Touched 3
by Redkage
Samson’s eyes fluttered open as he slowly woke up. Already he felt energized and prepared for the day’s events. Something about a good night’s rest after hours of hot passionate sex just invigorated Samson the next morning. Lying in his king sized bed, he stretched out his arms and legs, enjoying the feeling as his various muscles bulged and flexed what little tiredness was left. Finally feeling ready enough, Samson threw off the covers, swung his legs around and jumped out of bed. Since he slept in the nude, it was a grand sight to see his body unveiled and then lurched into motion like that. Sunlight streamed through curtains of his window to bask his masculine body in a golden glow. However, the quick movement caused Samson’s 11 inch semi hard manhood to flop and thwack his thigh, making him very aware of his morning woody.
Samson smiled as he looked down at his mini-erection. Waking up with a stiff dick was actually pretty normal for him. In fact, he would even feel a bit uncomfortable if his dick wasn’t at least partially hard. After all, he was a big muscle bound stud and with all that extra testosterone, he needed to release some of the tension every morning before he exploded later. So intent on dealing with his little friend, Samson walked into the bathroom attached to his room and positioned himself in front of the toilet. Then, like a welled oiled machine he grabbed his big meat with one hand and began to masturbate. Although his hand was big enough to palm a football easily, even he could not wrap his hand entirely around his thick meat. That didn’t stop him however as he rubbed his erection. He started slowly, enjoying squeezing his strong dick with an even stronger grip. As he went deeper into jacking off, he imagined Logan standing in front of him naked, rubbing Samson’s strong muscles, telling him how hard and strong he was. The more he imagined it, the faster his hand rubbed against his dick until finally he shot his load into the toilet bowl. Samson gritted his teeth to prevent himself from roaring out in pleasure like he usually do during sex. His parents were just downstairs, and it would be embarrassing if they found out that he jacked off every morning after he woke up.
After he finished cumming, Samson flushed the toilet and then jumped into the shower. He didn’t bother turning the cold knob. Instead, he blasted it on full heat and allowed the hot water to strike his body. Samson grabbed the soap and lathered up his body, feeling his own muscles. Eventually it became a lot less about getting clean and became more and more about himself. He cupped his huge pecs, loving how heavy they felt. Gingerly, he passed over his two erect nipples, moaning a bit as he felt a small shock run through his body. Lower down, he traced each block in his abdominals, proud of the definition he had achieved even though he never actually went through a diet. Girls swooned at the sight of that eight-pack and he just loved lifting his shirt to flash and flaunt them a bit. After rubbing himself a bit, he decided to instead focus on the water itself as it crashed against his body. He could almost fell every droplet of water flow through every crevice and hugged his every curve. The heat from the hot water would just be absorbed into his even hotter muscles, making him feel even more energized.
Eventually his hands found their way back to his dick, which started to get hard again. This time grabbing it with both hands, Samson jerked off fast and hard and in a few moments he shot his load onto the shower wall. He cleaned up his mess by simply readjusting the showerhead to wash away the cum, then he shut off the water and stepped out. He dried himself out with a towel slowly. He had to make sure to dry every single inch of his glorious body. He didn’t bother drying his hair, however. He wasn’t like one of those prissy boys who spends an hour on their hair like some girl. He never needed to touch it at all, even after he wakes up. Somehow, his hair always looked fresh cool without him even trying. There was no point in fixing something that didn’t need any, after all.
To confirm this, Samson looked into the mirror and liked what he saw. The mirror reflected back to him a perfect stud, with a flawless tanned skin and a gorgeous face. He had very broad shoulders, which helped allow his huge 50” chest to grow. Many of the guys keep on asking what kind of diet Samson was on, but he would always deny it. Samson always ate as much of whatever he want as he liked, and he never gained a single pound of fat. All he did was a few sit ups and crunches, and his ripped eight pack abs just popped out on his 29” waist. His thighs and calves were proportionally developed to the rest of his body, of course. You couldn’t have the perfect body if your lower half was smaller then your torso. As a finisher, Samson raised one arm and flexed, watching as a 19” peak pop out. If vanity was a sin, then he was probably one a one way trip to hell.
Finally Samson tore himself from the mirror to move back into his bedroom. If he wasted any more time, he will be late for school. For a guy who spent a lot of time servicing his own body, Samson sure didn’t give much thought as he grabbed a random shirt and jeans from his closet and pulled them on. No matter what he wore, Samson always made it look smoking hot. Today it was a tight black shirt and faded jeans that looked great. It showed off his arms nicely, and it allowed him to display his front bulge without being too obscure. Grabbing his bag, Samson exited his room. Upon opening the door, a large golden retriever stood up from his spot in front of Samson’s room and looked up at him with his tail wagging.
