Another day at Shit-hole High. Fuck. "Oh well", I said to myself as I woke up. "Just one more year and then I get to join the Army and get away from this fucking town". At least in the Army, people will call me my last name instead of my gay-ass first name. Todd. Ugh. What were my parents smoking when they decided on that name? Or for that matter, when I was conceived? Ah, fuck it. It doesn't matter anyway; I still have the right number of appendages and brain cells. I just wish I were taller, even though I'm already six-foot-one, Six-foot-three if you count my combat boots I always wear.
I crawled out of bed at about 11:15 and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. "Well, at least in this school I get there at noon", I thought. I put my contacts in, scratched myself, and got in the shower with the heat all the way on. For some strange reason, I liked it scorching hot, and could tolerate heat well. Well, I was born in southern Texas. Go figure. I finished my shower, got out, and ate some fruit before went to put on my shorts and T-shirt to go jogging. It was a more than a little warm out, but tolerable. "At least it's not summer yet. Only in Tucson is it this hot this early in the year. Fucking shit-hole", I said while I did my stretches on the porch. As soon as I was warmed up, I took off at a pretty fast pace. I just let my mind go and enjoyed the feel of the road under my feet. It was about the only enjoyment I got anymore. Not that there's anything wrong with my life, except it's just so damn boring! I still surfed on the Internet, and rode around on my bike and shit, but it felt so dull and boring that I thought my brains would start leaking out my ears if I didn't do something.
I headed towards the dirt road I know on State land. The gate was locked, even though it shouldn't be. That was weird, there's usually just a chain around the gate and post, and no lock. "Fuck it", I said, and hopped the gate. I started jogging again and noticed weird tire tracks on the ground. "That's weird, looks like a big-ass truck came through here", I thought. Not many people come out here, just people with horses and ATV's came here. "Whatever", I thought; probably some fucking snowbird came down this road to "camp" or their semblance of it, with RV's and satellite dishes. He won't have any luck though, there's not one good spot for someone with that big a vehicle. I just kept on running, thinking about how much I disliked snowbirds, when everything thing went black.
What. The. Fuck. Everything around me was weird, like I was back in the Middle Ages. I was in a huge room, and the walls were covered in colorful tapestries. But the main thing I was focused on was the being sitting on an enormous throne. I call it a being because it couldn't be called a woman. She was too perfect for that, too heavenly, too awe-inspiring. She wasn't menacing or frightening, but sort of radiated a sense of peace, and strength, and a sort of loving energy. I felt comforted and at ease just looking at her and being in her presence. Then she spoke. "Greetings newborn. I suppose you'll want to know what brought you here", she said. "Uh, O-Okay, sure", I stammered, stunned by this creatures beauty.
"I am Kale, and an event on Earth brought you to me. I do not know what it was, but I do know it awakened your deeper spirit. Your internal power, so to speak. Not very many humans have awakened theirs, but those who do are blessed beyond words, because those who have become that likened to gods. You have awakened yours. You are very lucky human. But the magic is not easily controlled, so you must practice using it, and in small measures until you are experienced enough to use it fully without destroying yourself. Do you understand?" I was blown away; all I could manage was a nod. "Good. Now, first: You can use your magic by focusing on something you wish to happen, such as levitate a rock, or make a person forget something. You have control over the elements, so you may start fires, bring lighting from the heavens, or summon magma from the depths of the earth. Second: as you become more experienced, you can use your magic just by willing it. Third: Your magic has limitless potential, so do not fail to explore its various uses. Now human, you have a good enough idea of your gift to begin the basic use your magic, but should you have any questions, will yourself to this place, and I will aid however I can. But do not make a habit of it, as I have little time to waste. Farewell human, and use your gift wisely.
I slowly opened my eyes, but it was bright so I quickly squeezed them shut. I opened my eyes again, but only a tiny bit, so they were slits on my face. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed I was surrounded by a curtain. "What the hell is this?" I whispered to myself. I looked around more and realized I was on a hospital bed. Oh. Fuck. No mater what, that's never a good sign. I called out "Hello, is anyone there?" No answer, I felt around my bed, and found the call-button. I pressed it, and almost immediately the room was filled with people. The curtain was jerked back and I saw about ten people, mixed doctors and nurses. "Holy shit" I thought. " They didn't expect me to be awake right now, just look at how excited they are. Man that's not good." One of the doctors stopped talking to the others and said "How do you feel Mr. Berenson? Are you alright?" I said to him "Yeah, I'm fine. What happened to me?"
