Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 23:29:04 -0500
From: ainsleystories@cox.net
Subject: Diary of a Mad Man [Chapter 2 science fiction story]
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CHAPTER 2
When I awoke, Mikal was holding me and my back was toward him. I felt
as if I had slept for a week. I felt really good, but a little confused
mentally. As soon as I began to move around, Mikal opened his eyes and
spoke to me. "Did you sleep well my prince?"
"I am no prince, but I slept like a king. Is it morning now? I have
lost all sense of day and night. Is it always day here and are these caves
always lit? Yet as I was falling asleep, I seem to remember the light
dimming and going out."
"The lights go on and off depending on whether you are up and about or
if you are sleeping. Actually, it has been three days that you have been
sleeping." I was shocked. "Do not fret my love. You needed your rest and
to have time for your body to recover. Also I spoke to you during your
resting period at times and tried to teach you things about where you are
living. Now I will take you into the kitchen and teach you how to prepare
your food and show you what we have to eat. The room was a very
comfortable temperature. Mikal handed me something and he said I could
wear it to cover my lower body. I was uncertain on how to put it on and he
grabbed another one and held it up and then stepped into it. It came to
his waist and covered his body about half the way to his knees. It was
loose fitting on his legs and gripped him around his waist. I sat up and
then stood up and stepped into the garment he had handed me. I almost lost
my balance and he steadied me. I felt stronger today, but he insisted that
I continue to use the chair again today. He said that I would have my
exercise period again later and he wanted me strong for then. He pushed me
into the food preparation area. He showed me the doors on cabinets that he
called the cold storage. He opened the door and I felt the cold air coming
from inside. He took out some eggs and some other things. He then opened
another door next to it and he called it the frozen section. He took out
something and it was solid and hard. He placed it in a small box and the
box hummed. It did not take very long and then in just a little bit of
time he pulled out some hot food. I could smell it from where I was
sitting.
He said that while the box could cook all our food, he preferred that
taste of food prepared the old fashioned way. He took out a flat thing
with sides and then set it on a counter. He also took out a piece of cloth
that was heavier and put in on. It only covered his front. "Got to be
careful of splatters. I know it is not the most efficient way to cook
food, but I think the taste is better." With that he touched some spots
and he broke the eggs into the flat thing and he took other knives with
things on the end and began to do things in the pan. He took some of the
stuff from the ice box and placed them in a small box and the slices of
what looked like bread disappeared into the box. When they reappeared, he
took them, all four of them, and put them on two flat things to eat off of.
He spread something on the bread and then put the cooked eggs on the two
plates and also placed the cooked things from earlier. He pushed me over
to a table and then returned with our food. He set the plate before me and
showed me how to use the thing he called a fork. I knew what a knife was.
He explained that the eggs were fried and that the bread had butter on
it and he handed me something he called jam. He said it was like honey,
but was made with like honey and fruit and tasted of the fruit. The stuff
that had been hard and frozen he said was sausage. It was the meat from
the boars that had been ground up and he had cooked it. I told him that
boar meat was dangerous as it could make people sick. He said he knew
that, but that this was good meat. The thing that made people sick was
little worms that lived in the boars and only cooking it very well would
kill the worms. However, he said that these boars did not have the worms
and he had cooked the meat well anyway. He then went to the cold box again
and got out some liquid and poured each of us some in a clear cup. He set
it before me and told me it was milk from a cow. When cows give milk it is
warm and does not taste this good. He explained that it was cold to keep
it fresh. That way it could be in the cold box for many days and be good
to drink all during that time. I was learning new things all the time.
The taste of all the different foods was incredible. The bread was soft
and delicious and yet he had warmed it so it was a little stiff, but not
stale. The butter gave it a wonderful flavor and the stick honey like
stuff tasted like it had strawberries in it. I ate my breakfast and
realized it was another meal fit for a king or queen. Surely these people
were wealthy beyond belief and so kind to me.