“Mornin’ Boomer.” Samson crouched down and scratched his dog behind the ear. Boomer responded by licking Samson’s wrist. “Ha ha, cut it out, that tickles.” Samson laughed. He gave Boomer a rub on the head before he rushed down the stairs with the dog close behind him and entered the kitchen, where his parents were seated around the table eating their breakfast. Immediately Boomer went to his bowl in the corner where a fresh can of dog food had been deposited into with some bacon and sausage on the side.
“Morning Simon.” Samson’s mother Karen said as he sat down. She was an average looking woman with long curly dark hair and eyes. Many people remarked at how she and her son looked nothing alike, though Samson still doted on her. She was really sweet and always had a smile on her face. It was hard to believe that this woman was a single mother who had to work two jobs in order to raise her son. Samson’s father died unexpectedly a month before he was born, so Samson grew up without knowing a father. Despite all the troubles of being alone, Karen still pushed forward and gave her son everything he wanted. Samson couldn’t ask for a more loving mother, who would put herself through so many hardships to make her son happy. It was a very good thing that Karen met such a successful second husband though.
“Did you sleep well?” Karen asked, bringing Samson back from his thoughts.
“Yea mom, I slept okay.” Samson gave her his usual answer with a faint smile. He always slept well after a day of fucking, but he would never tell her that of course.
“So how is your team doing, sport?” Sam asked. “You think they’ll be ready for the game this weekend?” Sam was a tall 6’5” man with short brown hair and a nice 230 pound muscular build. He was handsome, strong and intelligent, everything Samson could ask for in a true father figure. Although Samson now overshadowed his hero, he still loved Sam very much. He made his mother very happy, which was all that Samson really wanted.
“We’re doing great!” Samson grinned. “Everyone on the team is in the top of their game this year. All we have to do is win the game next week and we’ll be going to state.”
“That’s awesome, sport!” Sam said as he slapped his stepson on his broad back. “Your mother and I will be there to cheer you all the way. Isn’t that right honey?” Sam looked across the table and beamed at his wife.
Karen blushed and looked down at her plate. “Of course we will.”
Boomer raised his head and barked in agreement before focused his attention back to his food.
Samson glanced over at Sam and then at his Mom. “Should I eat on the go to give you two some time?” Samson said jokingly. Sam laughed and Karen blushed even harder. Despite being married for five years, the two of them still acted like a young couple.
After finishing his breakfast, Samson kissed his mom goodbye and then headed off to school. The school was actually a little far, but Samson didn’t mind at all. He would just do a few stretches on the front porch and then jogged to school. It was a beautiful morning for a jog. The skies were clear, but it wasn’t too bright or hot. He kept a steady pace, but if he wanted to he could sprint all the way there without even breaking a sweat. Samson had more speed and stamina then the best runner on the track team. In fact, he actually shaved the school record by a few seconds without even pushing himself to hard. Many different school sports teams begged for him to join, but Samson’s first and only love would always be football.
“Hey stud, how’s it going?” Someone yelled out as their car drove by Samson.
“What up Samson!” Another fan called out.
“Hey Samson, looking good!” A group of girls giggled as he jogged past them.
Samson’s grin broadened as more and more comments were made. He was the center of attention, and he loved it. He was a high school celebrity, a sports hero. There wasn’t a day that he didn’t get praised or worshiped. Sure it sounded like Samson was a bit conceited, but he was actually pretty nice and humble. Though he had to admit, it made him feel really good whenever someone said nice things abut him.
After a few minutes of jogging down Samson’s gold paved route, he finally reached the steps to his school. There he was greeted by everyone, football buddies, cheerleaders, jocks and even some nerds. Except for a few exceptions, everyone generally loved Samson, both metaphorically and literally.
“Enjoying yourself much?”
And here was one of those exceptions now.
Samson took a deep breath and turned around. Behind him was a tall senior wearing a tight navy blue shirt and some jeans. He had smooth dark hair and brown eyes that gave him a ‘dark and handsome’ vibe that drove girls wild. He was as tall as Samson was but was just a little thicker then him. The guy had at least ten pounds on Samson, which were eleven more then what Samson would have liked. Behind him were two burly guys who, although were nowhere near his league, would still back up their leader.
“Hello Riley.” Samson spoke as calmly as he could muster. “Is there anything you wanted to insult about me today, or were you just trying to have a friendly conversation?”
