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Story title : Alan
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Alan - 1 (MF, mc)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
After a strange encounter with a dying man, Alan
discovers some new abilities.
***
Alan Marshall was a fine, respectful, upstanding young
man. He visited his grandfather in the hospital every day
after school. He was a senior, and in his last semester,
and he had plenty of free time, just counting the days
until graduation.
After graduation he had an internship at the local
newspaper, a job he had won through a writing contest he
had entered with one of his school newspaper pieces.
Since getting into college and winning the contest he had
passed off his editor-in-chief duties on the paper to his
successor.
His grandfather was dying of congestive heart failure,
and he had spent the last month in the cardiac care unit.
There were no private rooms in the CCU, but there was a
comfortable chair next to his grandfather's bed, and when
the old man was sleeping, which was most of the time,
Alan sat next to him and did his homework. When his
grandfather was awake they chatted, mostly baseball,
their common passion.
One day while Alan was visiting, a new patient was
brought into the room, and placed in the bed next to
Alan's grandfather. Alan stood and looked over his
grandfather's hospital bed to see the new arrival, but
the nurse quickly drew the curtain to block his view.
Soon after the new man was brought in, the nurses left.
Alan then noticed that his grandfather was stirring, and
the conversed for a bit, before he drifted back into
unconsciousness. His parents arrived and they all stayed
a few hours before going home for dinner.
A few days later Alan was leaving the hospital room and
he couldn't resist the urge to have a peek at his
grandfather's roommate. When he put his head through the
curtain he saw that the man was awake, and he was
gesturing at Alan to come closer. With a bit of
trepidation Alan approached him. When he was right next
to the bed the old man reached out and grabbed Alan's
exposed forearm and gripped him tightly.
Alan felt a strange sensation throughout his body, sort
of like an electric shock. Then he heard a voice and
looked down at the old man, but he could tell, even in
the diminished light in the curtained off area of the
hospital room, that the old man was not moving his lips.
"I am giving you my gift." The voice in Alan's head said.
"You have the power to control the actions of others, and
more powers will come to you as you develop your skills."
Alan was scared by this strange experience, but he
couldn't remove himself for the old man's grasp. The old
man was staring up at him intently. Soon the strange
sensation passed, and he stood rooted in place for a few
seconds. Alan then realized that the old man was now
talking to him. "You are such a good boy, so devoted to
your grandpa. You are a worthy vessel to carry the Seed.
Use it well, and all you desire can be yours." The old
man's voice was weak and raspy.
When he released Alan's arm, his eyes closed, and an
instant later all sorts of alarms on the monitors went
off. Alan quickly left the room, passing two nurses and a
doctor as they rushed to attend to the old man.
The next day the bed next to his grandfather's was empty.
When the nurse came to change his grandfather's bed Alan
asked her about him, and learned that he had died the
previous evening, shortly after Alan had left.
Alan thought about what the man had said, and couldn't
make heads or tails of it. If not for the strange feeling
in his body when the man had held his arm, and that voice
in his head, Alan would have chalked the whole experience
up to coincidence: the man's death and their encounter
happened at the same time merely by chance, but he knew
that something had happened between them, and that the
man's last act was deliberate.
He had given Alan something called "the Seed" and had
done so by the touch. Alan didn't know what the Seed was,
but instead of doing his homework while his grandfather
slept, he kept replaying yesterday's strange scene in his
mind. He didn't even notice when his parents entered the
room. Alan had been sitting still in the chair for more
than two hours, and he hadn't even noticed the time.
When they got home that evening Alan's father asked how
his day was. For a brief instant Alan considered telling
his dad about the old man and the Seed, but he quickly
reconsidered. He didn't understand what had happened, and
he was certain that his father could shed no light on the
situation.
* * *
The next day in school Alan found himself thinking about
the old man and his message, and that strange voice in
his head more and more. He wasn't concentrating, and
during English class he was flustered when the teacher
had asked him a question and he was so lost in thought he
hadn't heard her. She raised her voice slightly to get
his attention, but because Alan hadn't been paying
attention he had no idea how to answer the question.
"Alan," she said with a note of exasperation, "I know you
and your friends are suffering from senioritis, but you
really do need to pay attention in class." Alan was stung
by her rebuke, but only slightly so. English was one of
his best classes, and he had been earning very good
grades all year.