After breakfast as he called it, Mikal pushed my chair to the bathing
room. He told me I had to learn how to use the rest of the bathroom. He
had me stand up and then turn and sit on a funny looking thing. Before he
would let me sit he had me pull down the shorts that stayed around my
waist. He said that here I could get rid of my body water and I could also
push out any waste I had inside of me. He sat there as I strained and also
made water in the bowl below me. When after a long time I felt something
moving inside of me I tried to squeeze it out of me. I finally did so and
immediately I felt relieved. He asked me if I was finished and I nodded my
head up and down. He showed me where there was this very thing cloth that
tore easily. It was on a roll. I mean by that it was one long piece of
cloth that someone had started at one end and formed a roll so that all you
had to do was to pull off a certain length and tear it off. Then you could
fold it over once of twice and you were supposed to use it to wipe your
bottom and your hole. Mikal told me not to be scared and he pressed some
area of the surface next to me. Immediately warm water began spraying my
hole. Praise the gods did that feel good. I then used the cloth that tore
easily to wipe my hole and make sure that everything was clean and dry. He
told me that anytime I needed to eliminate solid or liquid waste I could
come here and sit here and get rid of the waste. Mikal helped me back into
my chair and as I stood up I pulled my shorts back up covering myself. I
asked him who emptied the pot I was sitting on. I didn't want someone to
have to clean up after me. I probably smelled bad and It was something I
would have to learn to do for myself. He pushed another spot on the
surface nest to the big pot I had sat on and I heard a noise and water
flowed into the pot and I saw it push the liquid and the solid stuff that
had come out of me down some hole in the ground if guess. What will they
think of next?
It was after breakfast that Mikal moved my chair over to a table and
set me in front of a flat piece of what looked like stone with another flat
thing in front of it. "This is going to perhaps frighten you and scare
you. This flat surface is a screen. It will show you pictures and explain
things to you. I will be here and you need not be frightened. This will
help you to learn much faster than I could teach you." I looked worried.
"I wanted you to be my teacher."
"I am your teacher and I will teach you. Think of this machine as a
magic box that lets me put pictures of things before you to show you places
and things that I can only tell you about. I will be your teacher and I
will help you with the machine. However, remember yesterday?" I nodded my
head up and down to mean yes. "I put you on that walking machine because
it was faster and easier than for me to hold you up and help you walk that
much. It really helped you; didn't it?" I knew he was correct. "This
magic box is not really magic, but it is here to help me help you. I will
be by your side the entire time. Later, when you want to use the machine
without me you can. I will teach you how to turn it on and off on your
own. Mikal touched a spot and instantly the flat rock had pictures on it.
He spoke to it and he introduced me to it. He called it Mack. I asked him
why. "I guess it is short for machine. I needed a name for it so I called
it Mack. It sounded better than a long name or something that would be
difficult for you to say at first. Sometimes I call it Beauregard when I
get mad at it. You see, it is a machine and it does exactly what you tell
it to do and not always what you want it to do. That is the problem with
machines they are too literal." That was fine I thought. I hadn't the
slightest idea what Mikal was trying to tell me. I looked up at him and he
said, "Sorry. I realize that you do not know what I just ranted and raved
about. Just think that this machine will teach you how to read and write
your language and several other languages. You will pick up others as you
go along. Over the years you will learn new ones as they emerge."
Mikal spent the rest of the morning introducing me to the machine and
getting the machine to recognize me. He did all of this by talking to the
machine. He instructed Mack how to recognize me. He could sense my
fingers and tell that they were mine. He could look at my face and my eyes
and Mikal instructed Mack to follow my orders and his and to take
instructions from only us. I had placed my hands on the flat surface
before me. That surface was lower around my waist level. The thing he
called a screen with pictures was higher. Mack also had a voice and talked
to me. Mikal said that the box was magic. Mack showed me pictures of
things called letters and how to make them. He also told me their names
and then he moved on to numbers. I thought that I was smart as I could
count to twenty. Who had more than twenty sheep or twenty of anything? I
quickly forgot about Mikal and he walked over to another part of the room
and watched me. I realized that this was fun. Mack said he wanted to play
a game. He told me there was a pair of gloves that I could put my hands
into and then we could play a game. I found them in a place that pulled
out a box under the top of the table. It was cleverly hidden away, but
attached to the table. What will they think of next? Mikal came over and
showed me how to put on the things called gloves. Mack had me move each
finger separately while not trying to move the other fingers. Soon I got
the idea and started to get pretty good. The games started out as being
simple. I was to touch a spot that glowed on the flat surface before me.
I didn't touch the screen, but other surfaces. I had to use certain
fingers and then Mack changed it around. He taught me colors and then
other things. I learned the names of things fast this way because I was
trying to beat Mack at his own game. Before I knew it Mikal came over and
said I needed to take a break. He told Mack that I could play with him a
little a little later after we had lunch and then went for my exercise.
Mikal pushed me over to the table and he had what he called a sandwich
for each of us to eat. This time he had meat between two slices of bread.
This bread was darker and tastier. It had a bold flavor. The bread for
breakfast was good, but all white and really sweet tasting. He called this
rye bread. He had what he called pickled meat, I think he said it was
called pastrami or something like that. It tasted wonderful. He had white
stuff and yellow stuff that he put on the bread to make it even tastier.