Riley Warden; football player, rival and Logan’s older brother. A senior at school, Riley was captain of the varsity football team and star quarterback, just like Samson. He was Samson’s equal in many qualities; Tall, handsome, muscular, intelligent and popular. Everything Samson was good at, Riley seemed to match point for point. When it came down to the wire, the two would compare each other over the tiniest difference in order to prove their superiority over the other. It came as no surprise to anyone that a bitter rivalry formed between the two jocks. Although Riley still had a slight advantage of a few centimeters of height and ten pounds of muscle, Samson countered by stating that according to the school records, Samson was much larger then Riley had been when he was Samson’s age and that soon Samson would be even bigger then the present Riley. One time the coach of the varsity football team offered Samson a position. Samson flatly refused it, however, since being on the varsity team also meant working with Riley. When Riley heard of the offer Samson had received, he went into an all out rampage that left the football team from Hudson High physically battered and mentally scarred. For over two years the tension grew more and more intense until they reached a point where they were both ready to break out and fight. Now, normally Samson was a docile enough person off the field, but Riley seemed to bring the worst out of him.
“Friendly? Don’t make me laugh!” Riley sneered at Samson as he put up his act of being better then him. Similarly, Riley’s two teammates crossed their arms over their barrel chests like a pair of bodybuilders. “As if I’d ever act friendly to a fuckin’ cheater like you.”
Samson could feel his blood begin to boil. The day had barely started and Riley was already using low blows. If there was one thing that Samson hated more then anything, it was being called a cheater. “Why do you keep on calling me a cheater? I’ve worked hard to reach where I’m at, fair and square!”
“Ha!” Riley laughed without losing that sour expression on his face. “That’s what you think, you god damn fake. The only reason you got as far as you did was because you stole it from someone else.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Samson took a step forward. The deep rivalry between them was just aching to break out into an all out war, and right now Samson was really tempted to make the first move. All he had to do was get in one good punch and he’d-
“Samson!”
Samson tore himself from Riley to see who had called him. Running down the steps was Sophie, a stunningly beautiful sophomore girl. She had long black hair which she kept in a neat braid, a soft face with a delicate chin and gentle brown eyes. She was a bit shorter then the average girl, but there was a kind of gentle aura around her that made Samson felt rather calm and relaxed whenever he was around her.
Behind the girl was Howard, a guy that was the same age as she was. He was a little above average sized in terms of both height and build. He had a nice, swimmer’s frame and messy long brown hair that was actually very attractive in its own way. His face was very strong handsome, though not as handsome as Samson’s own perfect profile.
Samson’s attention was brought back to Sophie as she pushed her way between Samson and Riley with a determined look on her face.
“Stay out of the way Sophie.” Riley walked up to her and looked down into Sophie’s face. He was easily a foot and a half taller then the small girl and far outweighed her. Even though he was putting up an intimidating front, he seemed to lack his usual cocky attitude, though. “This is between me and that piece of shit, so stay out of it.”
Sophie stood her ground however as she bravely stared up into Riley’s face. “If it concerns my friends, then I’m staying right here between the two of you until someone gets expelled for fighting on campus. Now, I don’t know about any of you, but if it were me I’d walk away and keep my record clean.”
Riley’s nostrils flared as he looked down on Sophie. However, he seemed to have calmed down for the most part. Finally, he broke away from her with a slightly pissed off look on his face. He stomped off sulking, with his two buddies trailing behind him.
Sophie watched Riley leave until he entered through the school doors, then she turned to face Samson. “Well?” She asked.
Samson shifted his stance uncomfortably. “Well what?”
Sophie arched an eyebrow.
“Alright, I caved in.” Samson’s front broke down. For some reason he could never keep up his cool image around her. “It’s just that he pisses me off so much, insisting that I’m a god-damn cheater all the time and today I really just wanted to wipe that stupid smug grin off his face just once.”
“Are you sure you weren’t aiming to break his nose instead?” Sophie crossed her arms, the whole appearance making her seem like a scolding mother.
“Well…” Samson trailed off.
Sophie gave a small sigh. “Howard, you say something to him.”
“I don’t think anything I can say will change things.” Howard scratched the back of his head. “The rivalry between varsity and junior varsity was already pretty bad before any of us enrolled here, but Samson and Riley take it to the extremes. I’m surprised the two star football captains haven’t drawn blood yet. The whole school is practically divided between the two of them, and I don’t think a few words will fix that.”
“I guess you have a point.” Sophie sighed again.
