text: Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 19:13:30 EST From: Subject: The Maze of Moments 2 - celebrity/boy-band DISCLAIMER, WARNINGS, ETC: This story is fiction. I do NOT know Lance Bass or the other members of N'Sync, and the content of this story should not imply anything regarding their sexuality. While the locales and historic events contained in the "Maze of Moments" series are real, all other characters (with the exception of N'Sync of course) are products of my imagination. This work is copyright by me. Any post or reproduction without my consent is there! Nyah! Lastly, an apology. With the intro to chapter one, you may have seen the dedication to my "guru" Gabriella Morrison. Well, I guess all the excitement got to me when I mistakenly called her great work "My Secret Romance" when it is in fact "My Surprise Romance." My bad! In any event, this work is still lovingly and respectfully dedicated to her. Please tell me what you think so far! Feedback to Thanks for waiting, and now, on with the story! ---Tony The Maze of Moments - A Kevin and Lance Story From the end of chapter one..... Kevin then looked around to make sure no one was looking at him, and picked up one of the magazines. He flipped through the pages, and saw dozens of pictures of the young man he had just met. "Yep, definitely cute," he said to himself. As he began reading one of the articles, he failed to notice someone walk quietly behind him. "Aren't you a little old to be reading those?" he heard a now familiar voice say.... Chapter Two - Knowing Me, Knowing You, part one "The story of my life, is very plain to read..." -from "The Story of My Life" by Neil Diamond Now, Kevin Douglas was many things. Somewhat of an athlete, a musician, a student. He typically gave his all at everything he set out to do. Whether it was throwing the winning touchdown during a high school game, learning new chords, or even attempting to figure out the significance of William Jennings Bryan as Secretary of State during the early years of the Twentieth century, he was passionate about the things he wanted to accomplish. He wasn't exactly what one might call a 'Renaissance Man', but he always tried to do different things. Kevin was also something else....jumpy. Very jumpy. So, when the voice of Lance Bass interrupted his intense study of the latest issue of "Bop", his reaction was...well...pretty much what you'd expect from a jumpy person. "Ahhh!! Shit!" Lance, still wearing his dark glasses and cap took a step back as Kevin dropped the magazine and pivoted to see who had just scared the living daylights out of him, and perhaps belt them in the nose if necessary. When he realized that the same person whose pictures he'd been looking over was the owner of that voice, he exhaled, and stated the obvious. "It's you!" "Shhh!" Lance put a finger to his lips. "Well, of course it's me...nice to see you again too, Kevin. Try to keep it down, huh? I'm supposed to be discrete here, remember?" He couldn't help but grin at the reaction of the young man in front of him. "Yeah, and sneaking up on people is really discrete! What're you doing here?" Kevin asked, much more quietly than before. "Well, this is a mall...what, I can't come and kill some time?" "No! I mean yes! I mean...oh, forget it. I thought you had a call to make?" "I did. I used my cell...comes in handy sometimes. Actually I made two calls, one to my folks, and one to some friends of mine. We were supposed to go do something tonight, but my plans sort of got canceled. You know, you guys and your finals...I'm kinda glad I don't have to put up with this, you know?" "You poor baby," Kevin said dryly. "Hang on a second, let me go pay for this and we can continue this conversation outside." He held up the book for Lance to see. " 'Woodrow Wilson' know, there's some really good stuff on the Civil War over there...." Shaking his head and sighing, Kevin moved over to the cash register to make his purchase, while muttering something under his breath, leaving Lance to wonder if he had said something wrong. When he made his way back, Lance was flipping through the same magazine he had been just minutes before. Kevin feebly attempted to explain his choice of reading material that was now in his hands. "Um....I was....well...I just wanted to find out...uh...oh hell, never mind." Lance laughed as he continued to scan an article. "You know, they make up half this stuff anyway. We're interviewed and all, but they include a lot of things on their own. Gotta sell issues I suppose. So...who do you think is the hottest member of N'Sync?" Lance looked over the top of his glasses at Kevin, who had now turned a really pretty shade of red. "Uh...can we go now?" "Sure, lead the way," Lance replied, putting the magazine back in its' proper place, and following his friend outside of the store. ********** Outside the mall, Lance and Kevin slowly walked through the parking lot towards Lance's 4- Runner. "So, big plans got called off, huh?" "I don't know if you could call them big or not. We were just going to hang out for awhile, you know. Maybe rent some movies, get something to eat. Speaking of which, I'm hungry, what about you?" "Yeah, a little." "Wanna go grab a burger or something?" Kevin thought for a moment and looked at his watch. "I have a better idea. How about we make you dinner." "We? Who's we?" Lance asked. "Me and Eric. We kind of have a tradition on Friday nights. See, sometimes our schedules are pretty crazy, so we agreed to set aside Friday night to have dinner at the apartment together, and then go do whatever, either with each other, or friends. Care to join us?" Lance thought for a moment. "Well, if you don't think Eric will mind..." "Nah, he'll be cool with it. Besides, it's his turn to cook, he'll love the attention." "Okay...sure, why not. You got a car, or do you need a ride?" "My jeep's over there," Kevin said, pointing in the general direction. "Let me go get it, I'll drive back over, and you can follow me." "Okay, sure." Lance got in his SUV and started it up, immediately turning on the air conditioning. Damn heat, he thought to himself. He watched Kevin jog over to the far side of the lot, until he was out of view. 'Well Bass,' he said to himself, 'he may be culturally ignorant, but he is kinda cute. I wonder what he thought of those pictures in the magazine?' Kevin's jeep pulled up behind Lance, and left enough room for him to pull out. Shifting to reverse, Lance backed out of his space, and then began to follow Kevin. "I wonder if he's....nah. Looks too much like a fratboy. Oh well, wishful thinking I guess...." ********** Arriving at the Park Villa Townhouses, Lance parked next to Kevin and got out of his car. He locked it, and walked over to Kevin, who was waiting for him. "Nice place. Kinda quiet for a Friday evening though." "Finals man. You know, all those papers and things you don't have to worry about," Kevin replied with a grin. "Yeah, yeah." Lance smiled and followed his new friend to his apartment. Unlocking the door, Kevin turned to Lance and put a finger to his lips. "Let's surprise Eric." Lance just shrugged as if to say "okay" and followed him inside. Eric was not in the living room, but the distant sound of music indicated that he was upstairs, in his bedroom. Kevin stood at the bottom of the stairs, and said in a loud voice, "Honey, I'm home!" Eric responded with "Hiya sweetie...have a good day at work?" "Yeah, not too bad. Hey, I found a stray on the way home...can we keep him?" Kevin asked in all seriousness. "Ha ha. Funny." "No, for real. I found this cute puppy on the side of the road and picked him up. I wanna keep him Eric....please?" Lance smiled at the choice of Kevin's words, but tried not to read too much into it. "You aren't serious, are you Kevin?" Eric said, sounding a little agitated. "Yeah, totally. Come on down and take a look at him, he's adorable," Kevin said, while looking at Lance and smiling. He really is, he thought. Eric was moving towards the direction of the stairs, and judging from the heaviness in his footsteps, was not too happy. "Dammit, Kevin, the last time you brought home a dog it fucking pissed all over the place! I am not going to clean up after another dog!" Lance was biting the insides of his cheeks, trying his hardest not to laugh. Kevin, on the other hand just had a huge grin on his face. Eric was now making his way down the stairs. "I mean it Kev, we are not keeping another...." the rest of his words were cut off when he saw the look on his roommate's face. "What? What's so funny? I'm serious man, I don't want another damn dog!" Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he turned to his left and practically ran down Lance. 'Whoa... Lancelot! Lancelot? What're you doing here?" "Do you have to call him that?" Kevin muttered under his breath. "Hey, you were the goof that said it was his name, not me." Lance laughed. "It's okay Kevin. Better than some other names I could be called I suppose." "There, you see? He even likes it. So back to my original question...what are you doing here? Kevin didn't kidnap you did he?" "No," Kevin said in mock defensiveness, "I did not kidnap him. I invited him over for dinner. We get to be in the presence of super stardom tonight." "Cool. You guys wanna order out?" "Well, Kevin did mention something about it being your turn to cook..." Eric slowly turned to his roommate with a smirk. "He did, did he? If I recall correctly, our friend Mr. Douglas here is up to bat for this evening. And I happen to know he grills up one mean steak." "Damn," Kevin said while snapping his fingers. "And here I thought I could get away with it. I even brought home someone famous and everything...don't I at least get credit for that?" "Nope. You just get to wear an apron. Make mine medium, please. How do you like yours Lance?" "The same." "Cool. So, while Chef-Boy-R-Kev gets to work, I'll give you the grand tour. Come on upstairs." Lance took off his glasses for the first time, squinting a little as his eyes became readjusted to the light. As he rubbed them a little, Kevin couldn't help but notice how hauntingly beautiful they were in color. Before he could notice anything further, however, his new friend was following Eric up the stairs. Dropping his book on the coffee table in the living room, he heard Eric from the top of the stairs: "Hey, Kev?" "What?" "If you need any help with dinner....I think the neighbors are around!" "Fuck you too," Kevin said with a laugh, and, shaking his head, made his way into the kitchen. ********** The 'grand tour' that Eric took Lance on wasn't all that involved. The upstairs consisted of two bedrooms of roughly the same size, a bathroom, and a linen closet. They only peeked into Kevin's room, out of respect for his privacy, and then stepped into Eric's. "Well, it isn't much, but it's home." "I like it." Lance had also taken off his cap, and straightened out his severe case of hat head as best he could. He looked around the room, which contained pretty much all of the typical things one would expect to be there: a bed, desk, two chests of drawers, no big deal. The walls had a few posters on them, some certificates and awards. He looked over to the desk, and saw that next to the computer a framed picture of Eric and Kevin. This had been taken apparently at a football tailgating party of some kind, Kevin picking up Eric and the two of them laughing. "Looks like you guys had a good time at this one," he said, while holding up the framed print. "Yeah," Eric replied with a laugh, "that was before the game with State last year. God, were we drunk. I'm still not too sure who won that game." Lance laughed along, and then got quiet. After a minute or so, he looked at Eric and asked, "Are you sure this is okay, I mean, my being here? I don't want to intrude or anything..." "It's fine," Eric reassured him. "I think it's pretty cool actually." "Okay, if you're sure. If you guys had plans or something..." "Lance....or do you prefer James?" Lance smiled at the courtesy that Eric was showing him. "Either way is fine. Like I said, my friends call me Lance." "Okay, Lancelot," Eric said grinning. "Listen, it's totally fine you being here. I don't mind one bit." "Thanks Eric, I appreciate this. It's not often that I get to just be normal, you know? Just hang out with friends, be a regular guy. I kind of need this." "You're welcome. Shall we go back downstairs and continue the tour?" "Yeah....but can I ask you something?" "Sure, shoot." "Are you and Kevin...I mean...are you" "Together?" Eric filled in the blank for him. "Uh...yeah." "No," Eric laughed, "not hardly. Just friends. I'm