabbing my body and engulfing it with his enormous bulk, then he arched his massive back, stomping so strongly at the ground I could feel his right foot breaking through the layers of asphalt and concrete, Richie moved his hips, twisting his humongous body, setting his powerful right shoulder in position to absorb the impact of that lethal collision.

CRASH!

It felt like the world was literally shaking around me, I felt the humongous muscles of my Richie flexing so hard, they actually compressed me like some kind of kind of vacuum sealer; the hard, warm touch of his muscles through the flimsy fabric of his clothing protected me from the impact of the fatal effects. I tried to scream for Richie’s sake but my mouth was muffled by the sheer strength of his muscles around my body, I felt the pressure around us increasing, we were moving, but at the same point, Richie managed to remain standing, keeping I could hear the metal crashing against the colossal teen that saved my life.

After such loud moments, I felt my ears buzzing, until a new series of sounds started, drivers stepping on the breaks abruptly, people screaming, calling for help, among all those noises I desperately seek to hear one in particular.

Richie’s heartbeat – I only cared to hear his heart beating, because if in the end he had to sacrifice for me, I would never forgive my own stupidity. I wanted to keep my eyes closed, the images could be too horrible, I just wanted to hear his heart beating before I could…

“Nate…Nate can you hear me?” That same basso-profundo voice tone which I already recognized as being Richie’s, I couldn’t seem to find his powerful heartbeat, although it didn’t mean my savior hadn’t make it, once again the uncanny abilities of those we called Übermen proved to be simply incomparable with anything humans could possibly attain, for Richie had literally stopped an eighteen-wheeler truck with his own massive body, on top of such impressive deed, Richard didn’t seem wounded at all, he was more worried about my own condition.

“Nate…please talk to me…” Richard said as hi big thick fingers rubbed the sides of my face; I slowly opened my eyes, but as soon as I made the slightest gesture, Richie just held me closer to his chest, if that was actually physically possible.

“Too tight…” I complained in a very weak voice tone, because Richard was so nervous about my condition he actually forgot my frail human body couldn’t handle all the pressure his humongous muscles could create around it – my Brazilian Über just smirked and released some of the pressure, although he gave firm signs he wasn’t letting go of me any time soon, I could breathe much easier, anyway – those were silent few seconds, but we both felt like our eyes said much more than our lips would ever dare.

There we were; the stupidly-nosy-guy-who-almost-got-ran-over-by-a-truck and the Über-who-saved-the-life-of-the-guy-he-wanted-to-push-away. Although Richie still loved me, just as much as I love him, it read clearly in his intense green eyes that his latest act of unselfish love didn’t change our situation.

“Nate…are you okay? Are you feeling anything wrong?” He asked me still very concerned. I could hear people gathering around the incident, some were braver but most of them just stood there at a reasonable distance after all there were three real Übermen in that spot – for most of people it still meant a really dangerous place.

“Yeah…I felt jealousy, but now I just feel stupid…and thankful because you saved my life, Richie…” I said looking firmly into those green eyes that I loved so much. Richie just gulped, it was clear he was fighting the same urge I had to forget about everything and kiss those juicy lips.

His smile never seemed so embarrassed before, his cheeks were red; it was like that colossal man had just realized he had risked his very life when he threw himself in front that truck – speaking of it, I suddenly realized I still didn’t see whatever happened after Richie pulled that fantastic stunt.

“Dude, what was that?!” Nigel asked as he approached my beloved Richie; the older über checked on both of us with a very concerned look. Soon, Jacobsen joined the picture, and he had the same worried expression.

“The firemen will be here in any moment now…” Pete said in a very slow tone, his blue eyes checked everything over and over, and I suddenly felt worried, because I couldn’t see anything engulfed by Richard’s enormous muscles.

“Okay…but what about the trucker?” Richard asked his tone sounded genuinely concerned with the sake of the poor truck driver, who suddenly ran into a solid wall of teen muscle.

Jacobsen nodded “We already took care of him, he is gonna be okay, but we can’t say the same about the truck, you’ve totally wrecked the vehicle!”

Richie smirked “I had no other choice, someone’s life was at stake…” He said petting my head, which suddenly made me imagine that he would actually do the same thing to save any person, or maybe even a puppy or a kitten – even before his transition period, Richie was the kind of man who risked his very life to save others – was it really any special because I was the one whose life was endangered?

“Save the Superman speech, you big fool! We all know you would never let anyone die, what to say about Nate, although you’ve clearly didn’t think it thorough. Now…since you are both well and unharmed.” Nigel took a few steps back and held his cell phone, which looked even smaller on those massive paws – the clicking of the camera announced that Nigel’s playful personality was back on track.

The beautiful Ebony Überman then showed us the picture he took and I gasped. Richie was just acting like nothing serious had happened but it was far from being true – Costa stopped the truck, but the incredible amount of inertia stored on the vehicle produced an unbelievable effect, the truck had literally crushed AROUND Richie’s body, creating an enormous mass of wrecked metal and rubber than once has been a bright new metallic blue 18-wheeler.

The remarkable detail, which pushed Nigel into taking that amazing photo was that Richie wasn’t harmed at all, despite the fact he was the one suffering all the impact, his uncanny hard muscles just deflected all the energy, because even if Richie’s body was made out of Über material, I was 100% regular, and I was feeling pretty much fine, despite the tremendous experience I had just undergone. Somehow, Richie not only resisted the crash his body absorbed all the impact, which explained my own survivor something to my little knowledge seemed something pulled out of the superheroes universe.

