niteowluk2003
01-28-2015, 03:56 AM
There is no sex in this the first chapter as it sets the scene for future chapters.
Loving the Life that I lead.
Copyright© 2015 Niteowluk2003.
Chapter one… An unfortunate accident.
Let me start at the beginning and you will see that even the most unfortunate of accidents can lead to the strangest places. My name is Roy Turner. No I am not famous nor likely to be; nor am I a supersized cock just waiting to pounce; my own measuring seven and a half inches fully erect. I am an average working guy who because of his height has found the best employments to be in security/ crowd safety, you see I am six foot one medium build and with short cropped blondish hair I appear less likely to be challenged than others.
In fact I have spent twenty seven years doing the job I love and that is after working underground in the British coal mines. My security work; has lead me to Germany, Holland and even to Philadelphia in the States, in the fields of close personal protection. But the work I prefer is crowd safety at live music events and this role has led me to meet many celebrities in the music fields.
No I must get back to the story in hand and not deviate to talk about those stars. I was on my way to work at a world famous venue, here in North London, when I began to cross the street when bang everything went black, suddenly I seemed high in the air looking down on my body crumpled at the front of a stationary car; a female whom, I think was the driver was frantically trying to wake me up.
Once again the air around went black and I found myself sitting in a very drab room; I could see no doors and the greyish paint was pealing on the plain walls; there was a deathly silence hanging thickly around the atmosphere of the room. Suddenly a door appeared and I do mean just appeared, on the wall opposite where I was sitting. As it silently opened the room was flooded with a white light so pure that it burned my eyes even through the close eyelids.
A voice seemed to boom all around inside my head as it instructed me to enter the light. No sooner had I stood up I seemed to float towards the open door and once inside the door, it closed and the same voice asked to speak about the plus side of my life. I instantly knew it meant how I lived my life and not about what achievements I had reached.
A force from somewhere inside my subconscious suddenly took control and caused me to speak; I swear I had no control over my vocal chords as they began to tell how as a young boy from a large family I had a good life not rich monetarily but rich with other rewards like family love and support. Suddenly I found myself talking about girls I had known and in particular girls I had dated. I honestly think I could not stop my voice if I had wanted to.
Now as I began; another weird thing occurred; for on one wall of this crazy room, became a screen and my life began to replay as if it were a video recording. I began by recalling my first girlfriend, Mary Wilson and sure enough the images showed us playing in an ash felt yard surrounded on two sides with the back doors of the courtyard houses, on the other two sides were a four foot high wall on one and a row of eight outside lavatories. There was my sweet Mary aged four and suddenly I too was in view aged similarly so young.
Mary and I were sharing sweets and I recalled the incident clearly for I had just finished cadging the sweets from my brother and was teasing Mary that I wanted a kiss for each sweet she had. The scene then darkened and briefly showed Mary aged around eighteen and I never knew this but she was crying and whispering my name. I was really worried now because these images were not my recollections of my past because I said goodbye to Mary when we were both four and a half years old and have never see each other since. It seems Mary had kept her love for me and now in the image she was pining for me to contact her but by twenty years of age, I was getting married to Linda my first wife.
Suddenly the images playing out on the wall ran forward in time to me being 11 years of age and I saw an old teacher of mine, a Mr. Roedeer. I was going into a class room to sit my 11+ exam, {which sorted out the Grammar school pupils from the so called lesser intelligent comprehensive school pupils.} he told me I was wasting my time because my yearly results were nothing to write home about and in a way that attitude of his made me all the more determined to pass the exam. Which indecently, pass I did with the third highest mark in Yorkshire.
Again skimming forward the image settled on a time when at 15 years I had met a girl called Sarah. She was beautiful if I say so myself, mind you I am biased in this instance because I fell totally in love with her. You know that feeling that when you are apart you cannot breathe and yet the time with her flies by so fast. I did not know until too late that she had a coronary condition and passes away aged 16 years. The Images replayed our last meeting when against her father’s orders we had gone roller skating in town. Sarah and I had a great day and somehow Sarah knew she was not going to see the following morning because she wrote me a letter in which she thanked me for treating her as a normal person and not being over protective of her illness. She had also stressed that I should not blame myself and she was truly happy to the very end in having such a caring boyfriend as I and she hoped I would find another true love to make feel special. Had I know about her illness I must confess I would have changed my approach to our dating so maybe it was just as well I never got to know whilst she was still alive.
