Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2016 08:11:30 -0400
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: Natural Awakening - Chapter 3

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Natural Awakening -- Chapter 3: Magical Football Practice


My eyes slowly fluttered open and the image of my dark room came into view.
So many thoughts swirled through my head, it was enough to make me dizzy.
The only source of light in the room was faint moonlight seeping through
the blinds of the window. Sitting up slowly on the side of the bed, I
rubbed my eyes then glanced to the clock on the bedside table. I was
surprised to see that it was two in the morning.

I thought back to the dream, or vision, or projection, or whatever it was
that I had just had, and let out a deep sigh. The man had said that
everything was real, and in all honesty, it all felt quite real. I slowly
stood and walked to the window then raised the blinds before opening the
window. It was a clear night, and looking out into the night sky, it was as
if I was seeing the world for the first time. Too many stars to count
glistened brightly in the sky, creating a majestic backdrop for the moon as
it radiated its gentle light. With the window open there was a gentle
breeze fluttering into my room. The wind was cool and crisp, hinting of the
approaching autumn. As the wind danced across my face, I felt it accentuate
wet streaks that had made their way down my cheeks. I hadn't even realized
that I had been crying.

So much about the world and my life had changed over the last few hours
while I slept. This ability that I have is actually magic. The fact that
magic exists in the world was quite a revelation on its own, but that
wasn't causing the tears. Somewhere out there, I had another family, and
they hadn't forgotten about me. I'm not sure how I knew, but I was certain
that the man was my father. What could have happened that separated us, why
couldn't he come find me? There were so many questions that were left
unanswered after our conversation. He said it was for my protection, which
sounded ominous. He said that we had enemies, who were looking for me. What
would they want with some sixteen-year-old guy who just goes to school,
plays some football, and hangs with a few dumbass friends? What could be so
special about me?

I pulled the chair from my desk to the window and sat down, continuing to
stare out into the night sky, just thinking. I don't know how long I had
been sitting there, but in seemingly no time at all, an orange glow
appeared on the horizon, which was quickly joined by hues of yellow and
red. Before long the sky began to lighten, and the blanket of stars began
to fade. It was the dawn of what for most people, would just be another
day, but for me, it was so much more than that.

I could still feel the magical power within me. It wasn't a flicker any
more, it was a solid flame that was just waiting to be allowed to grow in
to a roaring fire. It was as if I could feel the vast potential that my
powers had if I could properly harness them. In order to do that, I would
need to practice, but how? I needed to find someplace private where I
wouldn't be interrupted, and where if anything got damaged, it wouldn't be
a big deal. Location was only one part of the problem, time was also a
factor. Football camp was only a day away, and I would be hard pressed to
find much time or energy to put into developing my skills with magic. There
was one other small detail to think about, and by small, I mean gigantic. I
didn't have a teacher.

Anything I did to practice or to learn more about my powers would simply be
a result of me bumbling through trial and error. It wasn't like I could put
an add out there for a teacher either. Can you imagine putting up a flyer
looking for an experienced magic user to tutor a young, inexperienced boy
who has recently discovered his powers? All I could do was keep working on
my own, carefully, and hope that I could learn more from the man in my
visions, my father.

The day passed by uneventfully. I went for my morning jog, played some
video games with the guys, and was planning on going to bed early with
practice the next morning.

Monday morning, I awoke to the alarm of my cell phone sounding. Unlike the
previous week, there were no early rays of sunshine filtering through my
blinds. Coach should know that it is cruel and unusual punishment to make a
teenager get up before the sun has even started to peek over the horizon.
That wasn't going to stop me though, and to be honest I was actually
excited about starting football camp.

I climbed out of bed wearing just my boxers, and let my morning wood lead
me to the bathroom. I started the shower so the water would have a chance
to warm up, then proceeded to empty my bladder. Finishing up, I slid my
boxers down and climbed into the shower. I stood under the stream of water,
enjoying the sensation and warmth of the water cascading down my fit body.
I began soaping myself up, using my hands to spread suds over all over. I
started with my chest and arms, then caressed my abs until they too were
covered in the fragrant soap. My hand travelled further south, and I
started to soap my still half hard dick and balls. I had been very
preoccupied with magic and my dreams that apparently weren't dreams, and
hadn't really taken care of myself. My dick was quickly hardening as I
began sliding my soapy hand up and down its seven-inch length.

