Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 03:37:02 -0500
From: Jashua Glynn <joshuaglynn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gifted  (Chapter 0 Introduction: Moving)

You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like
sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely
fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all
rights bla bla bla!

This story is about a 15/yo boy struggling with the gifts that he
possesses, and try to find out where he fits in a modern day society.

This is my first story so I hope you like it. This one's a little back
story to set up the main story.  Feed back is gold

Gifted

Chapter 0 Introduction: Moving

      They say we only use 10% of our brain capacity, and that we could
ever tap into the other 90% we could do wondrous things. My family on my
father's side however, doesn't have that problem. We have taped into at
least another 10% or 20%.  Since before I was born, I have been able to
feel my parents around me. I felt their love, the longing for me to arrive,
but also a fear from my father that was distant, but there none the less. I
didn't under stand it, I didn't understand anything that early in life, but
I do remember it.

      You see, among other things, I was gifted with an eidetic memory
unlike any other, except my dad and his dad and so on. My father was afraid
of that, and had hoped it would skip me. My father's family has had a
number of gifts for as long as we can remember, going all the way back to
the dark ages, and then some. My father suspected a couple of months before
I was born that I had it, but he wasn't sure until after I was born.

      Because of my awareness I didn't really cry a lot after I was born.
About the only time I would cry was when I got hurt or something, but I
didn't cry if wanted something.  If I was hungry I projected the food I
wanted, my mom was freaked out the first time I did that to her, but dad
knew it was coming. I couldn't speak in there minds, but I could send
images, and feelings. However I was fully talking in sentences by the time
was 14 months old. I would pick up on the meanings of the words they were
using, and eventually figured out how the words fit into place. I really
freaked mom out when I said "mommy" after only 2 months.

      The real spearhead of my development was my father. He knew exactly
where I was coming from, because he had went thought the same thing when he
grew up.  He was able to help me to shut it off when I wanted to be alone,
which wasn't very often when I was young. He thought me how to block other
people out, mainly him, and how to keep my thoughts to myself too.

      I started school when I was 4. School was a blessing and a curse. On
one hand I made straight A's. I could see the complex formulas and rules
and why they worked and how they worked straight from the teachers mind,
the way he/she understood them. It was a breeze! On the other hand, I had
to deal with hundreds of other students.  Which isn't so bad, it was
worse1st through about 5th. Most of the time unless I pry, and dad taught
me to never do that because it was an invasion, I only got snippets of
thought.  You see, the only time someone broadcasts their thoughts is when
it is tied to emotion. A bully pissed off at some one, a happy couple
talking in the courtyard, the whole class when there taking a test! On
those days I have to close off just to concentrate. I could have easily
skipped several grades and been in college now, but my dad wanted me to
have an ordinary child (well as ordinary as I could).

      My name is Josh. I'm now 15 years old, a freshman. I'm 5'10", 115
lbs, I don't have any fat on me and my muscles are developing nicely. I
just started working out last year, but I don't want to "bulk up", I like a
nice tone body. I think I look pretty good, and so do most of the girls I
walk past. I have ice blue eyes and shoulder length light brown hair. I
have two younger sisters, Adria 12 and Kim 8, and a baby brother, Danny 13
months. The gifts seem to only pass through the males in my family, but it
has passed Danny. Boy did it pass on Danny; he is the fussiest, loudest kid
I think I've ever seen.  Mom gets upset at the fact that me and dad can
calm him down in a few seconds, and we always know what he wants when he
cries. It was like that with my sisters too. The rest of the family is OK
with mine and our father's gifts. The girls have grown up with it and mom,
although a bit annoyed at us at times, accepted it before she married my
father.

      We just moved to a new town. I had a major girl problem back home, to
the point dad decided to move. Dad is a lawyer, a pretty good one too. As
you can imagine he has a little bit of an unfair advantage. But he knows
how far to push as to not give away his secret. He has never lost a case in
17 years.  His boss had a good friend who ran a law firm in Charleston,
South Carolina. After a call and an interview dad got the job with ease and
here we are in Goose Creek, funny name right.

      Anyway, the reason we had to move started at the beginning of the
school year.  We had only been going to school for 6 weeks, and it was a
Monday morning. I had a good number of friends that I hung out with, but I
usually kept to myself most of the time, it's easier to study with out all
the other random thoughts. Everybody generally came to school an hour early
and just hung out. It was like a pre-period to school to relax and be with
friends. I was talking to John and Willy, two friends of mine, about how
much of an idiot one of our teachers is, all of a sudden a terrible pain
shot out from the other side of school.