He also gave me a pickle. I had never seen one of them before. It looked
like a long thing that I had seen growing on some vines, but it was sour
and tart. I do not know why, but I loved the taste. This time we did not
drink any milk. We drank something he called a cola. It had bubbles in it
and it tickled my nose. He gave me some funny looking things and he said
that they were made from roots that grew in the ground, were cleaned and
sliced, and then fried in oil. They were simply referred to as chips. It
was so good that I ate like I had not eaten in days.
Surely I was living like a king. I had died and gone to my reward to
be treated like this. I was still naked and I had a pretty naked boy to
look at during lunch. After lunch, Mikal pushed my chair to the exercise
room. This time I could get up on my own. Mikal told me I was getting
stronger and would probably not need the moving chair after tomorrow or the
next day. It was totally up to me. He had me get between the wooden bars
and he started the walking machine for me. He set it so that I could vary
my own pace and if I speed up, so did the machine and when I slowed down,
so did the machine. I did not know how it did that, but it worked. I
could stay on the machine for a long time. Mikal had to tell me it was
enough. I was feeling much stronger. "I can see that you are ready for
the next fun game. How good is your balance?" He smiled at me.
"I can walk across any fallen tree and not fall off. I am about as
good as they come." I had pride in my abilities. Mikal led me to a piece
of wood that was on the floor and about as wide as my hand and as long as
the height of three of four people. It was not high off the ground. It
was about four or five fingers higher than the ground. He had me walk the
length of the board several times. I did it perfectly. Mikal put his
hands together and made a noise several times.
"That's called clapping. You do it when you are telling someone that
you think what they did was good and it pleases you."
"I think I understand." He then lead me over to another machine that
was very strange. He said the it was a special bicycle. I asked him what
a bicycle was. He said it was a machine for getting from one place to
another on wheels. I looked at it and said that it would not be good
because you probably needed a smooth surface to ride it on. He agreed, but
said that one day there would be lots of smooth surfaces on the Earth to
ride a bicycle on. He said that this bicycle was special because it had
wheels on the side so that I could learn to balance myself without the bike
falling over.
"We will have you try the bicycle in the future along with other forms
of physical exercise." I guess I looked a little disappointed. "I do not
want you to over exercise today. Your balance is good, but riding a
bicycle is an acquired skill and I don't think you are just ready for it
today. Perhaps in just a few days you will be ready. I have other treats
I will show you too. I want to teach you how to sail a boat, roller skate
and do lots of things. For now please be patient." He looked to me for
reassurance that I would not press him.
"I promise I will learn to not push you."
"In return, I promise to be there to pick you up when you fall down."
He smiled and I could not help not liking Mikal a lot. He had me remove my
garment and he shed his at the same time. He pushed me over to the pond
and he asked me if I could swim. I told him that in the river I could
always reach the bottom and asked him what swimming was. He told me to sit
back down and he wheeled me to another spot by the pond. He said the water
was not as deep here. He helped me up and we both walked down some steps
under the water and entered the pond. We must have played in the water for
most of the afternoon. He then showed me how he could swim from one side
of the pond to the other. I tried, but could not really do it. He said he
would teach me and that it was not hard, just another skill to learn with
practice. I realized I was tired and when I went to get out, Mikal had to
help me climb the steps and hold me up as I went to get into my moving
chair. I was beginning to get very tired and weak. I did not know how
heavy my body was when I got out of the water.
He then pushed me into the food preparation area and he opened the
very cold box and took something out. He opened the flexible package and
took out our supper. I saw him place it on a large flat surface and then
he put that into another box. He turned to me and said dinner would be
ready in about fifteen minutes. I asked him what a minute was. He said
not a very long amount of time. He wheeled me over to the table and poured
us each a large glass of milk and got us some pieces of cloth that he said
we could use to wipe our hands if they got dirty. I asked if we were going
to use the knives and forks for dinner and he smiled. "Not tonight. We
have a special treat. I am making for us a flat piece of bread on which I
have placed lots of little pieces of several different kinds of meat and
also some pieces of plants and things that taste good."
"Everything that you fix tastes good to me. You gods live well." I
looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and that made me happy.
"Tonight we are going to talk about that. I need you to know that we
are not gods. However, for some reason I just don't think that you will
take my word for it. Perhaps you will not believe anything I tell you no
matter what happens. For your shake, I hope not." With that rather
cryptic remark he got up and came back carrying a large stone using some
heavy gloves on his hands. He set his stone down on some other stones or
tiles on the table. He cautioned me not to touch the stone as it was very
hot. He said the pizza was already sliced and he pulled apart a slice for
me and handed it to me on my plate. All this was so new to me. I could
see the smoke coming up from the flat bread and I smelled it. I could not
wait to eat it as it seemed so good. He said it would cool in just a
minute. I looked and him and said I know it was just a short period of
time, right. He laughed and I knew that I had pleased him.
