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I want to thank LePhantomessa for suggesting to me in her review to be more descriptive and to explore the psychological issues having to do with the other events of the previous chapter, I drew inspiration from this advice. Although I'm pretty sure I didn't use it in the way she wanted me to.

Okay,first of all, I noticed that I use a lot of questions marks in my chapters, so I'll try to cut down on that.

Second of all, I know that not every villain says the famous line about meddling, but it's a good segue.


Not a creature was stirring… Not even a Shaggy?

Based on the episode: What the Hex Is Going On?

Chapter Warnings: Old guyXYoung guy sex

Shaggy murmured as he rolled over in the plush feather bed he was currently sleeping in. Despite this being an old creepy house in the middle of nowhere, it was pretty cool in his book. In fact, Shaggy decided, bringing out his vacation destination book, he marked this house down as a spot for a later trip. His sleeping cap was getting in the way, so he threw it out of the bed, he'd pick it up in the morning. Scooby-doo was on guard so there wasn't even a reason to be scared… Oh yeah, except that in the morning if the treasure wasn't returned they'd all be turned into old, grey, and wrinkly. Shivering, Shaggy pulled the blanket at the foot of the bed up to his nose, and resumed his slumber. Just a few short hours later, Shaggy awoke from the dream it woke him up every time, the dream about Bluestone the Great, the identity of the Phantom, and the magician who gave him a "show" he wouldn't soon forget. Something was different this time though, he had gotten erections in his sleep before, but it felt like someone was touching him… Someone was touching him!

"W-What?" Shaggy sputtered out as he pushed the hands away from his waist and rolled over to face his midnight molester.

"I'm sorry my boy," an old craggy voice spoke up, "It's me Uncle Stuart," the old man admitted.

"Um..." Shaggy wasn't really sure how he felt about all this, he always had mixed feelings about these types of situations.

"Ever since my wife, Aunt Hilda, passed away I've been terribly lonely you see," Shaggy blinked. "This used to be our room, so there are quite a few good memories here..." Shaggy swallowed,

"Did she d-die here?" Uncle Stuart chuckled.

"Of course not my boy, she died of a heart attack in the hospital a few years back..." Shaggy felt bad for the old guy, as he was about to say 'Gee that's too bad, I'm sorry' like a normal person, he heard the grown man begin to cry. 'Whoa, what do I do?' Shaggy had never really had to deal with crying people before. "I'm sorry, I was just remembering some of my special times with my wife, and you were in here making those noises... I just couldn't stop myself," the man choked out. Shaggy patted the crying mans right shoulder under the sheets awkwardly. "You must think I'm just a perverted, old man," Stuart said while wiping his eyes. Shaggy did think he was a little strange, but reassured the man otherwise,

"Of course not, you were, like, lonely. I understand man, it's okay," Shaggy was startled as the man reached back down to the crotch of his pajamas.

"Thank you, m'boy. I'm glad you sympathize with me," Uncle Stuart said as he helped himself to the boys half erect member.

"Wha? Wait, like this isn't what I meant," Shaggy swallowed.

"Don't worry about it too much, it's natural for young men, such as yourself, to get excited from stimulation," the man continued to fondle Shaggy. Yeah, but doin' this with an old guy, like, that doesn't seem 'natural', man. But that thought was pretty much thrown away, much like his night cap, it was getting in the way. "Shaggy, here," Uncle Stuart said leading one of Shaggy's hands down to his own erection. Shaggy gasped at the contact between the two men, Uncle Stuart also had a hard-on. Shaggy tentatively moved his hand over the other man's penis; he had never touched another man before, not like this anyway. "If you're not sure, just do as I do," Uncle Stuart encouraged.

As the man worked Shaggy over, both of their motions became more intense.

"Wait... Nmh, I can't-" Shaggy spilled all over Stuart's hand and clothes. The older man smirked,

"Well, seems you came too early," Shaggy was panting through his afterglow, regaining his senses, he felt the hard rod still throbbing in his hand,

"Uh, like, sorry man… Um…" Shaggy was suddenly becoming very self-conscious of how awkward this was. The man just chuckled at Shaggy's staggering syllables.