He apologized to the teacher and the class continued. He
resolved to pay more attention to the lesson, but was
soon drifting out again, though this time he was
concentrating not on the strange episode, but on his
English teacher, Ms. Kelly. This was a familiar
distraction for Alan and his male classmates. Ms. Kelly
was a drop dead gorgeous example of the feminine form.
She stood about 5'7", with dark red hair worn perfectly
straight down to her shoulder tops, porcelain white skin
dusted with a few very small freckles on her face. She
had a slim figure and nicely rounded breasts, though she
dressed conservatively, usually wearing a skirt which
fell past her knees, and never too tight so as not to
flaunt what Alan and his friends imagined was a
spectacular ass, coupled with a blouse and a sweater in
order to hide her bust. This being springtime, it was a
cotton knit, a light yellow. She never dressed to turn
the little boys on in their seats, but the effect was
there, despite her better efforts.
Alan didn't know how old Ms. Kelly was, but she had been
teaching at his school for two years, so he estimated her
to be about twenty-five or so. She looked younger, and
one of Alan's friends once remarked that she wouldn't
look out of place on the high school's cheerleading
squad, waggishly adding that she would raise the
standards of that squad considerably.
When the bell rang to release the class to lunch Ms.
Kelly asked Alan to stay after. As Alan approached her
desk at the head of the classroom he felt that strange
buzzing in his body again, the same one he felt in the
hospital with the old man, but this time it was
concentrated in his head.
After the class had exited Ms. Kelly busied herself with
some papers on her desk, leaving Alan to wait quietly.
This was part of her classroom management strategy,
making a student wait after he or she had wasted class
time by either inattentiveness, as in Alan's case this
time, or by disruptive behavior. She thought to herself,
"That Alan usually pays attention, I wonder if there's
something going on with him. Most of the boys I catch
daydreaming are usually staring at my legs, but he seemed
to be staring into space. I'll ask him if he needs to see
the counselor."
"Did you say something, Ms. Kelly?" Alan asked. He could
have sworn she had just told him to see the counselor,
but wasn't sure she had spoken to him.
"Pardon?" she asked back.
"Did you just tell me to see the counselor?" he asked.
"Did I?" she thought. "Could I have been speaking aloud
while thinking?" Figuring she had indeed mumbled the last
of her private thoughts she looked up at Alan and said,
"You know, Alan, that might not be a bad idea. Is
something troubling you? You seemed to be out of it
today, and that's not like you."
Alan thought about it, and though he knew that she was
referring to the incident when she caught him thinking
about the Seed, he also knew that he was staring at her
throughout the second half of the lesson. He grasped for
an excuse.
"I was visiting my grandfather in the hospital yesterday
and I saw the man in the next bed die." That was a good
one, he thought, and it had the added benefit of being
true, well, at least part of the truth.
She swiveled in her chair and put her hand on Alan's,
expressing her sympathy about that traumatic event, and
then asked about his grandfather. Alan told her that his
grandfather wasn't expected to live long, the doctors and
nurses were just keeping him comfortable in the face of
the inevitable. She rose and gave him a light hug, just
to show that she cared.
She really wasn't supposed to have physical contact like
this with students, but she felt that in this situation a
little hug wouldn't be inappropriate, and Alan had always
been a respectful and conscientious student, one of her
best. She just pressed her head up against his shoulder,
and clasped his left hand with her right.
"Wow," Alan thought, "I should have told her some sob
story months ago. I wonder what it would be like to kiss
her."
Immediately the light buzz in his head intensified, and
Ms. Kelly tilted her head up, running her pink tongue
over her lips. Her head came forward and she stood up on
her toes, her hand at the back of his head, leading him
into her. Alan stood about four inches taller than his
teacher and angled his head down to meet her lips. Her
tongue shot into his mouth, caressing his gums on above
his upper teeth before snaking past into his mouth,
stabbing his tongue and licking the roof of his mouth.
They both moaned softly and Ms. Kelly's arms came around
his body, pulling him into her. Alan hoped no one would
come into to spoil this.
At that moment, walking down the hall towards Ms. Kelly's
classroom was Judy McClould, assistant principal of Harry
S. Truman High School. She and Ms. Kelly had planned to
meet for lunch that day, but just as she was about to
reach the classroom she stopped. Without knowing why she
turned on her step and went back to her office, carrying
her brown bag lunch.
