The Missile 4
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 1: Lunch and Press
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1: Lunch and Press - The fourth 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
We walked over to Nell and Mr. Jeffreys, who were coming this way to meet us. Nell gave me my cell phone and my camera, the one that HAD been in my pack. I’d forgotten completely about it. It had been found on the grass after we entered the Portal.
We gave each other a ‘public’ hug while Cindy gave her daddy a more personal one, then we traded partners. Nell and Cindy did another hug. Mr. Jeffreys and I just did handshakes.
He asked “How did it go?”
“Pretty easy, this time. Everyone did their jobs, and no one got hurt. However, and Eric warned us about this, every time you go back to the same Portal, they add some. More opponents, more ‘bosses’, and so on. The four of us in Team Newbie have enough experience that we could handle the amount that we saw the first time by ourselves. We would have had trouble with the amount we saw this time, though, if we didn’t have Eric and Margie, and it’ll be worse the third time we go in.”
“So, what will you do next?”
“We gotta decide. I think it’ll either be giant ants or giant spiders. This one is easy and safe for us, now, but we won’t grow going into it over and over again. We need to go in different Portals. We’ll talk about it during lunch and tonight. Shower first, though. And Cindy is saying that you’re going to be a jerk and say we can’t shower together. It would save a lot of water!”
“Yeah, you already know I’m a jerk. Maybe in three years, when you’re married.”
I just nodded. He was a jerk. My phone said it wasn’t even noon yet. We’d gone in just before 10, and we were out again in under two hours. “Is everything set for tomorrow? I’m going there early to paint spots for people to stand on so they aren’t clocking each other by accident.”
“What about on purpose?”
“I can’t fix that. Um, Mr. Jeffreys?”
“Yes?”
“I talked to the State Police yesterday. They will NOT be there tomorrow, so we’re on our own for security and crowd control. I’ve been wondering if I should ask you to wear your sidearm.”
“Is that legal?”
“You know? It actually is. I told the Troopers I was going to ask you to. One of them started cursing about those idiots across the street at the state capitol building who had made it legal. Anyway, if they don’t like it, they can show up and provide security and crowd control for us like they’re supposed to. Okay, I’m not as gross as last time, but I need a shower and some clean clothes. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Something we did NOT discuss in front of others was the elephant in the room, my relationship with the women in his house. He knew that I was interested in his beautiful 15-year-old daughter, she was interested in me, and as a 16-year-old shit I only had one thing on my mind. We’d had a serious man-to-man conversation just a few days ago and I’d reassured him about Sally, his other daughter. I was focused on Cindy. Sally was only 13, and I had no interest in her at all.
Sally had made it clear that she was interested in me, though, going as far as calling dibs on me at their dinner table if Cindy and I ever broke up. Was she serious? Or was she just pretending to be interested in me to annoy her sister and get her father’s goat? Me and her father, as mere men, had no way of knowing. Of course, Sally may not know yet herself.
Cindy and Sally were both human teenaged females. By definition, they were evil witches with an instinctive drive to exercise their powers over men. Their father was their favorite target, of course. So, as Cindy’s obedient pet, I supported their ongoing campaign to give him ulcers and flirted with them both whenever he was around.
There were limits, though. I didn’t want to get shot. I tried to not even look at the other two women in his home, Cindy’s mother and grandmother. Both were good-looking for their age. Both of them were not even on my radar as available targets, though. I had Cindy and she had me, and I flirted with Sally just to amuse her and annoy her dad. That was it.
That was the official story. Cindy’s mother really was off the table, too. She’d told me and my mother bluntly that she was happily married. Her mother, however? Cindy’s maternal grandmother? She was recently widowed, needed a man, and was sniffing around Cindy’s father a little too much for marital harmony.
Right there in a closed room with Cindy on my lap and my mother watching and listening, Mrs. Jeffreys had basically given her mother to me as the best solution to all the problems. Cindy had her man, Nell had a man, and she stopped a threat to her marriage. I’d asked Nell what she wanted, and right in front of my mother she had knelt at my feet and asked me to let her serve me for the rest of her life.
No one outside of that room knew that, though. Specifically, Mr. Jeffreys knew that Cindy was going to be spending every possible free moment with me until she got laid, but neither he nor Sally knew that Nell was supposed to be taking care of me during every other moment. They just knew that I needed to get around for my job, I didn’t have my own car, and Nell was bored so she had volunteered to drive me and Cindy where we needed to go.
THAT was why we had both Mr. Jeffreys and Mrs. Jones waiting for us, when we got out of the Portal. We in Team Newbie were all walking towards the cars, and of course I got in Nell’s car since she was driving me around. Once my pack was in the back seat, we were in, and our seatbelts on I asked about the camera I still had in my hand since I didn’t know what to do with it.
“It was laying on the ground after you went in. Aaron picked it up and I’ve been carrying it ever since, waiting to give it back to you.”
