Message-ID: <1188eli$9706032200@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc ) 01/10 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 05/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Kinetics 101 or Why should Telepaths have all the fun?? Chapter 1 Pink Flamingo My name is Joshua Kalen. Ta Dah! * Big thrill huh *. For twelve years of my life I was Joe Nobody. I was in the dictionary under the word; BORING. At thirteen, my life changed. I found out how different I was from everyone else I had ever met. My mother had always claimed I had a guardian angel. Falling objects seemed to miss me. If I forgot how hot or dangerous something was it didn't seem to matter. At the last instant it would seem to jump away from my hand or body. At thirteen, the headaches started and I thought I would soon be joining the angels. For two months I wished I could die and my family thought I was possessed. I lay there moaning and groaning. Objects in the yard, house, and bedroom with me seemed to be in a playful mood as I cried in pain. The chairs in my bedroom seemed attracted to the ceiling. The pink flamingo in the yard twirled like a top. The silverware in the dining room, downstairs, marched around the table like toy soldiers. My comb and brush had dueling matches above my head. I wasn't aware of any of this. I was suffering. Late one night, with a radical Catholic exorcist worrying at the foot of my floating bed, it all ended. They say that everything got very still. My body went totally rigid. Four lighting bolts struck a tree in the front yard. I sneezed. The lights went out in the entire county. I woke up and was totally headache free and seemingly back to normal. Everything had gone back to the way it was. Even the flamingo had finally stopped spinning. Thre was a four minute blurb on the TV station about insufficient planning by the power company and some fried relays. For the most part everyone forgot the whole strange affair. Everyone but the exorcist and I that is. The exorcist joined a Moonie cult. I have to live with what I've become and what I can do. At 13 years of age, I was suddenly a fully functioning telekinetic, (I could move things with my mind). My powers didn't suddenly sprout full grown from my body and mind after that night. The difference between what I could do then and what I can do now can be measured by my degree of control and the magnitude of what I can do. I was able, with practice and a couple of years of experimentation, to control when and how my power activated. Before that night, my powers had seemed to be in a defense only mode that I couldn't govern. The degree of telekinesis and the magnitude of what I could accomplish with it, would take me years of practice and experimentation to fully evaluate. At first I could make small things tip over or shake. Later I worked up to levitating small items. By the time I was eighteen I had developed my skills and mental muscle to the point where I could throw 15 tons around, without breaking a sweat. With concentration, I could crush a diamond or stop a butterfly in flight without moving the dust on its wings. I even appeared to have control down to the atomic level. I could almost feel individual atoms if I concentrated. I determined to not experiment at this end of my powers until I knew more physics. I would hate to cause some weird type of fission or nuclear reaction by mistake. One of the aspects of my telekinesis that I worked longest to perfect was the ability to form constructs purely of telekinetic energy. These constructs could take any shape my imagination could provide, bullet, shield, ladder, whatever. Once constructed, my mental creations, maintained their substance for about five minutes, unless I dissolved them or kept renewing them. All of my mental constructs were invisible and I found that by laying a telekinetic force field around myself that I could be invisible too. Light entered one side and exited the other with zero reflection or distortion. Luckily I didn't learn about that aspect of my capabilities till after I had gotten out of my horniest adolescent years. As it was, there was a constant internal battle for many years. Scared me: * Keep it a secret, hide what you can do, if someone finds out, you'll end up dissected in some government lab. *. Horny me * What could it hurt to pull Amy Jophers panties down and skirt up for just a second??? I probably won't get caught. *. Scared me * Probably isn't good enough! *. Horny me: * Damn!! *. I spent a lot of time by myself out at the old quarry, working on my powers, reading comic books, science fiction and the occasional shoplifted Playboy. Comic books had some of the best ideas for the uses of Psionic powers. Green Lantern gave me some great ideas for mental constructs. The Comics tended to ignore the details of how the powers worked. I didn't have a power ring with an instruction manual. I wasn't that lucky. I had trial and error. Luckily I never had to question why something worked when I figured out how to do it once. I assumed that my peculiar mind somehow tapped a huge power source that my mind was letting me manipulate. I could live with that idea. I would probably never know how my powers really worked though. I just had to hope that my powers didn't have some huge negative effect on others or me. The problem with comic books for a horny kid was that the telepaths and mind manipulators seemed to have all the fun. Telekinetics like Justice of the New Warriors or Sue Richards of the Fantastic Four or Jean Grey of the X-Men just seemed to make shields and annoy people. Mesmero, The Purple Man, The Puppetmaster, The Ringmaster, The Controller, The Shadow King; all the bad guys, that got to zap the good guys or good girls' minds and make them into helpless puppets