about as straight as they come. Why?" "Well, you guys seem awfully close, I just thought....oh, never mind. It was rude of me to ask, I'm sorry." "Nah, it's okay..not the first time someone has wondered about that. Now, let's make our way back down before the chef of the future ensures that we eat pizza tonight." "Okay," Lance said, and followed Eric down the stairs. Halfway down, he paused for a moment. Wait a second, he thought. Eric said that he was as straight as they come....he never said anything about Kevin...maybe he *is*.....nah. ********** Kevin was on the deck that led out from the kitchen, beer in one hand, tongs in the other, watching three good sized steaks sizzle on the grill. "Well," he said to himself quietly, "coming along nicely. Maybe I should have gone to culinary school instead..." The door from the kitchen opened, and Eric stepped outside with a beer of his own. "Where's Lance?" Kevin asked. "Using the bathroom and washing up. I told him we'd be out here. You wanna eat outside or in the house?" "Considering who our company is, it might be a good idea to eat inside. I don't want to start a riot or anything." "Cool with me. He's gay you know." Kevin, at this point, had been taking a drink of his beer, and upon hearing Eric's words, nearly choked, spraying foamy yellow liquid on the ground. "Do what??!!" he asked, coughing. "He's gay." "And just how do you know this?" Kevin asked, wiping his mouth with his arm. Eric shrugged. "I can tell. Hey, I've known and lived with you for a good long while dude. If I can't tell when one guy is into other guys by now, I might as well quit. Besides, he asked me if we're gay." He paused, and took a sip of his beer. "Yeah, but lots of people have asked us if we're gay before, so what?" "Kev, trust me on this one, okay? It was the way he asked. He didn't ask it like he was trying to make sure not to say something stupid, or he would be pissed if we were. He asked because he's interested dude." "You tell him you're straight?" "Yes, but I'm not the one he's interested in." "How do you know that?" "I just do." Kevin flipped one of the steaks. "What did you tell him about me then?" "Nothing." Kevin looked up at his roommate. "Nothing?" "Nope. Let him find out for himself. You know, Kev," Eric continued, growing serious, "you ragged me earlier today about getting a number, or getting lucky. What about you man? It's been, what, six months? Time to move on buddy. Here you go. He's cute, has a great personality...get to know him man." "Eric," Kevin said, "we're not talking about just anyone here you know. We're talking about someone who's on the cover of "Bop" and appears on MTV, according to you anyway. Besides, we don't even know if he's gay, and even if he was, I'm bi, remember?" "You read "Bop" magazine?" "That's not the point. The point is, I go both ways, straight or gay people go one. If Lance is gay, which I doubt, how do you think he'd react to that?" "I don't know, but let me ask you you find him attractive?" Kevin looked down at the steaks and waited for a moment before answering. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Alright then. I'm telling you, I'm getting signals. Talk to him tonight, get to know him. You never know. The past is the past bro. Kris is gone." Eric reached over to rub his friend's arm. The door opened and Lance stepped out onto the deck, and judging from the silence that greeted him, felt as if he had interrupted something. Both of the guys were quiet, and he noticed that Kevin quickly looked back down at the grill the moment he had stepped outside. As the old saying goes, you could hear a pin drop. Finally, Eric broke the silence. "You know, we're going to need something to go along with these. Tell you what Kev, since you're doing such a good job out here, I'll handle the rest in the kitchen, okay?" Kevin looked up. "No, that's okay, I can..." "I got it man, no problem. Besides, I think tonight really was my turn to cook anyway. I'll be inside if you need me." "Need any help?" Lance asked. "Nope, under control Lancelot. I brought out an extra beer if you want one." "Thanks," Lance answered, while reaching over to the table and taking the bottle. Eric winked at his roommate and went back into the apartment. Great, Kevin thought. Now what do I do? Okay, he's hot, we all know that. But I seriously doubt he's into guys. Hell, as famous as he is, he probably has a different chick in every city in the country. I'll bet he... Kevin's thoughts were broken by the sound of Lance's voice. "Hey, Kevin, did you hear me? You need any help?" Kevin looked up at Lance, who was smiling at him. He tried not to read too much into that smile, nor to get lost in those eyes. However, this was a difficult task. " Thanks though." He turned down the temperature on the gas grill and closed the lid, allowing the steaks to cook. He then turned around and leaned on the railing of the deck, trying to block out Eric's words from just a few minutes before. He's interested dude. Yeah, right. Kris is gone. Kevin sighed. Yeah, Kris was gone alright. Damn him anyway. Lance walked across the deck and joined Kevin on the rail. "Hey, are you okay?" Kevin looked out at their backyard. Well, it wasn't really a backyard, it was more like a row of parking spaces, behind which was a field. Still, one could imagine, right? "Yeah," he sighed, "I'm okay. I just have a few things on my mind, that's all." "Like what?" Lance asked softly. "Oh, you know. School stuff. Finals are this week, I have to get that paper done for this one class I'm in. It kinda gets to you, you know? Oh, wait, I guess you don't. Sorry." "Don't be," Lance said. "It sounds like you have a full plate. You know, I joked before about not having the normal routine like you and Eric do, but you know what? There are times, I'd trade in everything I have right now to be in your shoes." Kevin looked at Lance. "You would? God, why on earth would you want to do that? You've got it made." "Have I?" Lance snorted. "Listen Kevin, I'd much rather be arguing with a roommate over a dog that pees everywhere rather than sleeping on a bus. Okay, yeah, I'll admit. I like what I do. Hell, there is nothing that compares to the rush you feel when you go out on stage and hear thousands of people screaming for you. But I miss being me sometimes, you know? When you asked me over here for dinner, I about did the happy dance in the parking lot!" "I would have liked to have seen that," Kevin chuckled. "I'm sure you would have. But listen, you've got it lucky, don't ever forget that. You can be you, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I can be me every once and awhile. So quit gripping about your finals, finish your paper, and everything will be fine," Lance finished with a smile. Kevin smiled back. "I have a confession to make." "You do?" Lance tried not to look too anxious, and did not want to get his hopes up, but you never could tell... "I know your music. N'Sync's music, that is. Now, I didn't know who you were, but I know your songs." "Why didn't you say something?" Kevin shrugged. "I don't know. I have a reputation to live up know, being culturally ignorant. Maybe I didn't want it known that I listen to a boyband. Who knows. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I think you guys are pretty good." "Thanks, Kevin. That means a lot. So, does Eric know about this little secret of yours?" "Eric knows many things, but I figure this one we'll keep him in the dark about. Now, let me see if dinner's ready." ********** They sat at the kitchen table, eating the steaks Kevin had prepared, along with a salad that Eric had put together. Once the meal was completed, Lance offered to help out with cleaning up, but his hosts would hear none of it. "That's what the dishwasher is for" was their argument. The table cleared and their stomachs full, they went into the living room. Eric claimed the recliner on one side of the rectangular oak table in the middle of the room, leaving the couch to his roommate and their guest. "Thanks again guys, that was really good," Lance said. "Anytime," Eric replied. "Judging by the fact that you haven't keeled over yet, I'd say Kev here hasn't poisoned us. That's a good sign." "Shut up man, you're just jealous that I grill better than you do," Kevin said with a laugh. "Do you mind if I ask you guys a question?" "Sure, Lancelot, shoot." "Eric, do you have to call him that?" "Think of it this way Kev...remember to engage brain before mouth is in gear." Kevin glared at Eric, who just grinned. Lance laughed while asking again. "Seriously, I want to know what made you guys come to Mississippi." Kevin looked down at his hands and got quiet. Lance looked from him to Eric with a worried expression on his face. "Did I say something wrong? What?" "It's part of a much longer story, Lance. I don't know if Kev here wants to talk about it or not." "It's okay," Kevin said softly. "I can talk about it." Kevin looked back up and smiled at his roommate, and then shifted on the couch to face Lance. He sighed, and then began: "I'm originally from Chicago, like Eric mentioned earlier this afternoon. I still have relatives up there... my dad's mom, a couple of aunts and uncles, bunch of cousins. But I had to move to Kentucky in June of 1979, when I was still a baby." "Why?" Lance asked. Kevin continued. "On May 25, 1979, the worst airline disaster in United States history occurred when American Airlines flight 191 crashed near O'Hare airport. Shortly after takeoff, the left engine fell off. The plane rolled over, and went down less than a mile from the runway. Everyone on board was killed....passengers, flight crew, everyone. Two hundred and seventy one people died that day. Two of those people were my parents." "Oh my God," Lance said softly. "My mother was originally from Kentucky, and both of her parents were still alive. It was written into their wills that if anything was to ever happen to them, I was to go live with my Grandpa Ray and Grandma Helen in Bowling Green. And that's exactly what I did. That's how I met this guy." Kevin thumbed at his roommate, sitting behind him. "I met Eric when I entered third grade, and we've pretty much been best friends ever since. We went through grade school together, high school, the whole nine yards. We've been pretty much inseparable." "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Lance asked. "Just Eric. He's the closest thing to a brother I'll ever have." "Aww, come on Kev, you'll make me cry," Eric said with a smile. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you're making fun of me. I see how you are. Shithead. Anyway, my grandparents died my senior year of high school, within a couple of months of each other. Eric had talked about going to Ole Miss, and I didn't really want to stay around Bowling Green by myself, so here we are. I sold my grandparents home just before our first semester started." "So where do you live when you go home?" Lance wanted to know. "Lance, this is home. Sure, I go back to Kentucky with Eric every once and awhile, and Chicago on rare occasions, but this is it for me. I rarely hear from my cousins or my other relatives, so this is it man. I am home, and I have all the family I really need living with me, right here. So that's it, that's my story. Now, I'm gonna go grab another beer. Anyone else want one?" "Yeah," Eric said. "Sure, why not," Lance agreed. Kevin got up and left the room, leaving his roommate and his guest. "Wow," Lance said quietly. "Yeah, tell me about it. He's been through a lot. I can't imagine never knowing my folks. I guess he's turned out okay though. He did pretty well on the house sale, and my dad helped him invest a good chunk of that money, so Kevin is set for a good long while." "He seems to be okay with it though." "Yeah, more or less I guess. Losing his parents without even knowing them has affected him though. Let me tell you Lance...I love Kevin to death, I really do. On the outside, he's got it all going for him: the muscles, the music, everything. But inside, there's a very scared little boy. He tries not to show his emotions, but I can tell that it bothers him. I think he feels like he was abandoned." "But it wasn't his fault, or his parents either for that matter." "I know that, and so do you, and Kevin would probably agree with us. But on the inside....well, I think that's a little different. There are some things you still don't know about." Kevin walked back into the living room and handed beers to his friends, and sat back down on the couch. "Okay, you've heard my story, or most of it at least. What about you?" End of chapter two...more to come!