Closing my eyes, I let out a small moan as for the first time, a clear
image presented itself in my mind. I could see two oceans of blue that were
his eyes, his dark brown hair neatly trimmed, and his perfect bright white
smile. I began stroking faster as I imagined what his tall lanky body may
look like. I had never considered if I was gay or straight. As I said, I
hadn't ever had thoughts like this about anyone else before, but I was
infatuated. I continued to stroke as I imagined myself caressing his face,
before slowly leaning in and gently placing my lips on his for a magical
kiss. I tried to imagine what kissing him would feel like. Was there such a
thing as a magical kiss since I now knew that magic existed? All too soon I
was nearing climax.

"Oh God! Mmm Alex!" I moaned as I blasted shot after shot of my thick, hot,
teenage cum all over the wall of my shower. It was an intense orgasm,
having something to focus on for the first time, compared to just touching
it simply for pleasure. I cleaned up the mess I made and finished washing
before climbing out of the shower and toweling myself off.

I quickly dressed in clothes that would be suitable for a full day of
football practice. Compression boxers, basketball shorts, and a t-shirt.
Though I knew that once it warmed up, the shirt would be off. I opted to
eat lightly with only a granola bar, as, if this camp was anything like the
JV camp last year, the coach would really kick our asses today to see who
had been preparing. My phone went off with a text message from Zach letting
me know he was outside. I typed a quick reply letting him know I'd be right
out.

"Bye Mom." I said, heading for the door.

"Have fun Honey!" she replied, taking a sip from her coffee mug, still
dressed in her pajamas.

Closing the door behind me I quickly climbed into the front seat of Zach's
SUV. The back seat sat vacant surprisingly. I buckled up as Zach started
backing out of the driveway.

"The other guys riding with Grant?" I asked.

"Yeah. I bet they are late." Zach said with a chuckle.

I just nodded in agreement. Even though I didn't consider myself a morning
person, I could get moving pretty easily really, and Zach was about the
same. The other three though... Not so much. If they made it to practice on
time the first day, they would look like zombies straight out of The
Walking Dead, in which case the coach would kick their asses. If they were
late, which was much more likely, the coach would kick their asses a bit
more than in the first scenario.

Arriving at school just as the first rays of sun appeared on the horizon,
there were only a few cars in the parking lot. Grant's wasn't one of them.
Zach and I grabbed our things we would need for practice and headed for the
locker room. Walking into the locker room with about fifteen minutes to
spare, it looked like only about half of the team had arrived so far. Coach
was in his early forties, and his hair was beginning to show signs of
graying. He had had a successful career in college football, and had even
been drafted into the pros. In his first season of pro football, he
suffered a tragic career ending injury. Even though he couldn't play any
more, he certainly knew his stuff, and was a great coach with a great
record. We just called him Coach, but to the other students, he was Mr.
Thomas.

Coach was sitting in his office, rocking back and forth on his computer
chair with a surly look on his face as he kept eyeing the clock. This
really didn't bode well for any of us, but especially for anyone who was
late. He ran a tight ship and had warned everyone not to be late. With only
a couple of minutes to spare, the rest of the team shuffled in, with the
exception of my three friends. I couldn't help but to laugh and groan to
myself. It was funny because they were my friends but at the same time,
they were going to pay for being late.

"Cutting it a bit close aren't we gentlemen?" The coach said, now standing
in the doorway to his office. "Parker! Where are your three idiot friends?
I have half a mind to cut them right now!"

"I don't know Coach. We talked yesterday, and they knew what time to be
here. Maybe Grant had car trouble."

"Well, they'd better have a good excuse, or they will be running `till they
puke!" Coach said with malevolence. "Everyone grab a seat."

The locker room was situated in a big U with the coach's office at the open
end. There were wooden benches in front of all the lockers. Of course it
had the standard locker room smell. Sweaty, musty, teenage boy smell. The
locker room was illuminated by fluorescent lights that were protected by
wire cages. If you were looking at the coach's office, off to the right was
the restroom and shower area. The showers consisted of four circular pylons
with showerheads situated around each of them. Needless to say, there
wasn't much personal space in the showers. You would be up close and
personal with your teammates while you showered.

"Welcome to the first day of football camp gentlemen." the coach stated. "I
hope you have been preparing yourselves for this, because we are going to
work hard. Like today, for the rest of the week, you will show up here at
5:30. We will start with some stretching and easy calisthenics. We will
alternate between strength training in the weight room and cardio out on
the field each day. As there isn't enough room in the gym for everyone,
offense and defense will each do one or the other daily. Special teams will
be with offence. After that we will..."

The coach cut himself off as the locker room door opened, and in walked
Grant, Mike, and Nick. Mike had a breakfast sandwich in his hand from a
local fast food joint that was half eaten. Seeing that, I really felt sorry
for him at least. I didn't know if the other two had eaten or not.

