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Chapter 1: Second Chance
"God! That hurt so much!"
I have expected the pain but expectation and realization didn't always match. I could barely keep focus on the connection and the enhancement I was trying to achieve. After what felt like an eternity, the enhancement was completed and the pain subsided a little. I lugged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. My nose was bleeding and my vision was a blur. It took some effort to clear my head and focus on the image in the mirror. The reflection I saw suggested I was 15 years old again. I stand about 5'8", with black hair, light skin, and a slim runner built. The reflection before me was so innocent. All the scars and wrinkles from many years of war were all gone. Nothing about me would suggest anything out of the ordinary. I was just another average teenager.
There was a loud knock on the bathroom door. "Hurry up or you are going to late for school!" said my mom.
"I will be right out!" I yell back. I rummaged through my backpack to find a few books and my class schedule. That didn't really help at all since I don't remember where any of these classes are located.
When I got to school, I rushed for the main office in hope that I can find a copy of the school map. My mind was still in a daze and I didn't really see where I was going. I ran at full speed into another boy, knocking him over. I got up and started to apologies, but I couldn't believe whom I saw. It was him! This boy looked exactly like him! I reach out, grab the boy by the neck, and lifted him off of the ground. Years upon years worth of hatred was boiling through me that I wanted ripped his head right off. But the expressions on his face stopped me. It was a look of pure terror but also of immense sadness almost like getting manhandled by others was common in his life. I lowered him to the ground and continued that apology I started earlier.
"I'm really sorry about that," I said as I picked up my books. "I'm a little out of it."
He was scurrying around like a scared little mice picking up his books. He finally managed to respond with, "no harm done. Bye!" And then he was off.
"Wait a sec!" I yelled after him. His behavior was too timid to be the enemy that I remember, but my rational mind knew better that to lose track of him. The resemblance was too uncanny for me to ignore. After a quick sprint, I caught up with him and pull out my class schedule. "Wait, I need your help! Would you happen to have a map of the school? I can't seem to remember where any of my classes are."
"What? You got to be joking". But he could see that I was serious. I was still dazed. "You really need lay off the weed man. I don't have a map on me but I'll walk you to your classes."
"Thanks a lot! I'm Cameron." I smiled at him.
"I know who you are," he retort. "We have four classes together and you sit right across from me. You must be really out of it. Alright, this way."
I spend the next four class periods as well and the morning break talking to him hoping to find out more about him. It turned out his name was Keith and he lived only a few blocks away from me. He spent a lot of free time reading and studying. I had to admit I found him to be very attractive. I don't know why I haven't notice him when I was younger. He was the same height as I was with long blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile that just make me melt.
At lunchtime, I got weird looks from all the guys I remember were once my friends just because I was hanging out with Keith. I was definitely missing a big piece of this puzzle. I have no idea why Keith was seen as an outcast. He did have one friend though, Alex Feckler, who was a year younger than us. At first, he doesn't seem to want me to join them for lunch. It was almost like he was jealous of my present, but eventually we got along. Though something about him was very familiar. He was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was light tan and his eyes were a little narrow. I would guess that he was half White and half Asian. He had cleanly cut short hair and a nice muscular built. Then it dawned on me, he looked like that jock or I should say that bully, Daniel Feckler. Though I don't remember that much of this age, there is no way I would forget the school bully. And also like he could hear my thought, Daniel came walking by.
"Hey Fags! Are you and your boyfriend talking about cocks again?" taunted Daniel.
"Fuck off Dan!" replied Alex. "Go fuck yourself and leave us alone!"
"Shut up bitch! You are lucky dad wouldn't let me kick your ass anymore." It didn't take Daniel long to notice what Keith was eating. "Oh look, your boyfriend is eating a hotdog. Getting some cock sucking practice in at school huh fag? Or are you imagining it as my cock you're chewing on?"
That self-defeat look on Keith's returned when he heard that. So this was his tormentor. The fear I saw in his eyes earlier. It probably all stemmed from this bully. I had just about enough of Daniel so with one quick kick to his leg; he was bowled over face first into Keith milk cartoon. I knew for sure that would spark a fight but I was determined to teach this bully a lesson.