“I could get out of here, but I might hurt Nate…” It suddenly sounded Richie was apologizing with his Über fellows that he didn’t get free from all the surrounding metal on his own, which didn’t seem so difficult given his tremendous size. I wasn’t sure how I should feel about his concern, he had just saved my life, but it actually sounded like Richie was patronizing me, although, judging by the way our bodies were interwoven , if Costa tried to push himself through the metal, his humongous muscles, which were totally surrounding my body, could indeed turn me into pulp.
“It is alright buddy, we’ll help you, after all Pete and I are way stronger than the Jaws of Life…” Nigel said as he and Peter clamped those humongous hands around the metal, easily crushing the steel beneath those thick fingers.

“You get out on three…” Nigel said as he looked at Richie and then back at Jacobsen – just as effortlessly as the older übers bent the metal around Costa’s humongous muscles, my beloved stud slowly moved his muscles, allowing my much smaller frame to slip from his powerful and protective embrace. For one side I kinda wanted to remain embraced to Richie like that for a little longer, however, at the same time I feared it would only make things between us even more complicated.

I’ve managed to get out, standing back on my own feet, something that I’ve never thought would be possible again, frankly, it felt really strange not having all that strength to protect my body, my own legs seemed too weak to support my weight, I don’t know exactly why, the moment I was released from Richie’s grip I just couldn’t stand on my own, but before I could collapse I heard a tremendous noise, and it was Richie’s literally bursting out of the metal scrap in order to pick me before I fell again.

“Oh my God, Nate, we’ve GOT to take you to the hospital!” Richie exclaimed as he scooped me in his monstrous arms once again.

“No…Richie…I'm fine…I just lost the balance…” I tried to convince him there was nothing wrong with me after his heroic feat, but it was in vain, for Rich could be as stubborn as a mule.

“Rich, the paramedics will be here in a second, they can tell if there’s something wrong with Nate!” Jacobsen tried to reason, but Costa was determined to make sure I wasn’t hurt.

“Yeah, dude, what are you doing? Taking Nate to the hospital by foot, are you just gonna run down the highways stomping over cars, is that your idea? Don’t you think we’ve got enough problems with your recent stunt? Let’s just take our time and make things right, you don’t want the news talking wrong things about the incident huh?” Nigel had a good point, so Richie just stood there holding me like a baby while we heard the sirens getting closer.

The ambulance with paramedics indeed got really fast to the place, although it took them much longer to actually come forward to take care of the trucker, after all, according to the reports, there were three massively huge Überteenagers who have just wrecked an 18-wheeler with their bare hands. Richie, finally lost his patience and carried me closer.

“Listen, if you guys are afraid of us, that is your problem, but we’ve got two guys who need you right now, so please just forget about us monsters and focus on your work okay?” Richie said in a much calmer tone than his body language suggested, so the paramedics still felt a lot intimidated by his enormous figure, soon, however, one of them took the guts to reach the trucker, who had been already gently removed by Nigel and Jacobsen – although he was sore all over and got a few burn marks because of the airbags, the trucker was indeed much better than he looked, but who could blame him? Not only he had almost ran over a stupid boy, then a monstrous creature made of muscle crashed against him, totally wrecking his precious brand new working instrument, on top of everything, two other monster teenagers just broke into the crushed metal to grab his sore body.

Meanwhile, the remaining paramedic checked my body, under the careful supervision of my humongous body-guard, at each part he examined; Richie’s face twisted in different expressions of anxiety and preoccupation, until the E.M.T finally announced that, apparently there was nothing wrong with me, but Richard insisted.

“Well, we can only know for sure once the proper exams have been done right? I mean you are taking us to the nearest hospital, right buddy?” Richie said placing his huge hand on the left shoulder of the paramedic which totally covered his entire chest.

“Erm…sure, we can take him to the hospital, but I'm afraid…there won’t be any space for you, pal…I mean…” The EMT hesitated about prohibiting the enormous lad to along with us in the ambulance but Richie didn’t even let the guy finish; he just carefully picked my body up as the paramedics prepared me for the ride.

“That’s not a problem, you guys take Nate and the other man to the hospital, make sure to get the highway, it’s the closest route to the hospital…” Suddenly it sounded like Nate was telling the professionals how to do their job.

“No offense kid, but only a fool would take the highway that time of the day, everything is jammed because of the duplication works!” The EMT replied, normally he would just ignore any suggestion given by laymen, however given the size and the colossal stance of the nosy boy.

However, Richie didn’t seem to notice the gentle manner in which the paramedic suggested him to step aside and let them do their job. “Trust me, take the main road and I’ll guarantee you’ll make to the hospital much faster!” The EMT duo could not quite catch the meaning of Richie’s suggestion, although it seemed obvious they weren’t trying to make those humongous lads angry at them; once “persuaded” to follow Richie’s instructions, the paramedics proceeded to take me and the poor driver inside the vehicle.

“Don’t worry, Nate, I have everything under control” Richie said brushing the sides of my cheeks, I wished he leaned down and kissed me, but it seemed Costa was determined to follow his plan to shut me off his life, I suddenly desired the EMT team suddenly ignored Nate’s “orders”.