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text: Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2006 19:24:28 -0500 From: ronyx Subject: Scott's Story Chapter 11 (Mark's Revenge) The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave and find something more suitable to read. The author maintains all rights to the story. Do not copy or use without written permission. Write Ron at with your comments. Scott's Story Chapter 11 We finally won a game! Can you believe it? It was my third game, and I made three touchdowns! It all started when the opponents fumbled the ball on the twenty yard line on their first play. Alex faked a pass and then handed me the ball. I ran around the left side of the field, and thanks to a couple of blocks, I ran in and scored a touchdown. The fans were going wild in the stands. We were able to make a field goal in the second quarter, and went into half time with a 10-0 lead. I had never seen my teammates happier. You would have thought we'd won the Super Bowl. The coach had us settle down, and he gave us an encouraging pep talk. It made me feel good when he kept telling the team to protect me because I was going to have a good second half. Alex kept looking over and smiling at me admiringly. When we headed out onto the field for the second half, Alex and David put their arms around me and we rushed onto the field arm in arm. The crowd went wild again. I looked into the stands and saw Devin sitting beside his father with a wide grin on his face. I threw him a wave, and he looked around before realizing I was waving at him. He smiled and waved back. "You ready, Killer?" Alex shouted above the crowd's loud rooting. "Yep." I jumped up and down trying to psych myself up. "Let's do this." We had position of the ball. Alex received the ball and I rushed around behind him. He handed me the ball and I tucked it in tightly and tore off to the left side of the field. There were a number of opponents rushing me. I turned and saw an opening in the middle of the field. David was ahead of me and took a heavy hit. I ran past him and started running down the middle of the field. I passed the fifty yard line and looked back. I was alone; there was no one near me. I could hear our side cheering loudly as I ran down the field and crossed the end zone. I turned and watched the referee throw his arms in the air, indicating I'd made a touchdown. I leaned down and tried to catch my breath as tears started to well up in my eyes. I don't know why, but suddenly I wished my father was here to witness this. He had for years told me that I would never amount to anything. But here I was with a thousand fans cheering wildly for me. I fell to the ground and covered my face. "Come on." I felt a pair of hands grab me by my waist and pull me to my feet. I looked into the grinning face of Alex. "This is your moment." He grabbed my hand and held it high as we trotted back to the sidelines to join the team. Everyone started hugging me and giving me high fives. I looked over and saw David standing alone. I walked over to him and embraced him. "Thanks, David." I whispered in his ear. "I couldn't have made it without your help." He gave me a tight squeeze and then looked into my smiling face. "Damn, that was some nice maneuvering." He said. On our next possession, David scored a touchdown when Alex threw him a 20 yard pass into the end zone. We were now leading 24-6. With less than a minute left in the game, we again had possession of the ball. The opposing team blitzed Alex, but he managed to toss David the ball. Seeing the opposing team rushing towards him, I ran over and he handed me the ball. Our offensive linesmen were able to make a hole for me, and I ran 33 yards down field to score again. We made the extra point. The score was 31- 6. Time ran out on our opponents, and when the final buzzer rang, our fans emptied their seats and rushed onto the field. Alex, David and several of our players lifted me onto their shoulders and paraded me around the field. Everyone was trying to shake my hand or pat me on the back. It was the proudest moment of my sixteen years. It seemed like that minute erased all the hurt and pain I'd been feeling for years. I had accomplished something on my own with hard work and determination. For the first time in my life I was proud of me. The celebrating went on for about fifteen minutes. I was congratulated by people I had never met. One guy even offered me a job working in his hardware store. Aunt Marie was thrilled for me. She said she had been attending the school's game for years, and had never seen them play as well as they did tonight. David's father ran up and pulled me into a huge bear hug. When he put me down, I looked behind him and saw Devin standing shyly, looking down at the ground. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?" I asked him. He looked up and started smiling. I walked over to him and opened my arms to him. He gave me a tentative hug. We had been talking to each other over the past week, but it seemed like we were trying to keep a safe distance between us. Most of our conversations dealt primarily with school and homework assignments. We had never regained that closeness we had that night at the restaurant. There also seemed to be a lot of pressure around us. David and Alex kept dropping hints that we should get together. They had taken us out for hamburgers on several occasions, but I usually sat beside Alex and he would sit with David. Everyone wanted us to get together so much that it seemed to be blocking us from becoming just friends. Every time we'd talk to each other, everyone was expecting it to be a monumental event. We found it easier to just not talk. "I'm sure you don't need my praise." Devin said sadly. "You've got enough admirers." I watched as his eyes drifted to David, who was standing nearby looking at me. I could sense some animosity in his voice. Just then another fan pulled me away so I could take a picture with his young daughter. She planted a kiss on my cheek just as he took the picture. I looked over and watched Devin walk over to his father and put his arm around him. His father looked down and threw a protective arm on his shoulder. He looked over at me and back down at Devin. He pulled Devin in tightly and leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Devin nodded and they walked away. When we entered the locker room, my team mates, led by Alex and David, took me into the shower and threw me under cold water. I stood in my football uniform soaking wet as the team shouted and laughed. I guess after so many losing seasons, victory felt good. I was just glad I was a part of it. After dressing, we went outside and headed to Alex's truck. We were still high on enthusiasm. My Aunt Marie, Melanie, and David's father were waiting for us. "We're going out to dinner." Mr. Gordon informed us. "My treat." I looked around for Devin. I saw him slumped down in the front seat of his dad's car. I walked over and tapped on the window. He let the window down and looked up at me. "Hey." I tried to smile. "We're going to dinner. Isn't that great?" "Yeah, whatever." He said nonchalantly. "Come on, Scottie." Alex hollered as he got in his truck. "Ride with us." I pleaded with Devin. When he didn't respond, I gave him a sad puppy dog face. He let a smile curl in the corner of his mouth. "Please?" I begged, putting my hands up as if in prayer. This caused him to smile even more. "Go on, Son." Mr. Gordon said as he got in the car. "I'm getting tired of hearing him whine." He said with a laugh. I opened the door and grabbed Devin's hand and pulled him out of the car. I held his hand as we walked to Alex's truck. He got in first, sitting between me and Alex. "Hey, Sport." Alex said cheerfully as he tousled Devin's hair. Devin started giggling. We followed Mr. Gordon's car to the restaurant. Alex and I did most of the talking. We relived the touchdown plays of the game. Alex kept telling me how proud he was of my game. He even started talking about me playing varsity basketball when the season started in a few months. "We don't suck in basketball the way we do football." He laughed. "We actually have a pretty decent team. With your natural athletic abilities, I think you'll easily make the team. I'll talk to the coach Monday morning." "You think I have a chance?" I asked. I was excited about playing basketball. Even though I'd never played for school, I had spent countless hours shooting baskets in the driveway of my home in Phoenix. I could easily beat anyone who dared to challenge me. "Just come out for try-outs next month and show the coach what you got." He said. "If you play basketball half as good as you do football, you'll make the team." The restaurant was crowded when we arrived. Mr. Gordon had called ahead and reserved a large table for us. As we walked through the dining room, several people stopped me and shook my hand and congratulated me on a great game. I loved the attention, but I also felt guilty because Alex and David weren't receiving the same treatment. Football is a team sport, and it took all of us to win. When I finally arrived at the table, a seat had been conveniently saved for me beside Devin. Alex was sitting on my left. He looked over at me and grinned when I sat down. Again we talked animatedly about the game. I tried to include Alex and David's accomplishments as much as I could. As we ate I kept looking over at Devin and noticed that he was mostly playing with his food. He had eaten very little. "Aren't you hungry?" I asked him. "Not really." He stated. "I have a headache." "Sorry." I said apologetically. I figured a lot of it had been because of all the noise during the game and the celebrating afterwards. He appeared to be in a lot of pain. I watched as he winced several times when someone let out a burst of laughter. "Did you hear what I said, Scottie?" I looked over at Alex as he looked at me awaiting an answer to a question he'd obviously asked. "What?" I asked. "Do you want to spend the night at the Gordon's?" He repeated the question. "David and I aren't sleepy and we want to talk tonight." I looked over at Devin. "Do you mind?" I asked. He simply shrugged his shoulders in apathy. "It's settled then." David shouted. We left the restaurant, again among handshakes and well wishes. Devin rode with David back to his house. When we arrived, Devin went