"You know, you talk a lot about fags and cocks. Maybe you're the one who craving it." It was my turn to torture the torturer. As he got up, there was milk all over his face. "Oh look, is that milk on your face or is that cum? Taste good doesn't it? Want me to add a load to it or do you want to suck it out for me?"
He lunged at me and I easily dodge. His next attacks were powerful and precise. Every punch and every kick was delivered with great force and accuracy. His fighting skill was well established but it was too bad he went up against a war veteran with magically enhanced skills. I was able to avoid his attacks and returned a punch right to his left eye. One of his friends rushed in to strike at me and to my surprise, Alex step in and landed a punch right into his stomach. Before anyone else could do anything more, the teachers came and broke up the fight. By then, there was other students surrounding us. And as expected, we were sent to the principal's office for fighting. The big surprise was Keith was also punished because the school have a `no tolerance' policy. I was as surprise when the principal gave us only one day of detention.
I didn't see Keith after lunch but it turn out I had gym, the last class with Alex. We high five in the locker room and laugh. A good fight seemed to be a great way to establish male bonding. As we were changing, I snuck a peek at Alex and boy does he look hot. He even got a six pack and not to mention that huge bulge in his short. I guessed that his monster had to be at least 8 inches. I tried not to stare at his body as we ran track together. For that two mile run, I learned a lot about him, Daniel, and their relationship with Keith. Keith's family and their family had lived next door to each other since Alex was in second grade. Daniel and Keith were best friends back then and Alex was the little guy that tag along wherever they go. When the Feckler family got divorced, Alex went to live with his mother in Seattle and Daniel stay behind with his dad. Recently, his mom passed away due to cancer and so Alex came back here to live with his dad. That was when he found out all horrible things Daniel has been doing to Keith. Daniel picked on Keith every chance he got. He even beaten up Keith a few times. Daniel has been spreading rumor about how Keith tried to suck his cock for years now. That was why Keith was a social outcast at school. Two months ago, Alex couldn't take anymore of Daniel's bullying and got into a fight with him. Their dad was furious and grounded them for a month.
What Alex said made me feel horrible for Keith. At the same time, I was glad I gave that prick a black eye. As gym was over, Alex and I met Keith for his first time in detention. Normally detention would be mind numbingly boring but it was the perfect chance for me to recollect myself. My mind drifted back to the moments before last night; before I activated the second chance device.
It was six years after the great war. Of the three powerhouses that fought in the war, I was the only survivor. With their destruction, also came the destruction of most of the planet habitable areas. The pyrrhic victory left few human survivors and even less resources for human survival. My surviving scientist had said that a time machine would be impossible to create but a mind projection machine is not. By channeling all of my power into their devise, I was able to overlay my own memories over the memories of my past self. The only memories I have of this time period are only the minor details I still remember of when I was young. With all this future knowledge, I was supposed to prepare my body with magical enhancement to be able reach my maximum potential as quickly as possible. Then I would seek out the other superpowers and kill them before they come into their full power and thus preventing the destructions caused by the great war.
That brought my thoughts back to Keith. He looked exactly like the one who called himself "Frost King". Could Keith really be him? And if so, do I have the heart to kill such an innocent boy? Yes, if it was him, I will have to do it for the sake of the future. However, if I tried to kill him now, it might trigger his own power, and I was not close to being strong enough to handle that. His power might already been triggered but he haven't used it. I needed to know for sure before I do something I would not live to regret. It has taken a good deal of my limited power to tip toe around any possible defenses his mind might have. As I go further and further into his mind, all I saw were the thoughts and memories of a normal teenage boy. The few interesting things I saw was of what Alex told me earlier. Daniel and Keith were indeed best of friends until the 7th grade. Then there was a big mental block holding back some deep painful memories. After that, there were only memories of Daniel hurting him over and over again. The pain was not just with fists but with words; words that he couldn't believe came from his best friend. I channeled more power in an attempt to peer into his mental block and to find out what happened between him and Daniel. That was when the headache kick in and I recoiled from Keith's mind. The headache was a byproduct of the mind overlaid. Using more of my power must have triggered it. My head was swimming and I started to pick up random thoughts from the people who were there. Then one thought caught my attention. It was the fight scene I had earlier but it was seen through Daniel's eyes. It was at the part when I said, "Want me to add a load to it or do you want to suck it out for me?" His mind responded with, "god yes!" before he got on his knees. The headache took its toll and I lost the mental connection.