It did not take long and he said it should be cool enough to eat. I
reached to my plate and did not know how to pick it up. I looked over and
Mikal had placed his hand under the slice and lifted it to his mouth. He
put the pointed end in his mouth and he took a bite of it. I did the same
and I now knew that I was in heaven. The taste was even better than the
taste of the sandwich we had for lunch. I ate that slice and then got
another one and then another one. I drank the milk to help me swallow it
and Mikal had to remind me to chew my food before I tried to swallow it.
He said that I could have all I wanted and not to rush. The food would not
get up and run away. After dinner he handed me a hot wet piece of cloth
and said I should wipe my hands on it and all of the sticky stuff and dirt
would come off my hands.
I was tired and told mikal. He pushed my chair into the sleeping room
and then into the bathing room. He helped me to sit on the large pot again
and I eliminated again into the pot. This time when I was ready he showed
me how to push certain areas and the water cleaned me and I took some of
the cloth and wiped myself. I also brushed my teeth and cleaned my mouth.
Mikal did him as soon as I was finished cleaning mine. He had a small
stick just for him in there too. He showed me that I had the red one and
he had the orange stick. I will not bore you with telling you about every
time I used the large pot and how delighted I was that I did not have to
empty the pot.
Mikal then pushed my moving chair back into the sleeping room and
helped me into the bed. When I had gotten comfortable in the bed he asked
me if I wanted to take off my shorts. I looked at him funny and he took
off the covering he was wearing on his lower body. I wanted to be naked
with him too. I pushed off my shorts as he called them and handed them to
him. He tossed them aside and crawled into the bed with me. I was no
longer ashamed to hide my hardness from him. He was a beautiful boy and I
think he was all mine. Before he could say anything I started talking.
"You said you would not talk about what you saw me doing when I was
watching the other boys." He smiled. He had not mentioned it either. "I
want to tell you about that now." I looked in his eyes for a sign. A
sign, any sign that he wanted to talk about it too. I was disappointed
that I could not detect one. I continued anyway. "I would like to tell
you about it. I want you to know that I when we were younger all the boys
did that together. It was fun and it felt good. Later the boys got the
girls to do it for them." He looked up at me again, but did not say
anything. "I tried and several of the girls liked doing it for me. They
played with me and made it hard and rubbed me so that my seed would sprit
out and they could play with it. It felt good to me, but I soon realized
that I wanted their brothers and other young men to do it for me. I wanted
to do it for the other young men too." I looked down and felt ashamed of
my confession. I felt as if my entire village now knew and I might be
spoiling my chance for my eternity with these gods here for telling them.
I thought about it and Mikal said he already knew. What he didn't know was
that I wanted to do it with him. I wanted to do it right now and all the
time with mikal. If we lived together we could do it several times a day
and I would be happy for the rest of eternity. I almost said for the rest
of my life, but I realized that my life was over and I was already in that
good place. I just didn't want to get sent away from here. I liked it
here. I was living with gods and being treated like a king. Why would I
ever want to leave? I was not getting anywhere. I turned away from Mikal.
"Please don't be made at me." Mikal was telling me. "It must be hard
for you to tell me this. I think I know what you want to tell me." I
looked at him rather surprised. "You want to share your body with me and
have me rub you and make you feel good." He had guessed my dark secret.
"I want the same thing from you, Adem. I want to be with you forever if
you want me."
"Of course I want you. I just thought you might send me away if you
knew how I felt." He reached over and hugged me and his hand reached down
and felt between my legs. However, it was no good because my man root had
grown and was no longer between my legs. It lay against my belly and was
leaking some sticky fluid. He leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I
melted into his arms. I told him that I loved him and wanted us to be
happy together. I reached over and as he held my man root I held his. He
was hard too and also leaking some fluid from the end. We held each other
and with one hand we rubbed each other. All to soon we each discharged
some of our seeds into the hands of the other. Mikal reached over and got
a cloth and wiped up our hands. We kissed again and then fell asleep in
each other's arms. This was the evening and the morning of the second day
in the dwelling of gods and it was good.