"How nice of you to join us. Maybe you should apologize to your teammates
who were dedicated enough to be here on time, your teammates who you have
disrespected by walking in so nonchalantly when you are more than ten
minutes late now." Coach said.

"Sorry." The three mumbled in unison, still a bit groggy from the sound of
it.

"Sorry Coach." Mike said.

"You don't need to apologize to me son. You guys are a team and will do
everything together this week to help build a sense of unity. That includes
your punishment for being late."

There was a collective groan in the locker room, with some unhappy looks
directed not to the coach, but to the three who had been late. I wasn't
particularly thrilled, but I figured it was going to happen, and after
today, they sure as hell wouldn't be late again. Peer pressure can be a
powerful thing.

"Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Coach continued,
"After your strength training or cardio, you will move into skills
development where the other coaches will work with you to improve for your
position. Don't be surprised if you get moved around once or twice to other
positions so we can see everyone's strengths and weaknesses. During the
week you will be evaluated by the coaches, and cuts will be made throughout
the week if you just aren't up to snuff. We will also be scrimmaging daily
to work on different plays and formations. The harder you work this week,
the more thankful you will be later in the season. At the end of the week,
the coaches will decide who is fist string, second string, and who your
team captains will be. Everything you do this week will be scrutinized, and
I mean everything, so you better have your acts together."

"Okay guys, you've got five minutes to get your crap together and be out on
the field for warm ups." One of the assistance coaches said.

The locker room was suddenly a flurry of activity as everyone quickly got
to their feet and started getting everything they needed together. Some
guys hadn't come dressed to get started right away, so they quickly
stripped down and changed clothes. I could appreciate the fit bodies as the
guys hurried to change. Their defined pecks and abs. V's disappearing into
the waistband of their underwear. Some of the guys had hair on their chest,
some only had happy trails, others appeared to be completely hairless other
than their arm pits. Many of them wore compression boxers that hugged their
packages nicely, not leaving a great deal to the imagination, not that it
would matter. I'd see everything they had to offer in the showers at some
point or another.

I didn't have time to stop and gawk at everyone. There was a bit of a hike
from the locker room to the field. I exited the locker room with my friends
in tow, and we headed to the field at a quick walk. Arriving at the
stadium, we walked on to the field. Even though Citrus Hills was a fairly
new school in an upper middle class neighborhood, we didn't have an
artificial turf field. The grass on the field was well kept, and was a lush
green, which in my opinion was more impressive than turf.

The morning sunlight had grown much brighter while we were in the locker
room, with the sun now plainly visible in the sky, and only a faint trace
of the moon still present. Morning dew stuck to the blades of grass,
causing the field to reflect the sun's light, creating an illusion that the
field was glowing. There was a light breeze that was cool, and caused my
skin to tingle.

The team started off with an easy jog up and down the length of the
football field to help wake up our bodies and get the blood flowing.
Afterward we spent a fair amount of time stretching before the real `fun'
started. Zach and I were on offence, him being a tight end, and me being a
receiver. Our other three friends played on defense.

"Okay guys. Per Coach Thomas, thanks to the tardy trio, defense will start
with cardio today, and offense will hit the gym. I hope you guys like
stadiums, because that's what's on tap for your morning defense." One of
the assistant coaches said.

If you haven't heard of stadiums, let me explain the torture that they are.
The football field has a track around it that could be used for running
laps. With stadiums you did laps around the field but you didn't use the
track, you used the bleachers. You would run up the steps on the bleachers,
run over the the next set of steps and run down the steps, before running
to the next set of steps and running up the steps. You would do this for
the entire set of bleachers, up and down, up and down, then run around the
end of the track to the other side of the stadium to the other bleachers
and repeat the entire process. The coaches could have you run several laps
of stadiums. Imagine a stair climber at running pace, then hopping on a
treadmill for a tenth of a mile before jumping back on the stair climber
again. It was grueling to say the least, and I had a feeling that the
defense was in for it big time.

While I felt bad for the guys on defense, the offense had our own work cut
out for us lifting weights in the gym. I was fit without a doubt, but
lifting weights wasn't one of my favorite activities. We did a couple
circuits around the gym at a lower weight, then the coach had us do some
max weight to push our limits.

