The Day Of Many Visits

Mark was kept in hospital the whole time, only being let out for the funeral of his classmates. He sat there in his wheelchair during the ceremony, watching the priest bless each of their souls in turn. He saw Nelson's mother crying, and he felt sorry for her, especially as he knew, or at least possibly did, where her son was.

Mark was kept in hospital for a few more days, before it was decided that he was stable enough to go home. He was still bedridden, but it was at least better than being in hospital. It was a Sunday evening, and Mark was watching TV, trying to take his mind off his expulsion from Heaven, which had occurred nearly 2 weeks prior. It had been decided that Mark should re-start school soon, so he'd be going back tomorrow, albeit with significantly less friends.

Before his near-****-experience, he'd had a list of films he'd wanted to watch. He was watching Hot Tub Time Machine to take his mind off of Heaven, which worked right up until he saw some lucky guy being fucked by a very naked and a very gorgeous girl in a hot tub. He imagined Andy and Jacob fucking girls in hot tubs, and he turned the TV off.

He got his laptop, and opened up a site he'd found a week or so ago. It turned out that near-****-experiences were actually pretty common. Mark had read the other people's stories, and come to the conclusion that his was pretty unique. The stories varied; some woke up in a comfy bed, some in a forest, some in a happy place from their lives. Most barely got past that stage though, before they came back to life. Mark did manage to find a few stories of people being greeted by insanely beautiful people, with a couple featuring them having sex.

Because of this, Mark's story got a lot of attention, and people sympathised with him, especially the people who'd experienced sex with angels (Mark had since begun to assume that Luna and her companions had been angels). Mark did find one story of interest. A user, who identified himself only as "JackAlmighty", wrote this:

A few months ago, one Sunday morning, I was visited by God, who made me his successor. Ever since then, I've been totally omnipotent. Let me tell you, it's been fun. My dick's certainly enjoyed it. But I bet none of you believe me, so tell you what, how about you, my disbelieving reader, have the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced? Right....

The text ended there. Figuring it was clearly a joke, Mark put his laptop down, and turned the TV back on, to a repeat of an old Doctor Who episode.

"NOW!"

Mark heard the word in a loud, booming voice. It sent vibrations rushing into his body, which, in the space of less than a second, he felt run through him, and into his cock and balls. Mark went from 0 to orgasm in less than a second. He felt cum rush up his cock, hardening it as it went. His cock tented in his pyjamas, just in time for his ejaculation to start. Mark let out a deafening cry, as he had an orgasm that felt even better than the ones he'd had in Heaven. He threw his duvet off of him, and looked down at his crotch. Through the large wet patch, he saw his boner pulsing, cum firing out of the tip. He managed to wiggle his pyjama bottoms down to his knees, freeing his orgasming cock. Mark got a shot of cum in his face, before he fell backwards again.

Mark thrust his hips up and down as he came, shooting his cum high into the air. A bit of it splattered on the ceiling, but most of it came raining back down on him, his bed, and the surrounding areas. Mark hadn't cum in over a week, having given up masturbating when he'd realised it didn't feel anywhere near as good as what Luna had given him. This, however, exceeded it by a mile. It was, by far, the best orgasm he'd ever had.

When it finally ended, Mark laid there panting, feeling his cock soften. Mark was totally covered in his cum, so he figured he may as well take his pyjamas off, so he did so, leaving him totally naked. He picked his laptop (Which had a fair amount of cum on it) up again, and saw that the text had changed.

Sorry, only one orgasmic proof per person. However, if you'd like to get in touch with me, you can, at [email protected]

Mark decided he needed to contact this person. If he was indeed God, as seemed likely, he could send him back to Heaven. Mark wrote the e-mail, explaining his situation. He briefly considered if he should send it, but then he decided, and his "send".

"Hello, Mark Matthews." Mark looked up, and saw, stood in the doorway of his bedroom, a teenage boy, who was totally naked, and sporting a huge boner.

"Oh my God..." Mark gasped.

"Yep," Jack smiled.

"You're God?" Mark asked.

"In the flesh."

"You bastard!" Mark shouted. "You're the reason I'm here like this instead of spending all eternity fucking hot girls!"