From the back windows of the ambulance, I watched as my Richie approached the humongous Jacobsen, I could see the intensity of my former Brazilian boyfriend’s concern, because I’ve certainly screwed things once again, however the worst part for me was that Pete was just there to save Richie’s day once again; he placed his hands on Costa’s impressively wide shoulder, giving it a gentle shake and flashing a winning smile to make Richie feel more confident. I couldn’t help but feeling uncontrollably jealousy at those enormously muscular lads, their unearthed beauty and muscular perfection matched so perfectly that it was just impossible to deny they were a match made in heaven.

The ambulance had barely reached the highway and we felt the driver hitting the breaks. “Damn! Just like we told that monster, it’s all jammed!” The driver cursed, turning on the siren and trying to force its passage among the heavy traffic, but it was just useless.

I would start protesting about the fact the driver had called Richie a monster, when suddenly, we felt a series of small shocks, like there was an earthquake or something, I instantly recognized that unusual feeling, there was no way to stop that silly grin from my lips, and judging by the look on the paramedic that traveled along with me, he had guessed the same thing.

“Holy cow, what are those crazy dudes doing now?” The driver asked in disbelief, outside cars honked and people screamed, it sounded like doomsday commenced, and yet I couldn’t do anything but facing the vehicle’s ceilings, the other EMT stood up and checked the reason for such commotion.

“I guess your friends…are clearing the way for us” the low, almost whispering voice tone indicated his shock.

All I heard were the sounds of metal, heavy powerful grunts; people screaming and cheering, but that was all needed to mentally visualize what happened outside; it was indeed very weird and embarrassing sprouting a boner while laying down in an ambulance litter, all tied and immobilized, I suddenly thanked the paramedic was too entertained by the little show Richie and the other Übers provided to notice the bulge of my hard cock.

I suddenly heard someone hitting the window, the beautiful face of Richie appeared for me, smiling so beautifully and tenderly as usual, he showed me his big thumbs signaling everything would be indeed under his control, I wished I could move my hands to wave back at him, but Richie had no time to waste, I devised his pretty face getting away from the ambulance, the sounds of the commotion provoked outside only intensified.

Nonetheless, the vehicle started moving, the driver conducted us through the cleared road, Richie had managed to provide – the other EMT just waved his head in disbelief, suddenly the road felt much more rougher.
“Dude, those guys just invaded moved the cars blocking our way to the construction site and now…they are clearing the way for us…I mean… they…are getting the trucks and those huge vehicles out of our way…with their bare hands!” The guy reported me, and I really wanted to witness such wonderful scene, although the sounds they were producing gave a pretty accurate idea of their intent.
Richie, Jacobsen and Nigel opened our way through the impressively heavy construction equipment – trucks, cranes, concrete mixers, enormous walls of stacked iron bars, they didn’t even need the crew to operate the heavy machinery, my über friends simply used the power contained in those inhuman muscles to move anything that stood in our way to get through the hospital.

“Holly cow, how strong are those Über guys?” The truck driver asked rhetorically as we easily drove through the cleared space, while Richie, Pete and Nigel ran ahead of us to take care of the enormous obstacles, most of the times each one acted alone, but some of times, given the herculean category of their intent, they teamed up to move something that would take much longer if they worked alone – such effort rationalization truly indicated, they were not trying to show off – they really wanted to make a difference in our rescue.

I couldn’t actually look at the poor man “Well…honestly I think not even them can answer your question.” Meanwhile, the shortcut opened by pure muscle power actually worked, because in just a few minutes we arrived at the hospital, the ambulance stopped, the doors opened, the emergency crew entered to take us inside, I watched as Richie followed the crew, towering over them with a truly concerned look.

“I’ll be here when you get out, Nate, I’ll promise”…He said before we entered the building.

I don’t know how it happened, but as soon as I’ve got to the Emergency Room, there was my father right beside the doctor in charge for the ER. I knew that face all too well, my father was not just worried, and he was clearly freaked out. Dr. Briggs watched silently as the other doctor checked me once again.

“Well, Hank, if you haven’t told me this kid had just came from a truck disaster, I’d just say he fell from his bike or something…just a few bruises but that’s all. You got lucky Nate!” The doctor waved his head as he looked at my father “But I guess the worst part is yet to come huh?”

“Thanks so much Charles, I know he doesn’t seem harmed, but can we still run that catscan? My wife will never stop bugging me if I don’t show her that everything is okay.” Dad smirked as he shook hands with the other doctor.
“Sure…you can take him to the tomography room, now.”
I suddenly gulped as dad faced me so intensely “I am not even asking you what the hell happened, I got a call from Pete and he reported about the accident, fortunately for you I was attending some patients here, now cut the crape and get on this chair, we still have lots of exams to run – and they won’t be funny at all.”

Once again Pete Jacobsen made me look an imbecile, although he cared about me so much to inform my parents about the accident, I couldn’t help feeling mad at the fact that he was not just indefinitely bigger, stronger, more attractive, cleverer than me, he was also a much better person than I could ever be.

I motioned to sit at the chair “Dad…I…” I felt so stupid for being in that situation, especially when I now understood it only happened because I could not trust Richie, and no wonder he wanted to shut me down from his life, I meant anything but trouble, BIG troubles.

“Save the explanations for your mother, kid. The whole hospital crew heard you and the über squad coming through the construction site. Frankly, I think you should try to control that hot temper, especially when we both know that no matter if it was you who screwed things – the rest of people will just blame everything on the Übermen…” Dad said as he pushed my chair out of the ER.