      <It can't be!!! I don't understand!!! Why!!> Over and over again, in
between sobs. It was a girl's mind that was screaming. I could here it from
all the way across the school.

      I excused myself from my friends, giving some lame excuse, and went
to see what the problem was. I found her under the north staircase. It was
Jessica Maynard, the most beautiful girl in the 11th grade. Long blond
hair, beautiful green eyes, a fabulous figure, and a rack that was just big
enough to strain fabric. I had passed by her many times in the hall on my
way to my AP classes. She always smiled at me, and I got the distinct
impression that given the right situation she would love to get to know me.
But, upper classmen very rarely ever got to know underclassmen unless it
was at a party or some thing more social than just at school. Not to
mention that everybody knew that she was dating the captain of the swim
team, James Mason.

      Well she was sitting on the floor on her knees, with her arms folded
loosely around her stomach. And although she was trying her hardest to not
seem upset, it was all over her body language and her face, not to mention
her thoughts getting louder as I got closer. I also realized that anger was
mixed in with the pain. I walked up to her, pushing calming emotion towards
here.

      "Hey, Jessica, What's up? You OK?"

      She looked up, shocked, as she recognizing me, "Y...Your Joshua
r...right?" Her mood immediately changed, almost embarrassment. I'm not
sure if it was from being caught on the verge of tears, or from my
presence.

      I smiled, "My mother calls me Joshua, my friends call me, Josh"

      That really got her blushing. <OMG, I can't believe I'm...> I got
with a rush of joy from her, and then she leapt up and attacked me. Hugging
me as if we had been best friends for years and she laid her head on my
shoulder and began to weep openly. As she cried, the sadness came crashing
back but not nearly as bad, thanks to my, still exuding, calming. <I can't
believe it, like a knight in shinning armor>. After about a minute of sobs
her emotions finally came into check.

      Still sobbing, although I know there is no more need for it, "James
just broke up with me. I'm not sure why but I feel completely safe in your
arms right now." At first I wasn't sure what was going on, her emotions
were just all over the place a few minutes ago and now she calm but still
sobbing. She was putting up an act for me and I wasn't sure why.

      Then it all became very clear. I felt it moments before she pressed
her lips to mine. The wonton lust seeping into my head from her was
intoxicating.

      "I've been wanting you since the first time I laid eyes on you!"  she
whispered in my ear. I don't know why but she had chosen her replacement
boyfriend, in less than 30 minutes. I had been out with a couple of girls
before, but I had never had a girlfriend. I had never felt this kind of
emotional strength from anyone before. The rest of that day was a complete
blur to me now, but I know that I did not remain in school that day.

      We ended up at her house. No one was home, and we ran to her room. I
remember her throwing me up against the wall, and practically ripping my
clothes off.  I had never been so hard in all of my life. When she undid my
belt, and flung open the zipper on my jeans. I heard her moan as she saw
the tent in my boxers. She thumbed my boxers and oooed as my ridged 8 and a
half inch prick practically slapped her in the face. (I was rather proud of
my size and I was thick enough that I can't even touch my finger tips with
a full grip on it. I was the biggest in the lockeroom.) I could do nothing
but just stand there and let it happen. The feral lust exuding from her was
unlike anything I had ever felt. I was mesmerized as I felt the first set
of lips to ever engulf my engorged member. I was in heaven. I reached out
and grabbed her hair, and massaged her head as she was taking me down the
back of her throat. She had done this before!

      Suddenly, she was off my cock, and had come back up to my face,
throwing her lips and then her tongue at my mouth. I noticed as she was
coming up that her clothes had come off some were in between sucking my
dick. Her bare breasts were now firmly pressed against my chest. I couldn't
believe this was happening. Only in my wildest fantasies had ever thought I
would be doing this. A part of me was saying this was wrong, too fast and
too sudden, but the animal in me, or maybe it was in her, was in charge
now. The next thing I knew she had wrapped first one leg then the other
around my waist, her feet crossed on top of my ass. I felt her hand on my
dick as some thing moist and warm engulfed my straining member. <oh my God,
he's big.> My hands reached around her and grabbed her ample ass.

      As she began to bounce, I dig into her checks and started my own
thrusting. <Oh my, He feels so good, much better than...> We were going so
hard my nuts were slapping hard against her ass. <Wow, He's going to make
me come on the first try!> She was moaning at a high pitch. <He's so hot!
Oh my God! I'm o fire!> I was grunting, with every fiber of my being on
tingling to the sensation. I was in such bliss.  And so was she.  <I
finally hit the jackpot with this one.> " Oh Josh!" I now know why my mom
and dad were having sex so much. I could feel every single thrust both from
myself and from her.  <So Good!> Her thoughts were spurring me on. I could
feel the orgasm building in her. It was weird, I had beat off many times
and knew how my orgasm felt. But I was feeling her orgasm building and it
started mine building. <Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!> "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
A bit of curiosity hit me then and I opened up a link to her so she could
feel my feelings too. <...FUCK>Her eyes shot open at the new sensation,
staring at me with a look of total rapture.

