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Natural Awakening -- Chapter 3: Magical Football Practice
My eyes slowly fluttered open and the image of my dark room came into view. So many thoughts swirled through my head, it was enough to make me dizzy. The only source of light in the room was faint moonlight seeping through the blinds of the window. Sitting up slowly on the side of the bed, I rubbed my eyes then glanced to the clock on the bedside table. I was surprised to see that it was two in the morning.
I thought back to the dream, or vision, or projection, or whatever it was that I had just had, and let out a deep sigh. The man had said that everything was real, and in all honesty, it all felt quite real. I slowly stood and walked to the window then raised the blinds before opening the window. It was a clear night, and looking out into the night sky, it was as if I was seeing the world for the first time. Too many stars to count glistened brightly in the sky, creating a majestic backdrop for the moon as it radiated its gentle light. With the window open there was a gentle breeze fluttering into my room. The wind was cool and crisp, hinting of the approaching autumn. As the wind danced across my face, I felt it accentuate wet streaks that had made their way down my cheeks. I hadn't even realized that I had been crying.
So much about the world and my life had changed over the last few hours while I slept. This ability that I have is actually magic. The fact that magic exists in the world was quite a revelation on its own, but that wasn't causing the tears. Somewhere out there, I had another family, and they hadn't forgotten about me. I'm not sure how I knew, but I was certain that the man was my father. What could have happened that separated us, why couldn't he come find me? There were so many questions that were left unanswered after our conversation. He said it was for my protection, which sounded ominous. He said that we had enemies, who were looking for me. What would they want with some sixteen-year-old guy who just goes to school, plays some football, and hangs with a few dumbass friends? What could be so special about me?
I pulled the chair from my desk to the window and sat down, continuing to stare out into the night sky, just thinking. I don't know how long I had been sitting there, but in seemingly no time at all, an orange glow appeared on the horizon, which was quickly joined by hues of yellow and red. Before long the sky began to lighten, and the blanket of stars began to fade. It was the dawn of what for most people, would just be another day, but for me, it was so much more than that.
I could still feel the magical power within me. It wasn't a flicker any more, it was a solid flame that was just waiting to be allowed to grow in to a roaring fire. It was as if I could feel the vast potential that my powers had if I could properly harness them. In order to do that, I would need to practice, but how? I needed to find someplace private where I wouldn't be interrupted, and where if anything got damaged, it wouldn't be a big deal. Location was only one part of the problem, time was also a factor. Football camp was only a day away, and I would be hard pressed to find much time or energy to put into developing my skills with magic. There was one other small detail to think about, and by small, I mean gigantic. I didn't have a teacher.
Anything I did to practice or to learn more about my powers would simply be a result of me bumbling through trial and error. It wasn't like I could put an add out there for a teacher either. Can you imagine putting up a flyer looking for an experienced magic user to tutor a young, inexperienced boy who has recently discovered his powers? All I could do was keep working on my own, carefully, and hope that I could learn more from the man in my visions, my father.
The day passed by uneventfully. I went for my morning jog, played some video games with the guys, and was planning on going to bed early with practice the next morning.
Monday morning, I awoke to the alarm of my cell phone sounding. Unlike the previous week, there were no early rays of sunshine filtering through my blinds. Coach should know that it is cruel and unusual punishment to make a teenager get up before the sun has even started to peek over the horizon. That wasn't going to stop me though, and to be honest I was actually excited about starting football camp.
I climbed out of bed wearing just my boxers, and let my morning wood lead me to the bathroom. I started the shower so the water would have a chance to warm up, then proceeded to empty my bladder. Finishing up, I slid my boxers down and climbed into the shower. I stood under the stream of water, enjoying the sensation and warmth of the water cascading down my fit body. I began soaping myself up, using my hands to spread suds over all over. I started with my chest and arms, then caressed my abs until they too were covered in the fragrant soap. My hand travelled further south, and I started to soap my still half hard dick and balls. I had been very preoccupied with magic and my dreams that apparently weren't dreams, and hadn't really taken care of myself. My dick was quickly hardening as I began sliding my soapy hand up and down its seven-inch length.