After my father made the hospital crew run pretty much all kind of possible exams on my body, I was finally released to go home, because, miraculously, I hadn’t suffered anything serious, and despite the tremendously displeasing shame guilt I might felt, it was indeed to get out and face the consequences of my unwise deeds – and by consequences I mean facing the absurd number of reporters and photographers that already expected for any detail about the unearthed story that happened this afternoon, but not just them, there were actually denizens of people seeming despaired to talk with me.

The scene outside the hospital building was indeed interesting, the three massive Übers were surrounded by much smaller people, although the young lads could be pointed out as the ones being the intimidated, they towered over the nosy reporters and the unceasing flashes of the press, none of them cared to answer not a single one of the insensible questions those reporters made – Richie patiently waited outside, displaying a stoic determination to remain under control, those bastards had already created an “unofficial version” of the incident, in which I was the one being chased by three furious Überteenagers, the police also was there, despaired to find the slightest reason to put those “monsters” behind the bars, and even the guys from an insurance company were sent to investigate the reason for the destruction of a brand new 18-wheeler, after all not many companies were covered against Übermen-provoked damages.

I wanted to get out standing on my feet, not just to look tougher to face the sharks outside, but especially to calm the only one that really mattered, the moment our gazes met, Richie started walking among the many people surrounding him, if he had been tremendously patient so far, now he simply forced his passage through the usage of his impossibly huge bulk, like a modern day Moses, Richie opened his passage through the red sea of paparazzi and finally got close of me, he looked at my dad, who just shook his hand and said out loud.

“Thanks for saving the life of my son, Richie, I don’t know what came onto Nate to throw himself under that immense truck, but if it weren’t for your bravery and that of your friends too…” Suddenly my father hugged my best friend and broke down in tears, which had a devastating effect at the crowd. Dad’s emotion was true, I could see he actually meant it, however, I also understood the real reason behind such unexpected statement, if my father was personally complimenting Richie and his friends, it meant any bogus story about me being chased by a furious pack of Überteenagers was just tabloid material.

Richie blushed, his green eyes indicated he wasn’t expecting such appreciation display, the other huge lads, seemed to act on cue and addressed to the reporters, Pete and Nigel were handling folders for the reporters; Jacobsen flashed a winning smile and started reading that unexpected press release.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we from the Über Youth of America would like to thank the press members for your presence here, for information is the vital key to overcome prejudice and any kind of discrimination in our society. This afternoon, Nathan Briggs was almost victimized in a terrible incident and he was saved by the unselfish act of bravery displayed by Ricardo Costa, who single handedly stopped a moving truck to avoid his best friend to be killed.

Yes, Richie is an Überman and like it’s already widely known, for that reason he possesses strength, endurance and performance standards much higher than a regular individual of his age, and those differences actually guaranteed his survival, not to mention Nate and the truck driver Edgar Mayer, who had kindly agreed to cooperate with the investigations and assured that if it wasn’t for Richie, he could have been unwillingly responsible for the death of a teenager. In order to provide the fastest access to the nearby hospital unity, Richie, Nigel and myself decided to help the EMT team, opening space through the construction site of the Northern Highway, which also provoked an understandable commotion among our community members, we once again apologize for any inconvenient we might have caused through our recent deeds, although we assure no damages were caused to the public safes; finally we from UBA strongly believe that our gifts are not a threat to our fellow citizens, quite the contrary, they can help when necessary, not because we are stronger or bigger than most of society members, but especially because we feel the need to help our brothers and sisters in the need.”

I had to admit Pete was just too damn good, the guy not only wrote a press release, he also seemed to have discussed the best way to avoid any troubles for Richie, not just that, his magnificent looks and extraordinary public speaking skills totally conquered the sympathy of the press members, the accusations and disgustingly insinuating questions were gone, all the reporters cared now was to hear more details about UBA’s leader positions about the Übermen reports all over the country – Jacobsen not only covered our asses, he also provided the perfect smoke bomb to cover our retreat.

The next thing I noticed, Richie and I were already inside my dad’s car – that means, while dad I rode in the front, poor Costa had to squeeze himself in the back seat, he literally had to lie in fetal position, I quickly threw a huge blanket my dad borrowed from the hospital, and we drove away, trying to keep as unnoticed as possible, although after Pete’s speech, I pretty much doubted they would still be interested in hearing “the old news”.

Dad actually seemed thrilled with the action – “Damn, that Jacobsen dude is good! He only asked me to thank Richie in public and let the rest with him, I never thought he could handle all those vultures at once!”

“Yeah, that’s why he is our leader; Pete really knows how to act under pressure!” Richie commented, suddenly forgetting that he was the one who never thought twice about saving my life, to me that was acting under pressure, but after all the trouble I had caused with my insane and ever growing jealous of Pete Jacobsen, I decided to nod along and sink in the passenger’s seat drove us back home where we still had to face the worst part; the despair of our mothers, and this time I don’t think not even Pete’s unearthed charm would work.

To make a long (and terribly shameful) story short, once we got home, it was a whole new commotion; of course my mother and Mrs. Costa were all over us, demanding to know what triggered such unexplainable and terrible events, but at some point their anger was surpassed by the happiness of having us safe and sound albeit the extraordinary stories they have heard and seen in television.

