*BRITISH ACCENT INGAGE (Preferably David Attenborough)*

The sun rose on a beautiful Saturday morning, the rays brightening the earth. The light glimmered off of dew drops that clung to the leaves and grass. The birds newly arisen, take this moment to serenade the denizens of the earth. Magical tweets and chirps resoun–

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”

Unlucky for them, their song was interrupted by the unruly shriek of an anti-nature creature, known as a ‘Gamer’. The voice had a mix of feminine and masculine traits, mainly masculine. It was slightly high pitched, almost flowery but with a slight gravel found in most male voices. Or the gravel came from their rude awakening.

He lay on their bed, surrounded by Pokemon and Slime Rancher plushies. Like.. an unhealthy amount. The amount where you ask ‘where the hell did you get all the money for all of those!??’. At least he had some good tastes and had no body pillows or jars.

“FUCCCCCK! Why are the Birds so Loud!” he groaned. Even though he had lived in rural Washington all his life, he still hated the bird calls in the morning. Especially during spring. He never enjoyed the outdoors and preferred being inside reading or playing games, much to his Dads dismay.

Afterall his Dad, the polar opposite, is constantly out of the house in foreign land, all the way from America to Africa, from Africa to Australia. He never stayed in one place for long and always taunted him, calling him a “Useless city boy”, annoying but true. His Dad (Daniel) loved to rib him about the crap show that was his (Daniels) 47th birthday. Shivers ran down his spine just thinking about the events that unfolded.

‘Back to sleep’ He thought, positioning himself deeper into his plushie hoard. Nothing important was happening today anyway, and he was done with University and managed to get a 4.0 and honours. Life was good and simple, he could go back to when he was a teen staying up to 3 am and regretting his actions later.

‘There was nothing to do… Right?’ he questioned himself, soon succumbing to his need to sleep.

…

……

‘What time is it?’ he thought, having just woken up again. Snatching his phone off its charging station, he checked the time. 8:47 Am, he slept for an extra 2 hours, energy now coursed!… he still felt tired… Well he could always sleep till 10 or maybe 12 if he tried hard enough. Not like he had anything to do today. 

‘Something wrong, my Spidey senses are tingling’ he told himself. He felt off, he felt like he had a deadly foe he must vanquish… or do something he despised. It was that same instinct that just screamed at you that you forgot something but never told you what you had forgotten.

Whatever he had forgotten was on the level that his Dad would giggle at for the next month, and he Did Not want that. 

Had he forgotten to take out the trash? No, that was next Saturday. Forgot to feed the Dogs? No, too simple had to be worse, besides he remembered having to drag Potato away from Toast. 

No, this level of unease was on the level of setting a fire alarm off, slightly less than setting the kitchen on fire (Still being made fun of 5 years later). 

Pondering, he analysed the situation. Sitting up, his previously covered face was exposed to the world. A mix of feminine features on a masculine head, the epitome of androgyny. His long hair didn’t really help his case but he liked it long.

The smooth, soft Ivory skin, unblemished by any nick, scar or tan, it was apparent that he never touched grass. 

His boyish oval shaped head made him look cute and youthful, full of life. Rosy red cheeks looked constantly blushed, like a timid Nun or schoolgirl.

Thick Raven Black hair clung to his cheeks and head, bed hair wasn’t a very flattering look for anyone and he was very much the same. It only reached slightly below his chin but it was long enough to crawl all over his face. Any longer and you would think he was the ghost from ‘The Ring’.

Thin eyebrows streaked across his forehead, the kind a woman would kill for. Below were a pair of glowing Ocean Blue eyes, not actually glowing but mesmerizing nonetheless. A chaotic swirl of light and dark Blues that added a depth and mystery to his gaze. Their stare looking deeper due to the large bags under his eyes.

Covering his bright eyes were dainty long eyelashes that fluttered everytime he blinked. 

A solid 9 out of 10 in the face but the rest of his body (Except his legs and ass) were painfully average.

He had slightly toned arms and upper body due to his Dads forced training every weekend and holiday. It never truly looked shredded but he honestly didn’t want to turn out like good old Pops. 

He had pecs and a flat stomach, thinking about it you would almost describe his build as a swimmers or sleepers build with a slight more pudge he got from his sedentary lifestyle and love for McDees but there was a hold up tha-.

‘Is there important event?’ he asked himself, his words slightly incoherent. ‘Was there event I had to go to?’ ‘Maybe a date with that cute farmer down the road?’... ‘Hmm no events are planned during March as there is literally nothing. And that cute farmer was in fact straight so no date either.

‘What was happening today?!!’ He screamed in his head before hearing the worst thing a child could hear.