I stepped up to the weight bench, preparing to bench press more than I had
ever even attempted to lift before. I was a little worried about being able
to safely lift it. Lying down I took a deep breath and got my hands in
place. Exhaling, I started to lift the bar. Lowering the bar to my chest, I
knew there was going to be a problem, it was too much weight. My arms began
to shake with the strain, you could see my veins bulging. Right when I was
about to lose control of the bar, I could feel my powers kick in. I don't
know if it was instinct or exactly what it was, but I could feel energy
surge into my arms. Suddenly, the bar felt as light as a feather. I could
have lifted it with a single finger. I had to be careful, everyone else was
watching. I couldn't let on that anything had changed. I made a show of
straining and pushing really hard to get the bar back up on the rack. I
stood up, huffing and puffing like I had really been trying hard.

"Way to push through Parker." The coach complimented. "I'm impressed."

"Thanks coach."

Next up was Zach, and I spotted him as he too strained to lift the weight.
Right as he started to lift the weight back up, his arms gave out and
luckily I was able to stop it before it hit his chest. I instantly felt the
power return to my arms, and I effortlessly lifted the bar back to the rack.

"You okay Zach?" I asked.

"I'll be okay. I may have pulled something."

"Grab some ice." The coach said.

The rest of our time in the gym passed by fairly quickly and we found
ourselves back on the field for some work on skills. My first drill was
running some ladders while catching the ball, then they had me practice
running different routes, and we finished up the skills session with a few
ball handling drills. Usually, this would have been pretty hard work, but
ever since lifting the weights in the gym, energy had been coursing through
my body. Everything I did just felt so easy. I was faster, stronger. I had
to be careful not to get carried away, I could have easily done more.

After working on skills, it was time to take a break for lunch. I had
brought a sandwich and an apple, trying to keep it light. Zach had also
brought his lunch, but most of the team headed to the shopping center
across the street to buy lunch at a burger joint, even though we had a
scrimmage after the break.

"Park, man, what the hell has gotten into you today? You have been on
fire!" Zach said as he took a drink of water.

"I don't know Zach. I've been working hard all summer to be ready for this.
I just feel really good."

"Well, if the scrimmage goes like the rest of practice has gone today,
we'll be in for quite a show."

"What do you mean Zach?" I asked.

"Park, maybe you didn't notice, but you have been running circles around
just about everyone all day. I was busy with my own skills, but every time
I looked over, the other receivers couldn't come close to keeping up with
you."

"Well, we will just have to see how it goes I guess."

After lunch we were back in the locker room putting on pads for the first
time this summer. With the sweltering heat, I didn't bother with a shirt or
jersey. With the just the pads on, you could see my muscled arms and
defined abs, with a golden trail of hair leading down to the waistband of
my shorts. Coach Thomas spoke briefly about the scrimmage, then I grabbed
my helmet as we headed out to the field.

We started off by stretching once again, though not as in depth as the
morning. I was going to be starting for the scrimmage, with the plan being
to switch out to other receivers to see how we all faired. Of course the
coach would be calling specific plays so he could see certain things and
our skill levels.

We started off with some running plays. Of course I still had routes to run
to help throw some blocks for the runner downfield. Then the coach decided
to pull a fast one on the defense to see how they would react by calling a
play action pass. The play is designed to look like a run but is actually a
pass.

The quarterback hiked the ball and I started running my route. Our entire
team had a lot of potential, and the defense was on their toes with tight
coverage. My route for the play was a post route. I was able to quickly get
ahead of my defender, Mike, leaving me open. As I turned for my post, the
ball was in the air, headed my way. Mike was one of the fastest guys on the
team and started closing back in on me. The ball was well thrown and came
right to my chest. I caught the ball with ease, but Mike was on me. As he
came to tackle me I felt that familiar energy level rise, with power
focused in my legs and arms. With the football tucked firmly against my
body, I extended my other arm to stiffarm Mike. When he cam in contact with
my arm, pushing him back felt like there was almost nothing there. I was
careful not to put too much force behind it, but the results were
immediate. Luckily Mike didn't go flying like he had the other day, but he
did find himself on the ground as my legs pushed me away and down the field.

There were a few people in the stands watching our scrimmage. Being one of
the more successful football programs in the state, we attracted an
audience at our practices. They ranged from fans, to college scouts, and
even opposing teams trying to learn our weaknesses. When Mike went down,
there was some excited cheering from the stands. Mike was really good at
his position, which was cornerback. Very few receivers could get a
reception when he was covering them, and if they did, they almost never got
away.

