Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 1 - Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and the Sight
(no sex)

"Ahhhhhhh," I let out as I sat down into my bubble bath.  "It's good to be 
home."

I was alone at my south mansion.

Quiet.  Perfectly quiet.  Nothing but the sound of my movements in the water.

So peaceful...  So relaxing... So...

"Boring!" I yelled, listening to the echo with a grin.

"NICE AND BORING!" I screamed enthusiastically.

The phone rang.  I didn't answer it.

Something made a noise in the other room.

I didn't care.  

There was no one there, and I knew it.  

It was probably just the house settling.

I fell asleep in my bath, and woke up all pruned up and a little cold.

"Well, enough of that shit," I said, having had my fill of what my mom called 
private time.  

She had talked me into just taking a little time out and do something alone, 
something relaxing, something I couldn't get stressed about.  But the truth 
was, I felt more stressed trying to relax than I did if I was out running 
from the devil himself.

So I got myself warmed back up in the shower real fast, then jumped into my 
clothes and took off for Joey's house.

"Hi," I said with a grin when Margaret answered the door.  "Can Joey come out 
and play?"

"Shit," she said, letting me in.  "Don't start pulling that on me again, 
Timmy.  I thought I had you trained by now."

"Sorry, Mom Connor," I said over my shoulder.  "I guess it's been so long 
that I forgot I could just walk in.  I'll try and remember next time, 'kay?"

"That's fine.  Tell that grandson of mine if he's going to lick the beaters, 
he better get his butt in the kitchen."

"Awe!" I whined. "That used to be Joey's and my job!  What did you make?"

"Chocolate chip cookies.  Sorry Timmy.  Grandchildren first, sons and their 
best friends second."

"Shit.  I bet he even gets to sit in the good chair, too."

"You know it, sonny," she said just as she re-entered the kitchen and I got 
to Joey's door.

"Hey Joey, what do you say we.." I said, stopping when I found the rest of 
the Harrisons had finally arrived.  

Sarah, Joey, Tommy, Stan, Gina and Denise were all sitting on Joey's bed, 
looking at his photo album.  Denise and Stan looked a little bored, but with 
Tommy on Stan's lap commenting on every page, I guess it couldn't be too 
boring, could it?

"Hey.  I see you got here earlier than you thought," I said, standing by the 
door since the room was pretty full already.

"Richardson helped out a little," Stan said with a friendly nod. 

"Shit, Tim," Joey said without looking up.  "You know, I think you're in 
practically ever picture I've taken." 

"You're the one who always wants to go to take pictures of places, then has 
to have someone in the picture that you know.  Hey Sarah.  Do you remember 
this?" I asked, pulling out the baseball card Joey had given me the previous 
Christmas.

"No..  I don't think so.." Sarah said.  "Why?  Is it valuable?"

Joey was looking at her with a hurt expression, but everyone except me was 
looking at Tommy as he examined the slightly worn card.  

"Well, to me and Joey, it's priceless," I said softly, more to Joey than her.

"You gave it to me right before you went away," Joey said calmly.

"Then why does Tim have it?" Sarah asked, glancing at me before noticing Joey 
wiping his eyes.  "What's the matter, bro?  Did I say something wrong?"

"Joey gave it to me last Christmas.  It means a lot to him, and to me," I 
said, squeezing in next to Joey and the headboard.

"It's the only thing I had that you had given me," Joey said.  "Its just a 
stupid card, but.."

"Oh, Joey," Sarah said, hugging him.  "You know what?  I had something of 
yours that I kept too.  Do you want to see what it was?"

"Yeah," he said, straightening up after ending the hug.

"This," she said, taking off a locket from around her neck and handing it to 
him.

"I didn't give this to you.." Joey said, confused.

"Look inside, stupid," Sarah teased.

"What is it?" he asked, picking up the gray lump of.. something.

"That is one of your baby teeth that I pulled from your mouth the day.."

"The day you LEFT!  I remember that!  You tricked me!"

"You were so gullible," she said, smiling.  "That reminds me..  Tommy, how's 
that tooth doing?"

"Don't listen to her Tommy.  She stole my tooth and I never got my quarter 
from the tooth fairy.  Do you have any idea how mad I was?  A quarter was a 
lot of money back then."

"OH!  Hey Tommy.  I nearly forgot.  Your Grandma said that if you're going to 
lick the beaters, to get your..." I said just before streak of blue and red 
flew out the door.

"DADDY!  Those are MY BEATERS!" Tommy said running after Stan.

"Heh.  Remember when we would fight over the beaters?" Joey asked, staring at 
the picture he had taken of his hand.

"Yeah," both Sarah and I said.

Joey chuckled, then sighed.

"Hey.  You okay?" I said, feeling his heart sinking.

He look up from the photo album at me and said, "I used to dream about having 
Sarah here for Christmas.  And now that she's here..  Well, there's someone 
still missing, that's all.  Mom, Dad, Sarah, you.."

"That's why I came over," I said, giving him a hug like Sarah had.  "Let's go 
call and see if they're home."

"Who?" Sarah asked as Denise and Gina left the room without speaking a word.

"Suzi," we both said instantly.

"Timmy?" Joey said as he stood up after I got up to leave.

"What?" I said as I reached the doorway.

"Hey.  Come 'ere," Joey said still standing next to the bed.

"What?" I said, confused as I went back over and sat back down.

"No, stand back up...  That's better," he said before stepping into my space 
and planting his lips over mine.

That kiss would be the last Joey and I would share for a long time.  I 
regretted that I had not allowed myself to enjoy it more, but after all the 
kissing and sex we had had the past few months, my response was less than 
adequate for someone who meant as much as Joey did to me.

"You're welcome," I said when he ended his gentle but long kiss.

I don't think Joey noticed the shocked look on Sarah's face as we left.  I 
wondered what she thought the two of us had done while in Wally's suite if we 
hadn't at least been kissing.  I let it go, and I had figured Sarah had too.

After we had called to find that Suzi was out with some school friends, Joey 
and I tried to find something to do while our hearts were sinking into our 
stomachs.  

Luckily, Joey's dad arrived with the freshly cut Christmas tree, and while 
Joey went to help with that, Sarah asked me if she could have a word with me 
in private.

She felt disturbed with something, but I had no clue what about until she out 
right told me.

"You haven't been... messing with Joey's mind, have you?" she asked bluntly 
after locking Joey's door behind us.

"What?" I said, my face draining of color while I felt myself go cold.

"You have.  Haven't you," she said, holding her temper in.

"What makes you think I've done anything to Joey?" I said, getting angry 
myself.

"Oh, like I'm supposed to believe that Joey, my little brother, actually 
wanted to kiss you?  Look.  I don't have a problem with you or anyone else 
being gay or bisexual.  But I do have a problem with someone forcing my 
brother to be something he isn't, especially by someone who he thinks is his 
best friend."

"He thinks!?  You think I?  That he?  That's bull shit, Sarah!  That fucking 
BULL SHIT!"

"Don't lie to me, you little cock sucker," she said, poking my chest with her 
finger.  "If I find one little thought altered in his head, one little hidden 
memory in his mind, I'll..   I'll..."

"That's the thanks I get.  After everything I did.  Everything I went 
through!  And YOU have the...  the...  FUCK YOU, Sarah!" I said, releasing a 
monstrous shock wave of rage that literally knocked her off her feet as I 
turned and almost ripped the door off its hinges.

"Tim!  What's wrong!" Joey asked as I passed him in the hall while I headed 
straight for the front door.

"Ask your FUCKING SISTER!" I said, slamming their front door behind me.

I was angry.  No.  I was furious.  But most of all,  I was scared shitless.  
If Sarah found the rat...  The rat I had made...  The rat I put in Joey's 
head...  Oh God...  If she pulled the rat out and restored him...

<I would lose him forever...>



I ended up in a bar.  

They gave me my drinks for free.

Jack, my old buddy, my only true friend was there.

He and I are very intimate, you know.

The bartender was all too happy to make sure I wouldn't go without Jack.

I made the bartender very happy.

I made everyone happy.

Everyone was happy at my bar.

Everyone but me.

<Everyone but me.>

This guy comes in off the street and sits down next to me.

He orders his whiskey, then says to me, "Girlfriend problems?"

"naw..  boyfriend's sister problems."

"Ouch.  Been there myself.  Older or younger sister?"

"Older."

"So..  She thinks you're the reason he's gay.  She can't accept that her 
brother might actually have been the one who wanted to suck you first.  
Stupid bitch."

"Yeah, stupid bitch," I said nodding.

"You know what I do when that happens?"

"Wha'"

"I come here and get drunk," he said with a grin.

"Heh."

"Name's Zack."

"Tim."

"Hey, Tim.  You know, I had a good friend named Tim when I was growing up."

"Did he have an older sister?"

"Yeah.  Stupid bitch."

"Stupid bitch," I agreed.

"Thank God I only have two brothers."

"No sisters?" I asked, looking over at him for the first time.  He was a 
thirty something looking skinny man, blonde headed, fair skin.  He sort of 
looked like an older Joey but with brown eyes.

"Nope.  You?"

"Nope," I echoed as I looked back down at my booze.

"Any brothers?"

"Yep.  One."

"Oh yeah?  How old?"

"Uhm...  minus six months."

"Minus...  Oh.  The old lady got knocked up, eh?  Who was he?"

"My pop."

"Whoa.  Didn't see that one coming...  You get along with him okay?"

"Yep.  He let's me do my thing, I let him do his."

"That's cool...  My pop threw me out of the house when I was sixteen."

"That sucks...  Why?"

"He caught me fucking mom."

"Oh...  My dad keeps trying to talk me into doing that."

"He does?"

"Yep."

"Whoa..  Didn't see that one coming either."

"Nope."

"Have you done it?"

"Done what?"

"Fuck your mom?"

"Nope.  Not gonna either."

"Why not, man?"

"Cause, it's wrong."

"Who the fuck says that?"

"I do."

"Oh."

"You ever have a girlfriend while you had a boyfriend?"

"Nope.  You?"

"Yep.  It was the besth thing that ever happened to me."

"Wow.  Did she have an older brother?"

"Yep."

"He didn't like no fag fucking his sister, did he?"

"He was suckin' another guy off the lasth thime I saw him.  I don'th think he 
cares."

"Whoa.  Didn't see that one coming."

"Nope."

"You know what I do after I get drunk?"

"Wha'?"

"I find someone else who's drunk and ask 'em if they wanna fuck."

"Nope."

"Nope what?"

"Nope.  I don't wanna fuck.  I'm not drunk enough yeh."

"You know?  Me neither..."

"Wha' his name?"

"Derek.  What was yours?"

"Joey."

"Joey....  I love you, Joey.  Yeah.  That's a good name."

"Yep."

"Fuck me, Joey....  Suck me, Joey....  Wow.. That's a really good name."

"Yep.  You know wha?"

"What?"

"I'm drunk enough now."

"I'm nawt."

"Here," I said, handing him my glass.  "Twy thith," I muttered before letting 
my head plop down on the counter.

"Shit.  Whaths in this?"

"Don' remember.  Drink."

He drained it, then looked at me with a lusty grin on his face.

"You ever been drunk while another drunk blows ya before?"

"Nope-hh"

"Wanna?

"Yep-hh"

"Godda do it in the bathwoom.  Too many people here."

"Nope-hh.  Do it here.  No one will see."

"You shuw?"

"Yep.  Sure.  Suck me, Joey."

"You jus' call me Joey."

"Yep.  'Cause you are.  Your name is Joey," I commanded.

"My name is Joey," he echoed.

"Suck me Jo..."

"Timothy Jasper Brandton!" an all too familiar voice cried out from the door.  
"You're drunk again, aren't you!"

"YEP!" I said with false glee.

"Welp.  Guess thath mean we won' be fucken," Zack/Joey said.

"NOPE!" I said painfully when my mother pulled me to my feet by my hair.

"YOU are SO GROUNDED, mister!" she spat as I struggled to stay on my feet.  
"Making your pregnant mother look all over town for...  Wait a moment.  Did 
you do anything to anyone in this bar?"

"Yep!" I said as she let go of my hair and I fell on my butt.

"Well?  Get busy putting them back the.."

"Nope," I said as I happily, quite joyfully passed out.

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"Shit, I'm nervous," Joey said, ringing the doorbell.

"Yep," I said without looking at him.

"What is with you and the yep nope shit?" Joey asked crossly.

"Don't know.  Just picked it up somewhere," I said simply, rubbing my 
temples.

"Hello, boys," Suzi's mom said, opening the door.  "She's in the living room 
with her brother.  Tim, before you leave, I'd like to see you.  It's about 
Jason."

"Uhm, okay.  You might have to remind me though.  I'm feeling a little under 
the weather..."

"So I heard," Betty said, letting me know she knew all about my night out 
with Jack.

Before we entered the living room, I said to Joey, "You never answered me.  
Are you going to do it or am I?"

"Well, you never answered me.  Sarah told me what she did.  I'm still really 
pissed at her, and you had every right to be mad.  But... Why did you get 
drunk last night?  You don't drink when you're angry.  You drink when 
something is buggin' you.  Something you don't know how to deal with."

I sighed.  "I guess..  I guess she's a threat to me.  I'm afraid you'll..  
You'll want to spend more time with her than with me."

"What?  That's it?  That's what's bothering you?  Shit, Tim.  You think of 
the stupidest things to get all bent out of shape for.  Sure I'm gonna want 
to spend time with her, but...  She's my grown up sister.  Not my brother 
that's my age.  Sarah and I don't have than much in common anymore.  She's a 
different person than she was, and so am I.  Right now we're just...  You 
know.  Lost in our memories together.  This morning she even pulled her "I'm 
not finished yet" shit in the bathroom.  She was in there almost an hour!"

"Are we going to do this or what?" I said crankily.

"What?  Oh.  Yeah.  Can't we just do it together or something?"

"You do it.  I'm still fighting a headache," I said grumpily.  "And DON'T you 
think about using the share link to help me with it.  It's my headache and 
I'll suffer through it, thank you very much."

"Well, after the last time, I wasn't going to even offer," Joey spat.  Then 
in a more gentle voice, "I'm done.  Let's go in."

"I'm sorry, Joey.  I'm just not feeling very good about myself, that's all."

"We'll both feel better after seeing Suzi, so come on."

We walked in the room, then froze, finding Suzi in a passionate kiss with her 
own brother on the couch.  Joey and I looked at each other, then turned 
around and went back into the safety of the hall.

"Shit," we both said.

"Well?" Joey asked.

"Well what?"

"What do we do?"

"How the fuck should...  Hey.  You remember what happened the last time Suzi 
was screwing around with her brother?"

"When did they ever...  Oh...   Oh yeah..."

"Let the parents walk in on them," we both said in hushed voices.

We were about to go find Betty when Betty found them.

"WHAT do you two think you're DOING!  I THOUGHT I had made myself CLEAR about 
you doing that kind of thing!  It's no wonder your father is having problems 
with his stomach again."

"Mom!" Suzi whined.  "I was just showing him how I kiss!  Really!"

"Yeah, mom!  We weren't fooling around!  I wouldn't do that after everything 
she's been through."

"Well knock it off anyway.  Jason, I swear.  If you don't stop giving me 
that..  that smile, I'll slap it off your face so hard you won't remember 
your name!"

"Shit, mom," Jason said softly. 

"Did you just cuss in front of me?  Did you?  Where's the soap?  Where's the 
GOD BLESSED SOAP!"

"Shit, Tim.  She's losing it," Joey said.

"Yeah, you're right.  Not exactly how I wanted Suzi to see us again for the 
first time..."  

But I stepped into the room anyway, and said, "Suzi?"

Suzi gasped and froze.  The couch was sitting in the middle of the room, so 
its back was towards us, along with Suzi's and Jason's.

"Suz?" Joey said, breaking the sudden stillness of the room.

"Joey?  Timmy?" Suzi said without turning towards us.

"Yeah, it's us," Joey said.

"Are you sure you're there?  Jason?  Are they really there?"

"Yeah, they're there all right.  What's wrong, Suzi?  Turn around and look."

"I'm afraid too.  I've...  I've turned around to look so many times and no 
one is ever there," she sobbed.  "I'm going crazy.  I know I am."

"Oh sweetie," I said as both Joey and I rushed up to her.

"Don't cry, Suz.  We're sorry," Joey said.

"You're not going crazy.  We're really here."

"Yeah, we're here.   Don't cry,"  Joey said, almost crying himself.

We knelt behind the couch on either side of her, not daring to touch her 
shaking shoulders or head.

Finally, Suzi turned towards Joey until she saw him, turned to look at me 
quickly, then turned completely around and grabbed us both around the necks 
to pull us to her as she started to really cry.

All three of us bawled together for less than a minute, then when Jason stood 
up, the couch flopped onto its back, Joey and I landing on our backs with 
Suzi on top of us.

Joey and I made a couple of sniffs before we started laughing, only to be cut 
short when Suzi grabbed our cheeks really painfully and said, "DON'T YOU TWO 
FUCKING EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?"

And then she kissed us.....




For one moment I felt whole again.  The three of us, together.  It was the 
happiest feeling I had felt for months.

But then the moment ended, and I began to feel it happening again.  The 
unnatural corruption...  The overwhelming evil of a soul's perversion...  And 
it was coming from....  It couldn't be... no...

"no...  No....  NOOOO!" I screamed, scrambling away from them both.

All I could see was Suzi's penis face and the rat eating Joey's mind from 
within.  And then another one... Jason had a rat too.  They were damaged.  
They were inhuman.  Unnatural..

Escape.  I had to escape.  I had to escape from my own senses..

I sank within myself, finding it more difficult to do so without the rage I 
had felt from Harrison's illusion of Joey's suicide/murder.  But the horror I 
felt around me did give me the motivation I needed, and sure enough, I soon 
began feeling the energy of their minds around me.

There was a flash of light in my mind, then another, then another before I 
could see the symbols with my mind.

The symbols flowing around Suzi, Joey, and Jason all were different, but yet 
I couldn't pin down what it was that made them unique.  Betty's was different 
too, but something about hers was brighter than the rest.  They simply 
seemed..  brighter.  There's no other word.

I wasn't trying to push myself since my hangover was making everything more 
difficult in the first place.  In fact, my hangover was getting worse, so 
when I couldn't stand it any longer, I tried to resurface.

Nothing happened.  For some reason I couldn't get back to my senses, couldn't 
get back to the real world.  My hangover seemed to be interfering with my 
ability to restore the gap between my mind and body, and it was getting worse 
and worse the longer I stayed there.

And then suddenly I could feel there was more depth beneath me, more room to 
go deeper into myself than I had before.  The pain was getting unbearable, 
and as I hesitantly sunk deeper, I found the pain lightened as I went.

I was scared.  Scared of the pain, and scared I may never return to the world 
around me.  I kept going deeper, the pain decreasing as I went, but as soon 
as I would stop, I would feel it begin its steady build again. 

After another flash of light, the pain began a steady climb even as I was 
sinking deeper.  I couldn't bear stopping for a moment, and pretty soon I was 
struggling to go as fast as I could while the pain kept growing and growing.

Flash........  Flash......  Flash...  Flash..  Flash, flash flash-flash.  
Faster and fast I went, all sense of my body was gone, even the vision of 
symbols had abandoned me.  The only thing I could feel, the only thing left 
in my universe to sense was the pain which would have been making me scream 
if my mouth was still attached to my brain.

The flashes were becoming a constant brightness inside my mind just as the 
pain completely overcame me, and I felt my mind seemingly EXPLODE.

Then after it was all gone, nothing but nothing, and then even that was gone 
too....

But then something moved.

A few somethings.

A lot of somethings.

There were things all around me moving, twisting, flying, hitting, speaking, 
SPEAKING!

Whispers.. Getting louder... "tim..  damn it...  Don't yOU LEAVE ME AGAIN!"

The light.. The light was coming straight for me.  There wasn't anything I 
could do.  You can't out run light.  It's too fast..  Just too damn fast..

It came right at me, flaring all through my being, searing every nerve I had 
an input for, overcoming me and completely enveloping me, and suddenly I was 
opening my eyes to see.

"Where am I?" I asked, seeing Suzi's tear-streaked face looking down on me.

"Are you okay?  We thought you were having another seizure," she said, wiping 
her cheek.

"I...  I think... Holy SHIT!" I said when I saw the symbols flowing through 
her mind. 

"TIMMY!" she said, as several streams of symbols violently jumped up in speed 
and completed their cycle much faster than the others. 

She was speaking to me, but the symbols...  They were incredible!  They were 
beautiful.  They were... 

"Magnificent!" I said out loud.  "This is magnificent!  Suzi!  Stop that!"  I 
said as she shook me.  "Calm down!  I can see them, Suz!  I can really 
fucking see them!"

I was so absorbed in the incredible sight of the millions of symbols swirling 
in the confines Suzi's mind that I wasn't listening at anything they said.  
Joey had to scream in my ear before I even responded.  And that was just to 
say, "Whatever it is, shut the fuck up.  I'm okay.  This is just too cool!"

I guess they saw how incredibly absorbed I was in Suzi's mind because the 
next thing I knew, Suzi was walking away.

"Hey!  Come back!  Oh.. Never mind," I said as I found Joey's mind just as 
incredibly amazing.

But then he got up and left too, along with Jason and Betty.

"This is awesome!" I yelled out to them.  "I can even see them through the 
walls!  HOLY SHIT!  I CAN FEEL THEM IN THE NEXT HOUSE TOO!"

A little time went by before anyone came back in the room with me.  Joey sat 
down next to me and started talking, but I simply wasn't interested in what 
he had to say.  There was nothing which could distract me from the beauty and 
mystery of the streams of symbols flowing in his mind.

"Hey, do that again," I said to Joey when I noticed a group of symbols 
breaking off from the streams in his mind, instantly crossing the gap between 
us, then apparently interacting with some of my own streams of symbols.

He obliged me, although not because I had asked him to, but because he wanted 
to know what was going on.  I started to understand what he was doing, and 
suddenly I knew exactly how to prevent his attempt to force me to talk to 
him.  It was just so simple even.  Just make these symbols here go over 
there, and there you have it.

Joey probably tried every tactic he could think of.  And then he tried 
something that I couldn't help but take notice.

"I can't believe you farted in my face," I said moving away from the 
invisible cloud.

"Finally!  Are you okay?  You've been mumbling and screaming about seeing 
things that you've got Suzi scared shitless.  She thinks you've gone nuts, 
and that she caused it."

"Joey!  I can see them, man.  They're beautiful.  And there's so many of 
them.  A lot more than what we even... What?"

"WHAT?  WHAT are you SEEING!" Joey screamed with frustration.

"Symbols, Joey...  The symbols.  Like the ones...  we...  drew...." I said as 
several streams of symbols in Joey's mind sped up, and started almost 
becoming a blur to my new senses.

Suddenly I felt intense pain on my left cheek as my vision was knocked 
sideways. 

"Why'ga slap me for?" I asked him, rubbing my stinging cheek.

"Because you weren't listening to me!  It's like <something> to <something> 
<something>..." Joey said before I stopped listening again.

"OUCH!  Will you STOP THAT!" I said when my vision lurched again.

"NO I WON'T!  I'll kick the shit out you if you <something> <something 
else>..."

My vision lurched again, then again the other way, then again the same way it 
had the first time.  I ignored it.  You see I had noticed that I didn't have 
to hold my eyes open to watch them.  In fact I didn't even have to be facing 
them.  I could see them all around me.  It was so cool.

If it hadn't been for the momentary loss of mental function from the sharp 
blow to my head, I probably wouldn't have realized that Joey was in fact 
doing a lot more than kicking the shit out of me.  But by the time I had 
opened my one still usable eye, Jason had Joey pinned to the ground.

I carefully let my body's senses start reporting what they knew, and I 
quickly found they had a lot to say about what had happened during my 
absence.  Joey had taken the little shovel from the fireplace equipment and 
had hit me several times in the gut and face before breaking the thing over 
my head.  I had several gashes to my stomach and chest, and I was really 
feeling sleepy all of a sudden.

I spent two weeks in the hospital before I realized they thought the blow to 
my head was the reason I didn't respond to them.  I guess I simply got lost 
watching the streams of symbols in their heads instead of listening to what 
they were saying.

I don't remember a thing about what happened that Christmas.  I probably 
spent all day watching the symbols in all the other people's heads.  I was 
starting to see there was definitely a pattern to them, but there was just so 
many of them I simply wasn't able to find one stream that everyone seemed to 
have in common.

Finally I got fed up enough to start paying attention to what the people were 
saying to me.  When I found that I was considered brain damaged...  Well, 
let's just say I got that straightened out real fast.  I wasn't going to 
stand being called a vegetable.  Or a fruit for that matter.  