When I awoke the next day we were still together, but now I was
holding Mikal. We had moved around some and now his back was toward me. I
really enjoyed this position and lay here thinking about how lucky I am to
be living with this god or god's servant. I was happy with my teacher and
I believed that he was happy with me. As I moved around some I felt him
stir and he turned to face me. I held his firm and wonderfully soft body
close to mine. I was again hard and pleased to be with him. "Adem. This
is going to be difficult for me to discuss with you. I need you to listen
carefully and try not to interrupt me until I finish telling you as much as
I think you can understand right now." I was worried again. I know now
that he is going to tell me that the village he comes from does not approve
two men doing this. I know he is unhappy and sad about what we did before
we went to sleep. He has had all night to think about it and my heart is
now broken that he regrets our fun. I wonder what I will do now. Will I
have the gods banish me from this wondrous dwelling and will my name become
a curse upon his lips. I was about to cry, something I had not done in
years. It was then that he touched my face and brought his lips to mine
and we kissed. My fears and troubles melted away and floated away in an
imaginary breeze. The afterlife was good again for me.
"I need you to listen to me carefully. I assume that I make you
happy." I thought, how could he question that. "I need you to understand
that I will be by your side from now on forever." With that remark I
pulled his face to mine and I kissed him and gently pushed my tongue into
his mouth and felt inside of him for the first time. Now I knew this was
the afterlife because there was nothing more pleasant and pleasing that
this moment right now. This was what all of life should be like forever.
I would hold this moment for all eternity if possible. I know that these
words are words that I learned later to describe things and all of this
diary is being written many, many years later. Yet I still remember the
very things I saw and felt from that long time ago. I just now had the
words and abilities to describe it. It did not make sense to me back then
like it all does now, but I did not care. Like a child who eats his fill
of something until he becomes sick from overeating, I could not help
myself. When the village has a good hunt and there is meat for all to eat
as much as they want, then sometimes you can not resist eating more than is
good for you. I drank in my fill of his love that was pouring from Mikal.
I drank it from him until I was sick of it and still I wanted more of his
love. I ran my hand over his body and held him to me and began to cry out
loud.
"Now I have said something that has upset you. I am sorry."
"No. I am crying because I am so happy. You said that you would be
by my side for now and forever. I never want you to leave me. This makes
me the happiest person in all our village. It makes me the happiest person
in all the villages that there ever are anywhere." He looked me in my eyes
and held his face next to mine. "Mikal. I love you."
"I will never leave you, Adem. But what you are telling me just makes
this harder to tell you."
"No, it does not. You can tell me anything as long as you will always
be with me. Just don't tell me that you didn't enjoy what we did last
night before we fell asleep. Never tell me that and I will be happy
forever." I was afraid he would never leave me, but that he would not want
to do again like we did last night.
"We can be together through all eternity. For what ever you want to
call it and however it seems to be, I love you too." When Mikal told me
those words I understood how the young men of my village could fall in love
with a young girl so fast and how they could decide to be with them so
quickly. When it happens, it just happens. I am dead and this after life
with the gods is much better than my life when I was living. What could be
making my lover so upset. "I need to explain some things to you so that
you will understand that I do love you as best as I can. You see, when you
woke up you were told that you had been asleep for about four moons.
Actually, you were asleep for about four of your seasons. You have not
lived 14 and some seasons. You have live more than 18 seasons." I heard
what Mikal was saying, but it did not make sense. I looked at my body and
it did not look like I had lived another 4 seasons. I did not feel older
and I felt wonderful. I had seen my reflection in the water and I looked
the same as I did a few days ago before I ever met the boar and was
injured. "We had to keep you asleep while we first repaired your body.
Then we had to keep you asleep while we trained your body how to hear
itself in the future. Next we changed the very things that made up your
body on the tiniest level so that your body would be perfect in every way.
Actually, we made your body more than perfect. You will grow and age to an
approximate age of 25 seasons and become a beautiful young man. We taught
your body how to maintain that state and never grow any older. We also
grew into your skin some technology that will protect you from harm. You
will never know it is there unless you need is to save your life." None of
this made any sense, but I did not care.
"Do you love me and will you live with me for all eternity?" He shook
his head yes and held me. "Can we do what we did last night and give each
other pleasure again and again?" He whispered yes into my ear. "Then I do
not care about anything else and whatever it is we will face it together.
As long as you are by my side, we can be happy and the rest of the world
does not matter."
"Oh. The world matters Adem. It matters more than you think, but we
will be together for as long as you want me. I will never leave you. But
first, I must teach you many things and that will take many seasons to
fully train you. Just as it took many seasons to teach and train your body
to care for you forever and to constantly regenerate, it will take many
seasons to develop the mind you had naturally and which was enhanced while
you slept." I began to get a little worried.
"Did you change me?"
"Well, yes we did. We did not change you to make you something
different: we merely made you the best of what you already were. We made
it easier for you to use the abilities that you had and to make sure that
there were no physical limitations on your own natural abilities." I
listened intently.
"That doesn't seem to make sense."