As I continued down the field, the safety had maneuvered in front of me. I
put on a bit more speed to try to beat him. I could have gone faster, but
again I had to be careful. It was going to be close. The safety made a
diving tackle as a last ditch effort to keep me out of the goal. It
happened almost as if it were in slow motion. I don't know if my perception
sped up, or what exactly. I could see him coming right at my feet, but I
still had just enough time to react. I planted my forward leg and quickly
sidestepped the tackle. His outstretched fingers actually came in contact
with my cleats, but he wasn't able to grab anything to stop me. After
running another ten yards, the coaches blew their whistles to end the play.
If it was a real game, it would have been a touchdown. I reached down and
helped the safety back up before returning to where the line of scrimmage
was.

"Damn Park, sweet moves man!" Mike said, patting my shoulder as I walked
past him. I'm glad I seemed to have been able to keep my power in check
since he didn't seem suspicious.

"Thanks Mike, you almost had me. Maybe next time." I said.

"Guess I'll have to work a bit harder."

Walking back to where the offense was huddled up, the coaches had come out
to provide some feedback on the past couple of plays.

"Parker! What the hell was that, and where did it come from?" Coach Thomas
asked.

"Don't know Coach. I've just been working hard in the offseason."

"It has been a long time since I have seen a receiver take down a
cornerback like that. Very nice job. I have some thinking to do. Take a
break for now Parker, I need to see how the other guys do too."

I jogged over to the sideline and sent in the next receiver. I pulled my
helmet off and could feel the sweat rolling down my face. I grabbed a
bottle of water and took a few good gulps. Several of the other players
complimented me, and I was sure to thank them. I felt a little guilty,
having used my powers on the field to my advantage, but half of it was
instinct, and the other half? Part of me wanted to see exactly what I could
do with my powers, and at the same time, learn how to focus and control
them.

The scrimmage ended without me going back in. We'd have all week for the
coach to see what he wanted, and he had complimented me on my play today.
After going over some things for both the offense and defense to work on
and think about for tomorrow, the coach dismissed us and we headed to the
locker room.

Once in the locker room, I watched as the guys stripped off their sweaty
gear. Having played on the junior varsity team before, I was used to being
in a locker room, but today something was different. The smell of sweat and
teenage pheromones really made my heart beat faster. Looking at the fit
bodies of my teammates was exciting me to no end. I pulled my pads off,
grabbed my shower things and towel, then dropped my shorts and underwear. I
was a little surprised to see that I was halfway hard. I just didn't get
it, this had never happened before!

Walking in to the shower was a feast for my eyes. Watching the water
cascade over the muscled bodies before me, soap being applied, appendages
being washed. I could feel a tingling in my penis, and glancing down, I had
a growing problem. I quickly walked to a vacant showerhead and turned on
the water, leaving it fairly cold to hopefully deflate my now hard cock.
Luckily it worked. I quickly washed myself and headed back to my locker to
dress. I guess I was going to have to be more careful with my gawking from
now on. I knew one thing for certain, my poor penis was going to be abused
once I got home.

By the time I got home, it was early evening. My parents of course wanted
to hear about how my first day of practice had gone. Over dinner I filled
them in on the activities of the day, being sure to leave out certain
details. Once dinner was over, I was actually feeling quite tired.

Heading up to bed, I took all of my clothes off and climbed into bed nude.
I thought back to the locker room and quickly found myself hard once again.
I began stroking my seven-inch penis enthusiastically. Quickly I felt
myself getting close to cumming, and I found myself once again thinking
about Alex. I don't know what it is about him, but whatever it was, I
wanted to see more of him. I sprayed my semen all over my chest and abs
with the first initial blasts, before the flow slowed to an ooze that ran
down my throbbing member, gathering in my short pubes. I wiped up the mess
I had made, and set my alarm before quickly falling asleep.

As soon as I was asleep, my corporeal form appeared on the porch of the
cabin in the mountains, where my father sat reclined in a chair. While
having been here before, it felt even more real on this journey. In stead
of feeling like a dream, it felt like I was truly there.

"Hello again Parker. I don't know what you have done since we last spoke,
but your powers have grown exponentially. The speed in which you are
progressing is almost frightening. No one in history has grown this
quickly. This could be problematic. Why don't you take a seat?" He gestured
to a vacant chair next to him.

"How can I sit if I am an eagle?" I asked.

"Are you still an eagle? You should now be strong enough to begin to
control your projection. With practice, it will become easier."

I looked down at my astral body, and watched in awe as it began
transforming into my body. It wasn't truly my physical body, there was a
hint of translucency to it, and a faint blue glow. I moved to the chair and
sat down next to my father.


"Parker, what a fine young man you have grown in to. It looks like you have
your mother's eyes, and yes, she is alive. You will meet her soon, but for
now, there is much you must know."