Spirits, Scars and run-away cars
#2 of Loneliness, my darkest hour,an ancient and long forgotten power
If under 18/21 don't read..or at least don't get caught...
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The week seemed to take an age to pass...finally Thursday came again and Jon was ready. The day began like any other. Jon awoke at about 0625 and lay in his bed until about 0645. He got up and went about getting ready for school. The school day itself was as dull and boring as ever, finally it ended and He headed for home. Once home the usual routine commenced. Tonight though his shower was a bit different...He dug deeper than he had before...the shower was small about 3 foot square and he had to lean forward and crouch to open himself up enough. His face was inches from the clear plastic screen around the edge of the shower, as he dug deeper he began to gasp and pant heavily, his breath misting up the plastic. He finally hit the limit for tonight...his spit-slicked finger had run out of slickness and he began to feel pain. Jon sighed and withdrew his finger... as he did he noticed something. The tip was brown. He laughed at this...the first few times he had been a wimp and worn latex gloves and didn't use much spit to lube up...it hurt BADLY and the gloves where fairly brown when he withdrew...he was glad he hadn't let those earlier experiences put him off this, he just loved the feeling of something inserted into his ass so much it was beyond words. Jon turned and felt his member now half hard brush against the wall of the small shower. Taking his clean hand he stroked himself a few times. His member was rather warm and almost radiating heat. Jon sighed. It stood at about 5 and a half inches. As a kid he had been classed as big but now at 17...he knew he was average. Jon wondered if the magic might hold a few ways to fix this... Jon washed his hands and finished his shower. He got out and went into his room to get dried. Now you may wonder why Jon didn't paw in the shower...he had done this a few times but...One, if he took too long in the shower his parents would start thumping on the door telling him to hurry up even though there where 2 bathrooms...Two, he had not cleaned up well enough and there was a large splat on his ankle...he got stuck to his socks and didn't want the uncomfortable feeling of peeling them off after being stuck to him with spooge again.
In his room Jon got dried and dressed. He put on jeans and a blue T-shirt. He went to the kitchen and put a pizza in the oven. By the time it was done and He'd eaten his parents where just leaving for the meeting. Jon went into his room and got the books from under his bed. There he sat for the next hour reading the book and studying its text. The pages where littered with strange symbols and pieces of information. Jon found what he had been hunting for at last...the page was titled "Summoning the spirits" Jon read this page repeatedly learning all he could from it. The page spoke of a ritual that would summon the spirits and grant power to wield the dark abilities that Jon's ancestor once possessed. Jon decided to try it out. Following the books instructions Jon set up a ring of candles on the floor of the kitchen and drew a symbol from the book in chalk on the floor. The lights where dimmed and Jon stood in the ring. He began to breath slowly and deeply as he read aloud the incantation from the book...
"Spirits of this realm and that of the unseen,
Here my cries and come unto me,
Make your presence known and take rest in my body and in the plane in between,
Hear my pleas and let your power fill me,
I denounce the power of light,
I accept the power of the dark
I shun the sight of the followers of light,
Grant me the power to unto light i may lark..."
The incantation went on and as Jon carried on he felt something begin to happen. The room became colder and he heard a sound...it can only be described as a crowd of people running to one place all shouting and talking loudly. The sound grew closer and closer still, a dark cloud like object came into view and flew into Jon's stomach hard and fast. Jon yelled and fell on the floor still in the ring of candles. Clutching his side as he waited for it to end. Jon blacked out. He awoke to find it was about 10 minutes until his parents where due home. Standing up Jon noticed his stomach no longer ached and he lifted his shirt...On his stomach was a scar in the shape of the symbol he had drawn in chalk on the floor. But there was no time to spare, Jon quickly tidied up and put the candles away, wiped the chalk off the floor and put the books back under his bed. Just as he closed the drawer his parents returned home. Jon pretended nothing had happened and just sat on his computer until it was time to call it a night.
As Jon lay in his bed that night he wondered what he would be able to do with the abilities he was now ready to use. As he lay there he felt a familiar urge well up in him. Reaching down slowly he began to stroke himself. Once hard he supported the base with his right hand and used his left to pump the shaft. Tonight was one of the nights that for some reason he didn't understand he'd take a while to cum. Closing his eyes he liked the fact he could lose himself in his own world of pleasure and time would just fly-by. After a while he was hot,sweaty and panting and finally he felt his climax approach...eyes closed,head tilted back he let his load go. Had anyone been in the room or near it they would have heard a faint " ugg...ugg...ugg.." echoing as tonight he'd manage to do a decent job of his self-loving...but...there was still the 'problem'... Jon didn't know why but after he came he would often feel what could be described as a burning in his shaft. It went up the underside base-to-tip and lasted about 5 minutes. It felt like there was still something else wanting out but it just couldn't make it. Jon often wondered why this happened...he was still a virgin so he knew it couldn't be an STI. As the burning subsided Jon rolled onto his side and after lapping some spooge off his fingers, which he on occasion did just to see how the flavor changed depending on his diet, he let sleep take him and slept deeply that night.
The following morning Jon got up as usual for school. Things however would not be 'usual' today. As Jon was in the car heading for school they stopped at a set of traffic lights and Jon saw an old enemy walking past. It was hard to describe what Jon felt...it was like fire burned through him and he wanted to hunt down that person and make them pay for what they had done to him over the years. In the car the sun-visor was down and Jon saw it...his eyes...instead of being greenish/blueish they where amber and the pupils where dilated and burning red like a fire was behind them. Jon fought hard and suppressed the wrath burning in him. He avoided the person at school and did his best to remain calm during the course of the day. Jon decided that, that night after his parents had gone to bed he'd have a look and see what he could do now that he had awoken the spirits.
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Well theres part 2..please comment..good or bad either way it'll help me improve...