straight to his room. David, Alex and I watched television in the den. After his father went to bed, David went to the refrigerator and returned with three beers. He tossed one to me and another to Alex. "Let's celebrate." He shouted. We ended up watching two movies and played several hands of poker. David wanted to play strip poker, but Alex didn't think it was a good idea. He realized that David was trying to think of a way to have sex again with me. It was after three when I finally admitted that I couldn't stay up any longer. I was dead tired. I asked them where I was to sleep. They informed me that Mr. Gordon had set up a sleeping bag on the floor in Devin's room. Alex and David would sleep together in David's queen size bed. They told me it was something they had been doing for the past twelve years. I went into the bathroom and removed my clothes, leaving on my underwear. I carefully folded them and carried them down the hall to Devin's room. I passed Alex and David in the hallway. As I walked past, David pinched me on my ass. I stifled a squeal of surprise. They walked down the hall laughing at my reaction. Devin slept with a night light on, so I was able to find my way to the sleeping bag. I settled in and listened to Devin lightly snoring in the bed above me. "MOMMY! DON'T DIE MOMMY!" I was startled out of my sleep by Devin screaming loudly. I looked up and saw him sitting wild-eyed in the bed. He was screaming and crying uncontrollably. I knew he had just had a terrible nightmare. I quickly jumped from the floor and got into bed with him. I positioned myself behind him and held him tightly, just as Alex had done with me in the field my first night here. I squeezed him tightly and started humming into his ear as I rocked him gently. He tried to break my hold, but I refused to let him go. He kept screaming and trembling. "MOMMY! MOMMY! DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!" The bedroom light came on and Mr. Gordon, David and Alex came rushing into the room. They saw me rocking Devin in my arms. Mr. Gordon grabbed David and Alex by their arms and led them out of the room. He looked back at me and nodded, then turned out the light and closed the door. I continued to hum and rock Devin. After a while, he began to settle down. I could feel him relaxing into my body. Several minutes later, I knew he had fallen once again to sleep. I carefully laid him on his side and then lay down beside him, pulling him in closely to me and putting my arm protectively around him. He scooted closer into my body and grabbed my arm before falling back to sleep. I lay there for a long time clutching him tightly. I couldn't imagine the torture that was going on inside his head. The accident was four years ago, but to him it was something he had to live with every day of his life. Tears were rolling down my cheeks thinking about what he had to endure. I did manage to fall asleep later on, with him nestled safely into me. The sun was shining through the window when I finally awoke. I was lying on my back and Devin was still beside me with his arm thrown over my chest and his head was cradled against my neck. I could feel him stirring gently. Suddenly, he sat up and looked embarrassingly at me. I guess it dawned on him the position we were in. He probably thought that I would get mad at him, but I had enjoyed the contact we had made. "Sorry." He apologized and jumped quickly from the bed. I giggled to myself when I saw him grab his erection which was poking through his pajamas. I heard him close the bathroom door, and several minutes later the shower turn on. Alex came walking into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was in his underwear and his cock was at full mast. I had gotten so used to this scene, that it no longer bothered me. "You alright?" He asked worriedly. "Yeah." I smiled. "Everything's good." "That was really nice of you." He said. "What you did with Devin. I've been over here before when he's had a nightmare. He can carry on for an hour. You had him quiet in about ten minutes." "I had a good teacher." I smiled. He patted my on my shoulder and then rose and left the room. I stared at his tight ass as he walked out. It may be a sight I had grown accustomed to, but it was still one that I always enjoyed. When I went to school on Monday, everyone was still talking about our win on Friday night. Several teachers even congratulated me on my game in front of the class. I would turn a bright red when they spoke about me. It also felt good. Back in California I had been the center of attention, but that was because I had bullied everyone into liking me. Here I was liked because of something that I had actually accomplished. Devin seemed more relaxed around me. He'd walk beside me in the hallway to class. Instead of walking away when someone would stop me in the hallway to talk, he'd stay by my side. I'd always try to include him in the conversation, if I could. He was also getting cuter. He had stopped wearing those dorky glasses and had started wearing his contact lenses. He already had pretty brown eyes, but the slight tint in the lenses made his eyes shine. I loved it when he looked at me and smiled. He also started dressing a little more like a teenager. David told me one day that he and his dad had taken Devin shopping at a nearby mall. He said they were there an entire afternoon helping him pick out a new wardrobe. After lunch, we went to geometry class. Mr. Stanford was out sick, so we had a substitute. She wrote the assignment on the board, and then told us to work quietly. Devin pulled his chair next to mine so that we could share his book. We were doing a problem, when Devin suddenly spoke, "Do you like me?" I looked over and saw him staring into my eyes. "Yes, I like you." I smiled and nudged him in his side. We continued working quietly. "I like you too." He whispered as he continued to work. He had his hand on the table, and I placed mine against his so that they were barely touching. He looked down and moved his little finger against my hand. It was such a simple gesture, but it made me feel good. The rest of the week was spent preparing for Friday night's game. Because of our spectacular win the week before, the team was excited about beating this week's opponent. It was a team who we had lost to for the past six years. We were determined to beat them this year. Friday night arrived and we were ready. The coach gave his usually pep talk and we headed out onto the field. Our side exploded when we ran onto the field. There wasn't an empty seat in the stands. We were evenly matched. Neither of us was able to score the first half. We went into the locker room scoreless. The coach assured us that this was a positive accomplishment, because the past few years we were usually about 20 points behind at halftime. We went onto the field the second half determined to win. Our opponents scored six minutes into the third quarter. A defensive player slammed into Alex, causing him to fumble the ball. They retrieved the ball and ran in for a touchdown. They made the extra point. The score was now 7-0. The prospect of a win was beginning to look elusive as the game wound down. With twenty seconds left in the game, we received the ball on a punt at their thirty-five yard line. On the first play, Alex threw the ball to David for an 18 yard gain. I looked up at the clock and we only had 11 seconds to go. Alex called the play. I was to receive the hand off and go around to the left side of the field. Our offensive linesmen were to try and open up a hole for me to charge through. We all knew this would probably be our last play of the game. The center handed off the ball to Alex and he faded back as if he was going to pass to David. I ran around behind him and he tossed me the ball. I could hear clashing sounds all around me. Suddenly, I saw an opening created by the linesmen. My heart was pounding as I ran through the hole. I tore off down the field with only one defensive player chasing me. He leapt at me, grabbing me by my leg. I felt I was going to go down, but with raging adrenaline, I pulled my leg free and ran down the field. I could hear the roar of the crowd, urging me on. I fell across the end zone, gasping for breath. Suddenly, my team mates were pulling me up. They informed me that time had run out on the clock and we had one attempt to tie the game. It was now 7-6. We took our positions and I looked over at Alex. He was going to attempt the extra point. As he was calling out the numbers, he looked over at me and winked. Instinctively, I understood what he wanted me to do. He didn't want to tie the game, he wanted to win it. He received the ball and acted as if he was going to kick it. I ran towards him and he handed me the ball. I tore off to the left side, then pivoted back to the right. I had completely stumped the defensive players. I saw an opening and charged for the end zone. At the last minute, a defensive linesman leaned in front of me to block me. Without even thinking, I leapt over his shoulder and fell across the line. I heard the crowd roaring in the distant. I lay exhausted on the ground. Alex ran over and lifted me as if I were a rag doll and cradled me in his arms. "You did it, Scottie." Tears were falling down his cheeks. "You won the game for us." I don't even remember what happened next. All I knew is I was being hugged and kissed by everyone. I had to hold onto Alex as he helped me to the locker room. When we entered, Mr. Gordon and Devin were waiting for us. Devin was standing with the widest smile I had ever seen on him before. He ran up to me and hugged me. Mr. Gordon again took us out for a celebration dinner. It took me twice as long to get to my seat as I had the week before. Everyone wanted to congratulate me. Several people even asked me for my autograph. Devin never left my side. He stood by beaming with pride as people talked to me. When we finally sat down at our table, he scooted his chair close to mine. At one point I even reached under the table and held his hand for a moment. When I squeezed his hand, he blushed and returned the squeeze. He even hungrily ate everything on his plate. I was happy when he reached over and grabbed a handful of my fries. _____________________________ Contact me at with comments and visit my website: for additional stories. Join my Yahoo group: I love hearing from readers.