Closing my eyes, I let out a small moan as for the first time, a clear image presented itself in my mind. I could see two oceans of blue that were his eyes, his dark brown hair neatly trimmed, and his perfect bright white smile. I began stroking faster as I imagined what his tall lanky body may look like. I had never considered if I was gay or straight. As I said, I hadn't ever had thoughts like this about anyone else before, but I was infatuated. I continued to stroke as I imagined myself caressing his face, before slowly leaning in and gently placing my lips on his for a magical kiss. I tried to imagine what kissing him would feel like. Was there such a thing as a magical kiss since I now knew that magic existed? All too soon I was nearing climax.
"Oh God! Mmm Alex!" I moaned as I blasted shot after shot of my thick, hot, teenage cum all over the wall of my shower. It was an intense orgasm, having something to focus on for the first time, compared to just touching it simply for pleasure. I cleaned up the mess I made and finished washing before climbing out of the shower and toweling myself off.
I quickly dressed in clothes that would be suitable for a full day of football practice. Compression boxers, basketball shorts, and a t-shirt. Though I knew that once it warmed up, the shirt would be off. I opted to eat lightly with only a granola bar, as, if this camp was anything like the JV camp last year, the coach would really kick our asses today to see who had been preparing. My phone went off with a text message from Zach letting me know he was outside. I typed a quick reply letting him know I'd be right out.
"Bye Mom." I said, heading for the door.
"Have fun Honey!" she replied, taking a sip from her coffee mug, still dressed in her pajamas.
Closing the door behind me I quickly climbed into the front seat of Zach's SUV. The back seat sat vacant surprisingly. I buckled up as Zach started backing out of the driveway.
"The other guys riding with Grant?" I asked.
"Yeah. I bet they are late." Zach said with a chuckle.
I just nodded in agreement. Even though I didn't consider myself a morning person, I could get moving pretty easily really, and Zach was about the same. The other three though... Not so much. If they made it to practice on time the first day, they would look like zombies straight out of The Walking Dead, in which case the coach would kick their asses. If they were late, which was much more likely, the coach would kick their asses a bit more than in the first scenario.
Arriving at school just as the first rays of sun appeared on the horizon, there were only a few cars in the parking lot. Grant's wasn't one of them. Zach and I grabbed our things we would need for practice and headed for the locker room. Walking into the locker room with about fifteen minutes to spare, it looked like only about half of the team had arrived so far. Coach was in his early forties, and his hair was beginning to show signs of graying. He had had a successful career in college football, and had even been drafted into the pros. In his first season of pro football, he suffered a tragic career ending injury. Even though he couldn't play any more, he certainly knew his stuff, and was a great coach with a great record. We just called him Coach, but to the other students, he was Mr. Thomas.
Coach was sitting in his office, rocking back and forth on his computer chair with a surly look on his face as he kept eyeing the clock. This really didn't bode well for any of us, but especially for anyone who was late. He ran a tight ship and had warned everyone not to be late. With only a couple of minutes to spare, the rest of the team shuffled in, with the exception of my three friends. I couldn't help but to laugh and groan to myself. It was funny because they were my friends but at the same time, they were going to pay for being late.
"Cutting it a bit close aren't we gentlemen?" The coach said, now standing in the doorway to his office. "Parker! Where are your three idiot friends? I have half a mind to cut them right now!"
"I don't know Coach. We talked yesterday, and they knew what time to be here. Maybe Grant had car trouble."
"Well, they'd better have a good excuse, or they will be running `till they puke!" Coach said with malevolence. "Everyone grab a seat."
The locker room was situated in a big U with the coach's office at the open end. There were wooden benches in front of all the lockers. Of course it had the standard locker room smell. Sweaty, musty, teenage boy smell. The locker room was illuminated by fluorescent lights that were protected by wire cages. If you were looking at the coach's office, off to the right was the restroom and shower area. The showers consisted of four circular pylons with showerheads situated around each of them. Needless to say, there wasn't much personal space in the showers. You would be up close and personal with your teammates while you showered.
"Welcome to the first day of football camp gentlemen." the coach stated. "I hope you have been preparing yourselves for this, because we are going to work hard. Like today, for the rest of the week, you will show up here at 5:30. We will start with some stretching and easy calisthenics. We will alternate between strength training in the weight room and cardio out on the field each day. As there isn't enough room in the gym for everyone, offense and defense will each do one or the other daily. Special teams will be with offence. After that we will..."
The coach cut himself off as the locker room door opened, and in walked Grant, Mike, and Nick. Mike had a breakfast sandwich in his hand from a local fast food joint that was half eaten. Seeing that, I really felt sorry for him at least. I didn't know if the other two had eaten or not.
