When Dirk awoke on Sunday morning, the first thing he noticed was that his morning wood was a bit more intense than it had been in a long time. He woke up in bed naked as usual, and his morning erection was throbbing, almost painfully; thanks in part to the memories of the sexy adventures he had participated in the day before, but also because he had to pee.
He hopped out of bed and made his way to his private bathroom, his erect cock bobbing up and down as he drearily stumbled to the toilet. The funny thing is that he couldn't stop thinking about the blow job he had received from the stranger in the city park last night of all places, to the effect that he had to sit down to pee because his dick was so hard that he couldn't aim properly without contorting himself in an awkward position.
After he relieved himself he made his way back to bed to wait out his morning wood, his still hard penis bobbing up and down and even slapping his belly as he walked. He stopped to check his pants on the floor for the magical ring he found yesterday on the curb -- it was thankfully still there. But there was no relief in site as his dick stayed erect for much longer than it normally did in the morning. Not thinking too much of it, he lay in bed with the ring in one hand, his cock and balls in the other dreaming of the possibilities.
When his morning wood finally did subside he got out of bed, put on some clothes and made himself a light breakfast of oatmeal and a hard boiled egg with some french-pressed coffee.
After breakfast he put his dishes in the dishwasher and took a hot shower. His cock twitched again when he saw himself in the mirror and started thinking about Karla from the previous night. He felt good about himself knowing that he had given a pretty woman the opportunity to unabashedly fulfill one of her deepest sexual fantasies by giving a blow job to a stranger in a public park. He was also thankful that they had exchanged numbers afterwards, and even without the ring on it seemed as if Karla was genuinely interested in seeing him again.
Thinking about Karla made him start to feel a bit randy. But he noticed his journal on the kitchen table, flipped through to the notes he had made from the previous day, and underlined what he had written there emphatically: "But what is the catalyst?"
The only thing Dirk had on his agenda that day was to fix a flat tire on his bicycle, so he grabbed his wallet and keys and slipping on the ring, he made his way out the front door and started walking to one of the local bike shops that were only a few blocks from his house. One of the perks of living downtown is that everything is so close by.
As he passed his favorite cafe, he looked inside and saw that Rosanna was working this morning -- and she also noticed him. She waved at him but then avoided eye contact and focused instead on cleaning the espresso machine. Dirk felt kind of bad about what happened yesterday morning, and decided to focus his thoughts on making Rosanna feel more relaxed and at ease about what had happened between them. He had only just found the ring, and the chain of events that led to him having his face in Rosanna's pussy at the trail head was just as confusing to Dirk as it must have been to Rosanna.
But as he continued walking, what caught his attention next gave him an adrenaline rush. He looked up and noticed that on every light post up and down the block, were newly posted flyers advertising a reward for a lost pewter ring. The flyer said that the ring had "sentimental value", and there was a "substantial" reward for its safe return. There was no picture on the flyer, but the description matched Dirk's ring perfectly. He felt a little guilty at not calling the number to immediately return the thing, but he decided that he would follow through and try to find out as much information as he could before he made any hasty decisions. It's not every day that a magic ring falls in to your lap, and Dirk was not an idiot. Whoever it belonged to could wait another day or two, and besides - what if the ring got in to the wrong hands?
As he continued walking towards the bicycle shop he came to an intersection and hit the button to activate the crosswalk, wondering who the ring actually belonged to and where it came from. He had always wanted to believe in magic and the possibility of magic, but he had never before actually seen or experienced anything that he could prove was beyond a doubt actually magical in any way. It reminded him of Lord of the Rings, and the adventures of the Hobbits and the elves and the battle between good and evil in the books that he had read in high school and college. Only this was real. Dirk had an actual ring that was magic. He laughed out loud when he thought about how obsessed he was becoming with his new possession, and silently he hoped to himself that he wouldn't start calling the ring "his precious".