At the end, although I’ve been grounded “until my face grows a full beard” I felt that things did not end so badly as I’ve expected, although that was pretty close, even Richie, the perfect son, was grounded for the first time, temporarily prohibited to go to UYA’s meetings, something that made feel happy and tremendously guilty at the same time, because I knew those meetings meant a lot to Rich, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feeling relieved in knowing that at least Costa and Jacobsen wouldn’t be making out every afternoon after school for a while. I knew that after a couple of weeks of extreme surveillance, both mom and Mrs. Costa would eventually get bored of keeping us under such tight leashes and so we’d be released from the punishment, Richie would get back to his meetings, and I quite frankly, would use that time to do some serious thinking.

And time indeed is the best way to figure something out, as most difficult and impossible it may initially seems, if you start pondering about details not just as they had first appealed to us, but especially how things actually happened around us, then you might eventually get a clue, usually in a very ironic way.

There aren’t many things I could actually do while “paying my debt with society” – television, internet, videogames, music, sports – most of the pleasures for a teenager were took away from me, except for reading, something I actually never really cared, but given my lack of choices, I decided to read something to distract my mind out of trouble, comic books, variety, the morning paper suddenly had more than just comics and sports section, but my day was actually much longer than minor reading materials could provide me – the irony commenced when I found one of Richie’s books among my school stuff, “The Little Prince” – I still remember how much of a hard time I gave Richie when he told me he loved such a girly book, I used to say he was now ready for becoming “Miss Congeniality”.

I guess I finally “borrowed” the book after such insistence of his part, which just proved that Richie could be just as stubborn as me if he wanted, anyway, confined on my bedroom “until hell freezes”, I eventually started reading the classic story that has been charming young beauty pageant contestants for generations, and the irony only increased as I found myself devouring each page with an unexpected hunger.

All this time, I’ve been really wanting to understand why my relationship with Richie suddenly got so intense after he discovered his über condition, for two times we have caused havoc and chaos, if before it was only in our neighborhood, now our crazy love had taken the entire city by assault, I still didn’t know exactly why things always seemed to end in near disaster when Riche and I tried to figure out our situation, and suddenly I felt my chest sinking as I remembered the words Richie said to that initiating über.

“If you actually care for that boy, you should not let things go any further, übers need a lot of sex, and regular guys may get hurt sometimes, not just physically but emotionally, it’s just very hard for a tiny guy to understand that sex is something so powerful…”

Could it be something so simple? Have I been so stupidly stuck in my opinion that I never cared to put myself in Richard’s enormous shoes? I guess all troubles I’ve caused proved that Richie’s might teamed up with my insensibility tended to lead into catastrophic situations, maybe it was time for something I never thought it would be possible – I had to rationalize things, maybe my feelings towards Richie were causing more troubles than benefits – he had always been my best friend, and I know we’ll always remain that way.

I guess it was time to face something I had been trying to smuggle inside my own selfish chest; a few months earlier, I’d never admit to Richie that I loved “The little Prince” – but situation was so obviously parallel that I could no longer deny – irony is just something designed by the “Great Architect” to make us realize we are nothing but stupid creatures in the end.

I also knew I couldn’t just corner him, for it had turned out so horribly wrong the previous times, so I waited all night long, thinking and rethinking about my arguments, trying to make them as solid as possible, suddenly I felt anguished to not be able to phone Richie anymore, and only then I realized how much sense it finally made, although it actually increased my anxiety to meet Richie, and the night never lasted so long.

I took all precaution necessary, in order to avoid running into me, Richie left for school in the last possible minute, although with his impressive and ever growing muscular legs, the distance between his house and our school was covered each day faster. I also respected his space, for Richie now sat at the very other side of the classroom in which I was, he was clearly following the orders to “avoid getting Nate into trouble” down to the letter, and that was the most excruciating part of being so close and yet so far from my best friend I’ve had in my life.

Finally, the moment I was expecting had arrived, the History teacher had phoned sick, and we would have an entire period free, something that for most of students is just exhilarating, for Richie actually felt disappointing, so he just decided to spend the free time in class to advance even more on his personal studies – no matter how massively huge that guy was getting, he was still a major nerd – and even in these days I wasn’t so close to him, I still could tell almost exactly how much bigger he was getting – my Brazilian friend was soon to reach the 10 feet tall mark, I just wished there was a scale under his especially designed über desk to tell me his precise weight, although judging by the enormity shoulder width and his relatively tiny waist, the impossibly hugeness of his chest, the heroically girth of those monumental arms, the legendary muscular complexion of those thighs and the heavenly secret that kept his humongous manhood confined in such skin tight clothes, at each passing day Richie became more like Pete Jacobsen, and if that once made me feel stupidly jealous, now it makes perfect sense.

Richie was so lost in his own thoughts he never heard when I approached him, and I gently touched his grotesquely oversized hand. “Hey there…” I said very calmly, and it seemed to work, because he didn’t desperately retrieved his enormous paw, although I could tell in his eyes he still wanted to avoid me.

“Hi, Nate, didn’t see you there” Although flashing a dazzling white smile, his reply sounded unusually dry, I noticed the humongous lad already preparing to move. “I guess I lost the sense of time. I really need to take care of something, his body stood so tall and so powerful, I obviously felt my erection building but I needed to overcome my urges.

“Erm…you take care, buddy…” Richie said once again before turning his humongously wide box-shaped back on me.

“I am your Rose, aren’t I?” I said at once, feeling tremendously stupid for making any allusion to Saint Exupery’s classic, but it had the exact effect over my gigantically sized “Little Prince” because he not only stopped, the behemoth actually turned around to look down at me, so I had to cease the opportunity.