"How nice of you to join us. Maybe you should apologize to your teammates who were dedicated enough to be here on time, your teammates who you have disrespected by walking in so nonchalantly when you are more than ten minutes late now." Coach said.
"Sorry." The three mumbled in unison, still a bit groggy from the sound of it.
"Sorry Coach." Mike said.
"You don't need to apologize to me son. You guys are a team and will do everything together this week to help build a sense of unity. That includes your punishment for being late."
There was a collective groan in the locker room, with some unhappy looks directed not to the coach, but to the three who had been late. I wasn't particularly thrilled, but I figured it was going to happen, and after today, they sure as hell wouldn't be late again. Peer pressure can be a powerful thing.
"Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Coach continued, "After your strength training or cardio, you will move into skills development where the other coaches will work with you to improve for your position. Don't be surprised if you get moved around once or twice to other positions so we can see everyone's strengths and weaknesses. During the week you will be evaluated by the coaches, and cuts will be made throughout the week if you just aren't up to snuff. We will also be scrimmaging daily to work on different plays and formations. The harder you work this week, the more thankful you will be later in the season. At the end of the week, the coaches will decide who is fist string, second string, and who your team captains will be. Everything you do this week will be scrutinized, and I mean everything, so you better have your acts together."
"Okay guys, you've got five minutes to get your crap together and be out on the field for warm ups." One of the assistance coaches said.
The locker room was suddenly a flurry of activity as everyone quickly got to their feet and started getting everything they needed together. Some guys hadn't come dressed to get started right away, so they quickly stripped down and changed clothes. I could appreciate the fit bodies as the guys hurried to change. Their defined pecks and abs. V's disappearing into the waistband of their underwear. Some of the guys had hair on their chest, some only had happy trails, others appeared to be completely hairless other than their arm pits. Many of them wore compression boxers that hugged their packages nicely, not leaving a great deal to the imagination, not that it would matter. I'd see everything they had to offer in the showers at some point or another.
I didn't have time to stop and gawk at everyone. There was a bit of a hike from the locker room to the field. I exited the locker room with my friends in tow, and we headed to the field at a quick walk. Arriving at the stadium, we walked on to the field. Even though Citrus Hills was a fairly new school in an upper middle class neighborhood, we didn't have an artificial turf field. The grass on the field was well kept, and was a lush green, which in my opinion was more impressive than turf.
The morning sunlight had grown much brighter while we were in the locker room, with the sun now plainly visible in the sky, and only a faint trace of the moon still present. Morning dew stuck to the blades of grass, causing the field to reflect the sun's light, creating an illusion that the field was glowing. There was a light breeze that was cool, and caused my skin to tingle.
The team started off with an easy jog up and down the length of the football field to help wake up our bodies and get the blood flowing. Afterward we spent a fair amount of time stretching before the real `fun' started. Zach and I were on offence, him being a tight end, and me being a receiver. Our other three friends played on defense.
"Okay guys. Per Coach Thomas, thanks to the tardy trio, defense will start with cardio today, and offense will hit the gym. I hope you guys like stadiums, because that's what's on tap for your morning defense." One of the assistant coaches said.
If you haven't heard of stadiums, let me explain the torture that they are. The football field has a track around it that could be used for running laps. With stadiums you did laps around the field but you didn't use the track, you used the bleachers. You would run up the steps on the bleachers, run over the the next set of steps and run down the steps, before running to the next set of steps and running up the steps. You would do this for the entire set of bleachers, up and down, up and down, then run around the end of the track to the other side of the stadium to the other bleachers and repeat the entire process. The coaches could have you run several laps of stadiums. Imagine a stair climber at running pace, then hopping on a treadmill for a tenth of a mile before jumping back on the stair climber again. It was grueling to say the least, and I had a feeling that the defense was in for it big time.
While I felt bad for the guys on defense, the offense had our own work cut out for us lifting weights in the gym. I was fit without a doubt, but lifting weights wasn't one of my favorite activities. We did a couple circuits around the gym at a lower weight, then the coach had us do some max weight to push our limits.