“Well, it HAD been in my pack, and I’d forgotten about it. I guess we know now that it isn’t going to do the job. I’ll have to tell the team. And Jim.” I sent the texts and just set the camera down on the front seat. What could it do, that my phone couldn’t do? Nothing, apparently, since it couldn’t go into the Portals. Just like my phone.
When we parked the four of us walked into the hotel together. And then Nell and I walked to our rooms together, since they were next to each other. After that, well, no one could tell who was in what room unless they had an override card.
Okay, we stretched Cindy’s instructions a little, since she had never actually climbed in the shower with me. She’d stood outside it while I showered and helped dry me off, though, and that was close enough for me. As soon as the hotel room door was shut I told Nell “Okay, wife #2, this is our home for now, we’re home, and you are very overdressed.”
Nell had no interest in a strip-tease act. I’d given her instructions, and by the time I looked up from taking my shoes off she was lowering her last item, her panties. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Nell below her waistline, but it was the first time I’d had a chance to get a good look. No, not as pretty as Cindy but she looked pretty damned good to this teenager who had never been laid! By the time I stood up so I could get the rest of my clothes off, my opinion of her was pretty obvious. And getting uncomfortable.
Her interest was pretty clear, too. She had two dark brown pencil erasers trying to point at me. God, I loved those things! They were pretty droopy compared to Cindy’s, but they were more fun to play with than any toy ever invented. They swayed, they bounced, they flopped when I played with them. And Nell lost her mind when I tried to nurse.
I got my shirt off so we could hug. It felt SO good to have those things pressed into my chest. When I let go, Nell knelt down and reached for my belt buckle. YES! Of course yes. Always yes!
Shower first, though. As Dr. Subba had pointed out, there was a mounting pile of evidence that us Weapons, or Hunters, or Divers were immune to any pathogens we might run across in the Portals. That should not be taken to mean that there were none, or that the rest of humanity was immune from anything we might have brought back. Shower first, dammit.
Nell joined me in the shower. Okay, showering together was a lot of fun, but it wasn’t anywhere near as fast as two people showering at the same time but separately would have been. She had to bail out when I shampooed my hair, though. It wasn’t what I wanted, but to everyone else she was just my ride. She hadn’t just gone into a Portal to fight monsters. She didn’t need to have wet hair when everyone saw us come down for lunch after my shower.
By the time I got out, Nell was dry. She dried my body while I dried my hair, and she ended up down on her knees drying my legs and feet. Okay, NOW you can do that.
Nell is SO good!
Cindy’s only experience was with me, several times now. She probably wasn’t very good, but how would I know? At first, my only experience was with her, and she was great! By now I knew the difference, though.
When Cindy gave me head, it felt wonderful but I could get up and do whatever within a couple of minutes if I had to. Nell had spent 30 or 40 years as a virtual sex-slave to a man who demanded expert service from her. When Nell gave me head, it was a religious experience and I couldn’t even stand up for ten or fifteen minutes afterwards.
She got dressed and went down to lunch while I recovered. To the rest of the world, she was just my ride, right?
My boss, Jim Milton, ALPRA’s Assistant Director for Training, was down there with Nell, Cindy’s father, Eric, Matt, and George. I assumed that Cindy and Margie were still drying their hair and fixing their makeup. I asked for coffee while I looked at the menu, decided what I wanted, and then looked at Matt and George.
“Matt, George, did you get that email about training tomorrow?”
I got “Yeah, I’m going.” and “Yes, I did. I’m going, and I told you that a couple of days ago.”
“Right. Sorry. I need coffee. I’ve got school. I’m a Hunter. I’ve got a girlfriend, which means I don’t have any free time to think. I’m working for ALPRA setting up stuff like that training. Oh, and I’ve got a mother who wants to see me occasionally. Mr. Milton, do you...”
“Jim.”
“Jim, do you need us for anything this afternoon? I’m going to Birmingham in the morning, and as much as I’d like to lounge around here all day I really should go home tonight if you don’t need us.”
“I set up a small press conference for 5 this afternoon. You can go after that, if you want.”
“I’ll see what my Mom says.” I turned to Eric. “Eric, are you going?”
“I can if you need me.”
“Well, we still don’t have the State Troopers taking care of security and crowd control. I’ve asked Mr. Jeffreys to wear a sidearm as he runs the training, and I thought I might ask you to help out some at the gate as a bouncer. This is a state facility, but it’s not a public facility, and we can tell people coming in that they can leave their guns in the car. They’re showing up for quarterstaff training, not pistol training.”
“Do you want me to open-carry?”
“I think so. You’re there as staff, ‘charged with protecting life and property as appropriate’ is the way the State Trooper I talked to put it. Yes, carry, and yes, open.”
“Are you expecting more trouble?”
“I have no idea. ‘Better to have and not need, than to need... ‘“
“Yeah. Okay, sure. It might be overkill, but we don’t know yet.”
“No, asking for three armored cars would be overkill. I’ll wait until we actually have a riot with several people getting shot before I ask for that.”
Eric turned to Jim. “Jim, can we get some kind of letter from ALPRA hiring us for security, so we’re covered if something happens?”
Okay, yeah, that was a good idea.