Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Extra Sensory Perception, MaleDom, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A story of a young mans growth into his mental powers and the worlds response to it

The Bermuda triangle is just a patch of water but it is a patch of water that has conjured many a story and many a conspiracy due to the number of ships and aircraft that have been lost to it. Theories about magnetic disturbances or supernatural forces reaching out from that expanse of sea abound as do conspiracies about aliens using it as a base to kidnap unsuspecting earthlings to become their play things. Most right minded people dismiss such wild speculation and conjecture after all everyone knows that aliens live at Roswell and the supernatural only happens in Haiti.

A very few people though did have the idea that behind every good myth there is a wild story, behind every wild story is a grain of truth. But the Bermuda Triangle, what could that grain of truth be?

Mike first began to sense that there was more to the world than what his eyes, ears and nose told him when he was very young and as he grew from childhood to adolescence this sense of something else grew. It began with silly things, for example he would know when someone wanted to him, he got so in tune with the thoughts of his mother that he would often be at the back door a moment before his mother was going to call him. Another feature about the way his mind worked was that it was incredibly hard to deceive hi, when someone lied to Mike it was like a klaxon going off in his mind, it literally hurt his mind when people kept telling him fibs. This was a particular problem for Mike as he discovered very early on that adults lie to children all the time, they might be little lies to protect him but the discomfort in his mind was something he would have to learn to live with.

On his fourteenth birthday this sense of something else reached such a staggering climax that he simply could not deny it any longer, he knew that he could do something that others could not. It was during that birthday party, the party that he really wished his parents had not thrown for him, after cutting the cake, opening the presents and all that stuff that it happened. His life was going to change and he would begin to embrace the power of his mind.

Looking across the room Mike saw Katrina walking towards him, of all the girls in all the world, this is the one that he most wanted to recognise that he actually existed. Not that any girl every wanted to be around Mike, he was not overweight, he was not aromatic, he was not nasty, bullying or overwhelming instead he suffered the worst disease of any teenage boy, he was shy around girls. So the fact that Katrina looked at him, met his eye and then walked towards him was a moment to remember, a date in the diary or simply put a miracle.

With a simple happy birthday, Katrina leant forward and gave Mike a birthday kiss, a birthday kiss which lasted more than a moment, involved some movement on the lips, pressed firmly together and yes even a peek of a tongue across Mike's lips. It also included a swelling Mike's groin area which left a delicious feeling of wanting more. It was here that Mike's extra sense kicked in and proved to him that he could sense more, more than what he could see, hear or smell. He simply heard a delicate female voice which sounded exactly like Katrina say, 'hmm not a bad kisser, shame he is not datable, still at least I won the bet, is that his cock swelling?'

In panic Mike separated, red faced he took swiftly about turned and walk away leaving a rather confused young girl behind him. The conflict of emotions swirling through Mike, his first kiss, his hard cock the humiliation of knowing he was kissed for a bet where all there but the strongest emotion of all, confusion, how the hell was he able to hear what Katrina was thinking?

Mike had always heard a general hum of people around him, even when in the peace and quiet of his own bedroom he could hear or sense the general noise of people and if he was speaking to someone again he would be able to sense something from them, he was very good at picking up on lies for example but this was the first time that he could honestly say that he had clearly heard something. Before it had be easy to rationalise what he was hearing or sensing as simply an over active imagination, but this time it was clear and undeniable in his mind. He heard what Katrina was thinking!

His embarrassment about his erection soon vanished, teenage boys soon got used to dealing with the fact that their penis had a life all of its own, the pleasure in being thought a good kisser soon passed and the fact that he was not datable was not a shock to him instead he stayed focused on two things, two things which nearly made him run and hide, firstly he was hearing voices and secondly he was being kissed on a bet! Hearing voices is generally thought of as not a good thing, there are places people who hear things are sent, drugs they are forced to take, so admitting it to anyone was out of the question, but how can you prove you are hearing voices without being certified as insane at the same time?

Secondly, being kissed on a bet was more than slightly annoying, after all that was his first proper kiss by a girl, not by his mom or by his sister or even by his slightly odd but very pretty aunt. It was the first time he was kissed by a girl who he really wanted to kiss back, who actually he wanted to do more than kiss. A girl with a finely developed ass, a firm pair of breasts and a delightfully wicked smile. Instead she would only pay him any attention on a bet and this was annoying and deeply frustrating.

Still, what is a man to do, his erection subsiding he went back out to his party and immediately spotted Katrina and her posse of friends giggling away with his sister. His parents looking around and smiling when he came back out of the house. Determined to get back into the party, Mike went in search of Philip and the rest of his mates, a bit of basketball would be ideal to work out his frustrations. So the day went on, no sudden flashes of insight, instead some hard work on the basketball court (well front lawn) and some cleaning up when everyone had gone before falling into deep slumber, probably dreamless or at least no dreams to remember from that fateful day when Mike began to realise, perhaps he was a bit odd and perhaps, just perhaps this mental gift is something he could use to make his life better.

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