Charlie waited for Zeke and Virgil to show up so they could continue working on there time machine. He was wondering how it came to this, but there he was, about to build a time machine. A time machine, wow. I can't believe it's actually going to happen. I guess I got carried away with myself again. I wonder what I'll do next, he thought while he finished baking the last batch of cookies. Apparently he was a gifted baker as well as a frikin' genius.

"All right, they're done. Now I wait for-" he was cut off by the door bell. It was Zeke.

"Hey Zeke. Where's Virgil? Wasn't he getting a ride with you?" Charlie asked.

"He can't make it today. He's hanging out with his friends on the other end of the social food chain." Zeke explained.

"Derek and Stephanie? Huh, I wonder what they're doing." He queried.

"They're probably just watching… do I smell cookies?" Zeke asked with hope.

"Fresh out of the oven. Why? Do you like cookies?" he asked, amused just slightly.

"I love cookies almost as much as I love machines. Which you know is a lot. Can I have some now?" he asked, already eating one.

"Only if your mouth can handle big, 400 degree Fahrenheit, disks of baked cookie dough, and boiling lava hot chocolate chips." Charlie warned.

"OOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" Zeke screamed.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Charlie screamed at the unexpected howl from his vary tall friend.

"Why didn't you warn me??!!?!" Zeke yelled

"I did! You were already eating one, you prancefernanting zygote!" he yelled back

"Prance…what?" Zeke asked, completely bewildered.

"I just said the first thing that came to my mind. It could have been anything." He said.

"You're a weird kid." He stated

"Isn't weird bad?" Charlie asked, honestly curious about this.

"No, Weird is good, and strange is bad."

"Oh. Well, let's get started for today's work. It's gonna take a while" Charlie said.

"Why? What are we doing?" Zeke asked

"We're refribulating a defribulator so we can attach it to a quantomfroth mechanic that allows us to pin-point where and when we come out on the other side of the wormhole while not sending us to oblivion first." He explained as if it were 2+2.

"…oh. " Zeke was blown away by the vastness of the kid's knowledge.

"Would you like a glass of milk?" Charlie asked, as if he hadn't just explained something even Einstein couldn't fully grasp.

"Ohmygod yes." Zeke responded as if he hadn't just herd an explanation of something even Einstein couldn't fully grasp.

Charlie reached into the fridge to get the milk when his hand slipped, knocked over a Virgin Bloody Mary that landed right on Zeke's clothes.

"Zeke, I'm so sorry!" Charlie said, still a little frightened by Zeke, even though he knew Zeke couldn't hurt a fly, a person bigger than a 14 year old, maybe, but never a fly.

"It's okay. Where's your laundry room? In the basement, right?" Zeke said, calm as a sloth.

"Yeah, I'll get you through the traps." Charlie said.

Why are there traps? Zeke thought, but figured that some things were better left unanswered, especially around Charlie.

Once they were through, and at the washing machine, Zeke stripped down to nothing but his boxer-briefs.

"Whoa! Aren't you gonna wait for me to leave?" Charlie asked, in shock, just a little bit, hoping Zeke couldn't see the huge bulge in his pants. He did.

"Why? By the time you did leave, the Bloody Mary would have crusted over. Besides, leaving would be a waste of time, the stuff we're working on is right in there." He pointed to a door that was always locked unless you happened to have the key, which there are only three of. "Also, I can see that you rather like it like this." He said, looking even more down than he usually has to.

Charlie was a burning red in the face, neck, and upper chest. Truthfully, he had been dreaming of something like this since he first saw Zeke on his motorcycle, on the first day of their senior year. "I might. What's it to you!?" he said, defensively.

"Dude, I want it too." Zeke said, starting to pull down his underwear. His cock flopped out, already hard at 9 in. 3 cm. Charlie was in awe. "Go ahead. Suck it." Zeke almost commandedly said.

Charlie leaned over, grabbed the shaft, and started licking the head. Zeke moaned loud at this, to which Charlie got even harder, if possible. They moved to a more secluded part of the house, a basement room (A/N: In this fic, just pretend that Charlie lives in a big house with a basement that has lots of rooms.) where there was a large couch, a bed, a chair, and a big TV that Charlie constructed himself.

"Get your clothes off. Now" Zeke commanded. Charlie had no problem obliging to the order. He got down to his underpants, and stopped.

"Why did you stop? Take off your underwear." Zeke asked, and said, respectively.

"I don't know if I'm that big… "Charlie said, vary shy.

"Are you kidding? I'm sure you're big enough. Come here and I'll see for myself." Zeke said, vary supportively. So Charlie walked over to let Zeke see and Zeke grabbed him by the ass and tossed him on the bed.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?!" Charlie said, although he loved that Zeke did it.

"You were stalling. It's because you're nervous." Zeke explained.

"WELL OF COUR - ... okay, fair enough." Charlie said.

Zeke flipped him over and pulled down his briefs, and started rimming Charlie. Charlie moaned louder than he thought possible then Zeke stuck his index finger into Charlie's asshole he screamed from the pleasure and the pain. Then Zeke stuck in another finger in, and started to spread out the young boy's hole for what was to come. Then he put in a third finger and moved them around. Charlie was in a lot of pain, but that quickly was overcome by pleasure. Zeke removed the finger a while of prepping him. Doing so resulted in a vary unhappy groan from Charlie.

"Put them back." He whined.

"What do you think comes next?" Zeke said with a very amused look on his face.

"Oh, right." said Charlie.

"Do you have any lube? I don't want to hurt you too bad." Zeke worried.

"There's some in the cabinet next to the bed." Charlie answered.

"How do you- never mind." Zeke said. He applied the lube to his dick, and to the younger's hole, so as to reduce the pain as much as possible. He then positioned him rock hard cock at the entrance to the hole, and pushed in, not allowing time for Charlie to adjust by pushing in an inch every two seconds or so. Charlie was in heaven. The pain was almost immediately washed over by pleasure. He already was dripping a lot of pre-cum from the tip of his dick, and he loved Zeke's way of going in. once Zeke was in, then he let Charlie get comfortable. Once Charlie gave the go ahead, he pulled out a bit, and pushed in a bit. He pulled out a little more, and pushed hard back in.

"AAHhhh!!! Faster! Harder! Please!" Charlie begged. Zeke obliged. He pulled out a lot, almost completely out, and slammed back in as hard as he could

"OOOHHHH! Yes! Yes! Yes! More!" Charlie screamed, which got Zeke even harder, which he thought was impossible. Zeke started slamming into Charlie, and then he flipped him over and saw Charlie's cock for the first time

"Oh my God, you're gigantic!" he exclaimed.

"I'm smaller than you are." he said, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, by like, an inch! Proportionately, you're gigantic!"

H grabbed Charlie's dick and started to pump him fast. This sent Charlie over the edge. He cummed all over their chests, and his own face. At the same time, Zeke shot at least nine loads into Charlie's ass. He was about to pull out, but Charlie stopped him

"Could you stay in, please?" he asked

"Anything for you, babe." He said, lovingly. As Charlie rested in arms, he whispered "I love you, Zeke"

"I love you too, Charlie." Zeke said back to him. And he meant it, as did Charlie. "We've got to clean this mess up." He told him.

"We can do it later." Said Charlie, as they both fell asleep.