Alan was in heaven. The most beautiful woman he knew was
passionately kissing him, holding him close. He could
feel her heartbeat in his chest, though he wasn't
completely sure it was hers he was feeling, and not his
own, and her hands were exploring his back with an almost
frantic abandon. He brought his hands up to feel her back
and hold her, and her tongue became more frenzied,
exploring every corner of his mouth. But when he dropped
them down to rub her behind, she stopped suddenly and
pulled back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked
archly.
"Me? I didn't do anything, Ms. Kelly. You kissed me."
"You better get going. Right now." She was still
breathing a little hard. Alan hesitated, and Ms. Kelly
repeated, "Now!" So he took his leave.
* * *
There were only two periods after lunch, and Alan was
even more distracted than before. Not only was he still
puzzled about his encounter in the hospital, he couldn't
wrap his mind around what went down in the English
classroom.
His last period of the day was Physical Education, and he
was so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed the
basketball headed towards his head as he ran down court.
It didn't hit him that hard, but it unbalanced him, and
he tripped over his own feet, his head striking the gym
floor with a sickening sound.
The coach ran up to him, but he was already hauling
himself to his feat, telling his friends that he was OK.
The coach had told his friend Greg to take him to the
school nurse, and no amounts of Alan's protests could
dissuade him.
"What's up with you Alan?" Greg asked. "The whole day
it's like you're in a daze. Hello? Earth to Spaceman
Alan?" Alan just told his friend that he was distracted
by his grandfather's condition, and Greg left it at that.
Because the nurse made him lie flat on a cot for more
than an hour he missed the final bell and the hallways
were nearly silent as he walked back to the gym to change
into his regular clothes.
After retrieving his stuff he realized that he needed to
get a couple of textbooks from his locker before heading
out to the hospital for his daily vigil. As he turned the
corner to reach it he bumped into Ms. Kelly. Startled,
they paused for a moment. Alan began replaying the kiss
in his mind, remembering the soft feel of her lips, how
her body shuddered in his arms, her perfume.
"Oh, ah, Alan. I'm, eh, glad we ran into each other.
Could you come back to the classroom. I need to speak
with you. Alone."
Ms. Kelly was almost stuttering, and she had a vaguely
unhappy look on her face. Alan followed her back,
enjoying the view. When they reached the classroom Ms.
Kelly locked the door. She was almost red-faced about the
lunchtime events, and she did not want any stray person
in the hall hearing what she had to say to Alan.
"Alan, I don't know what came over me before. I've never
done anything like that with a student, and I don't want
you to get the wrong idea about me. Just know that
nothing like that will ever happen again."
Alan was just staring at her. She wasn't sure she was
getting through. Alan wasn't listening because he found
it hard to concentrate with the object of his desire so
close, and that damn buzzing in his brain had returned.
Fighting the buzz, the only thought running through
Alan's mind was, "She's so damn hot. What I wouldn't give
to fuck her." All of a sudden Ms. Kelly's felt very warm,
and extremely amorous.
She stepped up to Alan quickly, embracing him tightly,
tilting her head up into a heated kiss. Alan was almost
as shocked as earlier, but he knew better than to turn
down a good thing. He pulled her into him, and they once
again began exploring each other's mouths with their
tongues.
This time Ms. Kelly's moans were louder; though when Alan
cupped her ass after thirty seconds of necking and she
pulled back he thought it was going to be a replay of
what happened during lunch period. This time however Ms.
Kelly had pulled away so she could get her hands free to
unzip her skirt. Alan's head was spinning. The buzz he
felt had receded and he was astounded by the vision
before him. Ms. Kelly was now pulling her sweater over
her head, and her face was flushed red. She quickly shed
her blouse and was standing before him in a white bra and
matching panties. "So hot.I'm so hot," she kept
repeating.
She stepped forward, pressing her body into him again,
reaching out to pull his shirt out of his pants. She ran
her hands under his shirt and up his chest, groping him.
Their heads came together and they were kissing again.
After a minute she pulled her head back and then leaned
into him again, licking his ear.
"Take me, Alan. Right here. Right now. I need you to, to,
uhh, uhhh, so good, that feels sooooo good." Alan had
unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor between them,
her nipples hard, rubbing against the fabric of his
shirt. Her tongue shot into his ear and she moaned again.
"Get undressed, young man. Now!"