      "Oh Fuck!" I heard us say in unison. But that wasn't all, we breathed
in unison panted in unison, and moaned in unison. Somehow I had linked us
in a way that we were one person feeling both, speaking as both, coming as
one!

      We came so hard, at the same time, that my knees buckled and we slid
down the wall to the floor. I remained firmly in her, neither of us moving,
as the mutual sensations flushed through us. We had our heads on each
others shoulders, tears streaming down our faces as the most powerful
orgasm of either of our lives washed over us from head to toe.  No part of
us was not tingling.

      The next thing I remember I opened my eyes to see her still lying
against me, her head on my shoulders. I'm still in her and surprisingly
half hard. She was snoring lightly, her breathing shallow.

      "Jessica!" I whispered as I ran my fingers on her delicate back.

      She began to stir, "Mmm...Hi, stud." As she pulled back her head and
smiled

      "You were pretty damn hot you're self"

      "Ha...that was the most awesome fuck I've ever had. Where did you
learn that technique you used that at the end?"

      Oh my God I had forgotten what I had done. I can't believe in my
wonton state, I had invaded her mind. Luckily she thinks it was some
positional thing I did.  Thank god! I almost broke the #1 rule, and for
what? A little roll in the hay?

      "Uhh...It's a trade family secret, passed from father to son." I said
with a smile in my best oriental accent.

      She smiled a devilish smile and bounced once on my softening dick,
however that changed things. Now I was growing in earnest, filling her up
once again. She fained a surprised look on her face, and bounced once
again. This time I meet her with a thrust of my own.

      We fucked for the next three hours straight! She was a little
disappointed that I didn't give her the Super-O. I said I could only do it
the first time. She came every time though, with out fail, and I know from
her reactions and thoughts that that had never happened to her before. 4
out of 4 and a Super-O. I was damn proud of myself I was a stud and I knew
it, even though I had an advantage that few had in that situation

      It was getting late about 4 o'clock and her mother would be home in
an hour. She said she wanted to talk about us, but our time was running out
so she asked if we could meet early the next morning to talk. I was in a
state euphoria from losing my virginity in the most spectacular way
imaginable, so I said sure. I took a quick shower to clean all the sex off
of me, and left.

      The walk home was aggravating to say the least. The events of the day
slowly started to settle and the absurdity of it was starting to piss me
off. How could I have allowed a girl, as beautiful as she may be, to seduce
me like that? She had manipulated me. I didn't want a relation ship to
start like that. I had blown off school, I'm sure mom and dad would get a
call about that. What was I going to tell them? On one hand the day was any
15 year old's dream come true. On the other hand I not only had sex with a
girl I hardly knew, multiple times, but I did it with out any
protection. I'm smarter than this!

      I decided that I would play it cool. If my parents did get a call,
how could they begrudge there son one missed day of school in 9 years? They
will probably be glad I'm doing something normal for a change. I was
defiantly breaking it off with Jessica tomorrow.

      Well long story short, too late right, she didn't like the fact that
I didn't want to continue the relationship, and began stalking me. I
finally told dad of my exploits, without all the detail, with Jessica and
how her emotions overpowered me. He also helped me learn how to shut out
strong emotions so that won't happen again.  He also admonished me for the
unprotected sex, but that he understood that I didn't exactly have any
control over the ordeal. And we agreed that mom shouldn't know about this,
just one of many thing that me and dad kept as personal secrets.

      Her stalking got so bad she started coming over to the house to
"talk" to me. The last straw was when she threatened my youngest sister one
day when she dropped by.  Dad started looking for work elsewhere, and we
moved to South Carolina. None of us kids liked the idea of moving in the
middle of the term, but everyone wanted to get away from psycho-bitch. My
sisters, although they didn't know the sex part of it, still knew that the
move had something to do with me and my screw up. They were not happy with
me at all right now.



End chapter 0

Next chapter: A New Start

Thanks for reading, this was my first attempt at a story but it is a good
one, I think. I apologize now for grammar mistakes or spelling error. I am
the writer and editor and miss thing from time to time. The next chapter
should be interesting. Josh will meet new friends and unexpected new
relationships may arise... comments are more than welcome.  I like to how
I'm doing. JoshuaGlynn@hotmail.com