The other people all went silent and there was a long pause. The first doctor told the others that maybe they should leave for a moment. He then turned to me and sat down on the edge of my bed. "Well, to put it bluntly, you have been in a coma for over 5 weeks now, and we expected you to remain so for a good deal longer. You kind of shocked us all by coming out now," he said. I didn't speak for a while; I was still processing that information. "Why was I in a coma?" I asked. He answered, "Well, that's really interesting, you see. It seems the U.S. Army was doing a training exercise out in the desert you were running in, and about 300 yards away from you, there was an accidental weapons discharge, which by amazingly bad luck struck you in the back of your head. Fortunately, It didn't kill, you. Now, you did lose a lot of blood, but an army medic took care of that when they found you, and got you stabilized. By the time they got you here, you were already in a coma, and we couldn't do anything but put you on life support. You're lucky to be alive, son."
I just sat and stared for a long time, and after a while the doctor excused himself, and left me to my thoughts. Wow. I should be dead now. I sat there thinking thoughts along a similar train of thought, when my family burst in. I jumped, but was soon crying and hugging my Mom and Dad. My mom kept saying how worried she was and how happy she was that I was awake again. My dad wasn't really saying anything, but I knew he was just letting mom talk for both of them. I pulled my little brother up onto my bed, and he said "Ah man, now I don't get your stereo." I said, "Yeah, but I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you. I need a new one anyway." They stayed for a little while longer, but had to go when visiting hours were over. I was left alone again, and soon a nurse came in and removed all the equipment and bedpans and stuff out of the room. She came back with my meal, and asked if I needed anything else, but left before I could answer. I sighed and started thinking about stuff, like how I was going to catch up in school, and what happened with my friends. Then I remembered Kale. Could that have really happened? Nah. Couldn't have. Could it? I decided to give it a rest and think about it later. I ate my (extremely bad) meal, and went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to the nurse with a tray of more of that shitty food. Man, I thought, I would kill for a Big Mac. Then all of a sudden, the nurse left with the tray. Where the fuck did she go, I wondered. About half an hour later, she came back with a McDonalds bag. She said "I figured you would like this better than the hospital food for your first breakfast since you came out. I looked in the sack and found (to my total amazement) a Big Mac and fries. She set a Coke on the bedside table and left.
No. Fucking. Way. No way that dream was real. But what about the Big Mac? I decided to test it. Didn't Kale say I could make people forget things? That seemed like a perfect test. And I knew just who to test on. The nurse. She wasn't at all bad looking, I'd rate her a B face, and an A- body. Not bad at all. She had what appeared to be D cups, and a great ass. I pressed the call button, and when she came in I said "Hey, I haven't gotten head in 5 weeks, care to help me out?" I'd just meant to piss her off and make her forget, but then she came over, lifted my patients robe, and started stroking my dick. My mouth dropped open and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. HOLY SHIT! I just meant to make her forget that! What the fuck is happening? Maybe that dream was real after all. By now my dick was hard as iron, and she lowered her head to my crotch. She took just the head in her mouth, and sucked on it while she flicked it with her tongue and pumped my shaft with both hands. Goddamn, but if that isn't the best head I've ever had, may I be struck dead right now. And she was just starting too! She kept pumping my shaft, and started going lower and lower with her mouth, until I hit the back of her throat. I thought she was going to stop there, but she kept going until my entire cock was buried to the hilt down her throat. Then she surprised me even more than I already was. She squeezed her throat muscles on my dick, and kept clenching and unclenching them for a while, and then started moving her head up my dick slowly, until she was back at the tip. She cupped my balls and started moving her head up and down slowly, until she was slipping my cock in and out of her throat faster and faster, until I couldn't take any more. I grabbed her head when I felt my balls tightening and sent spurt after spurt of cum down her throat and in her mouth, until it overflowed out onto my lap. She lapped up what spilled out, and she proceeded to give my cock and balls a good tongue bath.
I took a moment to recover, and remembered the memory thing. I focused really hard, and then asked her what she just did. She said "You rang the buzzer, so I came in here." I think I'm going to enjoy this a lot. "I forgot why I called, sorry. Maybe I'll remember later" I said, and waved her away. Yeah, I'll definitely enjoy this.
Thanks for reading my stuff, tell me what you think please! I really appreciate feedback, and if I don't get any, it means you don't want me to keep writing. I plan to make this an action story too. If you haven't read any, go check out Pretender to the Throne, Gabriel, CAMP, and Marcus' Power. Well, that's about it for now, later.
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