"Think of it this way. If you have a little broke flowing into a
larger stream, you can remove the stones in the little broke and allow it
to flow easier and faster into the stream. We did that with your body.
Remember that scar you had on your left leg where you fell down while
playing with the young men. I healed, but it left a mark on your leg."
"So what? It does not bother me and I can still run as fast as I
could before I had that fall."
"Yes, but look at that mark on your leg." I looked down and noticed
that I could barely see it. If I had not know where it was and been used
to running my hands over it from time to time and feeling the bumps in the
skin, I would have sworn that I was looking at the wrong leg or another leg
that had not been injured. "We taught your body to heal itself. With more
time, the mark and the scar tissue will completely disappear. Your body
will never develop genetic diseases or problems. We have taught your
immune system to recognize all foreign invaders and to defend your body
against them. There is no virus, bacteria or any external life or
reproductive code that can fool your body." It was obvious that I did not
understand any of the words that he used. He looked at me and started to
explain. "Bacteria are very, very small bugs that can make you sick.
Viruses are even smaller things that act like they are alive and can make
you sick. Codes are even smaller things that can integrate with your body
and become a part of it and then tell your body wrong things that make it
sick. You might think of them as bits of things even smaller than
viruses."
"If you say so, then I believe you." I held him to me and kissed him
again. "As long as we can be together, I will believe and do whatever you
want of me. You are all I need and what to know, but I will learn about
all the rest if it pleases you."
"I guess you are right. It is all you need to know right now and it
would pleas me greatly for you to learn all about this." We kissed again
and then he shocked me. "We can do what we did last night again and I can
also show you more wondrous things we can do together." He bent his head
down and touched this tongue to my breast and licked it. He sucked first
one and then the other. I never knew that my breast would be as sensitive
as a woman's breast. I now know why a woman feeds her child from her
breast. It is such a good feeling to have someone you love to touch and
suckle at your breast. I only regretted that I had no milk to give Mikal.
He then nibbled at my ear as if he was going to eat it. I could feel the
sound of his teeth and lips on my ear. I was experiencing love for the
first time in my life or afterlife and I wanted all I could get. I guess I
loved love. I know of no other way to say it and express my feelings at
the moment. Mikal moved his lips all over my head and neck and brought me
to unknown pleasurable places. He gave me feelings that I never knew
existed and perhaps did not when I was alive. I was enjoying this
afterlife time. Everything seemed to be better than it was in life. The
foods tasted better, my body sensed things better and I could finally
experience love and know what a powerful force it really was. Perhaps it
is as strong as the forces that make the rain flow and the grasses grow. I
felt that it could be as powerful as any rock falling down a hill or the
fire that burns in the sky, just only strong between the two people. Love
could not move rocks or make it rain, but it could move people when they
would not want to move. I would do anything for Mikal. I will follow him
for the rest of my afterlife. I told him this and he laughed.
"This is your life, not your afterlife. You are alive and well. You
did not die: we saved you." I looked puzzled.
"You said my father found my body and buried me. He could not do that
unless I was dead. You have wonderful things here that only gods have.
You do things that only gods can do. You are gods and I am your servant."
He took my head with his hands and kissed me again. He held me as he spoke
to me.
"I love you and will stay with you until the end of time, but this is
not the end of time. Your father found a body we had put there of another
unfortunate young man who had died nearby. The body was so badly mangled
and destroyed your family could not tell the difference. You are very much
alive. To prove it, just bite your hand. Do you not feel pain." I bit my
hand and it hurt. "I want you to love me, but I will not deceive you to
get your love." With that remark he reached down and grabbed me and I was
again reminded that I could feel pleasure that I had only dreamed of
before. Mikal quickly caused me to hold his head as he rubbed me and I
stuck my tongue in his mouth and then made a rather sticky mess in his
hands. He brought them to my face and I looked at what I had done. I
smiled. Mikal then began to lick my seeds that clung to his hands and
smiled at me. I reached down and began to rub him. His mouth opened as he
experienced pleasure at my actions and I knew that I wanted to do this and
please him any time he wanted it for every day and night we would have
together. I would do it as many times a day as he wanted me to. We lived
here alone and could be together whenever we wanted to be together.