I stepped up to the weight bench, preparing to bench press more than I had ever even attempted to lift before. I was a little worried about being able to safely lift it. Lying down I took a deep breath and got my hands in place. Exhaling, I started to lift the bar. Lowering the bar to my chest, I knew there was going to be a problem, it was too much weight. My arms began to shake with the strain, you could see my veins bulging. Right when I was about to lose control of the bar, I could feel my powers kick in. I don't know if it was instinct or exactly what it was, but I could feel energy surge into my arms. Suddenly, the bar felt as light as a feather. I could have lifted it with a single finger. I had to be careful, everyone else was watching. I couldn't let on that anything had changed. I made a show of straining and pushing really hard to get the bar back up on the rack. I stood up, huffing and puffing like I had really been trying hard.
"Way to push through Parker." The coach complimented. "I'm impressed."
"Thanks coach."
Next up was Zach, and I spotted him as he too strained to lift the weight. Right as he started to lift the weight back up, his arms gave out and luckily I was able to stop it before it hit his chest. I instantly felt the power return to my arms, and I effortlessly lifted the bar back to the rack.
"You okay Zach?" I asked.
"I'll be okay. I may have pulled something."
"Grab some ice." The coach said.
The rest of our time in the gym passed by fairly quickly and we found ourselves back on the field for some work on skills. My first drill was running some ladders while catching the ball, then they had me practice running different routes, and we finished up the skills session with a few ball handling drills. Usually, this would have been pretty hard work, but ever since lifting the weights in the gym, energy had been coursing through my body. Everything I did just felt so easy. I was faster, stronger. I had to be careful not to get carried away, I could have easily done more.
After working on skills, it was time to take a break for lunch. I had brought a sandwich and an apple, trying to keep it light. Zach had also brought his lunch, but most of the team headed to the shopping center across the street to buy lunch at a burger joint, even though we had a scrimmage after the break.
"Park, man, what the hell has gotten into you today? You have been on fire!" Zach said as he took a drink of water.
"I don't know Zach. I've been working hard all summer to be ready for this. I just feel really good."
"Well, if the scrimmage goes like the rest of practice has gone today, we'll be in for quite a show."
"What do you mean Zach?" I asked.
"Park, maybe you didn't notice, but you have been running circles around just about everyone all day. I was busy with my own skills, but every time I looked over, the other receivers couldn't come close to keeping up with you."
"Well, we will just have to see how it goes I guess."
After lunch we were back in the locker room putting on pads for the first time this summer. With the sweltering heat, I didn't bother with a shirt or jersey. With the just the pads on, you could see my muscled arms and defined abs, with a golden trail of hair leading down to the waistband of my shorts. Coach Thomas spoke briefly about the scrimmage, then I grabbed my helmet as we headed out to the field.
We started off by stretching once again, though not as in depth as the morning. I was going to be starting for the scrimmage, with the plan being to switch out to other receivers to see how we all faired. Of course the coach would be calling specific plays so he could see certain things and our skill levels.
We started off with some running plays. Of course I still had routes to run to help throw some blocks for the runner downfield. Then the coach decided to pull a fast one on the defense to see how they would react by calling a play action pass. The play is designed to look like a run but is actually a pass.
The quarterback hiked the ball and I started running my route. Our entire team had a lot of potential, and the defense was on their toes with tight coverage. My route for the play was a post route. I was able to quickly get ahead of my defender, Mike, leaving me open. As I turned for my post, the ball was in the air, headed my way. Mike was one of the fastest guys on the team and started closing back in on me. The ball was well thrown and came right to my chest. I caught the ball with ease, but Mike was on me. As he came to tackle me I felt that familiar energy level rise, with power focused in my legs and arms. With the football tucked firmly against my body, I extended my other arm to stiffarm Mike. When he cam in contact with my arm, pushing him back felt like there was almost nothing there. I was careful not to put too much force behind it, but the results were immediate. Luckily Mike didn't go flying like he had the other day, but he did find himself on the ground as my legs pushed me away and down the field.
There were a few people in the stands watching our scrimmage. Being one of the more successful football programs in the state, we attracted an audience at our practices. They ranged from fans, to college scouts, and even opposing teams trying to learn our weaknesses. When Mike went down, there was some excited cheering from the stands. Mike was really good at his position, which was cornerback. Very few receivers could get a reception when he was covering them, and if they did, they almost never got away.