He eventually came to the bicycle repair shop and found the tube size he needed for his bike and then made his way over to the register. Standing in line at the checkout, Dirk got the idea to try to use the ring to get a discount on his inner-tube purchase. Checking to make sure he was still wearing the ring, he focused his thoughts on the clerk, imagining he was having a really great day and that he had an overly jovial feeling towards Dirk. When it was Dirk's turn in line the clerk smiled enthusiastically, "How are you! Is this all you need today?"
"Yes, thanks."
The clerk reached under the counter and pulled out a business card. "Well thanks for coming in... this tube is on the house today, and you can use this coupon for half-off any regular maintenance tune-up you need in the next month."
It worked! Dirk thanked the clerk, inner-tube in hand and started the walk home to fix his bike. It was a beautiful sunny morning and life was full of possibilities. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so completely at ease and satisfied with the way things were going in his life.
He knew that it was all because of his luck in finding the magical ring, but that didn't bother him a bit because now with the ring in his possession he felt invincible, as though he could have it all, as if he could finally achieve all of the things he had always wanted in life. Could he use the ring to get a promotion at work? Or better yet to somehow use it to win the lottery? Women weren't going to be a problem anymore, as he had learned the night before. He continued walking, chuckling to himself and twirling the ring around and around his pinky finger with his thumb, his mind racing with all of the possibilities.
Dirk still did not fully understand exactly what the ring was doing, but he felt as if it was somehow taking his thoughts and then projecting them somehow and imprinting them into and onto the minds of other people.
He had learned from Rosanna that the ring did have the power to overcome the free will of others, but that it could also bring out in people the things they always wanted to do but were afraid to fruit, make happen in the real world. That is definitely what had happened with Karla Saturday night!
When he got back home his roommates were finally waking up. Dirk greeted and was greeted in return and they continued cooking their usual Sunday morning breakfast as Dirk grabbed his journal from the counter and made his way up to his room. He noticed that there was a new voice-mail on his cell phone, so he checked to see who had called. "Damn it -- I have dinner with Sandra tonight."
In the excitement of his new discovery, Dirk had absolutely forgotten about his dinner plans with his neighbor Sandra. She had just gotten back from a week long, work related conference in another state and Dirk had agreed to feed her cat and water her plants while she was gone. In return, Sandra had invited Dirk to a homemade dinner at her place. The voice mail was probably just to confirm that dinner would be later that evening and that Dirk should not be late.
"Well, another chance to see what this thing can do." Dirk mumbled to himself, twisting
off the ring from his hand, tossing it lightly up and then grabbing it quickly from the side as it began to descend.
He put it into his front pocket, patting to make sure that it was secure there and spent the afternoon cleaning his room and for the most part going about his daily Sunday routine, getting ready for work the next day and also trying to think of things he was going to try with his new powers. The thought crossed his mind to go to the bookstore to check out some of the books on positive thinking and will-power. By then it was about time to start getting ready for his dinner date, so he changed in to some jeans and a clean button up dress shirt -- casual but presentable for his neighbor who was thoughtful enough to cook him dinner. She was actually a very beautiful woman, and Dirk had always had a small crush since he had moved in but he had never followed through with it and instead they would do small favors for each other. This was the second time Dirk had house-sit for Sandra since they had been neighbors. The first time was only to check on the cat because she was going to be gone for two days, but this time she was gone for a week and Dirk had to water all of her houseplants, clean the cat's litter-box, and check the mail. The usual stuff, and Dirk was more than happy to do it.
He decided to check his voice-mail to make sure that there wasn't anything that he was expected to bring to the dinner date, but in the message Sandra says in a firm and womanly voice that she is not cooking him dinner in order to have sexual relations, and that she does not want to lead Dirk on in thinking that this could possibly be a sexual relationship, and that if anything like that were to ever happen she would make it clear to him:
"It's just that I've been going through a lot of stress since I found out the news. It's been ten years and he had a new wife and a new family but we were still best friends. Betty is the one who invited me to the wedding. But I will see you shortly, and make sure you bring your smile!"