Joey's relapse to the rage and physical violence which Steven had encouraged 
towards me weighed heavily on both of us, and that made Joey feel 
uncomfortable around me.  And I had to admit I was a little uncomfortable 
around him too.  I knew that somewhere inside of him that monster that Steven 
created was still lurking around, waiting for its chance to get even with me.  
Correction.  I wasn't uncomfortable.  I was scared.

To make things worse, we both felt uncomfortable around Suzi.  She was still 
dyeing her hair black, and had gone back to painting her nails and lips black 
which was one of the things that had triggered my empathic panic attack.  But 
that in itself wasn't what made me feel so horribly uneasy.  It was Suzi's 
unconscious desire to become that horrible monstrous dick again that bothered 
me so bad.  She couldn't look at me, talk to me, or even think of me without 
her feeling her body urging to shoot my cum from her mouth.  She knew that I 
was the only one who could make that happen for her, but I knew I could never 
let it happen again.

If it hadn't been for the symbols, I would have slipped into a deep 
depression, one that I doubt even my mom would have been able to keep me from 
killing myself to escape from.  But the symbols would be the most important 
thing in my life for years to come, and all my other worries and problems 
didn't seem quite as bad as before.  You could say I was obsessed.  Or maybe 
even... possessed.  Heh.


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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 2 - Traveling Companion
(mmm)

Symbols.  Everywhere I went, in every person around me, I could 'see' them 
swirling in their minds, down their necks, and if I concentrated, I could 
even follow them to the tips of their toes and back.

I had been back in school for three days, but no matter how hard I tried, I 
couldn't get my attention off my newly formed sense.  Every minute I seemed 
to sharpen my focus, gathering even more understanding and detail of these 
mysterious objects that had no mass.  I had never felt so intellectually 
invigorated before.  I simply was lost in the wonder and discovery of it all.

I started relearning how the commands I had long ago mastered worked, finding 
the insight I had to the results didn't help me much in how that result 
finally came about.  While sitting in class, I experimented with different 
forms and patterns of several basic symbols.  So many seemed to do the exact 
same thing alone, but when put together with other symbols, they produced 
very different reactions.

After accidentally causing my entire fifth hour class to wet their pants 
instead of simply feeling thirsty...  Well, let's just say Higgs heard of it 
and called me into his office the next morning.

Even while Higgs scolded me out for messing around with the minds of others, 
not working on the ton of homework I had to make up, or how I hadn't been 
keeping up my end of the deal concerning the extra privileges I had been 
receiving, my attention was focused on the fascinating streams of symbols in 
and around his head.

It wasn't until the streams had calmed down quite a bit before I realized he 
wasn't speaking any more.  He sat there staring at me, a lot like I had been 
doing the entire time I had been sitting in front of him.

"What is it you see?" he asked, noticing I had momentarily come out of my 
trance.

"Symbols.  Streams of them going around your head, some of them repeating, 
some of them not.  I'm starting to even sense...  I guess the nearest term 
would be something like color.  Some streams will be all the same intensity, 
some of them won't.  And there's so many other things about them that are 
just as... interesting.  Like the way this one symbol always starts at the 
liver and circulates all over the body before it meets it's mate and 
vanishes.  And there's this really neat thing that happens in the eyes I'm.."

"Tim," Higgs sighed.  "I'll be honest with you.  I share in your enthusiasm 
in investigating these symbols, and I know you are trying to be very careful 
when using your classmates as guinea pigs.  But, I can not allow you to risk 
accidentally causing someone irreversible damage somehow.  These are people's 
mind's you're playing with.  What if you had stopped their hearts instead of 
releasing their bladders?"

"But.. But..." I said, finding myself unable to disagree with him there.  
Perhaps before I had been able to see the complexity of how my commands 
actually worked I might have been more confident about dealing with a mistake 
like that.  But ever since I had started analyzing the symbols, I was finding 
it difficult to make anything but the simplest things work without panicking 
about how they seemingly were going astray.

"So what can I do?" I finally said.  "I can't even eat breakfast in the 
morning without getting lost in the stream controlling my digestive system.  
And right now you have this really cool looking stream that spits into three 
different directions.."

"Tim!" Higgs suddenly said very loudly.  

I snapped my attention back to his face, then said, "Sorry."

"You really can't help yourself, can you."

"No, I can't.  I wish I could just hook up to a bunch of college people like 
Sarah sometimes does.  She said whenever she needed to do some really 
intensive research, she always formed a special course and recruited the best 
minds on campus who had the qualifications she needed in the project.  But 
everyone here doesn't have any experience in researching, and I'd...  What?"

Higgs eyes had brightened, and now he had a somewhat pleased look on his face 
that meant he had the solution.

"This would be fairly hard on you, you understand.  I'm not willing to help 
you unless you agree to make up all the work you have missed while not 
getting behind in your current assignments.  Understand?"

"Uhm.. Yeah, loud and clear," I said, frowning.  

The way he was acting meant I had lost some of his faith, and that kind of 
hurt.  I knew I had been skimping on the homework, but after everything I had 
gone through the past eight months, I was feeling a bit anxious to learn 
everything I could about the symbols in order to hopefully better protect 
myself.

"Mr. Higgs?" I said before he went on.  "I've never told you what happened 
during the summer because I...  Well, I just couldn't, that's all.  It's kind 
of hard to even think about it now.  I don't want to ever have to go through 
something like that again, you know?"  I said, looking up and into his eyes a 
moment.

I looked back down at the front of his desk, then took a big breath before 
saying, "I can't promise you anything until I've learned what I need to know 
about how these symbols work.  I feel like my life depends on learning 
everything I can, and as quickly as possible.  I feel so.. naked now that I 
can see them without understanding how they function.  I can't be the only 
one who sees them, and just knowing that scares the shit out of me."

I looked back up at Higgs, seeing him wearing his thinking frown.  I managed 
to glance back down at the desk before the streams of symbols whizzing about 
him grabbed my attention again.  But even while I tried not to focus on his 
mind, I could feel him arguing it out with himself.  I had the feeling 
whatever it was meant he would be putting himself on the line a little for 
me.

When he finally made his decision, he too took a deep breath before he asked 
me, "If I arranged for you to do what you need to do at Southeast State, do 
you think your mother will let you go?"

My eyes went wide with excitement, and I couldn't help but bellow "Southeast 
State?!?  Oh WOW!  YEAH!  If she doesn't, I'll just have to... Er, beg."

Higgs explained that he had a good friend who was the chairman of the Arts 
and Science department at Southeast State.  In fact, ever since we had 
started working on drawing the symbols, Higgs had been itching to let his old 
college buddy in on the project.  But he knew better than even suggesting it 
to me because I had been so hesitant in letting Higgs show a few even to his 
wife.

It took less than an hour to get my mom's okay and make plans for Higgs and I 
to go down and meet his buddy that Friday.  It took a lot longer to convince 
Higgs I needed someone else to go down and stay with me than anything else.  
Especially since he knew it would probably be Joey who was also just as 
behind in his schoolwork as I was.

But as it turned out, Joey refused.

"Why not!?!" I said a little too loudly.  The two nearest guys in the weight 
room briefly glanced over at me before I made them suddenly have to take a 
big dump.

"I just can't leave now!" Joey said a bit crossly.  "Shit, Tim.  We just got 
home, and I want to spend some time with my family.  Can't this wait for a 
while?  Like maybe this summer?"

"No..  Come on, Joey.  I NEED you.  You know I can't do this with out you.."

"Why not?  You don't need me to feel them out for you any more.  You told 
Higgs you needed someone to act as a briefcase.  You could use anyone for 
that."

"But..  But we're a team.  You know?  And you always notice things I don't 
catch.  And what if.."

"Tim?  Please don't make me choose between you and my family.  You know how I 
feel about them.  I'd do anything for you.  But please don't ask me to do 
this.  I need some space, man.  I need to do something NORMAL, and..  
something that isn't with you..."

He had whispered that last part with his back turned towards me.  My mouth 
hung open realizing Joey felt just as vulnerable and scared as I did.  But 
instead of making preparations to better arm himself, Joey wanted to slip 
between the cracks by returning to a normal existence.  And we both knew what 
that meant to our friendship.

I turned around and walked straight out of the weight room in shock.  All of 
the stress I had concerning Joey's masked hatred and rage started to come 
back to me and add to the discomfort in my gut.  Now I had even more reason 
to leave.  After all, if Joey needed his 'space', the best way to give it to 
him would to not be around.

So I was a bit down hearted after getting so excited about it all.  I did 
need someone to go with me, so I waited outside John's and Brad's classroom 
until the bell rang to end third hour.

I had just started telling them about the symbols and how important they were 
to me when someone at the far end of the hall behind me called my name. 

We were about to continue on our way after not hearing anyone repeat their 
call, when a thin long-haired kid dashed into view and promptly got tripped 
by a senior who had been waiting to do just that.

"Ouch," John said after the kid landed on his face.

I cleared the way and kept everyone from stepping on the scrawny looking 
guy's papers which had slid out of his folder in front of him.  The senior 
who had tripped him had just finished rubbing it in when I got near enough to 
see the kid's nose was bleeding.

"Why don't you take a quick jog into the girls locker room with your 
underwear on your head, and don't come out until you get caught."

"Yeah, okay," the jerk said before making one last sneer at his victim.

"And just for that, piss on the coach's shoes!" I commanded.

"Tim?" a nasally impaired voice said behind me.

I turned towards him, only to find his slightly familiar face rushing towards 
me.  I nearly fell over when he grabbed me and started giving me a huge hug.

"Hey!" I gasped, finding his skinny arms stronger than they looked.

I pulled him off me and was about to ask who the hell he was when his face 
twisted up in anguish and said, "Don't you remember me?  It's me, Eric.  From 
summer camp."

For the second time that day, my mouth fell open in surprise.  

But it only hung open for a moment, for then it was saying, "Eric?!?  Oh my 
God!" while I grabbed him and gave him an even bigger hug than he had given 
me.

Eric was crying as he continued to hug me around the chest, even after I had 
stopped my own hug.  My empathic senses were working double time, making me 
want to blubber a little too, but the only thing I did do was hug him like he 
was my doggy I thought I had lost but had found his way home.

We both snapped out of it when the bell rang.  And that was when I first 
noticed the other scrawny looking long-haired kid standing three feet from us 
looking a bit concerned.

"Hey, man.  Who is this kid?" Brad asked as Eric finally let go.

"He's the one I told you about from summer camp."

"You mean, the queer?" Brad said.

"Errriiic.." the other long-haired kid whined.

"Er, sorry, queer kid," Brad said when I shot him a dirty look. "I just never 
met.. Uh, come on John.  We better get to class.  Later dudes."

"Yeah.  Uhm, see ya around," John said hesitantly.  He took about six paces 
then turned around and said, "Hey. I, uh.. Like, I'm not, but... I don't..."  
then turned red and said, "Yeah, later," before quickly following Brad around 
the corner.

"Who's your friend?" I asked Eric after they both got over their flushing 
fits.

"I'm James," the kid in question answered himself.  Then under his breath he 
said, "The very late to my fourth hour James."

"Shit.  I'm sorry James," Eric said with concern. "I forgot you already had 
three tardies."

"What teacher?" I said as I tried wiping the blood off my shirt from Eric's 
nose.

"Hackmyer, why?" James said, watching me closely.

"OH!" Eric said snapping around towards me again.  "'Cause you're not getting 
a tardy, is he, Tim."

"Nope," I said mirroring Eric's grinning face.  But then I noticed his nose 
was starting to swell and said, "Hey, let's go up to my room and take a look 
at your nose.  It's going to have to have at least some ice put on it."

"But what about class?" James asked.

"Well, since iron-ass thinks you're sitting there falling asleep as you 
usually do, I don't think you have to worry about going to class."

"What did you do?  Meet him before school so you could plan your joke?" James 
said crossly to Eric.

"No!  Tim, show him you can do stuff.  He still doesn't believe me."

"I have a better idea.  Let's go get some ice for your nose, and if he 
doesn't believe you by the time we get up there, I'll suck you both off."

"Yeah, right," James said.

"All right," Eric said a little discouraged.  "But I wish you hadn't said 
that.  James is going to be so horny by the time we get up there, someone's 
going to have to suck him off.  And since I know you won't.."

"What's the matter, Eric?  Don't tell me you don't like sucking cock 
anymore?"

"No way," James said, handing me his shirt.  "He loves it.  It's just he 
swore he wouldn't do it until..."

"James!" Eric said as James pulled down his pants.

"What?" James said. "Oh.  Sorry.  But I thought you and he had done.. stuff."

"Don't mind him, James," I said folding his pants and laying them across my 
arm. "He's just excited.  Come on.  Let's get moving."

Eric stood there as James walked down the hall with me wearing only his 
underpants.  I couldn't help but notice how thin the material was, and how 
visible his small semi-hard cock was.

By the time we reached the stairs, Eric had caught up and was bright eyed 
waiting to see what was to happen next.  Since we were already on the second 
floor, we only had to climb one set of stairs.  But even that had almost been 
too much for Eric to stand.

"Come on.." Eric said to me.

"What?" James asked.

"Oh, all right," I said.  "James, have you ever had one of those dreams where 
you forgot to put any clothes on but your underwear?"

"Yeah.  Sometimes I don't even have the underwear.  Why?"

"CAUSE IT JUST CAME TRUE!" Eric shouted.

"What do you mean, it just came...  OH SHIT!"

I swear I have never seen someone move that fast before.  One moment he was 
standing there, then next he was behind the door of the stairs.

"Uhm, can I have my clothes back now?" James said a few moments later through 
the crack of the door.

"That depends.  Do you believe what Eric told you about me?" I asked.

"Yeah, every word," he lied.

"Eric, he's your friend.  What do you want me to make him do?"

"Uhm...  Give me a sec," Eric said, frowning with thought.

"Come on, you guys.  Give me my clothes back.  I'm getting cold."

"I know!  I want him to give me a piggy back ride!  I gave him one, but he is 
always 'too tired' to give me one."

"Okay.  That sounds fair.  Come on, horsy.  Time to saddle up."

"Mrrrpppphhh," James said coming out from behind the door in a gallop.

"Once around the hallway, James," Eric said excitedly as he climbed onto 
James's crouched over back.  "Giddy-UP!"

I walked over to the door to the room as James rounded the halfway mark, then 
held it open until a very out of breath James carried Eric into the room and 
collapsed on the carpeted floor.

Eric rolled him over and laid on top of him before asking, "Now do you 
believe me?"

James nodded vigorously, still out of breath, especially with Eric's weight 
on top of him.  But his breath slowed down very quickly as Eric's gazed into 
his eyes and slowly lowered his mouth to his.

Even though I had pretty much known they had been fooling around and stuff, 
it still surprised me to see them kissing passionately on the floor like 
that.  James's arms wrapped around Eric's back and started rubbing up and 
down while Eric humped against him slightly, then as soon as they came up for 
air, James started trying to pull Eric's shirt off him.

"I thought you wanted to get your clothes on," Eric teased.

"Now all I want is you out of them," James said.

But Eric wasn't game.  Or at least he wasn't while I was sitting at the table 
watching them with amusement.

"Aww.." James whined when Eric got up and came over to the table.

"I never though I'd see you do that," I admitted to Eric, handing him the 
cold pack for his nose.

"What?  Kiss another guy?" Eric said surprised.

"Fuck no.  I didn't think you would ever be the one to stop like that.  I'm 
proud of you, Eric.  You've gained a lot of self control."

Eric beamed from my statement, and I really was proud of him.  But most of 
all, I was happy he was doing so well.  Not only had he completely been left 
alone by Steven, but he also had found someone like himself to care about.  
And he truly wanted to do for James what he believed I had done for him.  But 
it hadn't been easy, that's for sure.

"So how are you here and not on the other side of the state?" I began with.

"My dad.  Oh, how I've wanted to tell you all this!" Eric said excitedly.  
"My dad was promoted and transferred over here last spring.  And after you 
had left us alone all winter, he started to believe me about you.  He still 
had our letters with your address on them, and we came out here to see if we 
could find someplace close by so I could see you.

"What happened to you anyway?  I mean, I checked to see if anyone was at your 
house almost all summer long, and then when school started, I ran into Suzi.  
But she didn't know who I was, who you were, or what's his name.... or 
anything.  And why did she dye her hair?  I almost didn't recognize her."

"That's a long story, and it isn't something I like to think about too much.  
But I'll tell you a little.  Joey and I were kidnapped, Joey was brainwashed 
and managed to grab Suzi, and then Suzi was brainwashed too.  Suzi's made a 
full recovery besides the black hair, and Joey sorta too, but I don't want to 
talk about that.  And when school started, Joey and I went to find his long 
lost sister, and we just got back from that."

"Oh," Eric said blankly.   He hadn't expected anything like that.  He thought 
I had gone on a world tour or something.  But he brightened up when James sat 
down beside him at the table and gave him a little shove.

"Why do you bother asking questions?" James suddenly asked.

"Huh?  What do you mean?" I replied.

"From what Eric said, you read minds as easy as watching TV.   Why don't you 
just find out what you want to know without bothering to ask for it?"

"Because it's rude, for one thing.  And a lot of times asking questions tells 
me more than what I want to know.  I can read your mind, but if I want to 
find something out besides what you're thinking, I have to go and dig it out.  
It's just easier to let you do that.  And stop thinking about Eric's asshole.  
What makes you think I'd get turned on enough by that to suck you off?"

"James!" Eric said, giving him a shove back.  "You're a sicko!"

"Yeah, well, you're the one who like to talk about other people's asses," 
James teased.  "Tim, did you know he likes to Mffph.."

"What was that James?" I said as Eric struggled to keep James's mouth covered 
by his hand.

"I sffg, Phew! I said he likes to hehhhee, Stop! hehhehheheh! Eric!" James 
cried as Eric began tickling him.

Eric continued his tickle torture until James finally said, "ALL RIGHT!  I 
won't say a word about it!"

"That's better," Eric said with a look of victory.

James straightened himself out, mostly straightening his hair, then suddenly 
looked me straight in the eye with an intense look on his face and his eyes 
wide.

I couldn't help but laugh at the message he sent me.  And when I looked over 
at Eric with a smile, Eric moaned, then slugged James in the shoulder and 
said, "Oh, I give UP!"

"Come on, Eric.  It's not anything I didn't know already.  Don't you remember 
you did that to me that day in the tent?"

"Oh yeah!" Eric brightened.  "And you said not to do it again because you 
didn't want to get to liking it so much that you would make people do it.  Or 
something like that."

"You can do it to me anytime you want," James said with a grin.

"I thought you were tired of it?" Eric said.

"I was, but that was last week.  And I'm so horny from thinking about it, I'm 
getting ready to squeal."

Eric laughed at that like it was the funniest thing on earth.  Neither one of 
them noticed I hadn't a clue of what the joke was.

Eric and I started to talk about what we've done and where we've been, and 
while Eric kept trying to include James, James remained quiet for the most 
part.

When the bell rang for the second lunch period, James asked, "Hey, would it 
be okay if I went to lunch now?  Like I'm hungry, and it would give you time 
to catch up."

"I guess," I said.

James whispered something into Eric's ear that made Eric grin slightly before 
dodging my eyes and turning a little red.  James just grinned at me, and 
walked out.

"You love him, don't ya," I said point blank.

"Yeah.  After we moved here and I couldn't find you, James and I caught each 
other checking each other out in the mall.  That was cool.  We like knew, you 
know?  But I didn't let anything happen until we got to know each other 
really good.  I let myself fall in love with him before we did anything 
sexual.  That's what you wanted me to do, wasn't it?"

I was smiling at him, and simply nodded my head.

Eric's own smile disappeared a moment later, and then he said, "Tim, why did 
you leave me like that?"

"Oh, Eric.." I said, seeing him tear up a little.  "Come 'ere."

Without hesitating, Eric dropped the cold pack on the table and followed me 
to the sofa where we both sat down.

"I didn't plan on leaving you like that.  But it came down to you having 
either me or your dad help you, and it had to be your dad.  Besides, you 
needed someone who lived close by, not on the other side of the state.  And 
your dad would have never believed I hadn't made you like you are if I hadn't 
given you up like that.  I didn't want to leave you, but I didn't have much 
choice...  I really did miss you."

"You did?" Eric said, his smile coming back a little.

"Yeah.  I can't believe you're here either.  It's so cool."

Eric wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly before saying, "Tim, I 
love you.  I've waited so long to tell you that.  I don't ever want to be 
away from you again."

I gave Eric a hug back, finding his words and emotions starting overpower my 
own.  But then Eric looked up at me and started closing in to give me a kiss, 
and I suddenly got a little scared at how fast things were going.

I moved to avoid his lips,  saying "Eric... I'm not really sure I want to.."

But the hurt look on his face made me bite my tongue, and as his emotional 
state went to hell, I made up my mind and said, "I love you too, Eric."

"Then why?" he said before choking up and looking away.

"Because...  I just need...  Oh, Eric.  Look at me, please?"

He raised his head up blinking his tears out, and looked at me with a puppy-
dog look in his eyes.  My empathic abilities kicked in automatically, and in 
seconds I felt the strength of his feelings towards me.

When his friends at school began harassing him for being gay, Eric held on to 
his experience with me to help him through the emotional grief.  While his 
dad did help him a lot, Eric's loneliness magnified his feelings for me.  I 
had become his hero, perhaps even a super hero of sorts, and even after 
meeting James and adopting his hair and dress style, he was still inspired to 
be just like me.

I saw how my rejection had hurt him, and how dependant he was on my 
acceptance.  So there was no question to what I had to do.

"I just wasn't ready, that's all.  I wasn't expecting you to want to kiss me, 
and I guess I panicked," I said rubbing my right hand over his bony back.

He stayed silent as I moved closer and eased his side up to my chest, 
switching to rub his shoulders when he shifted his weight against me.  When 
he finally relaxed, I wrapped my arms around him for a gentle hug, then gave 
him a peck on the forehead that caused him look up at me again.

This time when he approached my face, I found myself anticipating his kiss 
with some excitement.  I knew I was letting myself get in a little deeper 
than I probably should, but I told myself this was Eric, and I had let him go 
once.  I knew I couldn't let him go again.

Eric had learned his lessons well.  His kiss was well controlled and 
unrushed, and after a few minutes of exchanging gentle dry kisses, I found 
myself sliding down the back of the couch as Eric's tongue brushed across my 
lips.  I could feel his energy, his excitement, and most of all his love 
flowing through him, and I started feeling some of it stirring within me too.

I quite frankly was swept away by the emotions I was receiving from him.  And 
his controlled and precise manor was so unlike the Eric I had known, I kept 
having to open my eyes to make sure it was still him.

Our tongues met at the entrances to each other's mouths, and once we had 
reintroduced them, they took turns probing the other's den.  By the time we 
came up for air, I was on my back, my legs and feet on the couch, and 
realizing it was Eric's hardon in his jeans that was pressing against my bare 
lower stomach.

"Shit, Eric.  You've grown!" I said feeling his hardon through his jeans.

"So have you!" Eric said, pressing his hardon into my hand while feeling mine 
with his own.

"But you must be almost as big as I am, and you're two years younger!  You'll 
be huge!" I exclaimed, giving him a couple more squeezes before letting it 
go.

"I know.  My dad is huge too.  It sucks," he said continuing to manipulate my 
own hard member.

"Why?" I said a bit fast.

"'Cause I'm too big for James.  God, Tim.  I need to suck you so bad," he 
said, undoing my pants.

"Hey," I said stopping his hand pulling my zipper down.  "What about James.  
Don't you think he would.."

"Huh?  Nah.  He knew I wanted to do this.  He even wants me to."

"How do you know that?"

"Cause before he left, he told me wanted to taste your stuff when he kissed 
me, so make sure I saved him some," he said offhanded like.

"Oh," I said feeling my dick jump and struggle to get out.

Eric pulled my pants off entirely, then planted his face into my crotch and 
took a deep breath.

"Mmmm..  Just like I remembered," he said before carefully slipping my boxers 
down.

"Fuck," Eric muttered.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing.  Its just... You're so.. beautiful... and big.  I'm not sure if 
I'll find James so good after yours.  Especially after you fuck me."

"Hey," I said struggling to sit up a little.  "A blow job is one thing, but 
intercourse is another.  I don't need to fuck you to love you."

"I know that, but... Well I... You see, James..  Oh, never mind," Eric said 
before taking the head of my dick in his mouth.

"Down boy," I said.

As my hardon shrunk in Eric's desperate mouth, I sat up and reached out to 
his chin.  My dick flopped out of his mouth as I raised his head up level 
with mine, then said, "Tell me what you were going to say."

Without glancing away from my eyes he said, "James won't let me fuck him.  I 
was sorta hoping you would let me if I let you."

Eric was searching my face for any hints of either arousal or displeasure, 
and I realized he was also holding his breath.  I knew if I said no, he would 
pretend he could simply accept it, and maybe he even believed he could.  If I 
agreed, he would only wish to do it again, and sooner or later I would have 
to refuse and hurt his feelings anyway.