seemed much more interesting. They were always beaten by the hero by the end of the book. For a few seconds though, Wonder Women, Marvel Girl, Mary Marvel or the Scarlet Witch was theirs to do with as they pleased. In comic books, telekinetics almost never got the girl or guy. I wanted to change that. I was very interested in girls. I didn't want to force them to like me, but I wouldn't fight them off if they had shown some interest in me either. Unfortunately I was everything that girls didn't seem to want; medium height 5'9", thin as a rail, brown hair and eyes, bad complexion, a nerd with glasses and no social skills. Part of my problem was a nervousness and insecurity about what would happen if someone discovered what I could do. Nightmares of being caged and school kids yelling FREAK at me were not uncommon. My Junior year in high school I finally worked up the nerve to share my secret with a young girl who was my equal in school. We were both considered weirdoes. Her name was Tempest and she believed she was a witch. She had started hanging out with me at the quarry and we talked. She talked about her dreams and what she knew about witchcraft and I talked about comics and what a loser I was. Eventually I felt I could trust her and I showed her what I could do with my telekinesis. She didn't freak and she didn't suggest I was Satan. I was really impressed. It was her idea that I use it on her. She wanted to see if I could touch her in places that I couldn't see. Weeks of experimenting and trying things that worked and discarding things that didn't soon had me a talented mental masseuse. For some reason, I'll never understand, it never really got overtly sexual between us. We were friends and we trusted each other. I had developed a sort of empathic awareness of her when she was in my telekinetic grip and I just knew when to stop and when she wanted more of something. I could bring her to orgasm or tickle her for half an hour without ever touching her physically and somehow, for us, it was enough. I really thought that when we became Seniors we might actually move on to having physical sex. I know I wanted to, and I suspected that the only thing holding us back was our fear that it would destroy our friendship. In one of those weird quirks that are supposed to mean something, but don't; she was killed in a car accident by some woman who's screaming kid had distracted her at just the wrong moment. I went back into my shell. Tempest became my ghostly conscience. My conscience told me that sex would be nice but I had a lot of growing up to do. I was pretty morose so I agreed with her. After all, she had been able to tell when Mr. Jenkins was going to throw a pop quiz just by recalling her dreams. It hadn't seemed to help her grades any though. I really missed her, so I practiced with my powers a lot, hoping she would be proud of me. Another year went by. When I went off to college I was still a virgin. My resolve to never use my powers to help me with my sexual frustration was really weakening though. Once I had escaped from my small town to a large college campus where no one knew me, I decided to remake myself into something that the female population might find more attractive. I joined the college karate team. I began a total exercise regime. I purchased a whole new wardrobe with the help of a 'with it' cousin. I exchanged my glasses for contacts. I got my hair styled. I changed my diet and cleared up my skin. The karate and exercise bulked me up from a scrawny 140 to a buff 185. The karate classes also taught me discipline, perseverance, strategy, and self worth. They gave me a new attitude of confidence and assurance. I was much more comfortable with myself. I now had some male friends, but female company still eluded me. I had this feeling that at eighteen, every one else had been dating for six years and I had never even held a girls hand. Being shy and unsure of women in general, I usually asked out the shy girls I knew. This never seemed to work. Total rejection. Sometimes the girls even seemed afraid of me. After asking one girl out for a lunch date and receiving the standard rejection, I broke down and asked her why. "You're really nice Josh and you must know your good looking (total shock to me), I can't really explain it but.... ummm I guess I feel threatened by you. I'm pretty sure your not some crazy or something but when I'm around you I get this feeling that you are reining yourself back that your like really powerful or something and it...... well it scares me." she tried to be nice about it. She seemed compelled to give me the rest of the bad news, "Some girls really like powerful guys, it's a real turn on to them. I can't explain it but you just seem to have, like this really big strong aura around you, like you could do anything. I'm sorry Josh but, I'm pretty shy and I know I'm not that pretty or anything. Maybe you should be trying to date girls that are more...well...... you know, sure of themselves, prettier, more confidant girls.". Obviously my powers were leaking out enough to be perceived by people I was close to. They could feel at some instinctive level that I could do devastating things with my mind. What the hell could I do? Maybe the prettier more self assured girls would find my "powerful aura" attractive, but my lack of any social standing at college meant that I didn't interact with those kind of girls very often, if ever. I was also still severely intimidated by beautiful women. I was almost ready to give up on girls and become a eunuch when something happened that changed my life forever. I got to be a hero or as close to a hero as I could achieve. Hero turned out to be a four letter word but their were some definite perks. 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