“You know… the Red Rose under the glass dome…I’ve done some reading these past days…and I guess I finally understood how you feel about me.” I confessed, although the voice sounded much weaker than I wanted.

I waited for any reaction of him, because anything was better than having Richie forcing himself to avoid me, the grin rising on his lips indicated my irony theory seemed to work.

“So…you had my book all along and only now you’ve chose to read it?” He asked as his eyebrows arched, displaying his surprise.

I shrugged “What else can I do until my mom gets decides to let go of my punishment? Besides, you were the one begging me to read more classics…”

Richie finally nodded “Well, you have to, we need to build a solid academic character if we want to get into a good university…”

“Don’t change the subject, Rich, I asked you a question, do you feel about me the same way the Prince felt about his Red Rose?” I finally gathered the courage to face the humongous muscular lad towering over me, and Costa finally noticed it was time for us to work things out between us.

The huge Über passed his hands through the luscious hair of his “If you mean that I care a lot about you, then you are right, I kinda see you like Prince saw the Rose.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it, the Red Rose under the Glass dome was for the Prince the greatest responsibility of his entire life, because he actually felt it was incapable to survive without him, the Rose was his most precious possession, but at the same time the reason why he couldn’t just move on with his life!” I suddenly vomited a very precise and personal analysis of that book, one that would certainly impress the toughest literature teacher, although I was not interested in impressing a teacher, I wanted to understand how my friend felt.

Costa’s eyes widened, he suddenly needed to sit, fortunately his über desk was not that far, Richie took a deep breath, all the time looking at my face so intensely, even as he was sat and I stood, we were practically at eye level, so the Green sea in which I wanted to drown never seemed so closer.

“Well, you’ve certainly gave it some deep thought huh?” Richie’s hand reached the back of my hand; I felt the humongous paw could easily cover my own head. “I guess I didn’t even see things from this side, but…I certainly don’t feel like I own you, and I don’t consider you to be incapable.”

“Yet, you have to save me every now and then…” I placed my hands around the gargantuan arm, feeling the rugged mountains of muscle on it. “The worst part is that I do behave like that Rose, always demanding, I don’t care for your needs, I only feel like you should be worried about what I want…and it’s actually monopolizing you…like you owed me something…” I felt the tears trying to roll down my face, but I fought the urge to keep my grounds.

Richie didn’t feel like retrieving his arm, he enjoyed my gentle rubbing, but I felt his finger gently brushing my cheekbone. “Nate…how come you say something like that, you are the most unselfish person I know, you’ve helped so much, ever since the day we met you have been helping me…”

“Exactly, and I always felt proud for being the one who would help you, the smarter one, the one with whom you counted, but it all changed all of a sudden – you are not my skinny cute friend that I secretly wanted to kiss, you’ve become such a powerful muscular man, a behemoth, a force of nature…and still I felt things wouldn’t change between us, I felt like I would always be in charge, when I helped you with the whole S.M.U.T. episode, I truly thought I still needed to take care of you, that although you’ve grown so much, deep down you were the same person…”

“Nate…I didn’t change in the outside, I am still the same Richie.” He said, bringing me closer to his body, gently lifting my chin to face his face.
“I know that…now…you didn’t change, I was just blind to see the real you inside your former looks, I didn’t feel like you were capable of defending yourself, you would always need me to do well, even though you were the best student, the best athlete, the once built for success, your Über condition only made all those things infinitely more obvious, and that what made me suddenly turn into the Rose…”

“You know…from someone who said it was just “Miss Congeniality book” you’re actually going really deep in the meanings of the story huh? Richie smiled and for the first time things in a long time things between us seemed so easy, and so natural.

“Yeah…the irony…it really tastes bittersweet…but I did become the Red Rose, because deep down, it wasn’t bad, or actually selfish, it was just afraid, because it realized eventually the Prince would go after much bigger things, he had much higher purposes in life than being its personal gardener, I mean just look at me following you in secret, sneaking into the UYA’s building to spy on you, even though you’ve pretty much made it clear you felt unsure about a future for our relationship, I could not stand the idea that you actually had much more important things to accomplish in your life than being my boyfriend.”

Richie looked at me with a concerned look “Nate, I am sorry if I made you feel meaningless in my new life, but truth is I…”
I gently closed his mouth with my finger “Please…I need to finish it…I’ve already caused you too much trouble for acting without thinking ahead, it’s time for me to be them mature one…” I took some breath before I continued. “I guess you were right after all, we, little guys might not ever understand what it feels to be so huge and strong, all the things inside your body, but…it doesn’t mean we can’t actually relate to most of your feelings.”

“What do you mean?” Richie sounded each time more intrigued.
“Well…you and the other Übers, you’re guys having lot of sex inside the HQ, don’t you?” I asked at once, and yet he blushed in all tones of red before gathering courage to confess.

“Yeah…constantly” His smile was indeed sexy, although the embarrassment look in his features were much more precious. “But you have to understand Nate, I…”
“I know…I know…you love me at the same time...and that’s what I mean. You are not feeling torn apart just because you are an Über. This feeling you have, I have it too…”

Now it was time for Richie’s shocked expression “You do?”

“Of course, although I have to admit it was very confused in my head, I first thought I was jealousy of you and the other Überteens, especially Pete Jacobsen, when I saw your kiss, well you already know what happened afterwards, but then it took me a while to figure I was just blaming them for something I felt as well…Richie…I feel horny about Pete, Nigel too, I mean I love you but my cock gets so hard when around them.”