"I'm really not," Jack told him.

"Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not. I didn't judge you, because I've got far more important things to do than that. You were judged by my personal assistant, Amia. And I didn't revive you either. That was done by those paramedics. All I did was give you that giant orgasm you've just had."

"Well at least send me back to Heaven then!"

"No, you've got to live your life."

"Please! This is ****!"

Jack thought for a bit.

"Okay, tell you what," he said. "I'll give you a gift. Get up."

"I can't, my legs are broken," Mark reminded him.

"Look at yourself," Jack told him. Mark did, and was shocked.

"I'm...healed..." He exclaimed, and stood up.

"Yep, now follow me."

Jack opened the bedroom door, and walked through. Mark followed him through it, and he found himself stood on a flat, rocky surface, in a foggy setting. In the distance, he could hear a boy and a girl moaning.

"Come on," Jack said, and Mark followed him. They got to what appeared to be a hot spring. In it was Jacob, getting fucked hard.

"Jacob!" Mark shouted.

"They can't see or hear us," Jack told him. Mark then looked closer, and saw that Jacob was being fucked by...Olivia.

"He's fucking my sister?" Mark asked. He had to admit, she had a pretty nice body. "How? She's not dead."

"That's not your sister, that's your friend Andy," Jack explained. "They both wanted to try fucking her, and they wanted to try fucking as a girl, so this kills two birds with one stone. They're gonna swap after, but that might not be for a while. They've been fucking for the last 18 hours, and they've been in constant orgasm for the last 16."

Just then 4 more figures walked in. They were Daisy and Lily Clifford, with Max Walker stood in between them, and another boy, who Mark didn't recognise, stood there as well.

"So this is where you two got to!" Lily said.

"Mind if we join you?" Asked Max.

"Sure thing!" Andy replied in Olivia's voice, climbing off of Jacob. Mark watched them both cum into the water. The 4 others then jumped in, beginning to cum uncontrollably as they hit the water. Max started fucking Olivia/Andy, while Jacob got to work on Lily. Daisy, meanwhile, climbed on top of the unknown boy, and started riding him.

"Who's that other guy?" Mark asked Jack.

"That's Timothy Clifford, Daisy and Lily's dad," Jack replied. "He died back in 1999, so he was pretty eager to meet his grown-up kids."

Mark watched the 6 of them fuck for a while, before he turned back to Jack.

"Why did you bring me here?" Mark asked him. "Was it to **** me, because I can't return here?"

"No no, I just thought you'd like to see what your friends are up to," Jack replied. "If you'd like, I can show you your teacher and bullies getting tortured?"

"No...I'm alright not seeing that," Mark replied. "But can I ask...do they miss me?"

"No."

"Not at all?"

"Mark, they're in Heaven. Eternal bliss doesn't really lend itself to missing people. They do talk about you a bit. Mostly about how they're going to welcome you back when you do eventually die."

Jack then snapped his fingers, and the two boys were suddenly laid on a comfy bed.

"Where are we now?" Mark asked.

"My bedroom," Jack replied. The two boys could hear the shower running. "And the lovely babe in there is my wonderful girlfriend Cindy."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Of course. She was my girlfriend before I became God, and she still is now," Jack replied. He snapped his fingers, causing them to hear loud moans of feminine pleasure from the bathroom. "She seems to enjoy it."

"Oh yeah, you didn't used to be God, did you?" Mark said.

"Nope," Jack replied. "One day, I was visited by the last God, who gave me his role and powers."

"How long for?"

"Forever. At least until I choose my own successor."

"And when's that gonna be?"

"Today."

"Today?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Jack replied. "Mark Matthews, I have chosen you as the next God."

"Me? But..."

"It's fine. In a moment, I'm going to kiss you. When I do, you will have the most powerful orgasm of your life. When it ends, you will be God."

Before Mark could protest further, Jack leaned forward, and passionately kissed him on the lips. The instant he did, Mark closed his eyes in bliss, as his cock once again exploded in a powerful orgasm. It lasted for several minutes, not that he was counting. When he finally stopped cumming, Mark opened his eyes, to find he was back in his bedroom. He sat up, and realised his cum was all gone, but his bandages and casts were back.