But the fact was, I didn't want to lose the emotional support I was gaining 
from him.  Eric had turned my day around, and I had to admit I wouldn't mind 
having him fuck my ass once in a while.  I guess I simply have too much of my 
mother in me.

"I will agree on a few conditions.  A, James has to agree to it."

"He will," Eric said excitedly.

"B, we work on getting James to let you do him once.  It's only fair."

"You won't get any argument from me," Eric said with a glowing face.

"C, You don't try and seduce me every time you get horny.  You have to 
control yourself, otherwise I'll do it for you. Understand?"

Eric paused a moment, then noticed my dick had hardened again.

"Yeah....  Is that it?"  Eric said softly, taking my dick into his hand.

"Just one last thing," I said, pulling his slowly pumping hand off my cock.  
"I want to make sure you're not bigger than I think you are.  Let me do the 
depantsing so I can see how you've grown."

Eric backed up without a word so I could sit normally on the couch.  As I 
reached to undo his pants, Eric gasped, making me look up at him.

"Tim, I can't tell you how..."

"I know, Eric," I said, pulling his pants down to his knees.  "Shit, you're 
hung," I said, staring at the lump in his briefs. "Well, here goes nothing."

After I pulled his underwear down, I sat there staring until Eric fearfully 
asked, "Well?"

"I can't get over how big you are.  You're not as big around as Joey yet, but 
you're bigger than I am.  Maybe longer too, but it's hard to tell.  How big 
is your dad?"

"Bigger.  Not as long though.  He says I probably won't get that big, but I 
don't know...  Can we...  you know...  Let them touch?  Like last time?"

I stood up with my dick standing straight out towards him, finding the top of 
his head not fitting under my chin anymore. Eric's height was only just 
starting to catch up with mine, but I found his dick as nearly the same 
length as mine, and clearly thicker too.  We angled our dicks to touch heads, 
and Eric's managed to smear it's precum on mine.

So to stay true to the memory, I wiped it off with my finger, then surprised 
Eric by putting it in my mouth just as he had done a year and a half before.

But that was were the sequence of events stopped following the past.  To my 
surprise, Eric stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me again, my dick 
smashed between our bellies while his was slowly slipping between my legs.  I 
felt him sob happily into my shirt, then held him close against me as he let 
his emotions flow out.

I was feeling things I had never truly felt for another guy before, even 
Joey.  Any time I had done something with Joey, it had been a sharing of our 
closeness that went beyond the physical kind.  We pleasured each other, and 
had fun, but it wasn't really a lustful desire to sexually join together.  
Whenever Joey and I had sex alone, it had always been with regret that Suzi 
hadn't been there.  Even in the dirty sex.

But this was entirely different.  Feeling his dick throbbing between my 
parting legs excited me in a way I hadn't been since the first time I had 
made love with Suzi and Joey.  I felt this need to hold him, make love to 
him, and spend time exploring his body and soul.  But most of all, I wanted 
to feel his cock in my ass, and later mine in his.  There was an 
overshadowing element that made my feelings for him more sexual than sensual.

Just as I was about to tell him to fuck me, I discovered his dick had 
softened while he had been pouring out his joy and tears.  I instantly took a 
hold of myself, and as my own hardon went down, I led us to the couch and 
laid us down on it.

"Will you promise me something?" Eric said, looking up sniffing.

"Of course. What?"

"Promise me you'll never leave me like that again.  No matter what happens, 
don't ever leave me again."

"I promise.  For now on, I'll always be here for you.  Okay Eric?"

"Thank you," he said softly, laying his head on my chest again.

Eric laid on top of me like that without either of us saying another word.  
And when the bell rang announcing the end of the second lunch, neither of us 
wanted to be the first to end the moment.  We were still like that when James 
flung the door open with a big grin.

James lost his grin immediately, realizing his plans of catching us in the 
act hadn't quite played out.  As James closed the door gently wearing a red 
face, Eric moved to get up, but I held him tight against me so when James 
turned around, he found us just as we had been the moment he had came in.

"Uhm," James said uncertain, "do you want me to like, eat another lunch or 
something?"

"Please stay," Eric said before I could respond.

"Did you do it?" James said with small leering smile on his face, slipping 
into the chair nearest to the door.

"No," Eric said wearily.  "We only hugged and kissed a little."

"Oh.." James said disappointed.  "Are you?"

"Are we?" Eric repeated to me.

I kissed him gently on the lips, then said, "Oh, I don't know.  Let's have a 
drink first."

Eric got off and sat back down on the sofa as I got up and walked over to the 
fridge.  Just before I opened the fridge door, I felt Eric suddenly realize 
what I had meant by a drink.

"Wait!" Eric cried jumping up, then pausing as his attention was captured by 
his boyfriend's eyeing of my equipment.  "Tim, maybe that's not such a great 
idea.  I mean, maybe James shouldn't..."

"What?" James said.

"Don't worry Eric.  I wasn't going to give him any.  If he wants some, he'll 
have to earn it."

"Earn it?" James said with a hint of displeasure.  "What are you guys talking 
about?"

"Don't you remember?  The bubble gummy drink that makes you all horny and..."

"PLEASE?" James begged before standing up.  "I'll do whatever you say.."

"Okay," I said grinning.  "Let Eric fuck you."

"Anything but that," James said walking over to us with a frown.

"Oh, come on, James," Eric whined.  "It only hurts at first, then it feels 
really good."

"No way.  You know I can't handle paAAYYY!" he yelled before gasping and 
bending over with a groan of pleasure.

"See how good if feels?" I teased as I handed Eric his glass.  "And that's 
just what it feels like to have it inside you.  Fucking even feels better."

James started thrusting his butt back and forth trying to get the invisible 
cock to slide in and out.  But since it wasn't really there, nothing he did 
worked, and finally he lost his balance and landed flat on his butt, my 
invisible dick evaporating from inside him.

"Do that again!" James said with the smile and enthusiasm of a ten year old.

"Sorry," I simply said, pointing to Eric.  "He's the only one here who can 
make you feel that again."

"Fuck," James said, putting on his frown again before turning away from us as 
he got back on his feet.

Eric stepped up and put his arms around him while pressing his hardon against 
James's jean covered butt and putting his mouth against James's neck for a 
wet tonguey kiss.  As Eric continued slobbering his neck, he started gently 
humping his butt, and I watched James's expression lighten until his eyes 
finally started to glaze over with his horniness.

James mouth opened slightly, and as he started to breathe deeper breaths 
through it, Eric's hands started to undo his jeans, not stopping his slow 
humping movements or sucking until he had to pause to let the pants fall down 
to his knees.

James stood there looking like he was in a trance, making it obvious to me 
Eric knew exactly what he was doing.  James never moved even when Eric pulled 
his underpants down, but as soon as Eric's dick pressed against his ass 
cheeks, James snapped out of it and his eyes started filling with fear.

I got up to get the KY when Eric spit into his hand and knelt down, and saw 
Eric bend James over out of the side of my eyes.

"I...  UHH..MMMmmmm," James sputtered out as Eric began working on James's 
rose.

After handing Eric the KY, I poured James a glass and said, "Here.  This 
might just make you so horny that you don't feel the pain."

"Shit," I added when James drank it down in one gulp.

I had just taken the glass back from him when he made a very loud gasp and 
another groan from Eric's finger slipping into his relaxing ass.

Eric led James over to the couch and had him get on his knees so he could be 
more comfortable.  Eric's dick was starting to drool with precum, and it was 
obvious by the way he was getting rougher he was starting to feel the drink's 
full affects.

"Oh MAN Eric. <gasp>  That is really feeling  UHHH!  Fuck that felt good.  Do 
it aga..UHHH!  Yeah!  UHHH!  UHHH!  UHH-ARRHHHH!!!!" James screeched when 
Eric put his third finger in.

"FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!" he screamed.  "ERIC!" he said fighting the tears.  
"PPPPLease Take it OUt?"

"Okay," Eric said confidently.

"Thank..  ARGGGG  FUCK! SHITEN ARHHHGGG  NOOO!!"  James cried when Eric 
shoved his dick in.

"Come on James.  PUSH so I can get in all the way!" Eric exclaimed.

"FUCK no!  GET it OUT ERIC!"  he sobbed. "Eric...  Eric, please!  It hurts so 
bad!"

"But.. But..." Eric said, torn between his lover's cries and the lust in his 
blood.

"Eric, when he pushes, thrust all the way in him," I said, sitting down next 
to James's wiggling body.

Before James could protest, I reached down to his dick and grasped it while 
using my magic touch.  James groaned and bucked, nearly throwing Eric off him 
before Eric slid into him to the hilt.

Eric bent down and started licking the back of James's neck, and as the drink 
started to take affect on James, I let go of his dick and grinned when he 
continued to groan and gasp.

Suddenly Eric gasped, then stood back up and slowly started to pull back.  
James was flinching from the mixture of pain and pleasure, then spotted my 
dick standing up next to him.

"Whoa...  Sorry James.  I'm not a pacifier.  Down boy," I said as James 
struggled to get my dick into his mouth.

I ended up having to stand up and pull my shorts and pants on to keep him 
from sucking me.  But after another minute of watching Eric gently sucking on 
James' neck and shoulders, pinching James' nipples, all while slowly and 
carefully pulling out and pushing his love rod back into James' ass, I found 
myself wanting someone to suck or fuck with, especial since the drink was 
starting to kick in.

Eric never looked... sexy before to me.  He was being so gentle, so loving to 
James, every once in a while stopping his oral loving of James' skin to tell 
him he loved him or ask if it was feeling better yet.  His skin was 
practically tan-less, his leg hair only just starting to darken, and his 
shoulder-length hair all seemed so innocently sexy that I knew what I was 
going to do.  

When I kissed his bare shoulder like he was doing to James, Eric froze.  I 
pressed myself against his back, my cock finding a nice groove in between his 
ass cheeks to lay against, and tenderly washed his shoulder going up to his 
neck.  Eric's hand pulled my face up to his, and we hungrily kissed each 
others mouths while James started to rock back and forth on Eric's cock on 
his own.

James was feeling the drink's full effects by then, and as his movements 
became more desperate, Eric and I had to stop the kiss from the jolts.  

Eric felt so... pure to my empathic senses.  Just touching him brought out a 
feeling of goodness and nature's best intentions.  He tasted clean, he 
smelled clean, he acted clean.. Clean of deception, corruption, and most of 
all, my meddling.  I hadn't felt anyone feel this way to me since before 
Steven walked in my life.

I was exploring his smooth ribby hairless chest with my hands, kissing him as 
he had been James, helping Eric meet James' thrusts by going with Eric's 
humps.  I was really getting turned on by the way Eric's body felt against me 
as he fucked, and pretty soon found my hand moving towards Eric's rose.

"Uhhhhh, yeah..  Please Tim... Please..." Eric gasped out as he slowed his 
humps so my fingers could work.  "Uhhhhh...  UHHHhhhhh....  UHHHHHH!"

Somehow I managed to ignore the incredible sight of the symbols whizzing 
around us, probably from the added effects of both the drink and my empathic 
senses being overwhelmed by Eric's desire.

"Eric.." James' whined.  "Fuck me harder!"

"Okay Eric," I said in between my sucking kisses of his soft neck.  "You 
ready?"

"Uhh huh..   UUUUHHHHHHHHH!"

I slid in all they way as he pushed his shitting muscles as hard as he could, 
and I gasped at feeling how tight he was.

"Uhhhh"  I said.

"UUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Eric agreed a bit painfully.

"Hrrrrrr!" James argued as he started going back and forth as fast as he 
could.

"ArrGHH!" Eric cried as the extra motion caused his ass to burn with pain.

"James!  Slow the fuck down!" I yelled.

When he didn't, I overrode his control and set it for a slower speed.

"Uuhh! UhhH!  UHHH!  HEY!" James' said urgently.

"Shit, Tim..  It hurts almost as much as the first time..." Eric gasped out.

"UHHH!" James said urgently.

"Do you want me to make him stop all together?" I asked Eric before licking 
his cheek.

"Nnno..  God..  Do that again a couple of times and I'll won't feel it any 
more."

I did, and after a few more licks, Eric's own tongue kept coming out to touch 
mine on my passes near his mouth.  We both never realized I had started 
fucking him after a few minutes, but when we did, Eric grabbed James' ass and 
leaned over a little.

Eric and I surprisingly got into a rhythm almost immediately and began 
fucking faster and faster until we lost control and had to start over again.  
I think we must have cum four times each before the three of us collapsed on 
the floor exhausted. 

"Hey, can we do that every day?" James said while pulling his pants on 
several minute later.

"No, James," Eric said with a sigh.  "We can't do it every day like that.  
We'd get tired of it too quick.  Besides, Tim isn't like us.  He likes girls 
better."

"Shit," I said, realizing I wouldn't be around anyway.  "Uhm, Eric?  I got 
some bad news.."

"Owe!  Don't say that?" Eric said with his face twisted.

"I'm sorry Eric..  Really, I am.  I'm going down with Higgs to Southeastern 
State Friday, and if everything goes right, I'll be going down there for a 
while."

"How long?" Eric said softly with his back to me.

"I don't know.  A couple of months probably."

"A couple of MONTHS?" he said turning around and tearing up.  "I just found 
you!  And you promised!  You promised you wouldn't leave me again!"

"Eric.." James whined.  "It'll be okay..  I'll be still here with you?  I'll 
let you fuck me any time you want.." James said comforting.

"You don't understand..  Neither of you understand!  I..  I.." Eric groaned 
in frustration, holding his head.

"Sit down," I said gently, pulling him over to the couch by the arm.

James plopped down next to him on the other side, and once I had my jeans 
zipped back up, I did the same.

"What don't we understand?" I asked.

He looked at me with pleading eyes, and I had to struggle to prevent his gaze 
from opening an empathic connection.

"I've waited over a year to be with you.  Before meeting James, the only 
reason I had for getting up in the morning was to hope I could find you 
somehow.  I prayed every night, I spent over twenty dollars in pennies at 
wishing wells, I even told my dad I wouldn't be gay anymore if he would just 
let me write to you one more time.

"But now.. <sniff> I find you, and now you have to go away again? <sniff>  I 
can't...  I just can't do that again.  Please don't go?   Please?  I'll do 
what ever you want, just don't leave me?"

"Oh, Eric," I said, pulling him to my chest and hugging him.  "I don't want 
to leave you, I really don't.  But...  But you don't understand either.  I 
have to go, and I don't know if I can explain why to you."

"Why not?  Can't you just beam it into our heads?" James said, sounding 
tired.

"Beam it into your.." I said as I attempted to figure out how to do it 
without taking forever.

Eric let go of me and moved to hug James instead, but ended up having to get 
up so James could lay down halfway.

"I forgot how tired that stuff makes you feel," Eric said with a yawn.

"Whoa..  So did I," I said, realizing I was feeling pretty drowsy myself.  
"Why don't we just pull the bed out and take a nap.  Then afterwards I'll try 
and explain it directly, okay?"

"Bed?" James said, looking around.

"You dork," Eric said.  "You're laying on it."

"Oh..  huh?"

"Stand up James and move out of the way," I said standing up myself and 
tossing the cushion on my half into the corner.

James complied, then after the other cushion had followed the first, I pulled 
the bed out and discovered to my dismay there were no sheets.

"WOW!" James said, truly amazed.  "Hey..  Do all couches do that?"

I was giving James this really weird look, but when Eric gave me a look of 
his own, I went to where we kept the sheets and got some out.

"..so no, they don't all have beds in them," Eric finished when I returned.

"Oh..  Man, that would have been nice that one time we were at your house 
watching TV all night.  If your couch had a bed in it.."

"Yeah..  But we made do, didn't we.  SQUEAL!"

They both broke out laughing while I finished putting the bottom sheet on, 
then I tossed the cover to them and told them to put it on while I got the 
pillows.

"Hey, Tim?" James said, stifling another yawn.  Can we.. you know.."

"What?" I said, slipping the second pillow case on.

"He wants to get naked in bed," Eric said off handedly.

"Yeah," James confirmed.  "And then see if anything else happens."

"I don't care about sleeping in the nude, but..." I said, yawning myself, 
"but I'm going to sleep.  If you two want to cuddle, that's your business."

"He's not talking about cuddling, Tim," Eric said, pulling his shirt off 
again.

"Oh.  No.  Cuddling okay, but that's it."

"Oh.. You two take all the fun out of things," James said, already nude and 
bouncing onto the bed.  "Hey, Eric.  You want to cuddle with me or Tim?"

"You," Eric said, bouncing up next to him.  "But first I want to kiss ya for 
being the best fuck a guy could have."

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but their kissing kept getting 
louder and louder until I realized it wasn't kissing any more, but sucking.  
One quick peek with my telepathic vision and I confirmed they had worked 
themselves into a 69 and were both getting ready to shoot.

I thought that they would quit after that, but the old Eric was having a come 
back.  Not that James wasn't pleased when Eric asked James to fuck him, and I 
patiently waited for them to finish.

But they didn't quit even then.  Eric had his turn again, then they ended up 
kissing again.

By the time they had worn themselves out, I was wide awake and a little horny 
myself.  But when I found them sleeping in each others arms like a pair of 
teddy bears, I didn't have any problem with going to sleep after that.

The end of fifth hour's bell woke us all up, but I didn't realize anyone was 
getting up until the door slammed shut.  Before I could open my eyes to check 
who had left, Eric cuddled up against me and said, "He has a test in HomEc.  
He has to bake a cake."

We both snickered, then I started to let myself fall back asleep.

But before I was completely asleep, Eric crawled up to my face and waited.

I open my eyes and found his closed as his slightly open mouth hovered over 
mine.  I raised my lips to touch his, then found him coming down on top of 
me.

Oh, could he kiss.  At first I thought he was trying to lead up to something 
again, and I wasn't about to do anything else that day.  But Eric didn't try 
to do anything but make love to my lips, not even really using his tongue all 
that much.

I have no idea how long he slowly ate my lips with his own.  All I know by 
the time he finally let up, I was completely limp all over.

"Tim," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on 
my chest.  "Take us with you.  If you have to leave, then take me and James 
with you.  I can't let you go again."

"You know... That's not a bad idea," I said, stroking his long hair 
affectionately.

"Really?" he said looking up with bright eyes.

"Yeah.  I kind of need someone to go with me.  But I doubt I can take you 
both."

"Why?"

"Well..  Okay, just suppose we somehow talk your mom and dad into letting go 
with me for a month or two.  At least your dad may know I don't mean you any 
harm.  But James' mom and dad don't even know me.  They're not gonna let him 
go with a stranger."

"That's not a problem," Eric said laying his head back down.

"What do you mean?  I'm not going mess with any one's mind just to.."

"No.  It just won't be a problem, that's all."

"Eric...  Why?"

He sighed, then looked back up at me with a very serious and concerned face.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone.  Not even Suzi or what's his name."

"Joey, and I promise."

"I really mean it.  You can't tell anyone, or I might lose James too."

"Hey, I promise, okay?  Now tell me before I look for myself."

"James' mom died when he was just a baby.  And his dad kind of.."

"What?"

"He found out James was gay a couple of weeks ago and threw him out.  James 
sneaks into my room every night to sleep, and I sneak food for him.  So you 
see, there's no problem.  He can go."

"Shit.  No wonder his underwear was so thin."

"Well, that's because he washes them every day.  He won't use mine...  He can 
go then, right?"

"We don't even know if you can go yet..  Look.  Let me think about it, and 
I'll still have to run it by Higgs tomorrow to get his okay.  He's not gonna 
like letting both of you out of classes.  I'm not even sure he'll let one of 
you go."

"Can't you just..  You know.."

"NO!  He's not just my principal, but my friend too.  Besides, I trust his 
opinion sometimes more than my own.  Don't worry too much though.  I'm pretty 
sure he'll say okay.  Just don't say anything to James in case it he 
doesn't."

"Okay...  But if James can't go, then I'm not going either.  I can't leave 
him."

"I know...  You know what?"

"What?"

"James is a lucky guy to have you...  And so am I," I said, kissing him on 
the top of his head.

Eric's only reply was to sigh happily and close his eyes to sleep.

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PLEASE NOTE: I finally finished and posted chapter 7 part 3 which this
chapter mentions events from, so if you don't remember Eric's loss of 
virginity, you might want to go look for it. :)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 3 - Symbolic Relations
(mm oral)

Dr. Kinmon, Mr. Higgs' old friend, had a nice, neat, orderly office with 
several green plants growing by the two windows.  After Higgs and he shook 
hands and finished the old ritual "It's been a long time," "How's the wife," 
and arguing that their kids were driving them more nuts that the other, Dr. 
Kinmon waited for us to tell him what our visit was about.

"Arron..  You remember when we spent days studying the pictures of the 
Egyptian hieroglyphics in the library?"

"Of course I do.  You know I still dabble in them.  Why do you ask?"

Mr. Higgs looked at me and nodded, so I pulled out the large colored sketches 
I had two of my best drawers draw up for me the day before and handed the six 
by eight inch symbols to the doctor.

"What on Earth?" he said, looking intensely at the first two.  "Where did you 
get these..  beautiful glyphs?"

"That's going to take some explaining, Arron.  Just don't worry about where 
we got them from just yet.  Tim, tell him what each one stands for."

"What?  Oh, sorry," I said, pulling my attention away from the fascinating 
streams in the doctor's head.  "The first one is...  bend,  the second is... 
release, the third one I haven't found a word to describe what it does yet, 
but I could show you later.  Uhm the fourth...  the fourth...  Wait a sec, I 
just have to try that one again.."

"What are you doing?" the doctor asked as I concentrated on my right arm.

"Oh yeah," I said after my arm tensed up.  "It means go stiff or something 
like that.  It's like a group symbol, but doesn't have the regular... er...  
pointy thing on the left middle side."

"Wil,[SWB1] is this some kind of joke?" Doctor Kinmon asked.

"No, Arron.  We're very serious.  Look at them.  Have you ever seen anything 
like them before?"

"Well, not in such detail, but yes."

"What?  Where?"  I said, scanning his mind frantically.

"First you tell me where these came from.  I take it you drew these?" he 
asked me.

"Where's the manuscript with the symbols now?" I queried after I found the 
old parchment which the doctor had managed to obtain for his own collection.

"What?  How did you know <something> <something>..." he said after his mind 
had instantly recalled the location of the document when I asked.  

(I hadn't commanded him to think of it.  It's just a natural thing the mind 
does.  When someone asks a question, you automatically look up the answer in 
your mind and then evaluate whether or not to answer the question based on 
the answer itself.)

I had walked behind his desk to a life size picture of the old document and 
was studying it before realizing the doctor was getting rather angry and was 
telling Higgs if he didn't get some straight answers that we would have to 
leave.

"Mr. Higgs, look at this.  I can't believe it....  Doctor Kinmon, do you have 
any idea what this says?"

"No, and you couldn't possibly know either.  Wil, I'm sorry, but this has 
gone far enough.  I'm much too busy to...  What is it?"  Doctor Kinmon asked 
when my face went white with shock.

"I..  I just...  Oh my God.." I said, feeling weak in the knees.

"Tim," Higgs said softly as he led me to a chair and had me sit down.  
"What's the matter?  Did you read it and it do something to you?"

"No..  I mean, yeah, I read it.  Part of it.  It can't hurt anyone just by 
reading it, but I almost tried to do what it said as I read..  Oh my God.  I 
could have killed everyone here."

"What?" the Doctor said as Higgs stiffened from my statement.  "How?  Don't 
tell me you believe in this... witchcraft!"

"Tim, you better show him now," Mr. Higgs said putting his hand on my 
shoulder.

"Show me what?  Your hocus pocus?  Wil, this had gone way too far.  I really 
want you.. to..  <gasp>"

"Doctor, the symbols you see flying around inside his head are real.  They 
control the mind and some parts of the body, mostly anything using the 
nervous system.  Telepaths can send these symbols to other people's minds, 
and can change what a person thinks, does, or feels.  Every person seems to 
have a different pattern of symbols, and I really need someone's help to 
understand how they all work.  I'm not going to use them to hurt anyone.  I 
just need to be able to protect myself from someone else using them against 
me.

"Mr. Higgs thought you might be able to arrange setting up a special group of 
students or teachers that could help me figure them out.  I can't promise 
much, but I can promise this.  I won't harm anyone, and you probably would 
never have a chance to see them again without my help. 

"I'm going to stop sharing what I see with you now, okay?  It's making me 
tired," I said as I closed the link.

"You okay?" Mr. Higgs asked me when I shut my eyes and held my head.

"I will be.  I just haven't done that kind of... link before.  I think I 
better lay down, though."

"Arron, are YOU okay," Mr. Higgs asked his friend who hadn't moved.

"What?  Oh.  Just give me a minute, Wil.  It's still sinking in."

Mr. Higgs sighed after a moment, then walked back over to the picture on the 
wall. 

"Tim, what exactly does this thing do?" he asked after studying it.

