The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Preface
Coming of Age Sex Story: Preface - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
‘Missile 1’ and ‘2’ Recap - If you read them just skip this
Hi, I’m Samuel Alfred McGowan, the ‘Missile’ to my buddies because of my initials. For better or worse, I’m a ‘Weapon’. Or a ‘Hunter’ or ‘Diver’; some people say there’s a difference while other people say they all mean the same thing.
Everyone knows that, on August 1st this year, two things happened. First, at midnight, every single portal on Earth -as far as we can tell- dumped out ten of their first floor’s ‘Bosses’. And, as everyone knows, they caused an immense amount of mayhem all over the globe.
I mean, there are portals that we hadn’t found yet, that we located by back-tracking the monsters that came out of them. What’s worse, there are portals that we know have to exist because they produced those monsters, but we haven’t found yet. How can we secure them, if we don’t even know where they are? We know that they are going to keep causing trouble...
Even the ones we knew about? We weren’t prepared for this. What were a pair of Army MPs, you know they are the junior ones on their team or they wouldn’t be the ones on duty at midnight, going to do when ten four-foot-high poison-spitting spiders come out of the portal they’re guarding?
Yeah, they mostly just died. Along with all the helpless housewives and grocery clerks and Jiffy-Lube mechanics the monsters caught before they got killed. It was a pretty big mess, and the whole world blamed each nation’s militaries for claiming the Portals but not making them secure.
At the same time as the August Outbreak, one of every hundred fifteen-year-olds got a Weapon. Almost a million around the world. Fifty thousand in the US. Seven hundred, give or take, in Alabama. About 25 in my county. I grew up in Attalla, but nobody knows where that is so I just tell people I’m from Gadsden. It’s our county seat, and it’s big enough that you can find it on the map. We’re on I-59 almost halfway up from Birmingham towards Chattanooga.
I’d been asleep and didn’t even know what my assigned weapon was. When school started and they announced that none of us ‘Weapons’ would be allowed to participate in any school-related athletics programs, I’d made a pretty public stink. I mean, my only real chance at a college education was to get a scholarship to pay for it, and to do that I had to do well on my school’s varsity baseball team. If I couldn’t even be ON the team because of this, I was screwed.
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