As I brought him to his discharge point I thought that I could leave
here and go and hunt for our food when we had used it all up. I would make
certain that always had enough to eat. That big box in our food
preparation area would run out of food in a few days. I could teach Mikal
to hunt and perhaps there are some fish that live in the stream where they
got the water for the big pond in our exercise room. I had learned new and
big words for the wondrous things I was learning about and seeing for the
first time. When he was near to giving me his seeds I could tell. I
brought my other hand to join my first hand. He reached out and grabbed my
head and kissed me as I felt him jerk and move about as he gave me his
seeds. When it was over, he gasped for breath. I brought my hands to my
face as he had done and licked my hands clean of his seeds. I had eaten
the seeds of my love and eaten the love he had given me. We had both done
this for each other. Something I never though I would do for another boy
or man. We were bonded to each other through eating the seeds of the
other. Even the gods must now recognize our bond. He looked up at me and
spoke.
"You consumed my discharge. You must have feelings for me. I hope
you enjoyed it as much as I did." I shook my head up and down again.
"Today we are going to spend most of the day learning on the machine at the
desk. If you will allow me to talk to you I can put you under my power of
suggestion and allow your mind to adsorb the information more easily."
"I am already under your power. You can talk to me any time you want.
Just talk, I will listen." He laughed at me and smiled at the same time.
We got up and we each put on other shorts as he called them that he got
from another box in the sleeping room. The ones we wore today were
brightly colored and a pretty red color. They were soft and comfortable
and fit our bodies. We both wore the same size shorts as he called them.
We did not need anything to cover the upper part of our bodies as the rooms
were warm enough. He gave me something he called slip ons for my feet he
had a pair for himself. They kept our feet from getting dirty on the
floors and from us slipping on the wet floor around the pond. He wheeled
me over to the table in the other room. I remembered enough to say hello
to Mack and he greeted me back.
Mikal had me look at him in the face and said he was going to speak to
me and give me a light trance. Actually, I think he said put me under a
light trance. However, I did not see anything that he put me under: he
just spoke to me. I remember what he said. He told me that I would hear
only the sound of his voice and I would feel sleepy and then I would find
it easy to listen to Mack and I would remember all that Mack tells me.
Mack was going to be my teacher. He would tell me all kinds of things
about the world and how things worked. I said okay and then Mack began to
show me pictures of animals, places and all sorts of plants and different
object. I remember that Mikal got up and went into the food preparation
area. I continued to look at Mack's pictures that he showed me. Some time
later Mikal asked if we could take a break. Mikal pushed my chair over to
the eating table and set before me a bowl of something. He poured milk
over it and handed me a spoon. He told me to try it and see if I liked it.
I got the little things in the milk on my spoon and put them in my mouth.
Again, the food of gods filled my mouth with flavors that I had never
before experienced. To the side he placed two eggs that he had fixed. I
was told to use my fork to eat the eggs. I had some funny looking stuff in
a glass to drink. It was not much, but it was a bright color that was of
the same shade as some of the flowers or the color of some leaves that
turned colors before they fell off the trees. He called it orange and he
said it was the juice of an orange. Funny, I did not know that colors had
juices. I guess that here all things were possible. I wondered what red
tasted like. I don't thing that I wanted to taste black or brown. I would
have to see what Mikal told me to do. If he tasted them, then I would.
After eating I went back to Mack and he talked to me and showed me
pictures for the rest of the day. I learned lots of things that day. I
learned how to tell time and the names of lots of things that I had not
known before. I saw things that I would not have believed existed except
that Mack showed me pictures of them. On and on he talked to me. Now I
understood why Mikal could not teach me this kind of stuff. It was so easy
when Mack had the picture of anything and if I asked a question he could
show something to me closer and even turn the picture. For some things he
had me put on a pair of what he called glasses and told me that they would
cover my eyes completely and that no light would come in except from where
he made it. Once I got used to them he told me I would use them almost all
the time in the future. I really liked them. They shut out the room I was
in and I could see everything with them. The pictures that Mack showed me
were not flat anymore. The pictures filled the entire room that I could
see. Mack had me put on the gloves first and he said that he would teach
me how to moves my hands and fingers to tell him what I wanted him to do
with the pictures. The gods had all the best things. I learned to point
and to move fingers individually and not just as a fist or altogether. At
some point I realized that I needed to make water and to use the big pot
that Mikal had shown me how to use. I told this to Mack. He said it was
perfectly normal and he stopped the pictures. I took off the glasses and
called to Mikal. He was right there. Mack had told him that I needed to
use the big pot. He asked me if I felt strong enough to get up and walk
there. I told him of course I could. He held me hand and that made the
trip to the big pot fun. He sat with me as I put my water into the other
water already there and then strained to get rid of the dark smelly stuff
from my hole. I know that animals do it in the field while everyone is
watching, but I always went in the bushes and away from the village to do
this. I did not like other people watching me. I also had to find leaves
to wipe my hole with or it smelled bad and became sore. I know that it was
just dirt that smelled bad. Even some of the dirt smelled like this when
it had rained for a long time. I guess that is where dirt really came
from. A lot of people and animals must have been making dirt for all the
dirt that there was around the village. This must have been going on for
more years than I could imagine and I think I could imagine a lot.