As I continued down the field, the safety had maneuvered in front of me. I put on a bit more speed to try to beat him. I could have gone faster, but again I had to be careful. It was going to be close. The safety made a diving tackle as a last ditch effort to keep me out of the goal. It happened almost as if it were in slow motion. I don't know if my perception sped up, or what exactly. I could see him coming right at my feet, but I still had just enough time to react. I planted my forward leg and quickly sidestepped the tackle. His outstretched fingers actually came in contact with my cleats, but he wasn't able to grab anything to stop me. After running another ten yards, the coaches blew their whistles to end the play. If it was a real game, it would have been a touchdown. I reached down and helped the safety back up before returning to where the line of scrimmage was.
"Damn Park, sweet moves man!" Mike said, patting my shoulder as I walked past him. I'm glad I seemed to have been able to keep my power in check since he didn't seem suspicious.
"Thanks Mike, you almost had me. Maybe next time." I said.
"Guess I'll have to work a bit harder."
Walking back to where the offense was huddled up, the coaches had come out to provide some feedback on the past couple of plays.
"Parker! What the hell was that, and where did it come from?" Coach Thomas asked.
"Don't know Coach. I've just been working hard in the offseason."
"It has been a long time since I have seen a receiver take down a cornerback like that. Very nice job. I have some thinking to do. Take a break for now Parker, I need to see how the other guys do too."
I jogged over to the sideline and sent in the next receiver. I pulled my helmet off and could feel the sweat rolling down my face. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a few good gulps. Several of the other players complimented me, and I was sure to thank them. I felt a little guilty, having used my powers on the field to my advantage, but half of it was instinct, and the other half? Part of me wanted to see exactly what I could do with my powers, and at the same time, learn how to focus and control them.
The scrimmage ended without me going back in. We'd have all week for the coach to see what he wanted, and he had complimented me on my play today. After going over some things for both the offense and defense to work on and think about for tomorrow, the coach dismissed us and we headed to the locker room.
Once in the locker room, I watched as the guys stripped off their sweaty gear. Having played on the junior varsity team before, I was used to being in a locker room, but today something was different. The smell of sweat and teenage pheromones really made my heart beat faster. Looking at the fit bodies of my teammates was exciting me to no end. I pulled my pads off, grabbed my shower things and towel, then dropped my shorts and underwear. I was a little surprised to see that I was halfway hard. I just didn't get it, this had never happened before!
Walking in to the shower was a feast for my eyes. Watching the water cascade over the muscled bodies before me, soap being applied, appendages being washed. I could feel a tingling in my penis, and glancing down, I had a growing problem. I quickly walked to a vacant showerhead and turned on the water, leaving it fairly cold to hopefully deflate my now hard cock. Luckily it worked. I quickly washed myself and headed back to my locker to dress. I guess I was going to have to be more careful with my gawking from now on. I knew one thing for certain, my poor penis was going to be abused once I got home.
By the time I got home, it was early evening. My parents of course wanted to hear about how my first day of practice had gone. Over dinner I filled them in on the activities of the day, being sure to leave out certain details. Once dinner was over, I was actually feeling quite tired.
Heading up to bed, I took all of my clothes off and climbed into bed nude. I thought back to the locker room and quickly found myself hard once again. I began stroking my seven-inch penis enthusiastically. Quickly I felt myself getting close to cumming, and I found myself once again thinking about Alex. I don't know what it is about him, but whatever it was, I wanted to see more of him. I sprayed my semen all over my chest and abs with the first initial blasts, before the flow slowed to an ooze that ran down my throbbing member, gathering in my short pubes. I wiped up the mess I had made, and set my alarm before quickly falling asleep.
As soon as I was asleep, my corporeal form appeared on the porch of the cabin in the mountains, where my father sat reclined in a chair. While having been here before, it felt even more real on this journey. In stead of feeling like a dream, it felt like I was truly there.
"Hello again Parker. I don't know what you have done since we last spoke, but your powers have grown exponentially. The speed in which you are progressing is almost frightening. No one in history has grown this quickly. This could be problematic. Why don't you take a seat?" He gestured to a vacant chair next to him.
"How can I sit if I am an eagle?" I asked.
"Are you still an eagle? You should now be strong enough to begin to control your projection. With practice, it will become easier."
I looked down at my astral body, and watched in awe as it began transforming into my body. It wasn't truly my physical body, there was a hint of translucency to it, and a faint blue glow. I moved to the chair and sat down next to my father.
"Parker, what a fine young man you have grown in to. It looks like you have your mother's eyes, and yes, she is alive. You will meet her soon, but for now, there is much you must know."