For the first time, Richie seemed to understand my point of view, his embarrassed grin was even cuter. “So…you understand…”

“That you can love me and still feel incredibly hot after those guys? Hell yeah, and it’s not because your Über condition, it’s precisely because we are MEN, male teenagers, in the peak of our crazy puberty hormones, we have all this raw sexuality, and we want to fuck all the time. Übers do not hold exclusivity on that aspect of manhood…” I laughed while leaning my head on his gargantuan body.

Richie joined me in the laughter, and for a few moments we stood there, enjoying each other’s company, but eventually Costa gently made me face his manly face.

“So…where exactly do we stand?” He asked me frankly curious about our relationship.
I smiled. “We are exactly where we should have been all the time. You are my best friend, and the one I love, unfortunately we can’t be lovers, so it’s time for me to let you go…but I don’t mean stopping seeing you, I want us to have what we used to have, that feeling of complicity, we might not be lovers ever again, but the eventual kiss and tenderness wouldn’t hurt…I don’t want you to feel worried about hurting me, and at the same point, you can’t help feeling that way when your body does nothing but growing bigger each day…” I gently held his cheeks and planted a long, deep, warm kiss on them.
“If we become responsible for those we conquer, I am now setting you free Richie, free to live your life and be all that you can be, I love you so much, and will love you, I do need you in my life, but in a way we can both enjoy, I don’t want you to worry about my safety at every second, I especially promise to stay out of all trouble.” I finally said and gently slipped from his embrace.
Richie watched as I smiled back at him “Wow it really feels much better…”
The humongous lad stood up “Are you sure that’s how you feel? I…really never meant to hurt you…”
“Richie, you always gave me the best times, ever since we were children, and even now, you were my first lover, and I guess in a lot of ways you will be the only…but I am the one who needs this closure, although I feel our friendship will remain the same, at least that is my most sincere hope.”

“You too, Nate…I guess it wasn’t meant to be after all, but I don’t regret trying at all…” He smiled and hugged me so tenderly, engulfing my body with the same muscles that saved my life – the power I still lusted after, but somehow, I didn’t feel despaired for attesting we couldn’t be together, I felt actually relieved, because this way Richie was free, my heart was broken, but knowing that it would indeed save Richie from all the pain and guilty he was feeling was my strongest motivation.

In the end, I guess I was just being stubborn to admit that those rumors about Übermen were right, it actually didn’t mean an über can’t love a regular guy, but things are much more complicated when your lover is over twice taller than you and more than 10 times heavier, with strength that is capable of bending steel pipes like they were made of tin foil.

So, that’s how things between me and Richie Costa returned to normalcy. I am not saying I still didn’t incredibly jealousy every time Pete and Nigel passed by our school to pick up Rich after class, in fact, it did hurt when I realized that if Richie once looked so much smaller than Jacobsen, or Morris, but now he was not just as every bit as big as his Über friends, all of those massively lads grew even bigger as time passed, it was just impressive to attest their development carried on.

I still got my private time with Richie when he walked me to school, which was a very practical transport way, just sitting on the shoulder of your best friend and enjoy as his giant muscular frame did all the hard work – not to mention that in school we still remained best friends, even when other students were reported to be Übermen, it still didn’t change how Nate felt about me, we were inseparable for almost all the time, after all Richie still needed his personal time to fulfill his “Über duties”, which I totally understand.
Like I said before, my heart still ached for not being able to enjoy Richie completely, I still lusted after him, but truth to be told my love for Rich still filled my heart to the brims, to the point I didn’t even notice that I actually became some kind of “legend” in Hamilton High, the guy who actually broke up with the biggest man of school, I guess I got some kind of reputation, which, added to the fact I was slowly changing into a very attractive young lad – and what really hurt me was the fact it was Richie who had to point out when a guy was checking me out, which was actually very funny because I hung out with an enhanced version of David.

At the same time, Richie and Pete never assumed an open relationship; I guess he didn’t want to hurt me, although I was pretty sure they were “friends with benefits” – it was just too much testosterone accumulated in those ever growing muscles, and each day it only seemed they would never stop growing, Richie’s parents actually built another isle in their household for their humongous son, where the ceilings had to be higher than 12 feet tall, because Richie wouldn’t take more than months to reach such extraordinary height, in fact, the whole isle was simply a massive bedroom with an outdoor kitchen so Richie would have his meals with his parents.

If at first Susanna and Marcello felt sad for the condition of their son, they now were thrilled about his enormous size and massiveness, thanks for the UYA help, Richie now had custom made clothes delivered monthly at his house, not to mention that his family received a financial support for all the extra food they had to buy now, they also met the parents of other lads who shared the same peculiar condition, and that really helped them to accept that his son was just enormously big, but not hinder neither a menace.

Great news was that other Über students were reported, and Hamilton High was indeed the most Über friendly school of the country, and soon Richie could enjoy participating of collective sports once again, although not even the new Über guys were big enough to Richie’s standards, he could at least share the joy of playing with the new Über designed courts and equipment.

Eventually, the school year finally ended, it had actually been too stressing and exhausting, a true emotional roller coaster that returned to the station. I was sat with Richie underneath the three, his favorite spot in the park, maybe because that three remained taller than my giant best friend, although I had no doubt he could just pull the trunk out of the dirty if he wanted, still Richie would never do such thing, he was just the sweetest guy in the world.
“So what are you plans for the summer?” Costa easily made me seat on his gargantuan thigh, nonetheless, I got used to talk without looking at his face, because there was no way to see over those mountainous chest of his. As Richie grew even bigger and more muscular, his proportions also changed, he now looked so packed in muscle that even Jacobsen seemed to pale in comparison, although the Leader of UYA would never admit he was outmuscled; deep down I felt incredibly proud for my best friend.