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text: Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 10:19:14 EST From: Subject: Nubian Transformations/Part 1/Making a Muscle Brutha NUBIAN TRANSFORMATIONS Part one: Making a Muscle Brutha Jackson Fredericks had a mission. He had a project: helping to spread brotherhood, as he thought of it. Having struggled and succeeded against the odds, which were stacked against him from an impoverished childhood, he had been educated to the very highest standard in both biochemistry and psychology. Big, lucrative jobs came his way in rapid sequence. By age 36, he had amassed a tidy fortune through careful but inspired investments. He owned his own big house, freelanced when he felt like it, did as he pleased. Not bad for a brutha from the projects, he thought - not for the first time - as he lowered his big frame in a chair in front of his computer. Settling, he stretched his arms wide and then cupped his hands behind his head. Nobody knew yet quite how remarkable his research and experimentation into human physiology had been. Nobel territory? Could be. No point rushing, though. Got to keep a good work/life balance, right? And there was the project. Watching the on-screen images while his computer powered up, he wondered again if his new project was going to be worth the effort. There were certainly big risks. The complex formulae and unpredictable psychological aspects could always go wrong. He knew precisely how to get the exact results he wanted on himself, but moving on to others would be, well, challenging. Jackson loped into the kitchen to fix a drink, catching sight of himself in the floor to ceiling mirror in the corridor. Always a pleasure to see in my natural state, he commented inwardly, grinning slightly at his own narcissism. He was dressed in the singlet and baggies he had worn to the gym earlier. His dark brown skin, where it showed, still glistened with sweat from his workout. Despite the arsenal at his disposal, he believed, it was better to keep the natural body right up to scratch through plain hard work, not to mention the endorphin high which strenuous exercise invariably produced in him. And it kept paying off. At 6' and 185 pounds, Jackson's lean body was covered in toned muscle. The damp material of his gym shirt clung to his broad shoulders and his nipples stood out visibly on his chest. His kept his hair cut to a close fade, his large green eyes were framed by naturally arched eyebrows and high cheekbones. A trimmed moustache and goatee surrounded his full lips. Yes, he thought, the basic body is always very gratifying. Jackson returned to the computer in time to hear the voice telling his he had mail. In a minute, he muttered. He wanted to check first that the site was up and running properly. He had argued endlessly with the site designers about getting it just right. If it had gone live overnight as he had been promised, he should be getting some traffic very soon. He clicked on his favorites list, selected his own site and waited. After a moment, the screen flooded with an graphic image of a naked black man, superimposed with the words "Nubian Transformations". Jackson scanned the front page banner he had composed: "Welcome to Nubian Transformations, where you will get the chance to meet the phinest black men presently available in town. Check out our escort catalog. There is a very wide range of sexy black men here to suit many desires. We aim to offer an experience which will change your life, no less. Competitive rates. In calls only." Under the banner message was a cartoon graphic of a pulsing, outsize black dick with an 'enter' arrow beside it. Hmm, Jackson thought, maybe that was a rather coarse touch But he would probably get more hits that way. Inside, the catalog page displayed an assortment of black men, all very different from each other: none of them was entirely naked, all wore provocative clothing. Site instructions urged potential customers to e-mail the webmaster with their choice of man, a brief explanation for their choice and basic personal physical details. Further exchanges would then follow about time, place, terms and conditions. Could be any one of a hundred escort sites peddling sex, Jackson thought, but he hoped that a certain type of man would be intrigued by the suggestion of transformation. He just had to weed out the exact type of fantasies which would suit his purposes. He leaned back in his chair and clicked on his mail box. --------------------------------------------------------- Derrick James finished his last rep of bench press and stood up. He looked hard at his reflection in the mirror of the gym's free weight area, then turned away in evident disgust. Shit, what would it take?, he wondered. Just turned 28, he was becoming resigned to never getting the breakthrough he wanted at the gym. Although 5'11", not at all bad looking and obviously toned from regular workouts over several years, his body just wasn't going anywhere. It seemed to satisfy his sex partners when he occasionally scored, but it didn't satisfy him. All he had to do was look at some of the really big lifters at the gym to feel almost sick with envy. Especially the big black bodybuilders, He could swear that some of them got visibly bigger every time he saw them. Images of their big dark bodies flooded his mind now whenever he jerked off, and even during sex with other men he found his thoughts turning to how incredibly sexually potent they were. But the sad fact was that they looked right through him as if he wasn't there. Just as well, maybe. If any of them had stopped to notice him they might have objected to the look of mingled envy and lust on his face as he watched them swagger through their workout routines, his dick never less than half hard. He thought that even if he ever got that big he would be too embarrassed to wear such revealing gear as they did in the gym. Some of that lycra shit looked like it was painted on to their muscle bodies. When Derrick got home, he went straight to his computer and once on line, starting surfing some of his favorite bodybuilder sites. Looking through the new links section of one site, his eye was caught by a listing for an escort service called Nubian Transformations. The site description promised an illustrated catalog. Hmmm, that could be interesting, he thought, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation. Barely two hours later, he stood in front of the computer, trembling slightly and trying to catch his breath. He sure as hell couldn't afford to hire an escort, wasn't sure he should even be exploring such an option. He had looked through the NubianTransformations photo gallery with growing interest - there certainly were a wide variety of types there, not the usual assortment of porn magazine clones. Then he had been stopped in his tracks by a page devoted to a massively muscled black bodybuilder. The man had obviously trained to serious competition standard. He stood legs wide apart, powerful arms crossed over his glistening pecs, thick knotted muscle straining in his bull-like neck. His expression was challenging, even intimidating. He wore only a yellow pose pouch which hung low under the weight of his prominent package. Apart from a pair of thick eyebrows which emphasised his low forehead, he appeared to be shaved completely hairless. Derrick had been unable to believe quite how powerfully horny he found the man's image and knew at once that he would have to take the leap and arrange an appointment. He had fired off an e-mail to the webmaster without any expectation of a quick reply. In it, he explained that he was very interested (I'll say, he thought to himself as he typed) in meeting the model listed as Number 9 in the agency's catalog. He went on to describe himself and said that he had always wanted to be with a black bodybuilder just like this one. (Funny, he noticed when he checked the message for spelling before sending it off, he had written "always wanted to be a black bodybuilder... " the first time around. He hastily inserted the missing 'with'.) To his surprise, an answer pinged into his online mail box barely an hour later. The reply confirmed that Nubian Transformations had been able to secure him an appointment with the bodybuilder the following Friday evening in his own town. He was given an address and a time. He should bring a credit card with him and dress "however you like". Derrick was a bit breathless by the end of these exchanges, not quite sure what he had done. But he reasoned that he had waited too long already for this. He guessed he could wait until Friday. --------------------------------------------------------- Jackson Fredericks spent much of the following two days preparing for the first appointment on Friday evening. He was pleased that things were working out so easily. He had done all the necessary research about Mr Derrick James. The first subject's choice of escort was a fairly straightforward temporary transformation for Jackson to accommodate. Just a question really of putting the appropriate mass in all the right places on himself to approximate the model from the catalog. Hardly any cosmetic fiddling around. Good. He had mixed a cocktail of dilute transform compounds to achieve the required result. Washing it down with his breakfast, Jackson calculated that the timed release should be completed by late afternoon. He changed into a pair of baggy shorts and an extra large T shirt - room to grow, he observed, grinning to himself - and set about preparing the materials for the more fundamental changes he hoped to offer his customer. He felt occasionally the not unpleasant sensation of progressive alterations to his body as the day passed, but he knew he would wait until he had completed the process before looking in the mirror. It was always more fun that way. -------------------------------------------------------- Derrick walked quickly when he got off the bus on Friday evening in a neighbourhood he did not know at all. It was a chillier evening than he had bargained on and he wore only a tight, white t-shirt and some cargo pants against the cold. When he arrived at the street address he had been given, he wondered if he had made a mistake with the house number. The big house was in complete darkness. Taking a deep breath, Derrick pushed the doorbell, his hand shaking slightly in anticipation. After a minute, the door swung open on a darkened hallway. A figure standing partially behind the door intoned in a rumbling bass: "Come on in, man", a deep voice said. Derrick slipped inside and was immediately struck not by what he saw - or couldn't quite yet see - but by the strong musky smell of fresh sweat. His eyes finally adjusting to the half light, he now took in the man standing just feet away from him. Mark was stunned by the presence of the massive black bodybuilder who towered at 6'3" over him. Powerful muscles semeed to surge and ripple all over his body when he moved even slightly. Hairless but for his thick eyebrows, he wore only a yellow pose pouch which strained to cover his crotch. His thick full lips seemed to fill his lower face completely. He stepped a bit closer to Derrick and looked him up and down. "Why dontcha come on in here?, he said, motioning Derrick through another door. "I jus been getting a quick pump on the home gym." Derrick tried to squeeze past him as they both headed for the door but the big lifter was too big to avoid brushing up against him on the way through. Derrick felt electrified by the brief contact. As he entered the room, the black muscle giant planted his feet at shoulder width and folded his arms across his chest. "You like what you see, man?" He opened his arms in an expansive gesture, pulled one arm up into a flex, turning his face close, letting his long pink tongue lick slowly across the pumped bicep, while cupping his crotch with his free hand, regarding Derrick from under hooded eyes. Derrick stared fixedly at the erotic vision in front of him, felt his cock hardening in his pants. He noticed how the big man's brown nipples, centred on wide discs against his pecs, were bullet hard and pointing nearly face down towards his bulging, defined abs. "Well, do you?, he prompted. "Oh yeah, man, I really do", Derrick whispered huskily, his mouth dry. "Good, I knew you would. Have a seat on the couch, man. I'm gonna grab a protein drink outta the fridge. I'll get one for you, too. Then we can get busy." It wasn't a question or an invitation, more of a statement. Derrick watched the man's massive back as he left the room - flaring lats, bulking deltoids which merged into his bull neck, a high hard butt of chiselled ass muscle. A sigh of urgent lust escaped raggedly from Derrick's mouth. The muscleman returned after a minute and flopped down beside Derrick, the weight of his body hitting the couch making it shake while its springs complained. Derrick took the tumbler from him and started to sip absently from it while he tried to get used to the waves of heat and the heady smell coming off the man sitting so close to him. Working one big hand over his chest while he spoke, the man starting saying in his low voice how much Derrick must admire his body to be willing to pay for his company. He said how much he got off on that kind of admiration in this job. The words began to tumble out of Derrick with this prompt, about how much he loved big black bodybuilders, how he would love to be as big as them. "Just like you", he ended a little breathlessly. The big man grinned sexily and nodded as if privately satisfying himself of something. He leaned over Derrick, clasping one big hand around the base of his neck, pulling him close. "You like my big blackman body, dontcha fella?", he murmured teasingly. Derrick leaned into the man's chest and found one hard nipple with his tongue. He licked and chewed for a long time, pausing only to finish his drink to wet his dry mouth. He returned to attack the other nipple, his hands meanwhile searching the man's hard muscles. He was glad to hear the man begin to groan with pleasure at this treatment, occasionally grunting "Yeh, man, that's right, that's how to do it." Derrick noticed that the yellow pose pouch which had barely covered the big guy's crotch before was now stretched to obscene proportions. Derrick started to peel back the brief to release the swelling dark dick which was aching to spring up. He lowered his mouth hungrily to within an inch or two of the big man's thick member when he felt the beginnings of dizziness and a sense of great tiredness. His last surprised thought