Still the images moved forward in my life.
Loving the Life that I lead.
Copyright© 2015 Niteowluk2003.
Chapter one… An unfortunate accident.
Let me start at the beginning and you will see that even the most unfortunate of accidents can lead to the strangest places. My name is Roy Turner. No I am not famous nor likely to be; nor am I a supersized cock just waiting to pounce; my own measuring seven and a half inches fully erect. I am an average working guy who because of his height has found the best employments to be in security/ crowd safety, you see I am six foot one medium build and with short cropped blondish hair I appear less likely to be challenged than others.
In fact I have spent twenty seven years doing the job I love and that is after working underground in the British coal mines. My security work; has lead me to Germany, Holland and even to Philadelphia in the States, in the fields of close personal protection. But the work I prefer is crowd safety at live music events and this role has led me to meet many celebrities in the music fields.
No I must get back to the story in hand and not deviate to talk about those stars. I was on my way to work at a world famous venue, here in North London, when I began to cross the street when bang everything went black, suddenly I seemed high in the air looking down on my body crumpled at the front of a stationary car; a female whom, I think was the driver was frantically trying to wake me up.
Once again the air around went black and I found myself sitting in a very drab room; I could see no doors and the greyish paint was pealing on the plain walls; there was a deathly silence hanging thickly around the atmosphere of the room. Suddenly a door appeared and I do mean just appeared, on the wall opposite where I was sitting. As it silently opened the room was flooded with a white light so pure that it burned my eyes even through the close eyelids.
A voice seemed to boom all around inside my head as it instructed me to enter the light. No sooner had I stood up I seemed to float towards the open door and once inside the door, it closed and the same voice asked to speak about the plus side of my life. I instantly knew it meant how I lived my life and not about what achievements I had reached.
A force from somewhere inside my subconscious suddenly took control and caused me to speak; I swear I had no control over my vocal chords as they began to tell how as a young boy from a large family I had a good life not rich monetarily but rich with other rewards like family love and support. Suddenly I found myself talking about girls I had known and in particular girls I had dated. I honestly think I could not stop my voice if I had wanted to.
Now as I began; another weird thing occurred; for on one wall of this crazy room, became a screen and my life began to replay as if it were a video recording. I began by recalling my first girlfriend, Mary Wilson and sure enough the images showed us playing in an ash felt yard surrounded on two sides with the back doors of the courtyard houses, on the other two sides were a four foot high wall on one and a row of eight outside lavatories. There was my sweet Mary aged four and suddenly I too was in view aged similarly so young.
Mary and I were sharing sweets and I recalled the incident clearly for I had just finished cadging the sweets from my brother and was teasing Mary that I wanted a kiss for each sweet she had. The scene then darkened and briefly showed Mary aged around eighteen and I never knew this but she was crying and whispering my name. I was really worried now because these images were not my recollections of my past because I said goodbye to Mary when we were both four and a half years old and have never see each other since. It seems Mary had kept her love for me and now in the image she was pining for me to contact her but by twenty years of age, I was getting married to Linda my first wife.
Suddenly the images playing out on the wall ran forward in time to me being 11 years of age and I saw an old teacher of mine, a Mr. Roedeer. I was going into a class room to sit my 11+ exam, {which sorted out the Grammar school pupils from the so called lesser intelligent comprehensive school pupils.} he told me I was wasting my time because my yearly results were nothing to write home about and in a way that attitude of his made me all the more determined to pass the exam. Which indecently, pass I did with the third highest mark in Yorkshire.
Again skimming forward the image settled on a time when at 15 years I had met a girl called Sarah. She was beautiful if I say so myself, mind you I am biased in this instance because I fell totally in love with her. You know that feeling that when you are apart you cannot breathe and yet the time with her flies by so fast. I did not know until too late that she had a coronary condition and passes away aged 16 years. The Images replayed our last meeting when against her father’s orders we had gone roller skating in town. Sarah and I had a great day and somehow Sarah knew she was not going to see the following morning because she wrote me a letter in which she thanked me for treating her as a normal person and not being over protective of her illness. She had also stressed that I should not blame myself and she was truly happy to the very end in having such a caring boyfriend as I and she hoped I would find another true love to make feel special. Had I know about her illness I must confess I would have changed my approach to our dating so maybe it was just as well I never got to know whilst she was still alive.
Still the images moved forward in my life.