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Last Updated: 3/12/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Without further ado...
Prologue
I was scanning the Trading Company listings for potions ingredients when my mother's piercing voice subverted my intentionally closed bedroom door and broke my concentration. "Ian!" she called, "Can you come down here for a second?"
"What do you want?" I yelled back, my nineteen-year-old lungs trying to tell her with my tone that I was busy and preferred not to be disturbed. I was home from college, after all, and was eager to get caught up with the newest expansion for Land of Heroes. Unfortunately, it had been released two months earlier but my free time had been practically non-existent due to my classes and studying for finals. Though I'd been playing LoH for almost six years and had always found the time to invest in the world's most popular massively multiplayer online role-playing game, college had been a hard reality check that cut deeply into my recreational gaming ability.
"I have a phone call for you. It's Mrs. Kennedy." I sighed, logging out quickly and scampering out of my room and down the stairs. I found my mother on the phone in the kitchen, nodding along to whatever Mrs. Kennedy was saying. "Here," she said as she saw me enter, passing me the phone. I put it to my ear.
"Hello."
"Ian? It's Laura. Do you think you could do me a favor?" My eyes rolled at my mother's friend. It was always "Mrs. Kennedy" from my mom but always "Laura" from Mrs. Kennedy. We'd known the Kennedys forever and the little game the two women played, my mother trying to keep me proper and Mrs. Kennedy trying to treat me like an adult, was a recurring source of amusement.
"Sure Mrs. K. What can I do?" My mother nodded and turned back to the dishes which she had presumably been doing when she received the call.
"Ian, how many times have I told you to call me Laura? Just tell your mom you're a grownup now and it's OK to call me by my first name."
"I'll do that, Mrs. Kennedy," I said, grinning.
"Fine. Be that way. Listen, I need a favor. Tyler just installed the game Hero Land or Land Hero or whatever and your mother says you play it. He's having a hard time figuring it out; it's apparently quite complicated. Tom and I were planning on going out tonight for a movie and dinner but our regular babysitter can't do tonight. Since you you play the game, can you come over this evening and teach him what to do? I'll pay you for babysitting."
"Sure," I said, suppressing the spike of enthusiasm that coursed through me. Tyler Kennedy. Age twelve. A cute little brunette with a mischievous smile, sparking green eyes, and a very cocksure attitude. The little minx was a constant source of jack-off material for me despite the fact that I'd known him since he was in diapers. The seven-year age difference between us had always meant that we shouldn't have interacted all that much but circumstances regularly conspired to bring us together. Over the years, he and I had played basketball in the street on many occasions, I'd driven him to a couple of soccer practices when his mom was frazzled, I'd pitched in as a last-minute babysitter plenty of times, and his parents had even tasked me with taking him to six-flags the previous summer for a day trip. My mom told me that Laura had said that I was a good influence and a sort of surrogate older brother figure. Whatever the reason, I didn't mind. The boy was hot, smart, and funny. I adored him.
"You don't mind?" Mrs. Kennedy asked. "I know it's the first week of summer break and you probably have all sorts of plans. But both Tom and I tried to figure the game out and it's way above our heads. I swear, games these days are so damn complicated. I miss the old Mario days. I could play Mario."
I laughed. "Not a problem. I didn't have any plans tonight anyway. When should I come over?"
......
I didn't envy the Kennedy's as their car pulled into the street and accelerated away from the house. A huge summer storm had swelled up over the past few hours and the weather outside had become aggressively windy. My mom had warned me that the meteorologists predicted heavy showers late in the evening with lighting strikes almost assured. It was going to get nasty out and I was happy I wasn't going to have to brave the weather.