as he lost consciousness was that he was being carried in the man's huge arms as if he were weightless. --------------------------------------------------------- Jackson Fredericks stood over the single bed in an upstairs room of the house the following afternoon, looking intently at Derrick's body. Although he was absolutely still And sound asleep, Jackson had clamped his wrists and ankles to the sides of the bed as a precaution. He was pleased and rather excited by the results of Derrick's transformation so far. Last night's cocktail of carefully calculated and blended compounds had certainly worked impressively. The hulking 6' 3" figure on the bed, whose shoulders spanned its whole width easily, bore little resemblance to the young man who had entered the house 18 hours earlier. His thick corded neck and muscle-knotted shoulders, 50" pecs, awesome flaring lats pushing his 23" biceps away from his body, rock hard bulging abs, huge thighs with prominent veins running into his crotch all proclaimed him the very image of a powerful bodybuilder. His heavy low hanging balls over which flopped a thick uncut dick - unhard at least six inches long - suggested that he would be a powerful player in bed as well. He was perfectly hairless all over but for his eyebrows and a shock of blond hair on his head. The rags of a white t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants which had been ripped by their seams hung from his body. Very, very nice, Jackson told himself. Nice, but not quite finished yet. Now came the delicate part. He moved near to the bed, laying a hand on Derrick's cool forehead. A slight exertion of pressure with his fingers and the sleeping man began to struggle up to consciousness. Derrick's eyes opened slowly, blinking in the light. He gradually took in the man standing patiently over him. Instinctively he tried to sit up, only he could to move his arms. He felt panic starting as he tried to work out what the hell was going on. "What the fuck!?", he shouted, glaring at the man. "How are you feeling today, big man?", Jackson asked. Derrick was struck by how soothing the man's voice sounded and thought better of starting to shout again. But who is this guy?, he wondered. What had happened last night? He remembered just getting started with the amazing black guy from the escort agency, then barely ten minutes later - nothing else. "Umm.... Who are you?", he asked, trying to focus on the nicely built rather handsome black man standing over him. "Well, I guess you could say that I am your benefactor", the man replied. "I'm certainly your host for the time being". "What the hell happened to me last night? Where did my date go?", Derrick muttered, more to himself than in expectation of an answer. "He'll be along before too long, I suspect", said the man, a faint smile passing over his lips. "But right now, I want to show you something I think you will like." Oh shit, thought Derrick, I hope this isn't some kind of come on. This is all weird enough already. The man fingered a remote control he had extracted from his pocket. A panel in the ceiling slid noiselessly back to reveal a mirror. "Look up now, Derrick," the man suggested. Derrick's eyes flickered upwards towards the ceiling. He stared hard for a full minute at the image he saw reflected there, his jaw dropped in stunned amazement. "Fuck, man, what's happened to me? This can't be real!" Even as he spoke the words, he realised that he was already longing to touch the body he saw. "Oh yes, it is very real, I assure you. Are you not pleased? This is what you always wanted isn't it? Or at least, part of what you wanted." Derrick didn't know what that last part was supposed to mean. He was now completely transfixed by the image of himself as a massive bodybuilder. And it clearly turned him on. He watched as his new improved dick - shit, it couldn't be that big - hardened until it lay, ten fat inches, against the inside of his thigh, oozing precum. Derrick muttered, entranced: "But how?" Jackson laughed. "That is sort of a secret, my friend. Let's just say that the protein drink you were given last night was more than just a fitness supplement." Derrick shook his head slowly from side to side. "But, it will, like, wear off soon, right?" "Not at the concentrations of compounds you have absorbed. These changes are permanent. Your fundamental biochemistry has been altered now at a genetic level." "Fuck, man." Derrick didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He went quiet for a minute. "Man, I really wanna touch myself", he whispered. "Let me loose so I can touch myself, please!" The man circled the bed, looking appraisingly at Derrick. "The thing is, Derrick, we are not quite finished yet. Nubian Transformations offers a total service and I wouldn't want you to go home half - umm - done, shall we say." Derrick shuddered. "Look man, I think this is just completely amazing, but it's enough. I look great like this, just what I always wanted. Any more and I would be some sort of freak." As he spoke, Jackson moved closer again. "No, Derrick. Not a freak at all, just complete. But this next part is a bit tricky and I will need you to be awake and willing. I can help you relax to make it easier." Jackson picked up a small metal disc from the table nearby and started to pass it back and forth in front of Derrick's eyes. Derrick watched as it caught the light regularly, listening to the man urging him to relax. --------------------------------------------------------- "Now, Derrick. You understand that you are hypnotised, don't you?". Derrick nodded. "I want you to listen carefully to what I tell you and I need to know that you want all this to happen. That you really want it. And when we are finished, I promise you will be very happy. Deal? " Derrick nodded with some hesitation. "OK, man," he said at last. Jackson paused a moment. He finally asked: "Can you remember, Derrick, what you said to your escort last night just before you passed out?" "Sure, I said I would like to be just like him. God, he was so fantastic. That body." "That's right, you said you would like to be just like him. And you meant that?" "Hell, yeh. And now I am", he replied. "No, not quite", Jackson answered patiently, as he unwrapped three loaded hypodermic syringes from the bedside table. "You seemed to be trying to say that you would like to be a black man who is also a big bodybuilder. A totally hot, black muscle giant. Isn't that true?" Silence for a minute. Derrick muttered a reply which was neither a yes or no. "Well, Derrick, is that what you meant or not?", Jackson persisted. Images flooded through Derrick's mind half-conscious mind of all the black bodybuilders he had lusted after at the gym, acknowledging just how much he wanted to be like them. And how the incredible presence of the escort last night had settled him finally in that wish. "Yes," he groaned at last, "God yes, that is what I want." Jackson gently inserted the first hypo into one of the many prominent veins on the inside of Derrick's forearm and steadily emptied the contents into his bloodstream. Derrick made a face but remained still. "This first shot is to deal with some basic issues for you, Derrick. Skin and hair, mostly. It won't hurt at all. Shall I tell you about it is it happens?" Derrick nodded slowly. "Yes, it is a very arresting sight. Your skin is getting darker all over as I watch. In a minute or two it will have become a dark chocolate brown all over, except for the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet. Very ... fetching. And that big dick of yours is several shades darker, almost coal black. Your blond hair has fallen out. Your skull and jaw will gradually grow out in black hair, if you want to let it grow. Personally I like the bald-headed look on a man like you. You have already developed a pair of thick black eyebrows. Short silky hair has formed in your pits and a small patch of wiry black pubes has cropped on your crotch. There is a silky coating on your balls too. You may want to keep them shaved later on - I know lots of bodybuilders like to do that. Good. That is about it for this stage. You now have black skin Derrick. Congratulations." Jackson ran a hand over the silky dark skin on Derrick's new chest. "All right now Derrick. This next shot will go deeper. It will address your basic physiognomy. You may feel a little discomfort for a while. Bear with me, though. It will pass." Jackson found another vein and emptied the second syringe into the man's arm. Derrick convulsed slight after a moment and began to thrash against his restraints as his body began to change further. Jackson noticed a perceptible lift to his hips as his glutes swelled and altered to produce a perfect high round bubble butt of two melon shaped halves, which jutted almost shelf-like away from the base of his back. His fingers lengthened on suddenly bigger hands. But the really significant changes were happening to his face and head. Jackson watched in fascinated approval as Derrick's skull rounded at the back and dipped sharply where it met his neck. Derrick's previously rather high forehead seemed to shrink visibly and his brow thickened. His cheekbones became more prominent, his nose flatter and broader with flaring nostrils, his big almond eyes hooded with deeply folded lids. Finally, his lips thickened to a sensual new fullness, dominating his whole lower face. Jackson's voice shook very slightly when he next spoke. "Derrick, that has worked very, very well. You are without doubt a very beautiful black man now." "OK, Derrick breathed and at once flinched in surprise at the sound of his own new gutturally deep voice. Jackson stood admiring the work so far. The white boy who had walked through his door the day before was now transformed into a huge 250 lb black bodybuilder. He leaned close to the bed, noticing the heat and deep musky smell which now rolled off the big man's body. "Just one more shot, Derrick. OK?" An assenting grunt. "This shot is really just to make sure you have, umm, fun. It will fix your sex drive at a much higher level and also make you more sexually versatile. It will loosen your self-consciousness." (And wipe selective parts of your memory of how all this has happened, he observed silently to himself.) The contents of the third needle emptied into Derrick's arm, Jackson sat down on a chair for exactly five minutes before rising to approach the recumbent muscle man. "Derrick, I am going to end this hypnosis now. When you open your eyes, I will release your restraints, but I want you to be still for a minute or two before you get up. You may feel a little surprised at first. Derrick nodded slowly. Jackson leaned forward, a smile of triumph spreading over his face as he murmured in Derrick's ear: "Now, wake up, my man." He loosened the big man's restraints and sat back to watch. Derrick opened his eyes and looked up to the mirror on the ceiling. Totally freaky, he thought. He grinned with a look of complete satisfaction and wonder at his powerful black body before turning to the attractive man sitting near him. "Sup Doc?", he asked, speaking the words in a slight drawl as he tried to adjust to his newly full lips. He started to touch his muscles all over, as if to persuade himself that it was all really true. He whistled slowly, commenting almost to himself, "Would you look at me, man? A real muscle brutha now." All this activity produced an immediate response from his steadily thickening dick. "Fuck man, shouldn't I be covered up ... or sumpthin...?", he ended lamely, looking up at Jackson for assistance. Jackson fished a very skimpy yellow pose pouch from his pocket and offered it to Derrick. "You might just about get into this if you're quick", he offered. Derrick struggled into the brief, managing to look more undressed with it on than when he had been naked, his pubes sticking out of the brief where it sagged under the weight of his cock and balls. "Guess I'ma need to get me some new clothes," he said absently. "Yes," Jackson agreed. "I hope you don't mind, I did some shopping on your credit card this morning. You can try on some of this stuff next door now, if you want. There's a full length mirror in there. I think it will fit you and I think you'll like it. "Cool, thanks," Derrick said. He stood and walked experimentally around the room, finding his new centre of gravity and getting used to the slightly rolling gait which his big thighs created when he walked. "Guess I best had get on home now", he said finally. His face clouded. "Yo, man? You don't happen to know where I live now, do you? I seem to have forgot." "Same place as before, Derrick. The landlord understands you are subletting from the owner. And with your new job managing your old gym- you're due to start first thing Monday, by the way - you should be able to afford to move somewhere nicer soon enough. All the paperwork is in the bag with the clothes." Derrick still seemed troubled. "What about my friends, family ...?" he trailed off. Jackson shrugged. "Just go with the flow, Derrick, as I expect you would put it. And have a good time." Derrick seemed content enough with this and his face brightened. He threw the bag of clothes over one shoulder and turned to leave the room. Jackson watched his broad back and butt appreciatively. He halted just as he reached the doorway. Turning, he said "I guess I'll go try on some of this stuff before I check outta here, man." He winked. "You wanna help"? Jackson padded after him a couple of minutes later. He reached the doorway to find Derrick struggling into a white lycra muscle T which looked painted onto his torso. He was about to button the flies on his pants when he caught sight of Jackson. Stepping close to him, he hefted his hardening dick and balls in one hand suggestively, then raised a flexed bicep to his face, licking it slowly with a long pink tongue. "What do you think, man? You like what you see?" Jackson stepped into the erotically charged arms of the muscleman, finding his lips for a passionate kiss as he began to fondle Derrick's thick ebony horsedick with one hand and stroke his muscles with the other. Oh yes, he thought, Catalog man No 9 has been a big success. A very good start to the project. --------------------------------------------------------- End of Part One. This is my first attempt at one of these. Hope you like it. I have lots of ideas for further episodes of NubianTransformations and hope that I can cover a wide range of types and situations in future instalments. I would really welcome your comments and suggestions - the more uninhibited the better!