As he lifted his shirt over his head he felt her opening
is belt. By the time he had tossed his shirt to the
corner of the room she had zipped down his fly. He
unbuttoned his pants and she frantically pulled them down
along with his briefs, and then knelt before him, untying
his shoelaces.
Once she had his shoes off he lifted his legs one after
the other and she shucked his pants off around his
ankles. Swiftly she rose, pulling him into her again, her
nipples raking across his chest. She was sweating, and it
served as lubrication as she slid her body up and down
her chest. "Touch me Alan.I'm so hot.I'm hot for you.
Please?"
Alan picked her up and sat her down on the edge of her
desk, then he leaned over and began suckling at her
breasts. "Oh, Alan! That's so good. You know how to touch
me. You know how to make me feel good." Her head tilted
back, and she let out a low-pitched moan in pleasure.
Alan put his hands at her hips and began to edge her
panties down, and Ms. Kelly wrapped her arms around his
neck for leverage and lifted her ass off the desk so he
could pull her panties off. Alan stared at her pussy,
admiring the neat triangle of her downy red pubic hair.
Leaning her back so she was prone on the desk, he bent
down and leaned forward so that the backs of her thighs
were resting atop his shoulders. He saw that she shaved
around her vagina, presumably for swimsuit purposes.
The thought of his teacher wearing a skimpy suit made his
blood boil as he advanced his mouth towards Ms. Kelly's
womanhood. "Oh My God!" Ms. Kelly exclaimed as she felt
Alan's hot breath, soon followed by his mouth, on her
pussy. She began shaking and groaning in excitement as
her young student began to eat her out in earnest.
Megan Kelly was by no means a virgin. She had given up
her cherry on prom night, and when that bastard dumped
her not a week later she was crushed beyond belief.
During college she had slept with a few men, but only in
the context of long-term relationships-she had learned
her lesson. Up to this moment she had had five lovers,
but none had ever put his mouth to her pussy. She wasn't
even sure if she had ever orgasmed.
The one thing she was sure of at that moment was that she
was receiving more pleasure from Alan Marshall, high
school senior, than she had ever felt before. Soon her
body was bucking and thrashing wildly, her pelvis rising
up to keep in contact with the lips and tongue of the
young man before her. After just a few minutes the
pleasure became almost unbearable. Her heat started to
shake from side to side, and her speech became
indecipherable.
Alan knew she was about to come. He had only been
intimate with three girls, and had only fucked one of
them, but he knew the signs of approaching orgasm. Ms.
Kelly's body became stiff, her knees bending around his
neck to trap his head in her crotch, and she let out a
prodigious scream: "Yes, yes Yes! I'm coming, Alan, I'm
coming!"
Alan stood up and watched her as she came down from her
orgasmic high, studying her body. He was proud of his
work; her nipples were visibly erect, her body covered in
sweat, and by the looks of her she was hyperventilating.
Her eyes were closed and the corners of her mouth were
curved up in satisfaction.
He leaned over and began to kiss her, first her perky
breasts, and then up her neck, to her face, coming to
rest at her lips. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
She could not stop thinking that about the pleasure he
had given her. Now she was sure-she had never orgasmed
before today. Now she knew what an orgasm was. The
student had taught the teacher. Their tongues continued
to duel, and she began to become more relaxed, her
breathing evening out.
Alan pulled her to an upright position, and then sat
beside her on her desk. Their hands began roaming over
each other again, and naturally her hands made it down to
his cock. Alan was nervous. His cock was a respectable
six inches, and while that was good enough for high
school girls, he was worried that it wouldn't be enough
to satisfy the goddess who sat beside him.
At that moment he felt the buzzing in his head intensify,
accompanied by a similar tingling in his penis. He
shrugged the feelings in his penis to his excitement, but
when he looked down at his crotch the sight amazed him.
Ms. Kelly was masturbating him, and his cock was just to
the point of full hardness. His cock looked much bigger.
First he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but
he put his hand down next to it to get a reference to its
length, and it seemed to be half again as big, nine
inches. It was also growing thicker than before.
Alan couldn't wait to try his new cock out, and he new
exactly who the correct test candidate was. He extricated
himself from Ms. Kelly's ministrations, and had her lay
back again. She knew what was coming, and couldn't-
wouldn't-object. Alan stood between her outstretched
legs, guiding his massive cock to her pussy. When he made
contact, he rubbed the head up and down her wet slit,
teasing her, just a little.