"Well, part of it is something like...  uhm, remember when Joey and I were 
working on that seeking blanket?  We made it into a pulse, like a radar 
pulse, remember?"

"Yes, yes.  Go on."

"Well, it uses that kind of... delivery...  I never thought about adding 
commands to the pulse like that..  Oh well, anyway.. the pulse is like a 
telepathic death ray.  I'm not sure what all it does, but after you said that 
about stopping people's hearts the other day, I kind of worked out what 
symbols would do that.  Seven lines down.  From the fifth symbol on the left 
to the second on the next line.  That's them.  What the others do I don't 
know.  I'm sure they just make it more.. deadly."

"You mean, if you had..  transmitted these symbols, the two of us would have 
had heart attacks?"  Doctor Kinmon asked.

"Not just you, but..  I don't know how far I could send them.  But the last 
time Joey and I measure our range, we could reach about four and a half miles 
with our pulse.  And that was about a year ago."

"Good lord.  That would have killed everyone on campus," Doctor Kinmon said, 
sitting down in his chair, hard.

"Arron, maybe you should get rid of this thing," Higgs suggested, turning his 
back on it.

"I wouldn't bother," I said, not looking at them.

"What?" Doctor Kinmon gasped.

"Why not?" Higgs asked.

"Who ever wrote that was just showing off.  No one would bother ever using 
it.  Building up a pulse like that would have taken too much time and energy.  
There's a lot simpler ways to kill everyone around you.  And like I said, I 
never thought about using a pulse to carry commands before.  There might be 
other things I could learn from it.  Like how to stop it, or do the opposite 
to someone having a real heart attack."

"Shit, Wil.  He's talking like it's an everyday thing," the doctor said to 
Higgs.  Then to me he said, "I'm not sure if it would be safe to help you 
with this.  What if you make some kind of mistake and everyone involved dies?  
What if someone else takes what we learn and uses it for their own purposes.  
Perhaps in this case the best thing would be to...  live in ignorance?"

"Arron, I don't pretend to know what Tim has gone through to reach this 
point, but I believe that he does need our help in working this out.  I can 
vouch that he would never abuse what he learns.  And he made a very good 
point to me the other day.  If he can see them, then so can others.  And that 
scares the shit out of me too."

"Hey!  Principals aren't supposed to cuss!" I said sitting up grinning.

"Hush, Tim," Higgs said with a small grin of his own.  "If you tell anyone, 
I'll make sure you get tardies for every one of those classes you've 
skipped."

"Yikes!  That's something like a year of detentions.  Uhm, what did you say 
Mr. Higgs?  Scared the poop out of you?"

"But how does that justify risking the lives of everyone involved?" the 
doctor insisted.

"Doctor Kinmon, there's no risk of anyone dying because..  well...  Can I 
just show you what I have in mind?  It's just the Einstein linking, Mr. 
Higgs.  Nothing more."

"Wil?"

"It's safe, Arron.  Tim and a few others have used this a lot without anyone 
ever getting hurt."

"Well, no one but me, but all I do is get tired.  And the more I do it, the 
less tired I get."

"All right," the doctor said.

"Go ahead," Mr. Higgs said when I looked at him with a questioning look.

"Right.  Just listen to me count backwards and think it as I say it..  Ready?  
Three... two... one... Linked."

Mr. Higgs got a kick out of finally experiencing the link which he had helped 
develop.  Well, actually it was Joey who came up with the idea, but we would 
have never made it that far without Mr. Higgs' help.  And since he was so 
familiar with the concepts, Mr. Higgs picked up how to share his knowledge 
really easily, so I used his mind's storehouse of knowledge to demonstrate to 
the doctor how the Einstein link worked.

When I found the Doctor relatively at ease with the process, I said "Okay, 
that's enough for now.  I'm pooped," and closed the links. 

I laid down on the freshly vacuumed carpet floor and closed my eyes to rest, 
and didn't really listen as Mr. Higgs and Doctor Kinmon talked.

"Tim," Mr. Higgs said, gently shaking me awake.  "Doctor Kinmon needs to ask 
you a few questions, then it will be time to go home."

"Huh?  Oh.. Okay.." I said, realizing I had slept longer than I thought.  
"Why didn't you wake me sooner?"

"You didn't look like you wanted to be woke up," Mr. Higgs simply said.

"Oh.  What're the questions, Doc?" I said, plopping down in a chair.

"First of all, I'm not clear on what you wish to accomplish, and what you 
need from me."

"Oh..  Uhm... What do I want to accomplish is..  I guess to understand how 
the symbols work.  I mean, I've spent weeks studying them, looking for some 
kind of pattern in other people's minds.  But there are so many streams of 
them, I can't sort them out."

"But what of the symbols you've drawn?  And you could read the ones from the 
parchment.."

"The ones I've drawn are telepathic command type of symbols.  I can learn 
them easy just by sending them.  But the ones in the mind..  They're 
different, yet the same.  It's hard to explain.  They look just like the 
telepathic ones, and by themselves I think they work the same.  When they're 
in a steam together, they act differently."

"I see...  You're experiencing a standard problem with uniquely written 
languages.  You wish to understand how and why different groupings of symbols 
perform different functions than they do separately."

"Well, kind of, yeah.  But there is so much more to it.  I think all I really 
need is about twelve people to enter a link with me.."

"TWELVE!" Higgs exclaimed.  "Tim, you slept for nearly an hour after only 
having two people in the link with you for ten minutes.  How do you expect to 
link to twelve people if you can't even handle two?"

"I wouldn't be able to right away.  I'd first start with just one person, 
then add more one at a time when I'm strong enough.  I really don't think it 
would take that long to get up to twelve, but I've never tried having that 
many people in any link before.  I don't know..  I was also thinking we might 
get someone just to work on making it more...  uhm..  efficient."

"That's very possible," the doctor said while thinking.  "There are two 
separate projects currently being worked on here which deal with increasing 
communication throughput without additional transmission lines.  There may be 
aspects to what they are doing that can be adapted to your own unique.. er, 
communication system.  I believe Professor Goldstein wouldn't mind working on 
something like this..."

"Arron, don't forget the other things before getting lost in the idea," Higgs 
said.

"Yes..  All right.[SWB2]  Let's get down to more specifics.  That is, how 
much time you want to spend on it a day, where would you do it, what would 
the university get out of it..."

"Get out of it?" I said.  "I don't know what the university would get out of 
this.  I mean, this isn't something that can be published or made public, you 
know?"

"I understand that.  In fact, I understand probably even more than you do.  
However, the school does not have the resources to simply provide you with 
the means without getting something in return.  No, the information you wish 
to gather will not be suitable for anyone but for yourself and should be kept 
to yourself at all times.  But you have an incredible resource that would be 
invaluable in helping others' research."

"Others' research?" I echoed, not liking how that sounded.

"Yes.  Such as allowing others to use your.. link?  To further their own 
research.  If it works, that is."

"Uhm, I don't think.."

"In exchange for your services, you would have your own research facilities, 
some office space, the option to employ students as research assistants, an 
allotment of funds for the project, and most likely have your choice of the 
staff to help you in your research if you help them in theirs."

I let out a big breath of air, then said, "Okay, I guess that sounds fair.  
But if the other research takes too much of my time to where I'm not getting 
my own stuff done..."

"Then we will have to find another arrangement.  I understand that.  Oh, and 
before we go any further, Wil mentioned something about you bringing two...  
friends with you?  May I ask why?"

"You could say just in case I need more memory.  I can like force myself to 
remember things, but I can only force so much in a day without hurting myself 
or forgetting other stuff that I need.  So I use other people to keep things 
I don't need right away, but will still need to remember later.  Sort of like 
a briefcase.  

"And I can store stuff in other people's minds without them ever knowing it 
is there or ever finding it.  I'm not sure why, but I can store as much as I 
want as fast as I want in other people's long term memory, but not in my own.  
I always have to store it in my short term, then wait... uhm... something 
like five or six hours before I can really use it.  It takes that long for it 
to get stored in my long term memory.  My mom and dad are like that too.  I 
think it has to do with being telepaths."

"Why not just use people already here?" Higgs asked.

"Because..  Once I store something in someone else's memory, it stays there.  
The only thing I can do then is hide it by burying it. But after about a 
year, it gets pretty hard for anyone to find something I stored in their head 
anyway, so its just easier to let it get buried by itself.  I'd rather have 
someone who I can trust and keep an eye on just so I can protect them and 
myself from others getting a hold of them."

"Wil, how can you just allow three students leave on something like this?  I 
wouldn't think the school board would allow it."

"They don't have much choice if the parents wish to provide their kid with a 
tutor to continue their education while they are away.  We haven't arranged 
anything yet since the job of monitoring their progress would have to fall on 
your shoulders, Arron."

"I was afraid you would say something like that.  I'm willing to do it for 
one, maybe two.  But three?  I realize I wouldn't be doing the tutoring, but 
still..."

"You wouldn't have to "monitor" me," I said carefully.  "I mean, I'll be 
seventeen in two weeks, so I don't even have to go to school.  I can just 
quit, then go back..."

"Absolutely not," Higgs said.  "You are not quitting my school while I'm 
principal.  Knowing you, you'll find something else to get caught up in and 
never get your high school degree."

"And look at what you would miss," the doctor added.  "You're a junior I take 
it?  I always felt my junior year of high school was one of the best years of 
my life.  Don't throw these years away, son.  You never get a second chance 
if you skip them the first time."

"But...  I'm not really a teenager anymore, am I," I said somberly.  "I've 
had four days at being a junior in high school.. Half of them I was doing 
things other than school stuff.  And then...  well, like the other day.  
Someone tried to tell me a dirty joke, and all I could do was stare at them 
because I thought they were serious.  I mean, I've seen and done things 
that.... <sigh>  I just don't fit in there anymore."

"Trust me, Tim.  You still fit in," Higgs said.

"Maybe from the outside, but...  Things the others talk about, think about, 
plan to do with themselves all seem so...  immature, I guess.  Or even 
stupid.  Like John's dying to ask this one girl if she'd go to the sock hop 
[SWB3]with him, but she always goes with this other dude and he doesn't want 
to interfere.  I found out yesterday that that dude was her cousin who was 
just going with her because no one ever asks her.  It's so stupid, its funny.  
I don't understand why he doesn't just ask her anyway.  It just seems so... 
stupid."

"That's because you have more confidence that John does.  That isn't 
surprising considering what you can do."

"But that's just it.  They all seem so... small...  I don't mean small like 
I'm above them.  Just... helpless, I guess.  They don't understand how 
vulnerable they are.  I kept telling people they shouldn't draw attention to 
themselves and stuff like that because I'm afraid for them.  So many of them 
could end up someone's pet.  A few of them already have been for a while."

"You're still not quitting school," Higgs said.  "You are going to graduate 
with the rest of your class, and that is final.  You know you'll be in summer 
school this summer anyway, so if you just use some of that memory forcing 
thing every weekend on yourself.."

"Hey, wait a minute.  I just realized something," I said looking at the two 
men with narrow eyes.  "What about the 17 credit hours of college classes I 
took last semester?  Can't that count for something?"

They looked at each other, then Higgs said, "Perhaps..  What classes were 
they?"

"English Composition, Micro Economics, American History, College Chemistry, 
and College Algebra.  I only got Bs in them, but I was kind of busy with... 
other stuff, you know?"

"You made Bs?  In all those?" Higgs said surprised.  "You technically haven't 
even finished your sophomore year of high school yet!"

"Well?  Can I help it if high school is useless?  I mean, in college they 
start out like you don't know shit, then as long as you do the homework, you 
can pass the tests.  So can I get credit for them somehow?"

"You know Wil," Doctor Kinmon said with a smirk.  "This is the first time 
I've ever heard it working the other way."

"The other way?" I asked.

"We have classes at our high school that are college level courses, Tim.  
College Composition, College Chemistry, and College Calculus are all good as 
college credits.  I'm not sure how we'll do it, but..  Yes, I'm sure we can 
get you credit for the classes you took.  You may have to take a few tests to 
prove you have the skills, however."

"That's cool.  Uhm, so what about Eric and James?" I asked the doctor.

"Why two?" he said with a frown.

"Uhm...  Well...  Mr. Higgs, Eric would kill me if he knew I told you this.  
I mean, I'm breaking my promise already, and I really..."

"Spill it Tim.  We have to get going soon, and I'm not going to promise I 
won't act on something if I feel I must," Higgs said sternly.

I told him about James' situation, and explained that I had already checked 
on his dad and found he just needed some time to adjust.  So taking James 
with me would give them both some space to reconsider their differences, then 
I promised to make sure things either worked out right or to hand it over to 
the authorities.  It took some doing, but I managed to get their consent if 
the parents agreed.

Before we left, the doctor explained that while many of the researchers kept 
a cot in their labs to sleep on, there were no facilities such as showers, 
laundry, or kitchens available for us to use.  In other words, we also had to 
find a place to stay.

So on the drive back, I started adding up some of the expenses this endeavor 
would require.  Tutors for Eric and James, clothes for James (his dad had 
gotten drunk and burned all of James' clothes that were at his house), 
housing, food...  I was glad that my dad had given me my own Gold Master Card 
with no credit limit for Christmas.  I was seriously thinking about buying my 
own place down there so I wouldn't have to worry about landlords and such, 
and surely they would take a gold card...

Even though I was tired, as soon as Higgs and I had finished all the details 
we could do at school after-hours, I went to Eric's house to talk to his 
parents about letting him go.

I was surprised to find that Eric's mom already knew and understood what I 
was able to do, and had accepted what Suzi, Eric and I had done together last 
summer.  Apparently she had always known about her husband's true sexual 
preference, and that was what had attracted her to him the most.  She also 
knew before our time at summer camp that her son had also been leaning that 
way, having recognized the same look in his eyes as she had seen so many 
times in her husband's.

As I had hoped they would, Eric and his dad had grown very close, especially 
when Eric's friends at his old school made his homosexuality a living hell.  
Eric and "Spanky" never once touched each other sexually, but he and his dad 
frequently talked about gay life, and once in a while Eric would insist on 
comparing his equipment to his dad's.

I thought it was funny how both his sisters and his parents had each 
individually seen Eric and James have sex in one way or another, yet Eric 
believed that they all thought that James was just a friend and wasn't even 
bi, let alone gay.

In fact, his younger sister had a crush on James up until she saw James and 
Eric 69ing.  Afterwards, however, she just plain out desired him, and every 
so often she frigged her twelve year old twat thinking about how badly she 
wanted James to notice her lusty glances at him.  She was truly her mother's 
daughter I guess.

So it came as somewhat as a shock to Eric when his dad didn't want Eric to go 
simply because he didn't want Eric and James having sex every time they 
turned around.  But once the shock wore off, Eric ended up letting it slip 
that James and he had sex ever time they turned around anyway, including 
every night in his bed.

That took a while for Eric to explain, and it just so happened that James 
rang the doorbell a few minutes after telling them about James' borrowing his 
clothes for school.   It was at that point where I explained the deal to Eric 
and James about straightening things out with James' father once we got back, 
and then found myself not only having to talk Eric's parents into it, but 
James as well, especially since what James wanted and what Eric's parents 
wanted were not anywhere near the same thing.

All I got out of either party was, "I'll think about it," and when I saw I 
wasn't going to get any other kind of answer that night, I explained I would 
be going back down the next day to look for someplace to live and wanted 
James to go with me.  Alone.

"Why can't I come?" Eric asked.

"Because then you two would always be trying to start something, and that's 
not what we're going there for," I said.  Then I thought to him, "And 
besides.  You need to work on your parents, and this makes it look like I'm 
following their wishes by keeping you two from having a lot of sex.  Trust 
me, 'kay?"  

Eric nodded, then whispered something into the frowning James' ear.

"What did Eric say to you?" I asked James when we got in my car.

"He said to save him some," he said without thinking.

"Some of wha.. Ohhh," I said when James gave me a exasperated look.

"You're kind of weird," James suddenly said about ten minutes later.

"I am?"

"Yeah.  You could get any guy you wanted to fuck and suck, but you don't.  
You're weird.  If I could do the stuff...  We're going to the mall?  What 
for?"

"Clothes.  For you.  And if I promise you won't feel any pain, how about 
getting that ear pierced like you've been wanting to.  Eric nearly lost it 
when he found out I had my ear pierced."

"How come you don't wear an earring then?" James said after looking at my 
bare lobes.

"Because I..  Well, I guess it just doesn't appeal to me that's all.  So how 
about it.  I'll even let you get some sexy underwear from the adults only 
store.."

"DEAL!" James said instantly.  "I know exactly what Eric would love too.  I 
hope they got cherry flavored.."

"Heh.  If they don't, they're nuts," I said before feeling his excitement 
fade and his unhappy mood return.

"James, what's eating you?  If you don't want to go, then just say," I said 
putting the car in park and shutting off the engine.

"Huh?  No, I wanna go.  I just..  I don't want to come back, that's all."

"I swear, James.  I'll make sure things work out for you one way or the 
other.  If nothing else, I'll make sure you get adopted by someone who won't 
reject you being gay.  But that isn't really all that's bugging you is it?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Come on, James.  I know you're holding something else back."

"Hey!  I thought you said it was rude to read other's thoughts when.."

"I'm not reading your mind.  I can just.. feel you holding something back.  
Something you're afraid of..  Something..  about me?"

James stared at his shoes with a frown on his face, breathing through his 
mouth instead of his nose for some reason.  After seven or eight evenly 
spaced breaths, he took a deep one and said, "Eric's mine.  You can't have 
him."

"Huh?"

He looked up at my surprised face and boldly said, "He's all I got, and I'm 
not letting him go, got it?  I won't let you take him from me."

He was shaking a little from his short yet intense emotional release, but as 
he waited for my response he started to get scared too.

So I looked him in the eyes to form an empathic connection and said, "I'm not 
going to take anyone away from anyone, especially not Eric from you.  Yes, I 
love him, but he's more like a little brother than a lover.  I thought you 
understood that I'm not interested in having Eric as a boyfriend.  Even Eric 
knows that.  Trust me, James.  I only want to help you, not hurt you."

"Oh.  Uhm, are we going shopping or not?" he said frowning and getting out of 
the car.

James was a strange kid.  After we got in the store, he kept switching 
between being friendly and being distant with me.  He knew what he liked and 
didn't like, and could be extremely stubborn about it, but yet he also 
avoided confrontations of any kind.  I noticed his dark mood after I had 
helped pick out some jeans and it made me realize that while he hadn't liked 
the jeans at all, he hadn't had the guts to say so.  So after dragging his 
real opinion about the jeans out of him, we returned them, then I didn't even 
attempt to help him pick anything else out.

He was a pretty happy kid after that, and I guess started to enjoy his 
company.  I even let him talk me into going to the adult store to look around 
before getting his ear pierced.  He wanted to have something to keep his mind 
occupied while they did the piercing, but conceded that we wouldn't buy 
anything until after his ear was pierced.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite customer!" the shop owner exclaimed when we 
went in.  "You had me pretty scared there, bud.  Where ya been for the past 
nine months, huh?  I almost had to sell off the place in June after you 
stopped comin' in."

"Sorry, Georgie-o.  I didn't have any control over it.  I'm gonna be down at 
Southeastern State for a while, but I'll be back in a few months.  I 
promise."

"Well, just make sure you to give me a ring if you need anything.  I'll ship 
it right down to ya.  So.. Whatcha lookin' for today.  More toys?  Or are ya 
finally gonna try something out of the B&D section?"

After spending a few minutes chatting with Georgie, I suddenly felt James 
become very interested in something.  As I made my way to the section of the 
store where I could feel he was, I almost walked into two bikers wearing 
leather and studs, the larger one toying with a whip.

"Watch it, fucker," the large man said to me as I apologized and went around.  
"Come on, bitch.  We got some other shoppin' to do."

The other one didn't reply, just turned towards me and allowed the bigger one 
to lead the way.  It was at that moment I realized the smaller and long-
haired biker was another guy.  I mean, until he turned around and I saw his 
flat chest peeking out of the leather vest, I had thought it was a girl 
hanging on him like that, not a guy.

The pair of bikers never seemed to notice my stare as they walked away, and I 
nearly jumped when James said next to me, "Man, that was the coolest thing I 
have ever seen."

James got his ear pierced without any hesitation after that, and I was 
surprised that he asked me to help him pick out the earring.  After he made 
it clear he didn't want a preppy looking one, he actually went with my choice 
of the less fancy ones.  Like I said.  Weird kid.

After grabbing something to eat before spending nearly an hour in the adult 
store, we finally left the mall to go home. 

"James, when did you first realize you were gay?" I asked suddenly about half 
way to the south mansion.

"Why?  What's it to you?"

"I'm just curious, that's all.  Eric never really thought about it until I 
called him a fag once.  I just wondered when you figured it out."

"Oh.  When I was nine, I saw these three guys in the woods fucking.  Every 
day after school they went there to do it, and after about two weeks of 
watching them, one of them saw me and asked if I wanted to join them.  I 
didn't that day, but after a couple of days, I went back.  They made me admit 
I was gay and that I wanted to suck their dicks.  After that, I sucked all 
three of them off every day[SWB4] after school until that summer."

"What happened then?"

"One of the guys wanted to fuck me, and tried to force it in me.  It hurt too 
much.  I never went back to the woods after that.  But when I was thirteen I 
wished I had let him do it and would check the woods once in a while to see 
if they came back.  They never did, but now I'm glad they didn't.  Otherwise 
Eric wouldn't have been the one to take my cherry.  Can we do that when we 
get to your place?"

"Uhm, James...  Don't take this the wrong way, but..  I don't want to do that 
kind of stuff with you.  I just want us to be friends, okay?"

Feeling that his feelings were hurt, I added, "Hey, you're taking it the 
wrong way."

"But..  Why don't you like me?  Eric and I both think you're really sexy, and 
you must think Eric is sexy too cause he is.  So why not me?"

"Just because I have screwed around with Eric doesn't mean I'm attracted to 
his body like that.  And I'm not.  I'm attracted to who he is, not how he 
looks.  So to answer your question, I'm not attracted to you because I don't 
know you well enough to be attracted to you.  I'm physically attracted by 
girls.  I just sometimes find a guy who is special enough to want to make 
love to.  You understand?  I'm bi, not gay."

"Then can I stay with Eric tonight and you just pick me up in the morning?" 
he said rather suddenly.

"Hey.  There are other things to enjoy in life than sex, you know.  Give me a 
chance, James.  We'll have fun tonight, just you wait and see."

James was really impressed with my not so humble abode.  I never heard 
someone make so many wows in an hour.  Everything wowed him.  Even the can 
opener.  I swear that kid must have lived in a cardboard box most of his 
life.

Video games, however, was something he was very familiar with.  The little 
shit even beat me at my favorite game.  But we still had a good time playing 
video games, eating pizza, and right before bed time, I gave in and we did a 
little mud wrestling.  Or should I say he had a mud bath, I just kind stood 
in the middle and watched him slip around a lot.

Okay, so the kid was growing on me.  He was really appreciative for 
everything we did, and by the time I had finished showing him how to wrestle 
in the mud, I simply asked him if he was ready to shower and go to bed, then 
lead him to my shower and started undressing him.

"Tim?  Why you being so nice to me?"

"Uhm, I guess at first it was because you were Eric's boyfriend.  But now.. 
Well, you're a pretty fun guy when you're not trying to suck everyone off.  
If you promise not to let yourself lose control, maybe we can have a little 
fun in the shower.  But not in the bed, understand?"

"Okay.  So, can I?" he said, indicating he wanted to undress me.

James actually did all right in the shower with me.  He had a hardon the 
whole time and couldn't keep his eyes off me, but he didn't once try to start 
something, even though it was sort of open that he could a little.  

When we crawled into my bed, he said, "If I don't try to suck you or 
anything, would you let me feel the muscles all over your body?  I'll go 
fucking crazy if I don't get to."

"I guess that will be okay.  You like guys with muscles?"

"Oh yeah.  I love 'em.  I want to be like those bikers we saw today."

"Which one?  The butch, or the bitch?" I asked jokingly.

He hesitated as he felt my left arm, then said rather embarrassed like, "The 
bitch."

"Shit, James.  You serious?  Why?"

"Cause.. I do, that's all.  I wanna have a big strong guy hold me and protect 
me.  My dad...  He's such a wimp.  And I'm a wimp too.  I'll never grow 
muscles like you.  So I'm going to be some guy's bitch."

He paused to kiss my left breast, then said, "Some big <kiss> strong <kiss> 
powerful guy <kiss> who won't let anyone touch me <kiss> but him."

James' hands were exploring my arms and lower stomach while he continued to 
give my chest gentle suckling kisses.  I would have stopped him if the kisses 
were in any way lusty or driven, but they were sensual, almost loving kisses, 
something I hadn't expected from James.  He was aroused all right.  But he 
wasn't letting it push him into doing something he knew I wouldn't allow.