That evening after Mack had taught me more things Mikal and I
exercised and I could walk very fast for what Mikal said was an hour. I
felt really strong. I was getting better and only used my hands to steady
myself a few times. The rest of the time I just held on to the long
straight wooden branches very lightly in case I needed them. Then we went
to the bathing area and we took a shower together. I had learned the
proper name for that from Mack. This time the rope that spits water was
left on its stand and sprayed water down on us like heavy rain. In the
shower I gripped mikal and we embraced again. I think I was going to like
shower time as much as bed time. We got ourselves wet all over and then he
turned the water rope to where it was only spraying a very light mist in
the air. He took the stuff he called soap and put it all over his hands
and mine. He took his hands and then ran them all over my body. They
glided over my body without any effort arousing feeling I had never known
existed. Then I did the same to him. There was some place in the wall and
I noticed where it was this time. He touched it and as long as he held his
hand there, more soap flowed into his hands. He then put his hands on my
head and worked the soap into my hair. I did the same to him. I liked
doing things for Mikal: it made me feel special. He did almost everything
for me and this was something I could do for him. Something he could do
for himself, but that I felt would be nicer if I did it for him. I was
right too. He smiled and told me how good my hands felt on him. He
touched something and the water sprayed us all over and even came from the
walls all around us.
When we were clean he touched the wall again and the spray became a
mist once more. This time he took the soap and rubbed it all over my body
again. He had me turn and move around and took his fingers and pressed
hard into me in places and made my sore body feel good. He showed me how
to do it to him and explained where to press. He called it a massage. It
was easy to do when our bodies were covered with soap. He then reached
down and rubbed me between my legs and I opened my legs to make it easier
for him to give me pleasure. He took his hand and rubbed in my crack and
took his fingers and moved them over and around my hole. He then tried to
push one finger into my hole and I tensed up. It did not hurt yet, but
while I liked him moving around my hole I could not imagine why he wanted
to put his finger inside my hole. He looked up at me. "I know this feels
strange to you right now. But if you will allow me to put my finger inside
of you I promise I will not hurt you and I believe I can make it feel very
nice for you. Just pretend that you are sitting on that big pot you use to
eliminate your body waste and pretend that you are getting rid of waste
now."
"I don't want to do that because maybe some will come out now. I
don't want it in here with us."
"If it comes out, it will wash down the drain. You noticed that the
water does not fill up this shower room. The water goes down the drains
located in the floor."
"If you say so." With that I squeezed and I could feel his finger
sliding into me a little. It did not feel bad, just strange. He moved it
back and forth inside of me and it didn't feel bad. I loved the feeling of
him just touching me and playing with me. He pushed his finger all the way
inside of me and then I felt him touch a spot inside of me and my body must
have jerked when he did it.
"You feel that. I know you did because you moved. Does it feel
good?" I really didn't know. It felt different and strange. It did not
hurt, but I wasn't sure it felt good. He then dropped down and was
kneeling before me. He then guided my man root to his lips and sucked it
into his mouth. I did not care what he did with my hole now. He could
have put two fingers or even his foot up there. The feeling in my man root
was beyond belief. I had never had this done to me before. This was
powerful magic. Now I knew that he did this because he loved me. Who
would ever think to put another man's man root in their mouth and move
their lips and head up and down on it? This was amazing. He moved his
finger inside of me again and now it was like his finger was touching the
end of my man root that was inside of me and his mouth was at the other
end. It was over as quickly as it began. I gave him my seed and he
swallowed it all down. Suddenly I was weak. I could no longer stand up
without his help. He moved me to the seat in the little room and the mist
continued to fill the air. He took the water rope and turned it to a more
powerful amount of water and he rinsed us both off. He then helped me to
shift around and lifted one of my legs to get to my hole. He rinsed all of
the soap off of it and held the water rope to my hole. This caused some of
the water to go inside of me. I was able to open up my hole easier now and
he said that he needed to rinse out all of the soap form inside of me. He
cleaned both of us off and then put up the water rope.
Mikal helped me out and got me to the drying room. He leaned me
against the wall standing up and closed the door. It only took a short
time and I was dry. After he put me in my chair he stepped into the room
and moments later he stepped out completely dry. He pushed me over to the
bed and helped me to get in the bed. He got in with me and told me I was
to relax and close my eyes. I did so and instantly I was asleep. Thus
ended the third day of my afterlife. If they were all this pleasant, then
being dead was going to be fun and eternity was going to be a nice place.
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