“Hey, it’s not my fault.” Samson muttered. “Riley used to be great whenever I hung around his place when I was a kid, but when I saw him again last year during football tryouts all of a sudden he hated me. I just can’t figure out what I could have done to make him hate me so much. Or…or Logan, for that matter…” He felt his heart skip a beat when he said that. He had told Sophie about some of his problems concerning Logan before, but he still felt uneasy whenever he did so. Something about Sophie made him want to open up completely and tell every single detail about his obsession, something he was trying very hard to hide.
“Hard to say.” Howard saved Samson from what could have been an awkward moment. “I have a few guesses though. You said that you haven’t seen him in about five or six years, is that right?”
“Yea,” Samson nodded, “His parents said he developed some sort of medical condition and had to be sent away out of state for awhile. I didn’t even know he had come back a year after he left until I saw him at the Freshman Orientation ceremony.”
“Well, five years is a long time, Samson.” Howard pointed out. “People can change a lot during that time. Just because you two were friends during preschool doesn’t mean you’d be friends again today.”
“I know that.” Samson hung his head. “It’s just…I really missed him, and now he hates me so much. And I don’t know what I’ve done to make him so mad.”
“Cheer up, Simon.” Sophie used Samson’s real name as he reached up and patted him on the shoulder. “There’s a whole school full of people who’d like to become your friend.”
“None of them will be as special as Logan is.” Samson said without thinking. Then he realized what he just said out loud. “I mean, er, Logan was my very first friend after all.” He said quickly to cover up any hints of his attraction.
“Why are guys always so stubborn.” Sophie shook her head. “But, I guess your determination is one of the good qualities I admire in you Samson, even though you can take it to the extreme.”
Samson grinned foolishly at her. “Thanks…I think.”
“What are friends for?” Sophie flashed a small smile. “Anyways, I’d better head to first period.”
“I’ll walk you to class.” Howard stepped up next to her.
“Why, thanks Howard.” Sophie smiled again. As the two began walking back up the steps, Sophie turned her head back towards Samson. “I guess we’ll see you later Samson. “Oh, and by the way, good luck on the game next week!”
“Thanks!” Samson waved cheerfully as he watched them climb the stairs. Near the top of the steps, Howard reached over and held Sophie’s hand as they went though the school’s entrance. Samson couldn’t help but smile at the cute couple. Couples were actually pretty rare in the school, so it was rather nice to see two young students in love with each other. The main reason behind this was that many young women made themselves single and available for a chance of a one night stand with Samson. There were even some girls that broke up with their boyfriends if someone as so much as hinted that Samson was even the tiniest bit attracted to them. It wasn’t as if Samson wanted this to happen, but he did have a pretty nice reputation in bed.
Too bad the one person Samson was really interested was a guy that hated him.
Samson let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his blonde hair before he started out for his class. If things didn’t improve for him during the day, he could always work out his frustrations during football practice. It probably wouldn’t be fair for the other guys, but at least they were sturdy enough to take a beating.
* * *
“…brought forth a rebellion, which would in turn lead to the French Revolution that will-”
Logan flinched in his seat as he felt Jacob Miles poke him in the back again. Just ignore it… He told himself as he tried to pay attention to the history teacher. His eyes flickered to the clock on the wall as he counted the seconds slowly click by. Why the hell did the teacher need to use slides? A dark room was the perfect place for all the class jackasses to pick on him. Though, even with the lights on it still didn’t stop those jerks from messing with him.
“…Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence, which was based on the writings of-“
Logan felt something small and wet strike the back of his head, most likely another wad from Gary Montgomery. He could recognize that quiet snickering from anywhere. Ignore it…just ignore it… Logan repeated to himself. He planted his eyes firmly on the image of Thomas Jefferson displayed on the white screen.
“…Was signed on July fourth of that year. However, what most people don’t know is that the signing was not officially completed until-“
Abruptly something wet was shoved into Logan’s ear, followed by a familiar jolt passing through his body. Instinctively Logan jerked away as hard as he could away from the wet wily and Jacob’s unsuspecting finger. The motion caused him to fall out of his desk with a loud thud, causing every eye in the room to turn and look at him.
“What is it now, Mr. Warden?” The history teacher said with a weary tone.
Logan took a deep breath as he picked himself up. “Sorry sir, I fell out of my chair.”
“Ugh…” The teacher pressed his hand against his balding forehead. “Just be more careful Mr. Warden. You may not care if you’re failing, but I have other students to teach then to waste my time with you.” This brought forth a small chorus of snickering from the class.