“Oh nothing special…I might go spend some time with my relatives of my mother, you know how much she misses her folks…” I said trying to sound as natural as possible.

“That’s great…Pete wants me to speak at the First International Über Convention to be held in D.C., but that means I’d have to spend most of the summer preparing me for the event, it is going to be pretty important, seems even the President will be there, our goal is to create a bill with the rights of the Übermen…” Richie could not disguise the excitement in his tone.

“Talk about big plans huh? Well I think you should go and help those guys to prepare an event they will never forget!” I said truly enthusiastic about the idea, because Richie had been working very hard in the cause of the Übermen, he deserved to witness such important event, everything else was just minor.

“Yeah…do you think you could meet with me there? It’d mean a lot because you were the one who inspired me!”

“But…What would I be doing there? I am not an Über neither an important authority”
“Well…you are very important to me…and it would mean a lot if you’d come, my parents are coming too…so I guess you could join them in the trip, I don’t think they would mind…”
“Can I ask you a question? How come YOU are going to Washington?” I said standing on his thighs trying to look at his face, and then Richie just lifted me gently to place me on the top of his humongous chest.

“Well…believe it or not, the Air Force will provide transportation for all the Übers, which is actually very cool, because most of us don’t fit in the commercial aircrafts.”
“Oh…wow, flying with the Air Force guys huh? You must feel pretty important huh?” We both laughed, I could feel the enormous power of Richie’s muscles shaking underneath me.

“Yeah, yeah, so are you coming or not?” He asked me once again, and this time I had to give him an answer.

“Erm…I guess if nothing happens, I’ll go, but…”

“Excellent! I will be waiting for you there!” Richie hugged me and suddenly I lost all the courage I had gathered. Richie let the hug last for a few extra moments, but then he gently stood up and placed me back at the ground.

“I have to confirm with the guys that I’ll be there…will you be at home later?”

“Yeah, like I had your busy schedule…” I joked as we parted, although from the inside I was feeling pretty bad, why didn’t I just give him a phony excuse? Now things were getting more complicated, and time was not on my side.

I got home and my mom gave me the same look of the recent days “Nate, darling, you shouldn’t be out there under the sun, you know…”

“It’s alright mom, we were under the three, and I barely walked, Richie carried me along most of the way.

I hated to admit, but I loved when my mom yelled at me for the simplest things, now all I got is that sweet, guilty tone on her voice. I just went upstairs to avoid seeing her crying again – but dad caught me right when I was passing by his studio.

“Did you tell him?”

I took a deep breath “No…and now he is expecting me to go to Washington and see his speech…”
Dad waved his head “Son…you know you can’t promise that, you’ll be…”
“Yeah dad… I know…but Richie needed to go, and he would never go if he knew about my…condition, and you won’t break your promise, as a doctor and my father”

“I won’t tell him neither his parents, don’t worry, I respect your decision, son, although I disagree with you.”
“That’s alright, I have the right to chose what is best for my own reasons” I said as I went upstairs.

I guess Irony might also have several different angles. Back in the day when Richie saved me from that truck, my father might have wanted to teach me a lesson by running all possible exams on me, who would guess they would accidentally find out that I have a very rare kind of leukemia?

Anyway, I’ve been trying to tell Richie about my health for quite some time that I wouldn’t spend the summer just resting with my relatives, instead I'd be interned at a specialized hospital to find the best way for my disease. Indeed, irony has too many angles – Richie felt sad because he found about his condition which gave him a whole sort of different problems than mine.

However, more than ever I felt like the Rose under the Glass dome, I couldn’t hold back my Prince, for he had much higher goals to pursue in his life, I had to fight this thing on my own, no matter what it took, besides, not even Richie’s massive muscles and extremely powerful strength could help me now.

To be concluded.

BTW - Try not to hate me too much.

[rextorres]

Great chapter, Bruno! But, did I read the ending right? Right after Nate loses Richie as his boyfriend, he learns that he is diagnosed with a rare kind of leukemia?!?!?!?

Oh man... I don't know what it is... Maybe the bad economy or the stock market crash or the election or something... What a downer... Lately it just seems like all the new stories that are being posted on here just leave you feeling... depressed...

[redkage]

Naaaaaate!!!!!!!!! Not Nate!!!!!!!!!! xU

On a side note, I think I understand how some of my viewers felt during my own Touched now. >_<

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by redkage

Naaaaaate!!!!!!!!! Not Nate!!!!!!!!!! xU

On a side note, I think I understand how some of my viewers felt during my own Touched now. >_<

My thoughts EXACTLY when I read that last part of Bruno's story, Red...

Oh, by the way, Red... I liked your "Lazy Bard Lineart" drawing that you posted on DeviantArt the other day... I added it to my favorites!

[muscl4life]

Originally Posted by redkage

Naaaaaate!!!!!!!!! Not Nate!!!!!!!!!! xU

On a side note, I think I understand how some of my viewers felt during my own Touched now. >_<

Well...at least I caught you guys "unprepared" - you, on the other hand, haunted us with the upcoming death of Logan for pratically the whole story!

I already know the ending, it's just a matter of putting it in words, and this time things will go much faster