"Tim?" James said, bringing my attention back to reality after I had 
accidentally slipped into a contented trance from his kisses.  "Will you be 
my butch for just tonight?  All I want is for you to hold me, and let me kiss 
you like I've been doing.  I just want to feel... protected."

I knew he wasn't committed to limit himself to just kisses, and I could feel 
he was really turned on by my body and his actions, but stupid me thought he 
wouldn't do anything unless I asked him to.  

So in short my answer was, "Come 'ere, bitch."

He anxiously crawled up on top of me, and laid his stomach over my semi hard 
dick as he returned to his loving of my chest.  I was starting to fall asleep 
again when he asked, "Can I try your legs?"

I hesitated, then grunted a yes, and found his hands rubbing my legs quite 
soothing.  After a while, I forgot where I was and who was doing it.  So when 
his lips crossed over the line from my thigh to my lower waist, I wasn't 
really thinking about how my cock was hardening from his sloppy kisses.

I don't know when his hand took my tool in its grasp.  All I remember was 
enjoying the hand slowly masturbate me while the lips started kissing my 
balls.  I was half asleep in a dream like state, and I thought James really 
was a bitch, a bitch of the female kind.  So when his tongue finally licked 
the side of my shaft, I must have gave him an approving sign for soon he was 
slobbering it down, then took the head of it in his mouth.

He worshiped my cock, but never got so energetic that he made me shoot.  
Right before he quit, he gave the head of my dick a kiss, then crawled up our 
bodies until his hard dick laid next to my softening one.

Still dreaming, I laid my arm across her back and gave the top of her head a 
small kiss before rolling us on our sides and fitting her smaller body within 
the curve of my own.  She fell asleep with my protective arm over her naked 
rather flat chest, feeling happy and safe by someone who cared for her.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 4 - Our Parents' Wishes
(mc, fmf)


Looking for a place to stay in a college town the weekend before classes 
started was practically pointless.  The only thing really left were the 
really crappy apartments that no one wanted, and family homes which weren't 
all that close to the campus.

We had taken a limo since I figured James would get a big kick out of riding 
in it and hoped he would pass the time watching TV.  Well, I was half right.  
He loved the limo, but after the twins had surprised us by waking us up in 
their usual manner, James was constantly trying to be my bitch again, and I 
was getting fed up with it.

I even had to command him to not get any of the drink out.  So after spending 
three hours in the car with a horny fifteen year-old who was hot for my body, 
I was already tired when we finally got there.

Four hours we spent driving around looking for a decent place to rent or buy 
that was close enough to the campus to walk.  I wanted to be able to send 
James and Eric home without having to drive them there, but I was just about 
to give up on the idea when we ran across something I knew was perfect.

"This place is huge.  You're not seriously thinking of buying it, are you?" 
James said as we looked inside the windows.

"Yeah, I'm serious.  Okay, so it's too big for just the three of us.  But 
it's so close to the campus, and so far it doesn't look too badly run down."

"What is this place anyway?  It looks almost like a small apartment 
building."

"It's a sorority or fraternity house.  Looks like it hasn't been used in 
years though.  I don't get why another fraternity or sorority wouldn't have 
bought the place and moved in by now.  Let's go back to the limo so I can 
call the number."

As it turns out, the number listed on the for sale sign was no longer in 
service.  It took about an hour for me to track down the true owner, then 
another twenty minutes to find the relative that the deceased had left it 
to[SWB5].

The new owners lived in New York, and they had never been out to the place.  
With a little extra motivation, the deal was set and I had myself my own 
sorority house.

The house hadn't been used for over two years, and once I had a locksmith 
come out and open the door for us, I was dismayed to find that it had been 
broken into and anything of value had been stolen.  That included the hot 
water heaters and furnaces,[SWB6] but considering the power, gas, and water 
were shut off, it wasn't really a problem right away.

The two story sorority house wasn't really all that big compared to the 
others I had seen.  There were ten bedrooms, five and a half bathrooms, a 
kitchen, two living areas, and a nice big eating area that was probably twice 
the size the place actually needed.  The basement had ten individual storage 
pens that were all empty, and besides those and the two sets of missing 
furnaces, the basement was just empty space.

Each bedroom shared a full bath with another bedroom, and they were all 
identical to each other.  James asked whether we were going to each get our 
own bedroom and bathroom or not, and after thinking about it, I decided that 
James and Eric could each have a bedroom of their own and share a bathroom.  
He suggested we all three share a bathroom, but I insisted there wasn't any 
reason for us to have to do that.

The house was as cold as it was outdoors, so after James had pretty much 
explored everything and had claimed his room, he went back to the limo to 
watch TV and get warm.  Once I had finished figuring out what all I needed to 
get done to the place, I joined him and started making phone calls again.

James actually was very compliant about running in to check on something for 
me, and helped me take a few measurements without complaint.  By dinner time, 
we both were pretty hungry and tired, and since it was Saturday, nothing else 
could be done until Monday anyway.

So after eating at McDonalds, we started the journey back home, watching a 
videotape of Ghostbusters which he hadn't ever seen before.  After singing 
the Ghostbusters theme three or four times after it was over, I put in a 
movie he had already seen, and I was relieved when he simply drifted off to 
sleep without once trying to start something.  He had wanted to do something 
sexual the whole time, but he knew I wouldn't go for it.  I had a feeling I 
would be having a lot of trouble with this later if I wasn't careful.

When we were getting near home, James called Eric to see what was going on 
and to find out if he was sleeping with him or not.  I had to interrupt three 
times before Eric finally answered the question of sleeping arrangements, 
then ten minutes later they finally hung up when we pulled into Eric's 
driveway.

Eric had the front door open by the time we were out of the car, but 
surprisingly waited for us to come in instead of running out like I half 
expected him to.  Eric gave James and I both an excited hug, and once both 
James and I had teased him about only being gone a day, he grabbed James's 
hand to dragged him to his room and shut the door behind them.

"It's Tim," I said after knocking on his parents bedroom door. "Eric said you 
wanted to talk to me?"

"Come in," Eric's dad said.

Mrs. Roberts came out of the bathroom brushing her hair in her sleepwear, but 
Mr. Roberts was at his desk still in his day clothes.

"Uhm, I could come back tomorrow.." I said.

"That's all right," Mrs. Roberts said.  "James sees me in my pajamas all the 
time.  It doesn't bother me."

"Eric said you still haven't made up your minds?" I said after Mr. Roberts 
signaled me to come in and close the door.

"It isn't that we haven't made our minds up..." Mrs. Roberts said.

"We're willing to let them go if you answer a few questions and the answers 
are reasonable," Mr. Roberts continued.

"Oh.  What're the questions?" I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Mrs. Roberts sat down next to me and said, "The most important one is, why?"

"Why?  Why what?"

"Why do you want Eric and James to go with you," Mr. Roberts stated.  "We 
know how Eric feels about you, and once we understood why he feels that way, 
we're grateful for treating Eric as well as you have.  But Eric only cares 
that you have to leave and that he and James could go with you.  He doesn't 
seem to know why you have to leave and what it is you will be doing."

"Oh..  I'm sorry.  I thought I had told him and he had already told you."

I proceeded to tell them about the symbols, what I wanted to accomplish, and 
why I felt I needed to, which included a little bit about what happened that 
summer.  Actually, I told them a lot more than I had told Mr. Higgs or even 
Eric about that summer, and I quite honestly don't know why I did so.
 
"Why do you need someone to go with you?" Mr. Roberts asked once I finished.

"Uhm, well... I kind of need someone to act as a briefcase.  I can store 
memories in other people's heads faster than in my own, so I wanted someone 
who I knew, trusted, and who would be around so I could keep an eye on them.  
What I store in their heads wouldn't effect Eric or James at all.  They won't 
even know there was anything different about them."

"You said you wanted to keep an eye on them.  Does that mean there is a 
danger of someone else..  using them?"

"I don't think there's any more danger of that happening than there already 
is.  It would only be when someone else had already grabbed them that they 
might run across the memories I stored.  That's why I wanted someone I could 
watch out for.  After about a year, the memories I stored would be too far 
buried for anyone to find.  Including by me.  If there was any more danger, 
it would be over in a year, or more like ten months."

"Do you have any idea how long you would be gone?" Mrs. Roberts asked.

"Not really.  I keep saying a couple of months, but I don't know how long it 
will really take.  But I figure Eric and James would be ready to go home in 
three months tops, so even if I'm not done, I'd bring them back then.  I have 
two other friends who probably would go with me too, so it doesn't have to be 
Eric and James.  It's just that.. You know.  Eric wanted to go with me.."

Mrs. Roberts let out a "phhhhhhhhh" then said, "Three months.  Well, if he 
could come home on a few weekends, I guess I could bear it that long.  What 
do you think, Steve?"

Mr. Roberts stirred uncomfortably in his chair, then gave me a gauging look 
as he said, "I don't know.  Three months is an awful long time for two 
fifteen year old boys to be out on their own like this.  I'll be honest with 
you both.  I know exactly what I'd be doing while away from home with two 
other gay boys.  I'm afraid of what.."

"I'm not gay," I objected.  "I like girls a lot more than guys.  Eric was 
just at the right place at the right time for me to even consider fooling 
around with him.  If I'm going to do any messing around on this trip, I'm 
going to mess around with a girl."

"So you, Eric, and James didn't have a three way at school the other day?" he 
stated.

I blinked at that, then said, "Okay, we did.  But that was different.  Eric 
was... pushing my buttons a little while I was kind of upset.  It won't 
happen again."

"So you think now, but Eric is fairly resourceful when it comes to getting 
what he wants.  And then there's James.  Eric I think I trust not start 
anything with just anyone who's interested, and we probably have you to thank 
for that somewhat.  But James...  He's wild.  Wilder than my brother ever 
was.  He might just talk Eric into something that you don't find out about 
until it is too late."

"Hmm..  Just what are your feelings towards James and Eric have sex with each 
other?  I mean, do you disapprove, or think it is okay, or what?  They really 
care for each other.."

Mrs. Roberts sighed, then said, "I was upset at first, but after Steve told 
me about what he and his brother did, I'm rather relieved that Eric found 
someone like himself to experience it with.  I wouldn't like my little boy 
having sex with different people all the time.  That's too dangerous.  
Especially these days."

"At one time, I would have loved to have what Eric has.  A part of me still 
does.  My brother was everything to me, and if he hadn't died...  Well, no 
point of going through all of that again.  As long as Eric and James don't do 
anything dangerous, yes, I approve of their sexual intercourse.  In fact I 
envy them."  Mr. Roberts said looking apologetically at his wife.

"But," he continued. "They simply can't be allowed to have sex all the time.  
Now that they know we all know, I think they won't be as reluctant to do it 
as much as they had.  I'm worried they will get lost in it and do something 
very stupid."

"What if..  I have this friend of mine, Wally, who's gay and a telepath.  
Every weekend, he and his lover invite other gay couples to his place to make 
love.  Each couple take turns, only doing what Wally and Erin do, spreading 
out the what he calls the steps of intimacy over the entire weekend.  Nobody 
does anything they don't want to do, but they are not allowed to do anything 
that Wally and Alex haven't done yet.  I think it's exactly what Eric and 
James need."

"Do you trust this person?" Mrs. Roberts asked with a frown.

"Definitely.  He's smart, powerful, and has more compassion and tenderness 
than anyone I ever met.  Wally's probably the nicest guy I know.  Okay, I 
admit that if Eric and James weren't already gay, I might be concerned that 
Wally would pressure them into something.  But they have already done 
everything Wally would want them to do.  He only wants to watch other gay 
lovers as they make love.  He wouldn't do anything to Eric or James."

"So you think this Wally would be able to give them guidance by example 
rather than outright forcing them or trying to talk them into it.." Mr. 
Roberts stated.

"Exactly.  I think it's..." I said before feeling something odd in the house.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Roberts asked.

"Just a second.." I said, reaching out to feel around with my mind.

A minute later, I sighed and said, "Jodie[SWB7] accidentally locked herself 
outside.  She's trying to pry open one of the basement windows."

"I'll go," Mr. Roberts said getting up.  "She better have a good reason to be 
sneaking outside at eleven o'clock at night."

"What was she doing?" Mrs. Roberts asked after he left the room.

"What would you be doing when you were twelve years old and knew your gay 
brother and his boyfriend were in his room alone?" I said, smiling.

"She was watching them?" Mrs. Roberts said with her eyes opening wide.  
"Jodie?  My baby was watching them?"

"Yep.  Karen only watched them once, but Jodie..  Well, put it this way.  
Like mother, like daughter."

"How much do you know about me at that age?" she said suspiciously.

"Enough to know that you and her should definitely have a woman to woman 
talk.  Karen's not the least bit interested, but Jodie has the hots for 
James."

"I see..." she said, internally struggling with something.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"There's something I've always wondered, and I'm not sure if I should ask you 
to find out for me."

"What?"

"Does my husband..."

"Yes he does.  He may fantasize about guys, but he doesn't regret marrying 
you, having children with you, and enjoys the sex he has with you."

"Thanks, but that wasn't my question," she said with a frowning grin.

"Whoops," I said, turning red.

"What I was going to ask is does my husband want to have another child," she 
said after only a moment's hesitation.  "Every time I ask him, I get the 
feeling he isn't being truthful with me.  Could you... find out?"

"No problem.  Just give me a sec," I said, glad to be off the hook.

"Uhm, I don't think this is going to help you any, but...  he doesn't mind 
one way or the other.  He wouldn't mind having another baby, but also is 
happy enough to not need one.  Steve pretty much will go with whatever you 
want to do."

"That's exactly what he told me," she sighed.

"So I guess the question is... do you?"

"I suppose so.  Otherwise why would I be even thinking about it?  Oh.  There 
is just one other little thing I'd really would like to know.."

"Uhm, okay.  But I'm not sure if sneaking around behind people's minds like 
this is such a good idea."

"It probably isn't, but tell me this anyway.  Is Karen a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Oh..  That was fast."

"Yep," I said, then indicated that her husband was coming back.

"You know what I think she was doing?" he said when he came in.

"What?" we both said with a grin.

"You two know what she was doing, don't you.  Well then I don't have to tell 
you, do I," he said as I peeked in his head to see.

"You're right.  You don't.  Uhm, I'm like going to church tomorrow morning 
with my mom, so..  If there aren't any more questions?"

"Well, no, none that can't wait until tomorrow," Mr. Roberts said.  "For now, 
go ahead and plan for Eric and James to go with you, but I don't think we're 
ready to say for sure, do you?" he said looking at his wife.

"I don't mind one way or the other at this point," she said with a hint of 
revenge.  "I'll miss him something fierce, but I also want him to see this 
Wally person.  He's so vulnerable when it comes to his gayness.  I just want 
him to be happy."

"Well, putting it that way," Steve said,  "Then I suppose my other concerns 
are only parental worries that won't go away until he's back.  But I warn you 
right now.  If anything happens to Eric, or James for that matter, I will 
hold you responsible.  So don't make me regret trusting you."

His warning came to me as a bit of a jolt to my sense of reality.  Before he 
had said that, I really hadn't considered how much responsibility it would be 
to keep James and Eric out of trouble.  But now I was going to be responsible 
for anything that happened.  I always tried to be responsible for myself, and 
I naturally was going to keep my eye on James and Eric, but now the job had 
been set squarely on my shoulders, and I started to feel the weight for the 
first time.

I spent most of the next day with my mom, going to church with her then 
helping her shop for some bigger clothes.  She wasn't all that big, but she 
was having trouble fitting in her work clothes and simply didn't want to be 
uncomfortable while at work.

That night after dinner in the north mansion, my dad asked me to go to the 
study with him for a talk.  As I followed him and the twins, I suddenly had a 
flash back of the first time the four of us had gone to a study for a talk.  
He was dressed in the same robe, and even though the twins no longer had 
leashes or collars, they still seemed to lead us like they had.

Then when I saw Sandra, the woman who had acted as my back rest that first 
time in my father's study, I knew something was up.  Sandra had been returned 
to her own life like so many of my father's servants had right after Joey had 
grabbed Suzi.  My dad had taken everyone who could be in danger into hiding, 
but knew he couldn't take the servants that had their own families or held 
other jobs.  Sandra had two children with another slave of his, and he had 
set them free, only leaving his standard commands to keep his office informed 
of their whereabouts in case he ever needed them again. 

"Hi, Sandra.  How's the kids?" I said, laying my bare back against her naked 
chest.

"They're both fine, my young master," she said, giving me a squeeze.  "I 
can't believe how much you've grown in a year."

"Yeah, well....  I had a little help," I said, relaxing as Honey's mouth 
moved into position.  "So, what's the special occasion, dad?" I said.

"I just wanted to spend time with my son before he goes away again, that's 
all," he lied before giving Joy a loving kiss on the top of her head.

I wasn't detecting any feeling of deceit from him, so I let it go, figuring 
he simply wasn't ready to tell me the real reason yet.

"Have you thought about what it will be like to have a little brother?" he 
asked.

"Yeah.  Sometimes I get excited, others I dread it.  But mostly I'm just 
happy for you and mom.  I just hope he doesn't have to go through everything 
I have."

"Timothy," he said with a slight hesitation.  "Were you.. unhappy growing up 
without knowing who your father was?"

"Unhappy?  I wouldn't say I was unhappy.  I mean, sure.  Sometimes I got 
jealous seeing how Joey and his dad did things together, and I would really 
get bummed out once in a while about it.  But I never blamed anyone or 
anything.  It was just the way things were, you know?  You don't feel guilty, 
do you?  I mean, you didn't know until you found my tampering in Katie's 
head."

"I can't help feeling a little guilty.  But that's in the past now.  What I 
want to talk about is the future.  You, me, your little brother, and your 
mother.  I want to know..." he said before his confidence surprisingly failed 
him.

"What, dad?" I said after seeing how hard it was for him to continue.

"Would you...  If we..."

"Come on, pop.  Spit it out.  This isn't like you."

"I know, but I've never asked anyone for their permission to marry their 
mother before.  Especially not my sixteen year old son."

"I'm practically seven...  Did you say marry?"

"Yes I did."

"You're asking me if you can marry mom?"

"I thought it would be better for Richie if he had a real family, not just a 
mother and father.  But only if you..."

"Yes, dad, YES!" I said, leaping out of my "seat" and landing on him to give 
him a big hug.

He hugged me back just as hard, and once we finished he wiped his eyes and 
said, "I never knew you felt this way about your mom and I not being 
married."

"I didn't know it myself until you said it," I said, ignoring the flashes of 
impatience Joy was sending me since I had interrupted her work.  "I guess 
I've always hoped mom would marry my real dad, even when I didn't know who he 
was.  I'm glad I got to find out."

"Timothy, you don't know how happy you just made me.  I'm going to propose to 
your mother tomorrow night after we have a night on the town.  Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," I said, finally going back to my seat.  "Hey, dad?  
Thanks for asking me."

"You're welcome.  Thank you for saying yes."

"You're welcome too.  Wow.  I can't believe it.  My mom and dad are finally 
getting hitched!  I can't wait to tell...  or tell...  Fuck.  I can't tell 
anyone, can I.  Shit.  Excuse me Sandra.  Honey?  Joy?  How about you two 
making me your slave-boy for the night.  I don't think anything else would 
take my mind off of... Erp."

"Girls...  Play nice with my oldest son.   Otherwise I won't let you play 
with my new one when he gets old enough," my dad warned as the twins began 
pulling my puppet strings.

Then just as Honey's ass sat down on my hard cock while my mouth busily ate 
out Joy's snatch, my dad asked, "Sandra, you're a parent.  Do you ever get 
tired of watching your children play?"

"No, master, you never do," she said, grinning.  "You never do."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 5 - Moving In Pains
(mmm oral)

"HEY TIM!" Eric called from the first floor while I was helping the plumber 
with installing the second hot water heater.

"WHAT!" I answered.

"The furnace people and some of the cleaning people are here," Eric said from 
behind me.

"Shit.  Tell the cleaning people there's no water yet, so they might as well 
just come back tomorrow."

"Okay.  You want the heating guys to go ahead and start though, right?"

"You bet I do.  I'm tired of wearing this coat while I'm working.  How's the 
refrigerator doin'?"

"Fine as far as we can tell," he said, stomping back up the steps.  "The 
light comes on, so I guess it works.  We won't know for sure until it warms 
up in here enough that it has to run."

"Okay, that's got it," Ken, the plumber, said.  "You can let go now."

"Whew!  After you get this one hooked up, how long does it take before we 
have hot water?"

"Well, the manuals on these bitches says three to five hours, but since the 
water coming in is ice cold, I'd imagine it would be closer to the five 
hours.  It's a good thing you're only gonna have the three of ya living 
here."

"Huh?  Why is that?"

"Well, a 40 gallon tank is plenty of hot water for a kitchen and a couple of 
baths, and theoretically two should be plenty for five and a half baths plus 
a kitchen.  But I remember when they first built this place, we installed two 
40 gallon water heaters just like these.  Problem was they had twenty girls 
livin' here, and after just three months of cold showers, they had us replace 
this one with a 65 gallon one that heated faster."

"Why didn't you mention this to me earlier?" I moaned.

"Well sir?  To tell you the truth, I didn't think of it until now.  I 
wouldn't concern yourself about it.  This one will do just fine for the three 
of ya."

"But I don't know if it will always be just the three of us.  How hard would 
it be to get a 65er?"

"Don't know.  I'll have to call it in to find out.  Good thing all's we did 
was secure it down.  We'd be in a fine mess if I had connected her up and 
started fillin' her."

I followed him halfway up the stairs before we had to turn around and go back 
down in a hurry as the heating people carried one of the furnaces in.

"Before you guys carry down the other one, are you sure these two will be 
enough to heat this place good?" I asked the three men.

"Son, you got enough BTUs in these things to heat a place three times as 
large," the one with the "PAUL" label on his coat said.

"That's good," I said, starting back up the stairs. 

"Now the AC is another matter," he continued.

"Huh?" I said with moan.

"Just tell your poppa to come down here so we can talk business stuff."

"Whose name authorized the work order?" I asked after coolly going back down 
the stairs again.

"Let's see...  The name be Timothy J. Brandton.  That your poppa?"

"That be me," I said, flipping my wallet open to my drivers license and 
giving them a good long look.  "And this be my credit card that is paying for 
this stuff.  So, what's with the AC, boys."

"Well howdy!" 'RICK' said, giving 'PAUL' a powerful backslap.  "We gots 
ourselves a rich kid shootin' the shots.  Ain't that right, Dave."

"Yep," the smallest of the three said. 

"Sorry, kid.  Didn't mean anything by the poppa bit.  What you got here is 
the top of the line furnace with the top of the line fan and top of the line 
thermostat.  But the AC units out back are worthless pieces of shit.  Even 
the people who cleared this place out knew better than to bother with them."

"So what do you suggest?"

"Well, seeing you ain't in that great of need for air conditioning at this 
moment of time, I'd say we just hook up the heatin, and leave the coolin 
disconnected until we can get something more fitting for a place like this.  
No sense on chargin' the lines if we're just gonna have to redo them again 
later."

"Okay... That sounds reasonable," I said, turning to climb up the stairs 
again.

"There's just one other thing," he said.

"What?" I groaned.

"Ya can't turn the gas on until we get both units hooked up."

"You mean.."

"Yep.  And from the looks of things, I'd plan on sleepin' somewhere else 
tonight."

"Great.  Thanks."

Eric met me at the door of the stairs, and said, "Hey.  The cleaning people 
said they can't come back tomorrow.  This was the only day they had open this 
week."

"Shit.  Nothing's working right today."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't have the right hot water heater, the air conditioners out back are 
pieces of shit, and now they tell me they don't think they'll have the 
furnaces hooked up by tonight, and we can't even turn on the gas for the one 
hot water heater until the furnaces are hooked up to the gas too.  We have to 
find someplace to stay tonight, and then we won't have any help cleaning the 
place up tomorrow."

"Well, at least the refrigerator works.  I think."

Ken found me just then, and said, "Welp, we have a 65er out in Sanford, brand 
new, and still in the box.  But we can't get it here until tomorrow.  Do ya 
want me to cap the lines so you can use the one today?"

"Na.  The furnace guys said they won't be done until tomorrow, so we'll just 
have to stay at a motel tonight anyway.  You want help carrying the other one 
up?"

"Nah.  I'll have another guy with me tomorrow and we can take care of it 
then.  I'll just finish up the one then, and then scadadle[SWB8] out of here 
until tomorrow, alrightly?"

"Alrighty," I said, mirroring his grin.

After Ken went back down stairs, Eric said, "I like him.  He's cool."

"Yeah.  He's a nice guy, all right."

"Oh.  Get this.  James is outside talking to this girl who wanted to know how 
we got this place.  He's trying to see if she's a lesbian or not."

"Why?"

"Cause she has one of those pins on her jacket."

"What pins?"