“Sorry sir.” Logan gritted his teeth. “May I please be excused to the bathroom?”
“Again?” The teacher gave a tired sigh, “This is the fifth time this month you’ve disrupted my class to go to the bathroom.”
“Sorry sir, but I really have to go.” Logan insisted.
“Fine, fine, do what you want.” The teacher said. “Just make sure to be back before the bell rings.”
“Yes sir.” Logan turned and walked quickly out of the room as the whole class giggled. As soon as he stepped out into the hallway, Logan broke out into a sprint for the bathroom. Quickly he burst inside and quickly checked all of the stalls to make sure no one were in any of them before he locked the door. Now that he was securely alone, Logan stepped in front of the sink and looked in the mirror.
The mirror reflected the image of a loser. At only 5’4” tall, Logan was smaller then most of the girls at the school, but he was nowhere near as pretty or attractive. His auburn hair looked sickly and unkempt, and his face was covered with acne that scarred his unhandsome face even further. His arms and legs were like two pairs of sticks with clothes draped over them. It was no wonder that every bully in the school loved to pick on him. Oh how he wanted to fight back and teach them a lesson, but there was no way he could. He had absolutely no muscle or strength whatsoever. He was weak. weaker then the nerdiest nerd in school, if there was even such a word. It made him frustrated that everyone could easily overpower him and make what’s left of his life a living hell.
Even so, no one deserved the same fate as he did, no matter what they did.
Logan let out a deep breath and set himself to what he came there to do. He rolled up one of his sleeves up to his elbow and then peeled off his glove. Underneath were some tightly wrapped white bandaged around the entire length of his forearm. After he undid the knot, he then unwrapped the bandages around his arm until the skin was exposed.
It was a horrible sight to see. From the hand all the way up to the elbow there were scars. Some were old and faded. Others were fresh and fairly new. They were all almost identical, the same shallow, horizontal cut that encompassed his entire arm.
Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out his portable ceremonial knife that he carefully kept concealed. He pressed the switch and watched the red blade snap out, gleaming like blood under the bad lighting.
“I am Loganos.” Logan said in a soft voice. “As one who has been cursed by fate, I break my ties with thee, and sever the bond between us.” Logan took a deep breath and quickly slashed his arm shallowly. The moment the first drop of blood was spilt, Logan felt his stomach turn sour, his head spin and final something that felt like a stab in his heart that made him gasp out in pain. Gripping the edge of the sink, he barely managed to keep himself standing as the feeling passed. Shaking, he washed his knife clean with some water from the sink, placed it back into his pocket and then wrapped the bandages around his arm once again before pulling his glove back on. After finishing, Logan stood there breathing heavily as he tried to regain himself. It was getting harder for him every time he did the L’Den Neros, the Severing Bond ritual.
While Logan stood there, his eyes wandered to the red Falhan Kyn mark over his heart. No matter how many times he performed the ritual, he would always look at that dreaded sign. It was a warning to all other Kin-Lam to avoid him. It was the mark of someone who was cursed until death. It was symbol was a reminder of what he was, and what he would always be.
An outcast.
Logan took a deep breath as he prepared himself to go out again. This was his life now, so he had no other choice but to accept it.
“It still bites though.” Logan muttered to his reflection just before he headed back to class.
Kin-Lam Vocabulary and Origin:
Kin-Lam: Children of Creation; Name of the race as a whole. Composed of the terms kin (family) and lamb (an innocent animal)
Kin-Lam Vuran: Kin-Lam Community, usually divided by city and lead by a group of councilmen.
Tyr ‘d Lei: Day of Destiny. Event that happens on a Kin-Lam’s Eight Birthday where two children perform the Fel Neros ritual.
Arour Dian: Bonded Partner. Similar to a married couple, though with deeper purpose and meaning. Composed of the word Amour (love)
Fel Neros: Eternal Bond. Describes the connection between two Arour Dian. Performing Fel Neros with a human being will result in the Kin-Lam in becoming a Falhan Kyn
Perhur Geja: Purging Ritual. Ritual used to break the mystical bonds that connects one Kin-Lam from the rest of the race. Sound similar to the word (purge)
Falhan Kyn: Cursed Child. One who performed the Fel Neros with a normal human being. Will have all strength and vitality transferred over to the Arour Dian, as well as those from anyone who comes in contact with the Falhan Kyn Composed of the terms kin (family) and fallen.
L’Den Neros: Severing Ritual. Name of action of breaking bonds between a Kin-Lam and another person. Requires a simple chant and drawing of blood from a cut.