Neighborhood Watch: The Adventures of Dick Ryder by Candy Nytes Page B

with her
body.
    I cleaned up the spilled milk but I wasn’t
crying over it. Janet might have if she realized how much cum she
had just made me waste that could’ve been enjoyed by her. But
there’d be more. Much more. These were my gifts. Let me tell you
about them.
    By the time I was a man – 18 year’s old – I
had been blessed with two gifts. Well, actually two main gifts but
there were subtle gifts wrapped inside of these two major
gifts.
    You see, when I was on the cusp of puberty, I
think I was around thirteen, I lost both my parents in a motor car
accident. This is not a gift. This is something I still haven’t
come to terms with. But that’s for another story.
    The thing is, I was in the car too, sitting
in the back seat. I don’t remember how it happened but I remember
the car rolling down a steep cliff. I was thrown out the front
windshield. That’s why I call this one gift my super power because
I felt, as time almost stood still, and I remember this clearly, it
seemed like I was flying over the side of this cliff like
superman.
    That seemed to last minutes. Until I ended up
smacking into a tree and the rest I don’t remember until days later
when I came out of a coma.
    Doctors said it was a miracle I had lived. I
wished I had died at the scene, at that time. I had massive brain
injuries and they didn’t think I’d learn to walk or talk again. I
overheard them saying this to my aunt who took me in to live with
her.
    Well, as the weeks wore on, things just got
better. One day they figured I should try some rehab to start
walking. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to the rehab
gym. When I got out there I just stood up out of the chair and
started walking around like I had been doing it all my life.
    Same with talking. I hadn’t been able to talk
for weeks, until that incident in the wheelchair. When I got up to
walk I was so excited that I started whooping and screaming in
glee. Weird. Another miracle they said.
    Well, I would have given up both my miracles
to have my parents back.
    I know what you’re thinking: “Great, a couple
of nice miracles. But that ain’t enough to make a super power.” And
you’re right. But bear with me. I’m getting to that part.
    It was a couple of years later when I
realized the gift that I had actually received from my brain
injury. I had read stories of other people gaining really weird
gifts. Like, there was this one guy who had never had a music
lesson in his life, and all of a sudden after a similar brain
injury he just sat down at a piano and started playing Mozart and
Beethoven. Like a virtuoso, though.
    Other victims had been blessed with all sorts
of artistic powers. The more I read; the more is seemed that these
gifts came in the form of some sort of artistic or creative
talent.
    I really wanted one. A gift like this. But I
couldn’t draw to save my life. I bought a guitar and listened to
some Top 40 but I just couldn’t play worth shit. So I gave up,
bummed out that I didn’t have anything special from my accident.
Nothing except being “normal” and losing my parents. Teenage angst
or whatever you want to call it, it sucked.
    Then it happened. I was 15 years old and 3
months. I had just started seeing this girl. Her name was Veronica
Bonadaccio. She was also 15 and she was my first girlfriend.
    We’d been dating about 6 months and all she’d
offer of herself was some necking and letting me fondle her boobs.
I wanted to eat her pussy and have her suck my cock. But she just
wasn’t going for it.
    Let me take you back to exactly how it went.
Here’s the scene.
    I was at her place. Her parent’s place; and
we were downstairs on the couch watching a movie. I think it had
Arnold Schwarzenegger in it or something. Some sort of science
fiction action thriller.
    I was necking with her. My cock was hard and
it was leaking cum in my pants. I could feel little drops of my cum
oozing from my tip. I was an experienced masturbator by this point
but I