"You know.. The double female symbol pins," he said, doing something with his 
fingers to show me.

I went outside to see what he was talking about, and found there were now 
five girls talking to James.  

As I walked up to them, someone from the street yelled, "Hey!  Hey limo kid!"

I stared at the young woman's face as she jogged up towards me, but didn't 
recognize her until her face stopped bouncing up and down with her steps.

"Hey... It's Nicky, right?" I said, having a flash back to when she was in my 
limo with her hands stuck up her girlfriend's pussy and ass. 

"Yeah.  I'm sorry. I don't remember.."

"Tim.  Tim Brandton.  I forgot you two went here.  You and...  Lisa?"

"Wow.  You have a good memory.  Lisa's back at the apartment trying to get 
some sleep.  She had to drive all night to get here."

"I take it you two finally got someplace private, huh?"

"Yeah, right.  It's not any better than the dorms.  But at least we sleep in 
the same bed together."

"TIM!" Eric called from the door.  "PHONE!"

"I'll be right back," I said, turning to run inside.

"You mean you live here?" she said, following me in.

"Yeah.  I bought it Saturday.  Why?"

"You bought it?  How?  From who?  We spent months trying to find the owners, 
and never could.  How the hell.."

"We?  Who's we?" I said before taking the phone and finding no one there.

"Eric, who was it?"

"The furniture guys.  They said they would deliver the stuff Wednesday 
morning at nine, but could have the beds here tonight if we needed them bad 
enough."

"Oh.  I guess we don't need them now."

"Why not?" Nicky asked.

"Because the hot water and heating won't be ready until tomorrow.  Shit.  
This sucks.  There's no way we can clean this place up by ourselves before 
Wednesday."

"How many of you are there?" Nick asked.

"Just the three of us," Eric replied.  "You're gay too, aren't you," he 
added, noticing her pin.

"And proud of it," she said with confidence.  "So don't give me any lip, got 
it kid?"

"Why would I?" Eric said.

"Eric and James are just as bent as you, Nicky.  Maybe even more," I said 
giving Eric a evil grin.

"Really?  Well good for you.  But next time you see someone wearing one of 
these," she said, fingering her pin, "make sure you say, 'I'm gay and proud 
of it.'"

"Uhm, okay."

"Tim, are you planning to rent out any of the other rooms?" Nicky asked 
urgently.

"I hadn't really thought about it.  Why?  You wanna room?"

"Not just me.  There are twelve of us who have been trying to buy this place 
for almost a year now.  We only need seven rooms, and we have the money.."

"I'll make a deal with you.  You let us crash at your place tonight, and I'll 
let you have eight rooms and four baths for free as long as I'm here."

"I bet between the fifteen of us, we could get this place cleaned up before 
your furniture arrived...  OH this is so perfect!  Let me go tell the 
others," Nicky said excitedly.

"Tim.." Eric whined.  "I don't want a bunch of girls living with us.."

I picked Eric up and kissed him on the lips energetically, then said, 
"Please?"

Eric sighed "Okay.." happily as he melted in my arms.  I knew how to push his 
buttons too.

But James wasn't as easily convinced.

"But what do you want with a bunch of gay women?  You're a guy.  They don't 
like guys," he said while we gathered our stuff to take over to Nicky's 
apartment.

"So?  Who says I want that kind of relationship with them.  I like women, 
James.  I don't have to have sex with them to like them.  Think of it this 
way.  They're not competing with you, so you're not losing anything.  And now 
we'll have all the help we need keeping this place cleaned up."

"I think it will be kind of fun," Eric offered.

"Fun?  Instead of having two girls having to avoid, we'll have twelve," he 
said exasperated.

"Why would you have to avoid them?" I asked.

"Like we want a bunch of women watching us," he said.

"James, they won't want to watch you any more than you want to watch them."

"Nu-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Nu-uh."

Eric put his hand over my mouth then said, "James...  They know all the guys 
who are gay around here."

"They do?  Oh yeah...  Okay.. They can stay."

Eric just gave me a superior grin that turned into a happy one when I kissed 
him on the top of the head.

"Oh, and now the three of us have to share the same bathroom.  That's even 
better," James said, giving me the once over with his eyes.

"Hey!" Eric said, stepping up to him.  "I thought I was your shower buddy."

"You are.  But there's always room for one more," he said, putting his face 
up to Eric's.

"Yeah, I guess so.." Eric said before kissing him.

"Cool it guys.  You can do that later.  Right now I just want to get 
somewhere warm."

James pulled himself away, then said, "Yeah, Eric.  Somewhere nice and warm, 
and private."

"I bet you a blow job I'll be ready before you are," Eric dared.

"You got a deal."

"Okay.  Well, I'm ready."

"So am I."

"Well, I'm not, and I'm not giving anyone a blow job," I said frustrated.

"That's okay.  We'll give you one," James said slyly, ducking when Eric swung 
to punch him in the shoulder.

A little less than an hour later, we were outside Nicky's apartment, waiting 
for Lisa to undo the deadbolts and chain to let us in.  The stairs we had 
come up had creaked like mad, making me wonder how anyone could sleep though 
a racket like that.  The fact that there wasn't a light for the stairs only 
made it that much more of a shock to find the handrail abruptly ended about 
halfway up too.

When Lisa finally opened the door sleepily, Nicky said, "Guess who just 
bought the Orlin house?"

"Who," Lisa said as she closed the door to undo the chain.

"Me," I said when she reopened the door, standing where Nicky had been the 
moment before.

"Who are you?" she said as the four of us hustled by her.

"It's the kid with the limo," Nicky said, pulling her gloves and coat off.  
"Remember?"

"Oh yeah..  OH!  Oh yeah!" Lisa said, snapping awake.

"Tim," I said, when I saw her struggling to remember it.

"Right.. Tim.  I'm sorry.  Did she say you bought the Orlin house?"

"Yep.  Uhm, this is Eric, and that's James.  They're stayin' with me for a 
couple of months."

"But tonight, they're staying with us," Nicky announced, taking our coats 
into another room.

"With us?" Lisa said, not pleased.

"Yep.  Maybe tomorrow night too," I said, keeping her in suspense.

"Excuse me," Lisa said, hustling into the room where Nicky had gone in.

"What a dump," James announced, looking over the place.

"Shhh," Eric said while agreeing with him.

There was a couch, a overstuffed chair, a coffee table and a little black and 
white TV sitting on a couple of cardboard boxes.  The kitchen table had a 
book under one leg, and while there were four chairs, they were being held 
together by some twine rope wrapped around all four legs.

But the small kitchen was clean and tidy, and I had noticed the bedrooms both 
had beds in them which was reassuring.

"Hey Eric," James said with his hand stuck under the cushions of the couch.  
"This couch has a handle on it.  Does it have a bed inside it too?"

"It sure does," I said before thinking to myself, "Thank God.  At least I 
don't have to sleep with these two tonight."

My dick snapped to attention when Nicky and Lisa returned to the living 
space, my eyes catching glimpse of Lisa's hard nipples trying to poke through 
her T-shirt.  I tried to recall what her breasts had looked like in the limo, 
but all I could recall was the larger than average nipples and Nicky's hands 
inside her front and back doors.

"We really appreciate you helping us," Lisa said sitting down next to me as 
Nicky started some coffee.  "You don't know how bad we wanted to get that 
place."

"How long have you been living here?" I asked.

"Since last semester," Lisa said before saying to James, "And you're right.  
It is a dump.  A cheap dump.  We've been trying to save up to help the others 
buy something we can all live in."

"Do you want anything?" Nicky asked.  "Soda?  Coffee?  Water?"

"Coke?" James and Eric both asked.

"Tim?"

"Same here."

"Lisa, Tim offered us to stay for free for a while.." Nicky began.

"You don't have to do that," Lisa said.  "We can pay you rent, especially now 
that we don't have to be putting money aside."

"Well, the way I figure it, I already bought the place.  Having you stay 
there wouldn't cost me anything except the utilities, and helping us clean up 
the place by Wednesday would solve a lot of problems.  Besides, if I remember 
right, someone offered to share a dream or two with me," I said without 
looking over at Nicky.

"Nicky?" Lisa said, shocked.

"What?"

"Did you offer to share a dream with him?"

"I what?  Oh.  I guess I did," she said, slapping my can of soda against my 
chest rather roughly.  "I didn't mean anything by it."

"What are you talking about?" Eric asked, smiling at James's array of burps.

"I'll show you two later," I said with a grin.

"What?" James said, just tuning in.

I ignored him, but after Eric whispered in his ear, James blurted out, "Why 
would he want to do that?"

The four of us looked at him like he was nuts, but this time it was James' 
turn to ignore the rest of us.

After we talked for a while, James got very bored.  When he couldn't get Eric 
to pay attention to him, he finally got fed up and said, "Hey, does the TV 
work in this dump?"

"James, can I talk to you for a minute?" I said standing up and walking 
towards the other bedroom without waiting for a response.

He followed me in with a dark expression on his face, then looked at me with 
a defiant look in his eyes after I closed the door.

"Come 'ere," I said, sitting down on the bed.

He stood in front of me, and I couldn't help notice what he was hoping I had 
in mind.

"Sit down, please?" I said, patting the spot next to me.

His hopes crashed to the floor, but he sat down like I had asked anyway.

"I'm not going to yell at you, or lecture you," I said, putting my arm around 
his shoulders.  "I want to show you something.  Close your eyes and don't get 
scared.  You'll like this, I promise."

After he gave me an excited look, he closed his eyes tight and sat very 
still, tensing almost every muscle in his body.  

I sighed, then told him to relax as I rubbed his back with just a little bit 
of my magic touch set to soothe.  Once his shoulders went limp, I started 
feeling out the others in the next room.

James gasped when I connected his mind to feel the thoughts of the Eric, 
Lisa, and Nicky.  Eric was worrying about what I was saying to James, hoping 
I wouldn't upset James too much.  Lisa and Nicky both felt excited about 
living in the Orlin house, but they were both also increasingly hoping I 
would let them share another dream with each other.

When Nicky momentarily thought about James, I felt James getting embarrassed 
for how he had acted around her.  Nicky considered him to be a child, someone 
who simply didn't know better, while Eric seemed more mature.  What she 
didn't know was James was actually three months older than Eric, and it made 
James feel bad that he didn't know how to act around others nicely like Eric 
did.

Lisa had a different opinion of him, finding him simply a selfish brat like 
her younger brother.  That didn't bother James, however.  He had gotten used 
to Eric's older sister feeling that way about him.

But what hurt him the most was finding that Eric had been embarrassed several 
times by James' self-centered attitude.  Eric would never have told him so, 
but he sometimes wished James would just grow up a little more than he was.

Then Eric's attention was momentarily diverted by Nicky asking if James was 
his lover.  Eric remembered her earlier words about being proud to be gay, 
and replied with a confident voice, "Yes.  James is my lover."

The surge of emotional thoughts which followed made James feel good all over, 
and was so overwhelmed by it that I had to gently disconnect to give James a 
chance to recover.

"Thank you," he said softly before looking up at me.  "I'll try not to 
embarrass you or Eric any more."

"You know what?" I said, wiping the trail his single tear had made off his 
cheek.

"What?"

"I think you just grew up," I said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

-------------+

That night I had the spare bedroom to myself, and I laid there trying to 
ignore the tender feelings being shared around me.  All I could think about 
was how much I missed sharing a bed with Suzi and Joey, how empty my life 
seemed without them in it, all while fearing Sarah was at that moment 
releasing the true Joey's rage and lust which would destroy any chance of him 
sharing my bed again.  I kept telling myself that I might still have a chance 
with Suzi, even though I knew in my heart she was destined to be Joey's and 
not mine.

At least once I fell asleep, I slept soundly and didn't have any disturbing 
dreams.  And I felt almost cheery when I woke up to find Eric climbing in my 
bed to snuggle a little.

Apparently James was not a morning person.  He liked to sleep in as long as 
he could, while Eric was always instantly awake and ready for action when he 
first woke up.  I was neither and both.  When I wake up, if I have to get up, 
I get up without any trouble.  Otherwise I just roll onto my stomach (a habit 
I picked up because of the twins) and go back to sleep for a few more hours.

I welcomed his warm loving hugs and kisses, finding them very comforting 
after the troubled thoughts of the night before.  He was so endearing that I 
told him he could wake me up in the morning to snuggle any time he wanted.  
Then Eric laid on top of me, our soft dicks laying next to each other as we 
fell asleep again.

"Awe, man?!  If I knew you guys were going to do that, I would have got up 
with you Eric!"  James said, waking us.

"Shit," Nicky said before diverting her eyes as Eric quickly covered himself 
up with the sheet.  "Uhh, you guys...  want waffles for breakfast?" she said 
with her back turned.

"Sounds good to me," I said, strolling out of the room, nude.  "Morning, 
Lisa."

Lisa just mumbled her response without looking up, concentrating on reading 
the paper at the table as she waited for her waffle.

Nicky ignored my boldness once she saw I had no intention of getting shamed 
into getting dressed, and simply broke apart a few more frozen waffles to 
prepare for the toaster.

"What time is it?" Eric said with a yawn when he came out dressed.

"A quarter to eight," I said without looking at a clock.  "What's so 
interesting, Lisa?  You look like you're reading your own obituary."

"Obituaries... Section E," she mumbled. 

"Here, Lisa.  Eat it before it gets cold," Nicky said, setting down a plate 
with one of the four waffles which had popped up out of the toaster a few 
moments before.  "She's always like this in the morning.  You can't get 
anything out of her until she has read the first section of the paper and has 
her morning coffee."

Eric, James, and I were all finishing our own waffles before Lisa suddenly, 
looked up and said, "Are you naked?"

Eric giggled while James snickered, then they shut up when I stood up and did 
a slow 360.

"Get used to it ladies.  I'm used to going naked in my own house," I said 
before forking the last bite in my mouth without sitting down.  "But right 
now I'm going to get my clothes on.  It's kind of drafty in here."

As I got dressed, I heard Nicky mentioning to Lisa what she saw when James 
woke us up, then Lisa said something about how muscular I had become.  That 
made me stop and think about whether or not I should have stopped working 
out.  I didn't think that I would have the time to put into keeping the 
muscles I had built last semester, but after having gone through all the 
trouble to get them, I was kind of reluctant to just let them go back to the 
way they were before.

I decided I would just have to wait and see what my schedule would be like 
next week.  If I had two hours or so to workout in the evening, the basement 
was plenty big for the equipment I would need, and maybe Eric and James would 
get a kick out of working out with me.

The furnace guys were there eyeing the four college women with hungry eyes 
when we arrived, but once I had opened the door, they got down to business 
and went straight to the basement to work.

Because everyone had classes that day, I found that most of Nicky's friends 
weren't going to show up until lunch time, but promised that we would still 
get the place cleaned up in time for tomorrow's delivery.

Ken showed up shortly after we got there with another guy named Perry.  I had 
felt Perry take an interest in James and Eric while they were cleaning up 
some of the trash in the front yard, but when he quickly made himself not 
think about them, I let it go as something innocent.

But James had seen the look in Perry's eye, and once they finished outside, 
James hung around the two plumbers while they worked.

Shortly after lunch time, the gas was finally turned on, ironically it having 
waited on the plumbers to hook the larger water heater up to the gas line.  
The furnaces came on shortly after that, and then we were all running around 
turning on faucets and showers to work out all the air bubbles in the lines 
while the hot water heaters were filled.

Eric and I were patiently waiting by the kitchen sink, talking about how much 
warmer the place already was, when Ken yelled up stairs to ask Perry to check 
the toilets while he was up there.  Eric and I hadn't even known he had come 
up, so while Eric checked outside, I went upstairs.

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard a "Ah yeah..  That's the way I like 
it.." coming from somewhere upstairs.

Quickly and quietly I followed the sounds of Perry's words of encouragement, 
finding him standing in the bedroom furthest from the stairs with his pants 
down while James's head moved back and forth with Perry's cock in his mouth.

I was about to yell at James when I realized I was the wrong person to catch 
him in the act like that.  So I snuck back down, then when Eric came inside, 
I pretended that I had received a phone call and asked him to check upstairs 
for me.

I listened for several minutes at the bottom of the stairs for Eric's shouts, 
but they never came.  So after way too much time had passed, I crept 
upstairs, only to find the bedroom door was closed, and when I tried it, it 
was locked as well.

But they had failed to lock the bathroom door, and as soon as I saw that Eric 
had taken James place at Perry's cock while James sucked Eric off, I was so 
shocked that I couldn't say anything until Perry moaned while he came.

"ERIC!" I yelled.

James jerked away from them as Perry's orgasmic expression flashed to horror 
of being discovered.  But Eric..  Eric never flinched as he came himself 
while sucking the rest of Perry's spunk out of the still spasming cock in his 
mouth.

"Uh, look.. I, uh.. The kids asked me too.. and I uh.." Perry rambled as he 
carefully pushed Eric's head away from his cock.

James sat there masturbating, his eyes frozen on Eric's mouth frantically 
searching for the cock he had been nursing on.  Before another word was said, 
I had Perry slip his jeans back up and go back down stairs, making him forget 
what had.

"James.." Eric said desperately when he opened his eyes and saw him.

Before Eric could reach him, I got between them, displaying every bit of 
anger and disappointment I was feeling.

Even then it took Eric several moments to snap out of his lusty daze and 
realize I was not happy.  When I saw his face go from excitement to horror, I 
simply said, "So much for trusting you to control yourself," and left the 
room.

Eric and James were quiet the rest of the day, Eric especially, and I started 
to miss his enthusiasm for everything I asked him to do.

By four o'clock, the furnace people and plumbers were gone, and the last of 
the girls had showed up to work.  Once they were all busy vacuuming, 
scrubbing, and cleaning windows, I took a break from cleaning the third 
bathroom in a row and sought out Eric.

"..do you have?" Eric asked one of the girls he was helping in one of the 
bedrooms.

"Seven, but Jill and Bee-Bee are my closest.  That's why we're rooming 
together."

"Wow.  Do you... you know..  Do it a lot with them?"

"Do you with your boyfriend?" Patty asked.

"Yeah.  Every chance we get."

"We only do it when we think we deserve it.  It isn't good for you if you do 
it too much."

"See Eric?" I said.  "Even they say you can't do it all the time."

Eric didn't respond, but he put a little more effort into cleaning the window 
pane, hoping I would leave.

I walked up behind him, and was shocked when he pushed me away when I tried 
to give him a hug.

"I don't want your...  whatever you call it," Eric said bitterly.

"Eric, I'm only trying to..."

"I know what you're trying to do.  You're trying to control me, just like you 
control everyone.  Well I'm not going to let you do it to me any more."

"Control you?  Where did you get that...  Oh.. I see.  Okay Eric.  I guess 
you're right.  I've been controlling from the start.  I made you gay, I made 
you suck me in the tent, I made you.."

"Shut up," Eric said.  "You're not going to..."

My hand was on his shoulder with its magic touch on high, causing him to 
shudder with pleasure as I directed him to turn around and face me.  He was 
like putty in my hands, not resisting me as I lowered him to the ground on 
top of me.

I slowly turned down the magic touch until I finally removed my hand to rub 
his relaxed back.  Eric suddenly snapped out of his daze with a jerk, then 
laid his head back down and sighed.

"Eric, look at me," I said, stopping my back rub.

When he looked up at me with just a hint of fear, I said, "See how easy I 
could do it if I wanted to control you?  All I'm trying to do is keep you 
safe from letting other people take advantage of you or hurting you 
intentionally or unintentionally.  When I found you sucking on him like that, 
he was fantasizing about what he'd do if he could talk you or James into 
going home with him for the night."

"So?  What's wrong with that?" Eric said, his eyes starting to show some 
resistance in them again.

"Shit, Eric.  You would have gone with him, too, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe," he said defiantly.  "Maybe we both would have."

"Then both of you would have given in to trying some of his 'special' soda, 
and would have wound up so fucked up you wouldn't care what then did with 
you.  Shit, Eric.  He could have had AIDS.  Don't you understand how 
dangerous it is?"

"But you do it all the time," he insisted.  "How many girls have you had sex 
with?  How many women?  Gays aren't the only one who you can get it from."

"True.  But I'm very careful about making sure they are clean before letting 
myself get that far."

"What is it with you two?" James said, walking in.  "Every time I turn 
around, I find you two like that."

"Shut up James.  He made me get down on top of him." Eric said bitterly.  
"Come on.  Let's go to our room and fuck like the fags we are.  Nobody else 
understands what it means to be fifteen and gay."

"You're trying too hard," Patty said once their bedroom door shut.  "Be their 
friend, not their parent.  Go fuck them if they want you to.  Then tell them 
a story about your uncle George who died of AIDS or something."

"No.. Not MY uncle George.  His uncle Eric!" I said, getting up.  "Oh, and 
thanks!" I remembered to say to Patty before leaving the room and hurrying to 
their locked door.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I said, finding they made the same mistake of not 
locking the bathroom door.

But before I went in, I heard Eric crying.  I had to take a moment to build 
my determination back up, then slipped inside.

I slipped the ghost commands in their heads so they couldn't see me, then sat 
down next to Eric and made sure he got a whiff of my cologne.

"Tim?" he said looking around.  "See?  I'm even imagining him.  Why can't I 
do anything right?"

"Come on, Eric.  Don't start crying again.  You know I can't handle you 
crying," he said, rubbing Eric's thigh.

Eric shrugged it off, then said, "I'm not really in the mood for sex..  Let's 
clean our room up, okay?  I'll be all right if you don't leave me."

I got up and left them alone, deciding that tonight would be a far better 
time to try my idea.

It was after midnight before we all got back to the girls' apartment.  I was 
so tired, I was in bed half asleep before I remembered my plan to hopefully 
curb their recklessness.  I had to fiddle around with my own mind a few 
moments before I worked out how to control the dream I was intending to have, 
then formed the dream links with Eric and James and went to sleep.

.....................................

I was at school, walking down one of the halls, checking out the guys like 
usual.  That's when I saw him for the first time, checking me out as I 
checked him out, knowing he was just like me.

I never had seen him before, but I knew his name.  Joey.  His name was Joey.  
And just like that, we walked up to each other, looking in each other's eyes, 
our hearts racing, our skin tingling, then finally we kissed with more 
passion I had ever known before.

Nobody around us noticed us as we rubbed each other's bodies as we kissed.  
The bell gently rang around us, and we broke apart to go to class, telling 
each other we love them.

I was in class for a whole five minutes before the bell rang again.  There he 
was, waiting for me outside, somehow managing to talk the principal into 
making the classes five minutes long and the time between classes fifty 
minutes.

Joey, my love, led me down to the boy's shower, and we started undressing 
each other, knowing we would be making love.

But before we could do so, three more good looking nude guys my age walked 
in, and we knew they wanted to fuck too.  We each took turns sucking and 
fucking each other, loving the hot sex every minute, yet I was getting 
concerned about having not done it yet with Joey.

I was more horny than ever by the time it was my and Joey's turn, and I was 
full of lust as he got down on his knees to suck me off.  But just before he 
touched me, the bell rang and suddenly there were guys all over the place 
yelling and screaming at us, calling us fags and fairies.

Someone hit me in the stomach, and suddenly there was a fight as Joey tried 
to come to my rescue.  I struggled and struggled to get to him, but just as I 
thought I was going to get through the crowd of punching boys, there was a 
loud cracking sound before the room went quiet.

Joey laid on the floor with his eyes glazing over, his skull having been 
cracked by the hard concrete floor.  I cried, "NO!" before hearing his last 
words "Love you Tim," then witnessed the life leave his body completely.  

That was when I found myself alone in the showers with his body, everyone 
else having disappeared as I kneeled there trying to understand what 
happened.  I let my lust take over, and it had caused me to lose the only 
person I loved.  My lover whom I never would make love to...

.....................................

I woke up, shaking from the nightmare which I had purposely created, hearing 
the muffled sobs of Eric and James as they reassured themselves it had only 
been a dream, and that their own lovers had not died like in their versions 
of their dream.

I hugged my pillow, trying to shake the loneliness the dream had amplified 
three fold.  I don't know how long I laid there fighting to keep myself from 
crying, and found that both Eric and James had fallen back asleep holding 
each other's hands.  Ironically, I was more disturbed by the dream than they 
were, mostly because my lovers where not there with me in my bed.

The next morning finally came, waking to the sight of Eric standing at my 
door.  For a moment I thought he was going to snuggle again which I suddenly 
desperately needed to do.  But Eric was only there to let me know he knew I 
had made the dream, and from the look on his face, he hated me for it.

James strangely was warmer than usual with me during the morning.  But as the 
morning wore on, his true colors showed through, and finally he blurted out 
he was trying to make me happy because he didn't want to go home.

It was around lunch time when I realized Eric and James were no where to be 
seen.  I ended up having to do a pulse, and found them following a guy to his 
own apartment where the three of them were going to fuck.