Detention was finally over and my mind was abuzz from the headache. Alex said goodbye to us as he needed to go meet his group for a project. I asked Keith to walk home with me so we can talk some more. We walk for about 15 minutes exchanging meaningless banter when a truck drove up and out hopped Daniel and the friend who tried to help him earlier. I was able to block Daniel's attacks but Keith took a punch to the stomach and one to the chest and he was down. My rage took over and I tried to call on whatever power I had left to just kill them but that brought on another headache. I felt every blow from those two guys but my headache was much more intense then anything they can throw at me. When I was able to focus again, Dan and his friend were gone. Keith was kneeling over me trying to help me up. There was some blood on me but it looked like I only suffer some superficial wounds.
When I got home, Keith help me took some of my clothes off before going back to the kitchen to get some wet paper towel. I was again reminded of how beautiful Keith was as I watch him wipe the blood off me. He was smiling as he was doing it and I can't help but smile back at him. The innocent on his face, the gentleness of his touch, it made me feel like butterflies were dancing in my stomach. To me, he could not be the Frost King. His heart was too warm and loving. I didn't know how long I was grinning like and idiot while staring at him. He finally noticed and asked, "What? Do I have something on my face?"
"No! not at all!" I felt my face turned red. I could not believe I was blushing. I was acting like a teenager again. This boy was too beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I lean in and kiss his soft lips. At first he resisted a little but soon we both had our arms tightly around each other as our tongues wrestled. He broke our kiss just long enough for us to take off the rest of our clothes off. Then he was back on my neck kissing his way down to my belly button. He reached out to grab my 7 inches cock and wrap his tongue around my cock head. He looked up at me and smile as he slowly take more and more of my cock into his mouth until my balls were resting against his chin. Obviously it wasn't his first time sucking because he knew how to make a guy want to shoot his load right away. With my hands on his head, he began to swallow my cock over and over again. It didn't take long before I was close and I had to stop him. I grab his arms and lifted him on to my bed. There, I began to devour every inches of his body. His skin, his scent, all of it was intoxicating. His cock was around 7 and a half inches with a juicy mushroom head. I sucked on him to my heart's content before moving lower to his ass. I flipped him over, spread his cheeks and dived right in to his beautiful rose bud. He moaned louder and louder as my tongue drilled deeper into his hole. I licked my way up along his spine until I reach his ears.
While I lay on top of him, I licked his ear and asked, "Would you like me to make love to you?"
"Oh god yes" he moan. "Please put it in me!"
I thought about using protection but I was still a virgin at this age so I knew I was clean. I spat into my hand a few times as I added a thin layer of energy into the saliva. When I applied it to my cock, it provided a thin layer of protection like a condom but it also became as slick as any good lube. I lay back on top of him, kissed his neck as I slowly enter him. I hooked my arms and pull him up into a doggy style position. I began to piston in and out of him slowly, savoring the feel of his tight hole. He started to moan and begged me to fuck him harder. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pounded his firm ass. After 5 minutes of taking my hard cock, he started to moan uncontrollably. The next thing I knew his ass became a vice grip on my cock as he came hard all over my bed. I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed his hip, slam deep into his ass and flooded his ass with my seeds.
Once we got clean up, I was on cloud nine, but he wouldn't look me in the eyes. He just said he was late for dinner and he had to go. I tried to ask him if there was anything wrong. He just told me that he had a great time but he had to go now. The next thing I knew, he grab his backpack and dash for the door. I was heartbroken and confused. Did he like me? I have to get to the bottom of this tomorrow.
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