"How about I show you something else, that'll be good for the both of us, hmm?" Uncle Stuart suggested. Shaggy felt a lump form in his throat at the mention of the word "show". Before he could object though, the man rolled over to face the wall. Ok… Like… Not what I was thinking… Shaggy heard a scraping noise, a mumbled noise from Uncle Stuart, then the scraping noise again. The aged man rolled back over to face his temporary companion, "Here we are a little ointment lubrication," Shaggy flinched as the man's hand moved between his thighs again. This time Shaggy resisted though and pushed the wandering hand away. "What's the matter my dear boy?" Uncle Stuart questioned the hesitant teen.

"Like… I don't like that…" Shaggy for a fact that he did like it, very much, but he wasn't ever going to tell anyone that.

"Now my boy, is it really fair to leave me like this? I scratched your back, now it's your turn to scratch mine, so to speak. I assure you I am very skilled in this area, my former wife, was quite particular on fore-play," explained the slightly impatient elder. Shaggy was still hesitant, but Uncle Stuart was right, he couldn't be unfair like that. Taking Shaggy's silence as consent the man continued his exploration of the younger boy's body. Tensing as the man came into contact with his anus, Shaggy let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in. "Just relax a little," the man tried to soothe him. Removing his hand, he popped the cap off the small container he was holding. There was little light to see what he was doing, Shaggy couldn't figure out what the bottle was for. Quickly positioning his now slick fingers back at the boy's entrance, Uncle Stuart circled Shaggy's sphincter, and began stroking the boy again, to get him to loosen up.

"Nnh…Uhn?" Shaggy was startled as the cold finger slipped inside him fairly easily.

"Ho, ho I see we've been experimenting," Uncle Stuart moaned as Shaggy tightened his grip on the man's cock.

"No, like, I wasn't- Zoinks!" the second finger seemed a bit much, but the way the man brushed up against his insides was different than before. Crap, like, it feels good man, and it's better than before. Shaggy was surprised at how much better it was.

Shaggy stood at full attention with three fingers inside of him, he could hardly contain himself. The hard breathing of Uncle Stuart was a sign that the older man had been able to get it up. Disconnecting himself from Shaggy for a moment, made the boy whimper at the loss of contact.

"Hold your leg up… yes like that," Uncle Stuart instructed. Although Shaggy did as the man said, he was still a little uneasy about all this. The man fumbled with something and pushed Shaggy's hand away from his member. Shaggy was a little confused, but Uncle Stuart explained,

"Condoms my boy, prevent disease, and make for a quick clean-up." Shaggy nodded even if he couldn't see it. Opening the flask again, he slicked down his covered appendage. Moving even closer to Shaggy, he pushed the head right up against the opening. Shaggy took in a quick breath which almost sounded like a hiss against his parched lips. "Keep breathing Shaggy," the man coached him. As Shaggy took a deep breath, the man pressed the tip inside. The adjoining gasps and groans that followed were short lived, however, as Shaggy spoke up,

"No, no more, it's like, too much man," Uncle Stuart gritted his teeth a little,

"You're still plenty tight…" Shaggy waited for the man to force it in farther, but it never came. Slowly, Shaggy relaxed and breathed at a steady pace, at which Uncle Stuart remarked,

"There we are m'boy, that's much better," only then did he slide in up to the hilt.

"Ah!" Shaggy made a slightly louder noise than before.

"Shush m'boy we mustn't be too loud now, lest we be discovered," the older man warned the younger boy. The pair's thrusting was followed by panting, grunting, and groaning. This too was brief, for they both were so close to the edge. The quiet cries of ecstasy went undetected by the others present in the house. While Shaggy basked in the warmth of their copulation, he drifted into a light slumber. When he awoke it was to the noise of Scooby-doo calling the gang to action.


"And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids, and your stupid mutt!" growled out a thoroughly netted Uncle Stuart. Sighing he looked at Shaggy for some sympathy, but there was none. Shaggy couldn't look at the elder man, after all it wasn't like the guy had cared at all so why should he?


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