Turning from the window, I waltzed into their kitchen, grabbed a coke and a slice of the leftover pizza the Kennedy's had ordered for Tyler's dinner, and proceeded upstairs towards the boy's room. I hadn't seen the squirt since spring break and was looking forward to playing Land of Heroes with him tonight. Truth be told, I was a little miffed at the little shit for not greeting me when I got to the house. Two years ago, he would have been waiting for me to arrive like a puppy waiting for it's owner to get home. Now, he didn't even bother to come down stairs. Getting older, I guess.
I knocked on the half open door. "Hey dude. Your folks left."
"Oh!" said the boy sitting at his computer desk and typing away at his computer. "Hey Ian. Thanks for coming over to help. This game is impossible."
Entering the room, I dropped my backpack (which contained my laptop) at the foot of his bed, fell onto his mattress, and propped myself up with an elbow. "It's not that bad. You just got to figure out what everything does." He turned, giving me an eye roll and a smirk. I shrugged.
"Uh, yeah. I kinda got that. But there are like, a billion buttons." Pointing at the screen, I could see he was still level 1 and had apparently found his way out of the staring zone without accomplishing anything. He jumped up, then, and grabbed a second chair from the other side of the room. Pulling it over to his desk, he sat back down and motioned for me to join him. His trek had given me a chance to look him over and he was still gorgeous. Almost five feet tall, the boy probably weighed eighty pounds or so. Thin, but muscular from his time playing soccer and basketball.
I got up and plopped down next to him, immediately getting a whiff of his intoxicating aroma. He smelled good. Great even. Slightly musky and earthy. Spicy. I felt my cock twitch slightly. "Ok, show me what you know."
The next half hour had me deleting his character, starting a new one for him after explaining the classes and races, and going over the point and click interface and button management. I walked him through his sorcerer's hot buttons and educated him enough to kill several easy level 1 beasts. He rapidly picked up the quest system and, by the time he had become level 3, had a rough understanding of the leveling process and the different class power combinations. Tyler demonstrated the ability to learn, for sure, but I wondered if he would be able to grasp the intricacies of the game as his character advanced. Hell, the boy didn't really like to read and much of the game involved reading complicated stats bars, item descriptions, and quests goals.
"So, are you liking the game so far?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah! It's freaking awesome!" He responded, not looking at me as he busily clicked away at the computer. "I can't wait till I'm level 100. One of the kids in my class plays a lot and he says that everything gets super awesome once you hit max level."
"True," I said. "Well, how about you go take a shower, I'll finish setting up your hot keys, and then we can settle in and power through the first couple of zones? Your folks said they won't be back till late, so we can really make some progress if we try."
"Sweet!" he said, jumping out of his seat and grabbing a pair of athletic shorts, a tee shirt, and a fresh pair of boxers. One minute later, he was in the bathroom with the shower running.
Knowing I didn't have much time, I quickly scampered about his room and poked around. There were no crusty socks or tissues under his bed nor were there any in his clothing hamper. So I suspected he wasn't spanking the monkey yet... I did find a pair of used boxers and a soccer uniform next to his desk, though, and took a wonderful moment to sniff the slightly damp crotch. It smelled like boy; zesty and intoxicating. Stuffing the boxers deep into my backpack and putting the uniform in the hamper (Tyler wouldn't notice I swiped his underpants, I suspected), I began to do as I had told Tyler I would and set up some of his hot keys.
A little while later, Tyler entered the room with a towel around his head and lacking a shirt. My eyes bugged out as I quickly drank in the boy's smooth but muscular torso and his beautiful hairless armpits. As he removed the towel, I glanced away and the boy began putting on his shirt. We were playing Land of Heroes a few heartbeats later.
The weather took a turn for the worse, then, as heavy rain began to pelt Tyler's window and streaks of lightening could be seen flashing more and more frequently across the sky. Neither of us paid much attention, though I did check to see if the boy had a power surge cable. He did.
"It's really coming down bad out there," the boy said a short while later.
"Yeah, it is."
"Do you think we should call my parents and see when they will be back?"
"Sure. Why don't I grab the..."
Light.
Darkness.