I checked to see if his sexual habits were clean, finding they weren't but he 
had just been tested for VD, so he was for the moment clean.  He had some 
pretty wild ideas about what he'd like to do with them, and I figured they 
would have to learn their lesson the hard way and let them go make their own 
mistakes.

They didn't come home that Wednesday night, and they didn't bother calling 
either.  I was pretty upset with them, but I wasn't going to interfere.  
Shawn, the guy they were staying with, had invited two of his boy friends 
over to party with the boys Thursday night, and once I had made sure they 
were also clean, I kept my mind off of it until it was time for the orgy.

James and Eric got a little drunk, and James let it slip out that Eric liked 
to sometimes give his ass a little lick once in a while.  Since the three 
older guys were fairly drunk themselves, they insisted Eric show them, then 
when he wouldn't, they tried to force him.

By the time they gave up, Eric and James were scared shitless, and I finally 
got the call around eleven that night from James as Eric cried in the 
background.

I was over there in a flash, but even that wasn't fast enough.  I found them 
naked, hiding in the bushes outside in the cold after the assholes had kicked 
them out without their clothes because they had called me.  Ten minutes 
later, the three guys were the ones outside naked in the bushes, and since I 
had locked the door to their apartment, the only way they could get their 
clothes was to go and ask the landlord to let them in.

Friday morning, I woke to find Eric climbing in bed with me to snuggle again.  
He cried more than snuggled, telling me he was sorry, and he wouldn't do 
anything like that again.

James even said he was sorry after crawling in bed with the two of us later 
that morning, but I could tell he hadn't learned his lesson yet.  I just 
hoped that the weekend with Wally would straighten him out enough to keep 
them both from doing stupid things during the weeks ahead.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 6 - Southeast Fringe Benefits 
(ffm, ff)

Time to back up a little and explain a few things.

You may wonder why I bothered to set up camp at Southeast State after 
spending an entire semester at Northwest State.

I had seriously considered going back to Northwest since I was familiar with 
the people and campus, and hadn't really been all that impressed by Doctor 
Kinmon's offer at Southeast.  But Northwest State simply wasn't... 
convenient.  It was four and a half hours away from home, and while 
Southeastern State wasn't much better being a three hour drive, the trip was 
easier, the whole campus was newer, and the chicks were..  Uhm, they were...  
Okay, so they were easier too.

I don't mean they were sluts or anything.  It was just that there were hardly 
any Etas around to make so many of the girls raise their standards.  Any 
average guy could ask a girl out on a date without expecting her reply to be, 
"I don't know...  Are you working out?"  

The Gamma Alpha Eta fraternity had only just opened there last year, and even 
though the members were extremely popular with the ladies, they were having 
trouble keeping their membership up.  You see, they had more competition for 
the jocks and the muscle heads, and Southeast State wasn't really well known 
for their athletes, therefore there weren't as many guys interested in 
getting all buffed up.  So a lot of the time the Eta's were having to get the 
want-to-be types which three out of four usually didn't make it through the 
first week of workouts.

Why didn't they just make them, you may ask.  Because you can only motivate 
someone through commands so much without losing their characteristic 
personality that makes them different than the others.  That was one of 
Sarah's redeeming qualities to me.  She wasn't a slave driver, and made sure 
the others weren't either.  Everyone of the people they used still had their 
own life to live when they weren't needed by the group.

But Sarah didn't hesitate to alter people permanently if it came down to 
there being no other way to satisfy her purposes.  The biggest example of 
this was surprisingly Mike, the frat leader from Northwest State.

Mike and Alex were old friends from high school.  They weren't best friends, 
but they had hung with the same group of guys, so when they found that they 
were the only ones from that group to be going to Northwest State, they opted 
to become roommates.

Alex hated the dorms, and loved the idea of being a muscle head with all the 
chicks.  Mike, however, had other goals in life, and after Alex joined the 
Etas their very first semester, Mike concentrated on getting his biology 
degree, planning to go to graduate school and become a doctor.

At the time, the Group only had the three Harrison siblings, Sarah, and Wally 
to run things.  Wally and Sarah had just opened up the Eta house at Northwest 
State after perfecting her milking procedure at Central State.

It quickly became too much work for them to keep things running at both 
campuses.  Despite his lazy nature, Wally was very efficient when he had to 
be.  But he and Denise neither had any medical background, and Sarah found 
herself spending too much time going back and forth fixing problems than a 
mother of a two and a half year-old should be.

Because Alex was Wally's new closest lover, he had some influence over how 
things ran around Northwest State.  In fact he ran the place a lot because he 
was a natural leader, and Wally was inclined to hand over as much of the 
responsibility as Alex was able to handle.  However Alex also had no medical 
background, but he knew someone who did and who he could trust.

But Mike wasn't interested in anything but the nineteen credits he was taking 
at the time.  He had his heart set on finishing his medical degree in six 
years, and had the determination and stamina to do it.  When Alex finally 
convinced Sarah she should meet him, all Sarah could see was the opportunity 
to take some of the weight off her shoulders.

Alex was extremely upset when Sarah made Mike into her personal assistant.  
Oh, Mike learned things faster that way, but he wasn't given any choice about 
anything he did.  Sarah programmed Mike to be completely dedicated to the 
task of learning everything related to the procedure, spending nearly a year 
of nothing else but mindlessly learning and increasingly assisting Sarah.

As with many people working closely together on the same project day in and 
day out, Sarah began having close feelings for Mike.  He was only two years 
her junior, and he was a handsome young man.  So after talking it over with 
Wally, Sarah began to loosen the tight hold over his mind, and after a month 
or so of the real Mike showing through, she took his virginity by making love 
in the middle of their lab.

It was only a few weeks later that Mike's own abilities showed up.  Sarah 
began showing him everything she knew, and for a while he was happy to be her 
lover and assistant in every way.  But after their interest in each other 
sexually declined a bit, Mike started to abuse the powers he had been shown 
how to use too quickly.

Mike's corruption seemed to happen almost overnight.  Wally, Alex, and Sarah 
were completely taken by surprise when Mike's lust had driven him to enslave 
an entire sorority house to be his fuck slaves.  Sarah was so furious after 
disabling his defenses and taking his will, she made hundreds of alterations 
to Mike's mind without taking care that she could undo them all later.  Even 
Wally could never find all the changes she had made in anger, and so Mike was 
a different person forever afterwards. 

All this naturally happened three years before I knew any of them, but their 
history is somewhat important to what was to come.  But perhaps more 
important were the events which had taken place between the day we made peace 
with the Harrison Group and when we took Sarah back home to her parents.

Joey and I spent the first two nights after the truce at Sarah's and Stan's 
home.  They surprisingly had a very modest house, not needing anything lush 
and expensive since they also had a play house which Stan used for the sex he 
had with his girls.  Thankfully they kept their son away from it all, and 
even though Wally saw no harm in introducing the boy to what he called the 
real world, he didn't dare go against their wishes.

Tommy adored his Uncle Wally, and after a few days that started to annoy 
Joey.  After all, Joey was his real uncle, not Wally.  But you can't blame 
Tommy for liking Wally.  Once you got beyond his odd passive nature, you 
start enjoying his company, and I was finding myself trusting him more than 
anyone else there. Well, besides Joey that is.

On that Tuesday, I visited Alex and Wally at the suite and was surprised to 
find Nick had gone home and wouldn't be coming back until January.

"What happened?  Did he do something wrong?" I asked when Alex told me.

"No.  Actually, because of you and Nick, Wally and I are staying together," 
Alex said happily.

"I can understand if Nick had a hand in it, but what did I do?"

"What do you mean, what did you do?  You convinced Nick to make Wally admit 
he didn't want me to leave.  And if it hadn't been for your coin, I don't 
think Wally would have let me stay."

"My coin?" I said, digging it out as we were walking to Wally's room.

I held it out to him, and he took it to study it again, then Alex said, "I 
thought you knew.  I feel something when I hold it.  It isn't very strong, 
but..."

I stopped in my tracks, remembering how the shield had already been lowered 
around it during the fight with Harrison. 

"Wally, do you mean to tell me that you even planned to test Alex with my 
coin?" I said, marching up to him.

"I had no idea you and Joe had coins.  And I didn't realize your coin was a 
real one until Alex told me he had felt something after I had sent you away."

"Wait.  You mean you didn't disable the cloak Joey put around it?"

"No.  I assumed you had for some reason when your..  What do you call it..  
your empathic power attacked me.  May I see it Alex?" he said pleadingly.

"Of course, lover," Alex said, handing it over and sitting down on the bed 
next to him.

"I didn't attack you with it.  Actually at the time, I though you had 
attacked me.  But it doesn't matter now.   Alex, did you lower its shield?"

"Me?  I wouldn't have a clue how if I did.  As soon as I picked it up, I 
could feel...  something.  But nothing else happened while I held it."

"What do you feel when you hold it?" Wally asked Alex, putting my coin 
against his cheek and closing his eyes.

"Its kind of hard to explain..  I guess it feels..."

"Alive?" Wally said, opening his eyes and smiling at him.

"No..  I kept trying to think of it that way, but no.  Not alive.  I mean, it 
just feels like... Like it has energy or something in it.  Like electrical 
maybe.  I kept thinking it had a hum to it.  Like a transformer.  Or 
something like that.  Sometimes I swear I can hear it."

"Wally," I said excitedly.  "Give the coin back to him.  Joey didn't feel 
anything much at first, but later he suddenly could hear it.  It wasn't a 
hum, though.  Joey said it sounded like a radio speaking gibberish."

"Gibberish?  You mean like noise like when it's not tuned to a channel?" Alex 
asked, holding it up to his ear.

"No, not static or noise.  Gibberish.  Joey was picking up the symbols it 
gives out...  Wally, have you ever seen the symbols?"

"Symbols?" Wally asked as he attempted to peer at the coin while Alex held it 
between his fingers.  "Are there symbols on the coin Alex?" he asked.

"Nope," Alex said after checking both sides.  "Just this ugly guy and a 
triangle.  Wait.  Are these markings or just scratches on the coin's edge?" 
he asked me.

"Huh?" I said, never having thought to look at the edges.  "Probably 
scratches.  I never noticed anything on the edges..  Here let me look to see 
if I recognize any of them as symbols."

"If they're not on the coin, then what symbols are you talking about, Tim?" 
Wally asked.

"Just a sec...  Nope.  I'm pretty sure they're all just scratches," I said, 
giving it back to Alex.  "When I started using my telepathy, I had this 
nightmare where this guy who was actually an older me made me his slave.  
While he was enslaving me, I saw these symbols fly at me.  Then when I met my 
dad and he gave me that coin, I could feel the..  the shapes of symbols 
coming out of the coin."

"Coming out of the coin?" Wally said, focusing his mind on the red token in 
Alex's hand.

"Yeah.  Then one day I was helping Joey to try and feel them too.  He was 
concentrating on the coin really hard and suddenly WHAM!" I said, clapping my 
hands together and making the both jump.  "His head started hurting really 
bad. After a few minutes it started to go away, but that's when we knew that 
something else had happened.  He told me to turn down the radio when it 
wasn't on.  He was hearing the symbols, sorta."

"So you think by trying to feel the symbols out too I could..  I could do 
what Wally and you do?" Alex said hopefully.

"I don't know, Alex.  Wally, when you hold it, does it tingle?  Or just feel 
alive?"

"Just alive, I think.  I never noticed any tingling really.  I just expect it 
to crawl out of my hand.  Is that what you feel?  Tingling?"

"Yeah.  That, the symbols, and it makes me feel good.  Kind of like when my 
mom or Joey rubs my chest.  Joey only felt a little tingling before he could 
feel the symbols too.  Now he feels the same things as I do from it, so I 
just figured everyone did."

"I.. I think I'm doing it!" Alex said, getting excited.  But then he said, 
"Or.. maybe.. maybe not."

"Alex, Amos told me that if I felt something from the coin, that meant I had 
the gift and it would come to me naturally when it was ready.  I'm not sure 
if you can hurry it up by trying to force it," Wally said, taking Alex's hand 
into his and kissing it.

"But..  Wally?" Alex said, putting the coin between Wally's and his palms 
then pressing them tightly together.  "I want you to be my Amos.  I want you 
to be my father, my brother, and my lover just like he was with you.  I don't 
ever want to leave you, you understand?  I love you, just as much as you 
loved him."

"Oh, Alex," Wally said, shedding the first tear I had seen him make for 
anyone.  "I love you too, and...  Yes.  I'll be your Amos."

"Uhm..." I said, as they kissed without appearing to stop any time soon.  "I 
guess I'll get going.."

Alex broke the kiss off, then with a flushed face he said, "Then I guess you 
want your coin back.."

"Nah.  You keep it until I go home.  I have a feeling you'll have a better 
use for it than I would.  Oh, and Wally.  About Nick."

"Ah, yes.  Don't worry about our little Nick.  Alex has decided Nick just 
isn't going to be right for me.  So don't worry about your friend.  He 
doesn't remember ever meeting me."

"What?  Why?  Nick really cared for you.."

"I know that, and I cared for him too.  But your talk with him made him 
decide he wouldn't give himself to me completely, and I didn't wish to hurt 
him by constantly pressuring him to do so.  It's better this way, Tim.  I 
have learned the hard way to let them go when it is time.  I just hope I'm 
not making the same old mistake with Alex."

"You're not, my Amos," Alex said with a kiss.  "You're not."

It was several days before anyone saw either of the two outside the suite, 
and that was only to say good bye to us before we went home.  Alex hadn't 
felt anything beyond the hum from the coin, but he still was reluctant to 
part with it.

Okay, back to Southeastern State.  About a year after Mike discovered his 
telepathy, during his scans of new initiates he ran across two who both had 
the first signs of their powers showing up.  Surprisingly, the two didn't 
even know each other, but once Mike had immediately enslaved them and taken 
them to the Doc, they became close friends as they learned how to use their 
abilities together under Sarah's close supervision.

Okay, here's what that has to do with SE State.   Those two guys ran the 
joint.  Or rather, Varuna (Vern for short) and Ollie ran the Gamma Alpha Eta 
house on campus, and also had made two of the sorority houses their homes.  
Unlike Mike, they quit school after becoming part of the Group, so they never 
actually finished the Eta program.  They spent most of their time at the two 
sorority houses, and I suspected that was probably the biggest reason the Eta 
membership was so low.

Not that I complained, mind you.  And they had a pretty nice setup too.  They 
each had a penthouse on the top floor of the sororities, and spent every 
night in bed with at least six willing girls.   At first I found it all very 
erotic and accepted their invitation to spend that first weekend with them.  
But after spending just one night in their penthouse of slave girls, I 
realized how shallow and immature they were.  I mean, having six girls 
constantly begging you to fuck or let them suck you was just what I needed 
after all that guy sex, but that's all they did, all the time.  If they 
didn't all look different, I would have sworn they were all just carbon 
copies of each other the way they all acted exactly the same.

I tried to explain how wonderful getting to know a girl was compared to just 
making her into what you wanted her to be.  But I think they must have both 
have been virgins before Mike met them.  They kept telling me that I was just 
too young to know how much sex a man needs.  Shit.  I bet you any money they 
photograph the girls nude, then spend hours looking at the pictures while 
they get sucked.  They were just immature like that.  To them, women were 
just objects of pleasure, not real people, but I was determined to not get 
involved in breaking up another slave pit.

Getting back to the story, Alex picked up Eric and James Friday night to join 
Wally and four other gay couples in their weekend of gay love making.  Once 
they were gone, I went over to Vern's place and enjoyed several rounds of 
mindless heterosexual sex with beautiful girls before it all got kind of 
boring and disturbing to me.

So by Sunday morning, let's just say I was ready to go back and take my 
chances with the lesbians.

Because they weren't expecting Eric, James, or myself until that evening, I 
was pleasantly surprised to find seven of the girls sleeping nude in one of 
the two living areas.  After making sure they wouldn't wake up, I took a good 
long look at them, finding most of them were fairly nice looking.  But after 
all the fucking I had done that weekend, I didn't have it in me to do 
anything more than look.

But finding Lisa and Nicky asleep in my waterbed, nude, and having raided my 
toy box, made me change my attitude.

I was actually in the bed between them before Lisa woke up, but she didn't 
realize it was me until her arm brushed across my hard dick while she was 
reaching for the covers.

It took her a moment to realized what the hell her hand was grasping, then 
suddenly she yipped and nearly ripped my little buddy out of his socket.

Nicky almost brained me with my own alarm clock, but luckily I managed to 
divert her aim in time.  It took more than a minute to calm them down and 
remind them it WAS my bed they were sleeping in.  Lisa finally just gave up 
and left to get dressed, and while I watched her ass as she walked away, my 
dick rose to the occasion which didn't go unobserved.

"Wow," Nicky said, staring at my meat as it went fully hard.

She was still laying in the bed with me, having gotten used to my nudity 
after three days of being exposed to it.  But she had never seen me hard like 
that, even in the limo the year and a half before.

I felt her curiosity starting to get the better of her, especially when I 
took hold of my tool and gave it a couple of slow pumps.

"It won't bite.  I promise," I said when I felt her hesitating to touch it.

She blushed, then carefully wrapped her left hand around it and mirrored my 
earlier motions.

"It's so warm and..  spongy..  but hard..." she commented as her confidence 
grew.

"Feels pretty good to me.." I said as she picked her speed up a little more.

"Really?" she said with a humorous look.  "You know, I've never even seen one 
of these hard before.  Let alone touch one."

"Wouldn't have known it!" I groaned when she stopped her jerking motions and 
ran her fingers lightly around the crown of my cock.

"Oh look.  It's drooling," she said, spreading the precum around with her 
finger tip.

"Yeah, it does that when it likes the person petting it," I said as I relaxed 
after her over stimulation of my dick.

"I always thought a penis would look ugly and... mean.  But yours looks 
almost innocent," she said as she sat up and started jerking me off with both 
hands.

She seemed to think that speed was the key, and I couldn't stop myself from 
going soft after she had tried three times to go as fast as she could.

"Shit, Nicky..  STOP!  You're starting to rub it raw."

"Oh.. OH... I'm sorry," she said dropping it.

"That's okay.  He'll recover pretty quick," I said, noticing that we were 
both a little sweaty and had been breathing fairly hard.

Her right hand slipped off her thigh onto mine, and I was certain it had been 
accidental, but then she decided she might as well explore my body while she 
was already there, and began rubbing her hand up and down my muscular leg.

When she moved to use both hands, I closed my eyes to enjoy the touch of her 
hands on my legs and feet.  But my attention was drawn to the symbols which 
my other sight constantly showed flowing around her mind and body, and found 
myself lost in the combination of their beauty and grace and the touch of her 
roaming hands.

I suddenly noticed another cluster of swirling symbols obviously watching us 
from the door.  My fascination grew as I watched the arousal symbols getting 
produced in Lisa's mind, and almost missed the fact that they had moved 
closer. 

I opened my eyes when I felt another set of hands begin rubbing my chest, and 
I was strongly tempted to reach out to slide my hand up her shirt to feel her 
erect nipples with my finger tips.  But I knew if I made any sort of advance 
on either of them, the fun would instantly be over and I might never gain 
their trust again so easily.

But as I fought my inner desires to return the fondling they were giving me, 
Lisa suddenly knelt down and began exploring my own nipples with her mouth 
and hands.

My attention was so preoccupied with the way of Lisa's mouth was making my 
nipples hard that I gasped in surprise when Nicky had discovered my little 
buddy was back.

I felt Lisa's own arousal jump up as she discovered her lover try to jerk me 
off as fast as she could.  Despite Nicky having been in there longer, Lisa 
was in fact getting a lot hornier than Nicky, mostly because she wasn't 
entirely gay.

Lisa suddenly stopped, then Nicky did also, and for a moment I thought it was 
over.  But no sooner than I opened my eyes again to see what was going on 
than Lisa's tongue licked the head of my dick.

And then Nicky tried it, and suddenly they were trying to make their lips 
meet each others, licking and smacking as they started moving up and down.

I couldn't believe it.  Two self proclaimed lesbians were giving me a hell of 
a good blow job without having done a single thing myself other than being 
there.

As that concept sank in, it triggered my orgasm.

"That's disgusting!" Nicky said, jumping away from my spurting organ.

Lisa at least had the decency to take my dick in her hand and finish me off 
before they both left me laying there dazed and a bit sleepy.  In fact the 
next thing I knew it was two hours later, and there was something about the 
way the door was partially closed that told me everyone had checked me out 
while I was asleep.

Cindy, the only one of the twelve girls who slept alone, offered to take me 
for the grand tour of the campus after lunch.  I could feel she had ulterior 
motives for doing so, but figured I might enjoy whatever it was she wanted.

"Has Nicky or Lisa ever mention that the three of us used to go parking 
together?" she mentioned casually.

"Not exactly," I said, my dick deciding it wasn't that tired and rose up a 
little to listen in.  "Lisa said something about the way you liked your 
nipples nibbled when you're horny, so I figured the two of you must have 
messed around at least once."

"Oh, for a while, Lisa and I were pretty hot stuff.  And Nicky too at one 
point.  We all know each other's secrets, including the one about you."

"Me?  Oh, you mean the dream."

"Uh huh.  Any chance of you showing me how you do it?"

"Ah.." I said, digging my coin out.  "It depends."

"I thought you'd want something in return.  All right, what's your price."

"No price.  At least that's not what I was meaning.  Just hold this a minute, 
okay?" I said as I took her hand and put my coin in her palm.

"Okay," she said, looking at it carefully.  "What do you do?  Hypnotize 
people with it?"

"Nope.  Just hold it, and tell my if you feel anything."

"Feel anything?  Like what?  It's not cold, or hot..  It's not soft, and it's 
not wet..."

"So, you don't feel anything... unusual?"

"Am I supposed to?"

"Just answer the question."

She stopped walking, closed her eyes and clasped my coin tightly in her hand, 
and after a minute, she even held her breath.

"If you don't feel anything by now, you're not going to Cindy," I said, 
watching her turning red in the face.

"Shit," she gasped, giving up.  "What was I supposed to feel?"

"I don't know.  I think it may be different for different people.  When I 
hold it, it makes my skin tingle, but other people feel something different."

"So.. Because I can't feel something, that means you can't teach me," she 
said with a sigh while handing my coin back.

"Yep.  But if you like, I'll let you share one with someone else sometime."

"Thanks.  I'd like that."

She pointed out a few of the buildings that I had asked her about, then once 
we had pretty much covered most of the campus, we started back to the house.

"You know, you're okay, for a rich kid," she suddenly said.  "When Nicky told 
me you had bought the Orlin house and we could all go live there, I expected 
you to try giving us orders, spy on us when we were in bed, and maybe even 
trying to blackmail us.  But other than organizing the clean up last week, 
you haven't done anything but be generous.  I'm sorry if I acted cold to you 
last week.  I'm just leery of anyone giving things out without asking for 
something in return."

"Yeah, well, you're not the only one to feel that way you know.  Heck, even 
Nicky and Lisa don't really trust me enough to let me give them one of my 
special massages.  They think I just want to handle their bodies, which I 
admit is one of the reasons I want to do it, but that's not the only reason.  
I like making people feel good with my hands, and it helps me in ways you 
probably wouldn't understand.  I mean, you don't know how hard it is for me 
to not just help myself while they're literally helpless with pleasure.  But 
I feel so much better afterwards knowing I can resist that kind of... 
temptation."

"Aren't you exaggerating a little much for someone who just woke up from a 
nap?" she said with a grin.

"I'm not exaggerating, and it wasn't just what Lisa and Nicky did that wore 
me out."

"Oh... Let me guess.  You spent all weekend in bed with your three 
girlfriends, right?"

"Uhm, whatever," I said, getting tired of her teasing.

We didn't say much after that, but before we went inside, I said, "I'll be in 
the basement if you need me for anything," then touched her nose with my 
finger with my magic touch set to high.

As I walked away from the stunned lesbian, I couldn't help but grin like a 
fool feeling how surprised she had been.  I had a feeling that I'd be giving 
her a massage by the end of the night.

Wrong!  Cindy literally avoided me the entire day, only showing her face at 
dinner since Jen and Kelly had baked a ham for our first official Sunday 
dinner there.

While most of the women had started to feel more comfortable around me, I 
couldn't help but notice Lisa and Nicky both feeling disturbed about what had 
happened that morning.  So by the time Eric and James got back around ten 
thirty, I was pretty happy to have them back.

I was very pleased to find they had both enjoyed their time at Wally's 
immensely.  James admitted he hated it at first because they were going way 
too slow for his tastes, but once they got up to blowing each other, he kind 
of liked watching the others as they took turns.  Both he and Eric gave me a 
detailed report on who was the cutest, who was the sexiest, and who had the 
biggest.  I didn't have the heart to remind them I could care less.

I must have been more tired than I had thought.  The next morning, I woke up 
to find that Eric had crawled in bed with me to snuggle, but when I hadn't 
woken up, he had just gone back to sleep next to me.