text: Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2002 23:00:52 EDT From: Subject: My New Found Friend --Chapter 5 All the disclaimers apply Chapter 5 Waking up at Ralph's It was raining when I woke up and Ralph was still snoring. I looked at the clock and it read 7:30 and I had to pee so bad, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and when I got back Ralph was awake Morning Ralph Hey he said in a tired voice--You sick again No just had to pee And you didn't ask me to hold it for you? You were asleep but if you want you can hold it now. Ralph reached over and gradded my dick in his hand and began to stroke and it came to attention right away Does that feel good he asked Keep going and you will find out Ralph sped up the motion and I began to shake I have done myself in the morning but no one has ever done it for me and it felt great the next thing I remember was shooting my load all over Ralph's hand. I must have shot about 4--5 times cause his hand was covered Boy i guess that did feel good Ralph said OH YEH IT DID When I reached for his he stopped me and said the it wasn't necessary Why and then he brought my hand to his dick and it was just as wet Why didn't you let me do it for you It did it on its own I didn't even touch myself We both just started to laugh Man a mind of it's own I said I guess so Just as we were ready to get out of bed we heard Judy tap on the door-- You boys up? NO I said OK just let me know when you are and I will fix breakfast Hey by the way that sweet little voice that I just heard tell your MOM that I will swap kids any day HEY MOM THAT'S NOT FUNNY OH you are up then Well duh Hey boy watch it Just then Ralph looked at my dick and said I am I mean I did ummmmm OK Laughter was all that came from the other side of the door When we finally got out of bed we went to the shower and Ralph took his first and I followed boy how I wanted to get in there with him. When we got down the the kitchen Judy had breakfast on the table, I hope that you like french toast she asked. Yeh thanks I replied, Mom can I have panacakes Ralph asked with a smirk on his face. Yeh sure -- just as long as you clean all your dishes when you are done making them I started to laugh and looked at Ralph What are you laughing at he said you have to clean the ones that are dirty now and I looked at the sink and there was a pile of them I stopped laughing and just stared at the sink and that is when I noticed Ralph now laughing. Then he told me that his mom always makes dinner at the same time she makes breakfast on the weekends that she has to work. So you have to work today Mrs Judy Yeh all weekend-- What are you boys going to do with it raining outside? Don't know yet mom is it going to rain all day Ralph asked Looks like it honey Man stuck inside he complained Sorry boys but that looks like the plan can we get rent a movie on pay per view Yeh just one though and no crap got it yeh mom thanks OK I am going to finish the dishes and get ready for work you boys do your own ok? OK we both said at the same time Judy kissed us both on the head and went off to work and on the way our said that she would be home in time to make dinner. So what do you want to do now Ralph I asked Well we can play on the puter and maybe watch some tv until we find a movie on pay per view that we want to see OK I answered We flipped on the TV and started to watch cartoons and as we got comfortable I put my hand on his leg and started to rub. Ralph did nothing but lay there and move his leg so that I can do the whole thing. When he stopped moving I looked at him and noticed that he was asleep. I got up and went to his bedroom and grabbed the top sheet and went back and put it over the both or us as I got back on the couch. When he woke up about half hour later he said sorry man did not mean to fall asleep on you. Thats OK I dozed off a couple of times to, What do you want to do now. Lets go to my room and play on the puter OK When we got there he turned it on and got on the internet. We surfed the net for a bit and as we were just about to get into a chat room he got an instant message Hey it said Whats up he replied nothing you same ole same ole yeh us to Us it said Yeh me and Barry he spent the night At this time the courosity got the best of me and I asked who it was Its Mike the guy who gave you the desk Oh tell hime I said hi Hey Barry says hi Hey How is the desk Great Ralph typed Good glad you can use it got to go have to work seeeee yaaaaa guys Bye Mike At that time Ralph got off the internet and said somthing that he never said befor Hey man I am horny want to help me I looked at him with a supprised look on my face UMMMMMM UHHHHH UMMMM was all I could manage to come up with Well do ya or am I going to have to do it myself and then he started to laugh He then got up and walked over to the bed and got the towel the we used the night befor and early that morning he threw it in the hamper and went to the bathroom and came back with another one and got on the bed and took his boxers off, I went to the bed and got on next to him and took my boxers off as well. You want to do each other as I reached for Ralph OK but lets do it slow so it will last OK and i grabbed his and he grabbed mine and we began to stroke. We both had pre cum ozzing out the tips of our dicks and I cant say for him but I was getting really excited Want to try somthing we have never done befor I asked What he said Well we have done everything except from behind I dont know man never done that he said-- I heard it hurts Yeh me too but we can stop if it gets to bad or we don't like it OK you want to go first Ralph asked You mean me do you or you do me first I do you he said OK I heard that if you use somthing like vaseline it wont be that bad -- Do you have any Yeh he said and went and got it out of the bathroom Ok now what he said and I started to giggle What I have never done it befor why you asking me OH HA HA HA He reached for the vasaline and took off the cover and said that it had to go somewhere and put some on his dick which was a beautiful site. He then told me to roll over and spread my legs. I did as he said and he got on top of me and put his dick right at the crack of my butt and started to push down. I felt it at the entrance of my hole and pushed my butt up and felt the head of his dick go in. OUCH I cried man that hurts You wnat to stop No just stay like that for a bit OK just let me know when you are ready OK he said and we stayed like that for about 5 min Just then I said ok go ahead and Ralph pushed some more and this time it hurt but not so bad and he kept going, It was now feeling pretty good and that is when I realized that he was all the way in, Ralph said that he was going to start pumping and pulled his dick almost all the way out and pushed back in this--this time i did not feel hardly any pain mostly pleasure. Ralph was now pumping a little faster and starting to moan. It was feeling really good to me as well and i was doing a little moaning myself. Ralph was moaning in my ear and telling me that he was about ready to let his load go and asked me if I wanted him to pull out/ No I said and pushed my butt up. All of a sudden he let out a little screach and jammed his dick into me and that hurt. But after the hard push he let all of his boy juice into me. WHen he was finished he collapsed on me and just layed there with his dick still in me but I could feel it getting smaller. When he came to his senses he pulled out and got off of me and rolled on his back, MAN THAT WAS FANTASTIC WAIT TILL YOU DO IT TO ME Yeh as horny as I am I aint wating to much longer so get ready. Ralph grabbed the towel and cleaned my butt and his dick and threw the towel on the floor. OK man your turn and he rolled overon his belly. I took the vasaline and lubed up my dick and mover over on top of Ralph. My dick not being as big as Ralph's I could not get it in him so I asked him to lift his butt and he did so. When he did that I was able to get the head in andhe flinched a bit. Am I hurting you. No man it feels kind of good go further I really cant lets try somthing and I pulled out-- roll over on your back i said and he did now pull your legs up and and hold them, When he did that I got behind him and and aimed my dick right for his hole. I started going in and thought I was going to explode cause it felt so good. Ralph moanded and I was moaning right along with him, Like I said me not being as big as him I was all the way in in no time and started my rythym, In and out in and out feeling more and more incredible with every pump. I was in heaven and I think that Ralph was too all you heard was a lot of moaning, Ralph opened his eyes and asked how I felt and I let him know with and hard push and a loud moan and an exploision of my juice in his butt, I thought that I was going to blow a hole though him as hard as I blew. When I finally came back to earth I just fell back and my dick popped out and I fell back. Still breathing kind of hard Ralph put his legs down and I could see that he was pumping his dick like there was no tomorrow, I reached up and took over and brought him to the edge for the seconed time in less than hour, When we were finished I reached over and picked up the towel and cleaned up up and noticed that the bed had a spot on it where it came out of Ralph's butt. Hey man look at the mess we made guess you have to change the sheets haha ha. Now that we are 13 for some reason everything seems different. It feels more and more incredible every time. We are not into kinky crap that you read in some stories but defenetly more fun and it is not every day that we have to have it I guess you could call it LOVE/ Thanks for reading and let us know if you like our stories. We are working on a Fantasy story and will be finished hopefully by the end of next week/ So for now seeeeeeeee yaaaaaaa and send any comments to