He knew that he couldn't hold out much longer with out
penetrating her. Ms. Kelly began whimpering softly, her
eyes looking up at him expectantly. "Put it in me, Alan,
please. I need it, I need you now.so hot.I'm so hot."
Alan shifted his weight forward and head of his enhanced
manhood penetrated his lovely teacher. She sighed loudly,
and then began to gasp as he pressed himself inside her.
"So good, Alan, so hot."
When he bottomed out she let out a soft growl. He held
himself still within her, reveling in the sensations. Her
pussy felt like it was rippling around his shaft, her
legs crossing around his back, holding him in place. She
looked up at him again with a look of half-love, half
lust in her eyes. Alan looked back at her. He was afraid
he was going to pop off right then and there, and he
desperately hoped he could hold out for a while. He
noticed that his head began tingling again, but again
shrugged it off to the excitement of the moment.
Her legs relaxed a bit, allowing him to begin a sawing
motion. He gradually built up speed, and was fucking her
with a great deal of vigor. All of a sudden her body
seized up again, becoming stiff. She threw herself
forward and slammed her crotch at his dick, impaling her
pussy to the root. "I'm coming, Alan. You're making me
come again. Oh my GOD!"
He could feel her pussy spasm around her cock, and the
sensations overwhelmed him, loosing his seed in her
pussy. She was hyperventilating again as Alan withdrew
his manhood from her, lifted her into his arms, and
carried her to the back corner of the classroom, where
there was a couch.
"So," he asked, "Was it as good for you as it was for
me?" She gave him a glowing smile and rested her head
against his chest. They cuddled, fondling each other
lazily. Alan heard footsteps in the hall and hoped that
no one was coming to investigate Ms. Kelly's cries of
passion.
* * *
Mr. Stanton, Alan's physics teacher, was headed out to
his car when he heard the screams. He followed them
around the corner to the door of Ms. Kelly's classroom,
and was about to enter. Suddenly he stopped, paused for a
few seconds and couldn't remember why he was where he
was. Making an about face he headed to the main entrance,
walked smartly to his car and went home.
* * *
Alan buried his face in the crook of his teacher's neck,
lightly kissing her pale white flesh, and getting soft
coos in response. He could stay this way forever he
thought. "That was so nice, Alan. I could stay this way
forever." Ms. Kelly's words jolted him from his reverie.
He turned his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was
4:15. If he didn't leave soon, his parents would make it
to the hospital before him. He rose and walked back to
the front of the room, gathering his clothes. Carrying
them back to the couch he told Ms. Kelly he had to go,
and she embraced him, pulling his mouth to hers. She gave
him a deep kiss, and they separated. Alan walked with her
to her desk and they got dressed.
"Uh, Alan?" she said when they were both dressed, "We,
ahem, uh, still need to have that talk." She didn't know
how she got herself into this situation. She had taken
him aside to tell him that the kiss earlier that day was
a fluke, a one-time thing only, and she ended up fucking
him. It was the most satisfying, strike that, the ONLY
satisfying sexual encounter of her life.
Alan turned from the doorway to wait for her to continue,
but she was suddenly speechless. He advanced at her,
taking her into his arms, bending down a bit so he could
kiss her neck. No words came to Megan Kelly at that
moment. All she could think of was that she was in love
with Alan Marshall, an eighteen-year-old boy. He was
kissing her neck, and the pleasure was dripping through
her body, like that time she broke her leg and was
attached to a morphine drip. Alan was like a drug.
She barely missed the morphine when they started her on
Tylenol, but for some reason, she believed Alan would be
a harder habit to break. She reached around his body and
clasped his butt with both hands. She felt his lips and
tongue on her neck pick up their pace and sighed. Alan
backed away, explaining that he was expected at his
grandfather's bedside.
"Can we talk about it tomorrow?" he asked, and she could
only nod in response, words continuing to fail her. "OK,
Ms. Kelly, see you then."
As he left the classroom Megan wondered if Alan knew
where she lived. She sat at her desk and stared off into
space. After a while she heard the honk of a car horn in
the parking lot, and that brought her out of her daze.
She looked at her watch, and was amazed that it was
nearly five o'clock. Gathering up her things she check
the room for signs of their coupling, decided there was
nothing noticeable, and left.
On the short drive home she decided to cap off this
fantastic day with a nice, long bubble bath.
NEXT CHAPTER: Alan begins to connect the dots.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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