“JAMIEEEEE!!

Ah the power of a parent's yell, even at 22 Jamie couldn’t help but flinch. Especially when the voice sounded gruff, deep and powerful. THe kind of voice an army sergeant would have as he called you a “A CRAYON EATING DICK TWIDDLING IMBECILE!!”

Don’t get him wrong, Jamie didn’t fear his Dad but when you hear your name called it either means you're in trouble or you have to do something. And either of those would be torture in his sleep deprived state.

“Yeaa!” Jamie yelled back, wanting to find out what fate he’d have… nothing. “YEAA!” he shouted hoping it would work… nothing. “YEAAAAA!!!” He bellowed, practically screaming at this point. This time he got an answer.

“HAVE YOU PACKED YOUR BAG!”

‘Bag? What bag?.’ He wandered, his brain going into overdrive.  “Oh crap” he mumbled, now remembering what was happening today. He was going camping.

Racing out of bed Jamie quickly looked around. His room was the typical E-girl / boy, by that I mean a room covered in LG– RGB lights that glowed an atmospheric blue. A bunch of plushies, cushions and beanbags that dotted the corners and a dual monitor pc with a table full of Monster energy drinks. 

Honestly, I’m jealous. Imagine having the money for that? I mean I would probably buy a car or something but to each their own. Enough back to Jamie.

Luckily for Jamie, he had prepared for this day, somehow he just forgot to set an alarm… or sleep before 3 am. Nestled next to his closet was a full packed hiking bag with, now this is a long list so BEAR with me. 

• A gallon of water (4 Litres of water)
• Sleeping Bag
• Army Knife
• Hatchet
• Firestarter and Tindle
• 5 MRE’s 
• First Aid Kit (including burn kit)
• Poncho
• LifeStraw and Alternative Water Purifier
• Gloves
• 6 Pairs of clothes, socks and underwear
• Whatever else you could fit

Honestly it was a lot but Jamie’s survivalist Dad would torture him with exercise if he didn’t have it all. Thankfully he now had a habit of preparing at least 3 days in advance ever since the ‘incident’ on his Dads 47 birthday… hopefully this wouldn’t be a repeat of ‘that’ day.

Taking a whiff of his armpits, the rancid smell of stale sweat greeted him, ‘Crap! I need a shower,’ Jamie thought as he ran to his bathroom on the other side of the hall, a fresh pair of clothes and a towel draped in his arms.

 “I need a shower!!” Jamie yelled at his Dad as he broached the path between his room and the bathroom opposite. 

“Why? Do you smell that bad? Did you forget basic hygiene? Should I come in to-” Slamming the door behind him, Jamie hastily stripped revealing his body to the world. And God damn did he have that caboose, the kind of ass you'd want to dive in. The kind of thighs you'd want to get crushed by and feet… feet. Ya feet nothing to mention about them. Maybe they were dainty?

Rushing under the pressure shower, Jamie cranked up the heat and water pressure. Bone melting, just the way he liked it. 

Scrubbing all the important bits, he tried to remove all the stale smell that covered his body. His solution was to use a mix of shower gel and mint toothpaste to scrub his armpits. It would work, it always had. Sadly he didn’t have enough time for his hair but water would do the job. 

Looking between his legs, he saw his cock. Currently it was flaccid but when erect it was an average 6 inches. He was thankful for its size, even if he didn’t use it much for reproducing. A quick rinse and rub with soap would be enough.

Feeling clean enough, Jamie stepped out of the shower, his bubbly ass and thighs jiggling with each step. Hypnotic waves pulsing across the moon's surface. Quickly Jamie started to wring himself dry and put on the outfit for the day. Beige Cargo Shorts and a White Cotton T-shirt that said “Let me sleep a bit more” with a Snorlax on the front sleeping.

Brushing his teeth he multitasked packing his toiletry bag, stuffing all types of shampoos and shower gels inside, along with some deep heat and deep freeze to  be safe. {*AN - Muscle pain and pain reliever*}

Running back into his room, Jamie quickly packed the toiletries in his bag and put on thick socks and walking boots. Looking around he thought of anything he could have forgotten. Coming to a blank he shrugged and rushed down stairs, almost tripping on the way down.

Approaching the kitchen he couldn’t help but worry. ‘Hopefully this isn’t another 47 type of year’

Yorid

I return alive!!

Recently I have been uploading less chapters due to College, but its easter holiday so I should be able to do a few.

There will also be less to no updates during May and June while I take my end of year Exams (Glad it will finally be over)

Anyway hope you enjoyed the read!!

Please comment if there is a smelling error!