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Top 11 Reasons That Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich Considered Appointing Himself To Fill Obama's US Senate Seat

11. He was frustrated at being "stuck" as governor*

10. Wanted to consult with experts on how to commit fraud without being caught

9. He thought that it would be easier to fight an indictment as a sitting Senator as opposed to a sitting governor*

8. Figured if they let Ted Kennedy stay, the Senate would never kick him out

7. He thought he could remake his image as a Senator in consideration of a possible run for President in 2016*

6. Needed more clout to shake down the American Cancer Society

5. He thought he could make lucrative corporate contacts that he could cash in after leaving public office*

4. Tired of taking the same old bribes from the same old cronies

3. Having a Senate seat would facilitate his wife's employment as a lobbyist*

2. Junket opportunities as Governor of Illinois severely limited

1. He could generate higher speaking fees as a former Senator should he decide to leave public office*

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Skate or Die! Review

USA USA Version

Posted by Darren Calvert

Hop on your board and take part in five extreme skate events!

Long before the Tony Hawk’s franchise made skateboarding games mainstream the cool kids got their kicks on Skate or Die for the NES. The action begins in Rodney Recloose’s skateboard shop. He’s a crazy middle-aged dude with a blue Mohawk who organises different event such as freestyle, high jump, downhill jam, downhill race and joust which you can compete in.

The freestyle event lets you show off your rad moves on the halfpipe, to gain more points you just need to hold a handstand on the end of the pipe or do some spins in the air. You get 10 attempts to show off your skills and build up points then its game over. Pulling the tricks off is harder than it looks, you’ll have to judge the right angles perfectly.

High jump is pretty much the same idea but the aim is to get as high as possible. You need to frantically pound the action button to build up speed and get some cool air. Again landing straight with your board is very tricky; it’s all too easy to crashing back down to earth. This is probably the worst event.

Downhill jam is a good laugh; you race against a punk called Lester who punches you to show you down along the way. You have to avoid such obstacles as puddles and walls. Your score will be determined by a combination of how many obstacles you can avoid and getting a good time for the course. To spice things up there are also ramps to do tricks from and of course you can punch Lester back if he starts to annoy you too much!

In the Downhill race it’s much the same idea, but you ride solo. The goal is to finish as fast as possible but there are some horribly sharp turns to negotiate.

Last but not least is Jousting, as you might expect you have to avoid the jouster when it’s their turn, and line it up perfectly to hit your opponent when it’s your turn. The first to get hit 3 times loses. To gain control of the joust you need to avoid getting hit 5 times. This is probably the most fun out of the events on offer.

The graphics and sound aren’t much to write home about, but for a game of this age it is forgivable. What we find less forgivable is how clunky the controls feel and how repetitive the events are. There really isn’t enough variety on offer here, when compared to other multi-event sport sims such as California Games this game is left eating dust. Nostalgic fans from yesteryear might still get a kick out of this, but it is recommended that others give it a miss. It’s not terrible, but it’s far from being great too.

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fep said:

I don't understand, this game is not available on French VC ? Why ???

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1942 (VC Arcade / Virtual Console Arcade)

Game Review

1942 Review

Europe PAL Version

Posted by Marcel van Duyn

A relic best left forgotten

Capcom's 19XX series is quite fondly remembered, for offering some unique and very solid gameplay over the five installments it has had so far. At least, that mostly counts for the later four, but not so much for the first.

Although not as bland as Exed Exes, 1942 does not really offer too many novelties other than its Pacific War theme. It's another vertical shooter, and the only two moves you've got are standard shots and a nifty loop which allows you to avoid incoming fire.

Like most shoot 'em ups, holding down the fire button will make you fire very slowly, so you'll have to do continuous tapping to get the most out of your weapons. Initially only three shots can be on-screen at the same time, and you'll have to collect power-ups to get more.

Likewise, the loops also have a limit and you can't pull off many consecutively without first finding certain items. There are also power-ups which grant you other bonuses, like double firepower, or two support planes which fly along your sides and each fire when you do.

The game has 32 stages, of which each four take place in a different location of Japan. Unless you die you won't even really notice you're going through the stages however: much like Xevious, the game continuously keeps scrolling, with no breaks between the levels.

The game can be quite relentless with the amount of obstacles you have to dodge, and you'll need to reach the next level to be able to continue anywhere other than the start of the current one. Thankfully your plane moves quite a bit faster than that slow ship in Exed Exes, so you can actually dodge and keep destroying enemies at the same time rather than almost exclusively dodging.

The Virtual Console Arcade also offers the usual configurable options, so you can increase your amount of lives and all sorts of other things to make it a bit easier if you do have trouble. Strangely, there aren't many bosses in the game – you'll only fight four in total, and all of them are the same enemy, just with a little bit more health every encounter.

All in all, however, 1942 isn't really too special. It started a mostly great series, but in this first game there's not much variety in the levels, which all drag on a bit too long. There are no real fun, stand-out moments, and even with the difficulty turned down it can still get frustratingly hard at times too

1942 isn't much of an improvement over Exed Exes, offering only a small amount more entertainment and dragging on a bit too long. It's nice to see how the 19XX series started, but if you're not really nostalgic about them it's probably best to simply wait for the sequels, as each of them is better than this one.

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Bass_X0 said:

Its already in the top ten VC downloads here (the only one of Capcom's arcade game to do so). I think it was #8 or #9. So clearly despite it being a relic, enough people have nostalgia for it to download it. Whether they enjoy the game after downloading it is another question though. I also kinda hope that the NES game eventually comes to the Virtual Console at some point just because its the cheaper version. Some people may prefer an inferior 8-bit port to save 300 points.

Rawk_Hawk said:

If this is a relic best left forgotten then please bring more forgotten relics! I love this game. Good simple fun

bezerker99 said:

I don't agree with this review. This game is classic greatness! (I can't help but chuckle when I see the reviewer acting shocked when he discovers there are "only two moves." Exactly...1942 was all about simpilcity - yet the game got tremendously difficult at certain areas/stages.

SKTTR said:

I think all 6 VCA games Capcom recently released are great classics. Commando, Black Tiger and Exed Exes are my favourites, but I also like Ghosts 'n Goblins and Son Son.
About 1942... well, it's ok but the sound is awful. 1943 is much better.

Rawk_Hawk said:

Somone I know who is knowledgable in military history told me the P-38 did not land on aircraft carriers. Thankfully, Capcom fixed that little oversight when they made 1944: The loop master.

SpriteKing said:

I bought this at a used game store thinking it was 1943.
I returned it within the hour.

kurtasbestos said:

Please please please please please release 1943 for the Virtual Console, Capcom/Nintendo, please.

EdEN said:

For $8 I can relieve how I felt playing this in the arcade back in the day. Sure, 1943 is waaaaay better but the nostalgia factor is also higher on 1942.

Rarewarefan7495 said:

It deserves a 6/10 for the nostalgia and the fun Co-Op mode. it's a good game and it's fun still today. It's a little expensive though I definitely agree.

Drake said:

@bezerker99: I'm not exactly surprised about there only being two moves, I'm just stating there are. A lot of other, later shmups have a whole bunch of other stuff you can do (Aiming behind yourself, smart bombs, etc.) so of course some people may want to know that.

Bass_X0 said:

Is the NES version much different? Is it worth having both on the Virtual Console, even just for the less expensive option? I agree 800 points for 1942 is indeed way too expensive.

Rawk_Hawk said:

The NES port of 1942 is virtually identical to the arcade. The colors are slightly washed out and you don't hear the roar of the planes as much. The NES version is tough but still a bit easier than the arcade version.

StarBoy91 said:

Good review.
1942 is okay, but not worth revisiting tbh. I do concur that the sequels are way better; particularly 1941: Counter Attack.

vio said:

Wow, none of the classic Capcom arcade games are getting good reviews here. You guys should distort the truth a bit and make these games appear better than they really are. That way more people will download them and Capcom will be more inclined to continue releasing their arcade titles on VC. VC arcade was in dire need of this support.

Sakura_Moonlight2421 said:

My local arcade still has an old 1942 machine. My brother and I make quite a team when we get to play it. Two attacks is all you need in a shoot-em up type of game. One normal shot and a big power bomb. I may have not been around when it was originally released but I still love it.

dizzy_boy said:

for all it`s flaws, i actually like 1942.
i deffinitly need a friend to play co-op mode, as i have still yet to beat the first boss plane.

feng said:

I can't believe the low score 1942 got, God I loved this in the arcades back in the day, very addictive and challenging, I prefer 1942 to many of the sequels as although they were great I found them a bit too easy. As mentioned above 800pts is way too expensive though.

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