Eric's lips still had some of the child like redness to them I had noticed 
back in the tent the day we had first made love.  It made him look so 
innocent, so endearing to me, I simply had to kiss those lips and enjoyed the 
sluggish response they made.

"Good morning, lover," he said with a smile.

"Good morning to you too, lover," I said, kissing his cheek.

"I'm so glad I came," Eric sighed, snuggling up to me and rubbing my chest 
like he had learned I liked.

"So am I," I admitted, slipping my arm under his head so my upper arm 
supported his head while I could rub his back.  "I missed your morning 
snuggles while you were gone."

"Awe..  Didn't you get to snuggle with those girls?" he teased.

"Shit...  All they wanted to do was suck and fuck.  Besides," I said kissing 
him on the forehead, "Nobody can snuggle better than Eric the snuggle bunny."

Eric gave me a kiss below my arm pit, and after a moment, gave me another.  
When I didn't object, he continued giving me kisses, very quickly moving up 
to my right breast to kiss and suckle.

I let him continue since he was expressing his love and affection like Wally 
had been showing them, even though I knew he had a full hard on and would 
most likely try to do more than I was willing to permit.

But Eric surprised me by stopping after worshiping both of my breasts, and in 
a way I guess I was a little disappointed that he had stopped.  I had been 
prepared to go a little further than that, but I knew better than to say 
anything in fear of risking hurting the progress he had made.

When I awoke for the second time, it was because James and Eric were kissing 
passionately on the bed next to me.  Something about the way they were doing 
it looked more.. mature than the way they had done it before.  They were 
kissing like to lovers should, not like two kids experiencing the joy of sex 
without caring about who they were sharing it with.

By the time they had quit to get their breath back, I was at full mast which 
they both instantly noticed.

"James, show Tim how good of a cock sucker you are," Eric said to his lover.  
Then to me he added, "I've been teaching him everything I know."

"Uhm," I started as James uncovered the pole which had been holding up the 
tent.

"Hey Eric.  It looks sorta like Luke's did, only not as thick," James 
commented after giving it a few jerks.

"James, I don't know about this," I said, ready to use my down boy command.

"I told you he wouldn't let me," James said a little crossly, shoving my dick 
forward with a slap as he started crawling off the bed.

"Wait, James," Eric pleaded.  When James didn't listen, Eric turned to me and 
whined, "Tim.."

"What Eric?  What do you want me to do?  If I let him do it once, you know 
you'll both get on my case about letting you do it again.  Why did you have 
to suggest something like that, anyway?"

"Because...  James has been working really hard trying to impress you with 
something.  He thought if he could learn how to give blow jobs like the 
twins, you might like him more.  For someone who can read minds, you sure 
don't know very much," he said getting out of bed and hurrying back to his 
room to be with James.

"Shit," I said to myself.  "I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't.  How 
my mom ever put up with this parental thing with me, I'll never know."

We had an appointment with Doctor Kinmon at ten that morning, but we ran a 
bit late because Eric's mom called wanting to talk to her son after a week of 
his absence.  But once we arrived at his office, we found that he hadn't come 
back from talking to the dean yet, and waited for nearly a half an hour 
before he came in.

"Sorry for making you wait, boys.  I'm afraid there's a slight problem with 
our plans.  The dean wanted to know what kind of research you would be doing, 
and why he hadn't ever heard of a Professor Timothy Brandton before.  He 
wants to meet you before approving the funds and facilities I promised you."

"I thought you said he was a good friend of yours and he'd trust you on it?" 
I said slowly.

"Dannel's under a lot of pressure to cut down on the amount of money spent on 
research right now, and can only grant two of the fifteen new projects 
proposed this semester.  So I can understand he really can't just take my 
word for it without knowing what he's approving."

"Oh.." I said with a frown.  "Well, what do you think I should do now?  I 
don't really want to go look for another university after spending last week 
working on the house."

"I suggest we go talk to him, and perhaps you could even demonstrate to him 
what you can do like you did for me.  I'm certain he'll..."

"Let's go," I sighed, cutting him off before he could make another promise he 
might not be able to keep.  "But we have to be done by one to meet the 
tutor."

I felt both Eric and James stiffen at that, but they both kept their mouths 
shut while we put our coats back on to walk over to the dean's office.

When we got there, James was the first to notice something.

"Hey Eric.  Look!" he said, pointing to the name plate on the dean's door.  
"He has the same last name as you."

"Dean Dannel T. Roberts," Eric read out loud.  "I don't think we're related."

"No, I don't think you are either," Doctor Kinmon said with a grin as he 
knocked on the door.

We heard a deep voice say "Come in, Arron," then found a well dressed black 
man with a neatly trimmed beard sitting behind the dean's desk.

"Tell me this is one of your jokes, Arron," the dean said in his deep voice 
after we walked in his office and the door closed behind us.

"I know how this may seem, Dannel.  But believe me, this is a once in a life 
time opportunity.  Dean Roberts, may I introduce to you Timothy Brandton, an 
honest to God telepath."

"Telepath!" the dean boomed before cracking up in a hearty laugh.  "If it 
wasn't so absurd, I'd.."  he began before noticing our serious faces.

As Doctor Kinmon tried to convince the dean to even consider hearing me out, 
Eric whispered to me, "Why don't you just show him your stuff?"

"Because it usually scares them when I do it like that," I thought to him.  
"Joey finally got me to see it's better to wait until they dare me to prove 
it to them first.  They always do one way or another."

"All right, Arron.  If he is telepathic, then why doesn't he read my mind and 
tell me what I'm thinking about?"

"See?" I said to Eric out loud.  Then I said to the dean, "You're thinking 
how nice it would be to just lock your door and unplug your phone so you 
could get your work done without so many interruptions.  Who's Bianca?  Oh.  
Er, never mind."

I never saw a black man blush before, but I swear his cheeks turned red.  Of 
course mine were redder, but I hadn't known he had a wife until he had 
considered having Bianca, his secretary, give him another shoulder rub in 
hopes of it going a bit further than just a massage.  I had to hand it to 
him.  He did have a nice taste in asses, even if he never had the chance to 
try either one of them.

After giving him the details of what I was going to do, the dean finally 
accepted it was all for real, and sat there a few moments considering my 
proposal before pulling several files out and studying them.

Finally he set his glasses down, rubbed his eyes with one hand, then said, 
"I'm sorry Arron.  I just can't approve the funds for something we can't 
publish or otherwise document what the funds were used for.

"However, the facilities are available, and since you don't require any 
special lab equipment, I can authorize the office and workspace.  I can also 
send a memo out to the other research projects to suggest contacting your 
office about a special think tank that holds great promise in churning out 
solutions to their current problems.  

"But as far as allowing you to hire help, I'm afraid we simply don't have the 
money.  Perhaps the others would be willing to donate some of their funds, 
but I rather doubt it would be enough."

After thinking quietly for a few minutes, I said "What about," then stopped 
as a better idea occurred to me.  I ignored their small talk as I reached out 
around me to find what I could offer people in exchange for their time.  But 
when I realized how easier and more precise my telepathic ability had become, 
I forgot what I started out to do and tried to see how far I could 'reach' 
without straining.

I was just about to go beyond the borders of the campus when Doctor Kinmon 
gently shook my shoulder to get my attention.

"Huh?  Oh, sorry.  I was just..  Uhm, what did you ask?" I said to the dean.

"I only need to know whether you wanted to still do your work here under 
those conditions."

"Yeah, I think everything will.. work.... out......" I said as my newer 
telepathic senses detected someone probing another person three buildings 
away.  "Uhm, I hate to say this, but someone just peeked inside one of the 
ladies down in the records office.  I think there's another telepath on 
campus."

"I didn't realize you could detect other people like that," Doctor Kinmon 
said.

"To tell you the truth, neither did I.  Uhm, could Eric and James stay here 
while I go check things out?  I'll only be few minutes."

Eric objected, but James nudged him to be quiet.  I knew he was thinking 
maybe I would forget about our one o'clock appointment, but I didn't say 
anything since it would keep him and Eric quiet.

When I couldn't find the telepath, I went back and settled the arrangements 
with the dean.  Shortly before noon, Doctor Kinmon took us to get the keys to 
my new office and workspace, then we headed over there to check the place 
out.

It wasn't that much to look at, but all I really needed was a couple of 
conference tables, say sixteen of those really comfortable office chairs, 
some carpeting, new lighting, and since we were always having to dig to find 
what we were looking for in the fridge back at the house anyway, I figured 
I'd have that one brought over after we got a bigger one for the house.

The office had two decent enough desks that I didn't feel they needed to be 
replaced, and when Eric and James saw the computer terminals left by the last 
occupants, one sitting on each desk, they didn't budge from the keyboards 
until I announced it was time for lunch and had to go.

Miss Sherwin was a professional traveling tutor who my dad had found for me.  
The thirty three year old army brat had started tutoring when she was 
nineteen while her parents were stationed in West Germany.  She had spent her 
entire life on the move, never staying any place very long because her father 
was some sort of intelligence specialist in the army and was constantly being 
transferred to trouble shoot something new.

After getting her teaching certificate, Miss Anna Sherwin tried settling down 
for a time, but when she was offered the job of tutoring the children of a 
traveling circus, she jumped at the chance to be on the move again and hadn't 
stopped after that.

But she had recently had an accident in which she had broken her right leg 
and had damaged her knee, and simply wasn't able to live out of a suitcase 
while confined to a wheelchair.  She accepted my offer over the phone to 
tutor Eric and James after I quoted her what I considered to be a reasonable 
offer, finding out later that it had been twice as much as she had usually 
made in three months time.

Anna sure knew how to handle her tutors, and had them busy reading within a 
half hour after meeting her.  Eric and James weren't too happy about me 
leaving them at the rented apartment she was living in, but I needed to get a 
few things ordered, and I wanted some time to myself to scan the student body 
for researching candidates.

As soon as I found Lana McBride's mind, I new I had found my first candidate.  
I was absolutely enchanted by her mind's purity and efficiency, and she was 
even looking for a job for in the mornings since she had classes in the 
afternoon and evenings.

Lana was bright, resourceful, observant, and had nice fit body with a sweet 
face that only made me want to get to know her even more when I saw it.  I 
almost blurted out I had a job perfect for her before realizing she wouldn't 
believe me right away about how I had known she needed a morning job.

She noticed me watching her while I sat in her psychology class, and I nearly 
melted in my chair when she flashed me a warm smile.  But then a few minutes 
later, she gave me a firm 'not interested, but thanks' look that she 
obviously was well practiced in giving.

Okay, so I cheated a little.  I inserted the idea she might like to at least 
ask me my name after class, and I even went as far as 'suggesting' she might 
tell me about herself a little in hopes of finding out about me.  We ended up 
at the cafeteria talking like old friends, and I finally let it slip I was 
part of a new research project that was looking for people to help out in the 
mornings or afternoons.

Unfortunately, she wasn't really interested in research, and I was 
disappointed she didn't go for my bait.  But once I wormed it out of her that 
she was looking for a morning job, I talked her into at least coming by 
Wednesday morning to check it out.

She was late to her next class, and I was late in picking Eric and James up.  
Man.  Talk about getting it from both ends.  After I got a lecture about 
being on time from Miss Sherwin, Eric and James complained all the way home 
about how much work she was making them do.

That night I went to bed anxious to get started on my project.  I spent most 
of Tuesday at 'the lab' as I called it, organizing and directing the workmen 
and deliveries which I had ordered the day before.  Half the time I was 
simply sitting in my office filing the drawings Joey and I had worked on in 
one of the three filing cabinets, but I did help out when they let me, and I 
assembled all sixteen high backed office chairs myself.

I was working on a list of other candidates in my office Wednesday morning 
when Lana came in the lab and asked if anyone was there.

"Yeah.  In here." I said, slipping the list in the desk drawer and taking a 
quick glance in the mirror to see if my hair was all right.

"Hi, I.." she said before realizing I was the only one in the office.  
"What's going on?  You told me someone would be here to talk to me about the 
job."

"There is.  Me."

"You, huh," she said, taking moment to look around the office and noticing 
the color symbol drawings which I had hung above both desks.  Her eyes 
lingered on the pain symbol, then looked back at me to tell me no thanks, but 
only got as far as opening her mouth before the empathic connection formed.

"I'm serious, Lana.  I could really use someone like you on my team.  I'll 
pay you $200 a week if you use that wonderful mind of yours to help me 
research symbols like the ones on the wall.  I'm not trying to trick you, but 
I can't tell you anything else unless you're seriously willing to work for 
me.  I may be only seventeen, but I might just surprise you if you give me 
the chance."

I closed the link, having broadcasted my honest intentions while speaking 
them, and knew she believed I was telling the truth.

She stood there with most of her weight on one foot in preparation to turn 
around and leave.  Her mind was chugging away considering my offer, and 
almost lost her balance from standing like that too long.

I offered her the other chair, which after a moment she accepted and sat 
down, only to stand right back up when Doctor Kinmon appeared at the door.

"I just came to see how..  Well, hello there Lana.  Is Tim recruiting you?"

"Trying," I said with a grin.

"Well perhaps you don't need my help after all," Doctor Kinmon said, winking 
at Lana.  "I've arranged for Doctors Lugwitz and Goldstein to come here after 
lunch to talk to you, and if I can get a hold of Doctor Donaldson in time, 
hopefully he can join them.  Do you think you're up to another 
demonstration?"

"What, with three people?  I don't know.  I haven't tried it with three 
people before.  Maybe... Oh, uhm," I said, remembering Lana was still 
undecided.  "I'll figure something out.  I really appreciate you helping me 
getting the ball rolling by the way.  So... thanks." 

"My pleasure.  Let me know if there's anything else I can do.  Oh, and Lana?  
If you do decide to accept Tim's offer, just call over to my office and tell 
my secretary you'll won't be coming for your appointment with me this 
morning.  I'm sure you'll be.. rather busy."

Lana plopped back down in her chair, her eyes frozen on the doorway where the 
doctor had stood moments ago.

"Two fifty," she muttered.

"What?"

"I'll do it for two fifty a week, not two.  You came to me, remember?"

"Two twenty.  I'm having to pay this with my own money.  The dean couldn't 
give me the funds without revealing what I was doing to the rest of the 
world."

"Two thirty five.  I'm working my way through college, so I need every cent."

"Two twenty five, take it or leave it.  And don't give me that working 
through college routine.  I know you have a full scholarship, so this is just 
spending cash you're milking me for."

"You're not as stupid as you look," she said, holding out her hand.

"I'll take that as a yes," and shook her hand.

"So what is it you're researching?  The other room looks more like a 
conference room for a bunch of executives, not a research lab."

"Let me get to that part later.  First just tell me what do you think of my 
drawings?"

"Oh, uhm.." she said, trying to figure out what I wanted to hear.

"Never mind," I said, deciding to take a more direct route.  "Do you believe 
in the possibility that some people actually can hear other peoples 
thoughts?"

"What?  You mean telepathy?  No, not really.  Why?"

"So if someone knew that you used to dream of marrying Barney Rubble when you 
grew up, how would you explain it."

"Barney Rubble?!?"

"You know, Fred Flintstones's best friend and neighbor."

"I know who he is," she said slightly alarmed. "Are you trying to tell me you 
read my mind to find that?"

"Right now you're imagining a green blob with three eyes walking up and 
asking us if Clarus the Dogcow had called here looking for Bob the Blob.  
Well, that was... original."

"Shit.  Holy shit," she said, with wide eyes.

Once she got over her shock, Lana actually started asking me very 
straightforward questions which I tried to answer as well as I could.  We 
spent the whole morning talking, and by the time she had to leave for class, 
I was extremely pleased with how things were going.  I almost forgot I would 
have visitors around lunch time, but after passing a rather pissed off man in 
the hall on the way out to get something to eat, I checked to see what he was 
mad about and found that Doctor Kinmon had interrupted his nap to go talk to 
some new project leader about some kind of collaboration.

Talk about skeptics.  Not only did I have trouble keeping them from leaving 
when they found out they were to talk to a seventeen year old kid, Donaldson 
almost hit me when I tried the same approach as I had with Lana.  I had to 
pull out the big guns, reciting facts about their own projects that only they 
and their assistants would know, then went in for the kill by describing the 
girls they lost their virginities on.

I ended up having to call home and asking for someone to come pick me up 
after demonstrating the link for nearly an hour for the three men.  I fell 
asleep as soon as I had put the phone down, and didn't wake up until Eric 
shook me in my bed to get me to eat the dinner he had brought up for me.

"Who brought me home?" I asked sitting up.

"Cindy and Lisa, I think.  Nicky picked me and James up, and you were already 
here asleep when we got home.  Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said before I started wolfing down the fried chicken 
and green beans he had brought up.  I had skipped lunch, after all.

"Thanks," I said to Eric when I finished.  "That was good."

"Yeah, Rachael makes good fried chicken," he said with a distant look in his 
eyes.

"You homesick or something?" I asked, pulling my shirt off.

"A little, I guess."

"Why don't you call your mom or something?" I suggested.

"Maybe later," he said, snapping out of his mood.  "Tim, James is getting 
kind of frustrated.  He thinks you're avoiding him."

"Avoiding him?  How?"

"I don't know," Eric said, setting the tray on the floor before opening the 
door.  "He just asked me this afternoon if you were avoiding me too."

"Hey, Eric?" I said right after Eric took the tray out and closed the door 
after him.

"Yeah?" he said through the door.

"Ask James if he'd wash my back.  I'm too tired to try, but I need to take a 
shower before going back to sleep."

"Okay.  He'll be up in a minute," Eric said excitedly.  But then he said 
cautiously "Uhm, like can I.."

"I don't think there's room in the shower for three of us.  But I know the 
bed's big enough.  Okay?"

"Yeah.  Okay!"

I listened to the rattle of the plates as Eric hurried down the stairs as 
fast as he could, and just barely heard him yelling for James before I went 
into the bathroom and started the shower up.

Both James and Eric ran up the stairs a minute later, then I heard them 
quietly talking as Eric helped James get undressed.

Once he was ready, James quietly slipped into the bathroom, then stared at me 
through the glass of the shower door while his erection stood out straight. 

"James, are you going to do my back or not?" I said without looking at him.

"I'll do whatever you say, butch," he whispered to himself.

I groaned internally, realizing he had made me his dream lover again, and 
that he had simply been using Eric's gullibility to get another chance at 
being my bitch.  I was about to change my mind about letting him in the 
shower with me when I noticed his hard on was going down a bit.  I quickly 
checked to see what was running through his mind, and I was surprised to find 
he was determined not to disappoint me, not wishing to lose his butch.

I re-examined his concept of what a butch was, and found that he was seeing 
it slightly different after watching Wally and Alex.  To James, Wally was the 
bitch, while Alex was the butch, and I had to admit the titles did fit.  And 
the one thing he wanted out of me the most was acceptance, protection, and 
love, with sex coming in a close fourth.

"How's that, lov.. Tim." James stuttered when he finished my back.

"Nice.  Could you do my front too?" I said, not turning around or moving so 
he could get in front of me.

"Uhm... yeah," he said.  

James hesitantly leaned up against my back and began washing my chest gently 
and thoroughly, his dick constantly switching between being hard and semi 
soft while he worked.

"You're a very gentle washer, aren't you, lover?" I said once he had finished 
his washing without going too low.

"I'm trying to be as gentle as I can be with you, lover," he said, his voice 
full of emotion.

I took his left hand and brought it up to my mouth without allowing it to 
touch my lips, then said, "Would you be able to be that gentle with me if we 
showered together tomorrow?"

"Yes," he said hopefully.

"Do you think you could be just as gentle if you washed the rest of me?"

"Oh yes.  I'd be even gentler."

"Good," I said, kissing the back of his hand before turning around and 
looking in his eyes with tenderness.  "Because my bitch has to be gentle with 
me about everything."

"I'd be gentle about everything."

"And my bitch would always wait patiently for me to decide when we would have 
sex.  Do you think you could handle that James?  Could you handle maybe never 
having sex with your butch if he loved you, took care of you, and protected 
you?"

"I'd do anything for my butch.  Anything."

I stepped forward and embraced him, saying, "Okay then.  I'll be your butch, 
and you'll be my bitch."

"Thank you.." he sputtered.  "Thank you my butch.  Thank you."

That night was probably the first night in several weeks that Eric and James 
didn't have sex when they went to bed.  They both slept with me in my 
waterbed, Eric strangely accepting how James wished to curl up against me 
instead of him.  James was actually the first to fall asleep, and once Eric 
and I both knew he was dead to the world, Eric kissed my cheek and told me 
thanks.

"You are something else, Eric," I said.  "Hasn't it occurred to you that you 
might be losing James to me?"

"But I know you wouldn't take him from me," he said snuggling up against me 
like James was on the other side of me.

"Yes, but does James know that?" I said, kissing the forehead of my favorite 
snuggle bunny.

"I hope so.  I hope so.  Good night, Tim."

"Good night, my lover," I said without thinking.

After he got up and kissed me on the lips for my remark, he had to snuggle 
back up to me before we could finally go to sleep.

Thursday morning, I briefed Lana on the specifics of what I was going to try 
first, what I wanted her to do, and remembered to explain how drained I would 
be afterwards so she wouldn't get alarmed.  Once she understood everything 
clearly in her mind, I formed the links and began our list of tests.

The first link was only for five minutes, but I was yawning my head off for a 
good twenty minutes as I recharged.  The next link was for ten minutes, and 
after two more ten minute ones, each separated by an hour, I was ready for a 
good long nap and she had a class to go to.

We weren't actually trying to study the symbols yet.  The purpose of these 
short linkings was to build up my stamina until I could keep the links going 
indefinitely without passing out from exhaustion.

James washed my whole body that night as gently and lovingly as he could, and 
I was so proud of him after not even trying to arouse me while he cleaned my 
dick that I asked him if he would like to share a dream with Eric that night.  
His soft yes was so... submissively loving, I hugged him and told him he was 
truly my bitch and I'd never let him go.

After James fell asleep again, I began telling Eric how I was starting to 
have real feelings for James and that I finally understood what Eric saw in 
him.  James desperately needed someone to love him, and while he was 
absolutely possessed in having sex with any guy who would let him, it wasn't 
as important and having someone accept him and love him.

Eric had a little trouble falling asleep knowing I was going to let them 
share a dream together.  I was a bit disappointed to find they only took the 
opportunity to suck fifty different guys together, but that's what their 
subconscious minds had wanted so I didn't stop it once I saw where it was 
headed.

Friday morning, Lana impressed me immensely while we were linked by working 
out how to access my own store house of knowledge without having to ask me to 
send it to her.  We over did it a little that session, and I slept for nearly 
two hours afterwards, which ended up her having to leave for class after only 
two linkings.

That afternoon I located my next candidate on my list, Cindy, who I had found 
was very open minded and insightful when faced with new problems.  I was very 
careful in the way I approached her, explaining I needed her help and wanted 
to show her something related to the thing I did with the dreams.

She likewise was very careful about squeezing as much information out of me 
as possible before giving up.  She simply said, "All right, but if I find you 
sharing a pornographic dream with me, I'll make you wish you had been born a 
gal and not a guy."

I started off by giving her the back massage she had been so reluctant to 
try.  She startled me by bringing herself out of her deeply relaxed state 
suddenly, but happily agreed to her request of a full body massage if I swore 
I wouldn't take advantage of her.

I was seriously sweating it too as my hands did their thing to her D cup 
breasts, her nipples hardening and softening constantly as she sank deeper 
into a blissful state of helplessness.

Cindy had the largest clit I had ever seen.  The thing was like a miniature 
dick, especially when it hardened.  I had a heck of a time avoiding getting 
my hands too close to it, and had a close call when I accidentally brushed 
against it with my elbow which caused her to gasp and sit up from the over 
stimulus my touch had caused.

"That was the most incredible...  massage I had ever felt," she said laying 
back down and relaxing while snaking her hand across her naked belly.  "I bet 
the straight girls just love you."

"I guess," I said, my eyes following her hand as it crept towards her erect 
knob.

"Do they... masturbate for you?" she said when he hand suddenly jumped to her 
crotch and began the ritual motions on her knob.

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"Do they like to suck you?"

"Sometimes."

"Do they let you fuck them?"

"Sometimes.  Or sometimes I just kiss them and let them go without anything 
happening."

"What about now?  Wouldn't you like to touch me there?"

"Yeah, but you don't, so stop teasing me like this."

"Who says I don't?" she said, taking my hand and licking the tips of my 
fingers.

"But you're.."

"I haven't always been," she said, moving my limp hand to her crotch and 
pressing my fingers into her wetness.

"Shit," I said as she pulled my wet finger out of her and brought my hand 
back up to her mouth to clean her juices of with her tongue.

"But.. You're right, I don't really want you to," she said a moment later, 
flicking my hand away like a piece of trash.

"You know, if I hadn't already known you were teasing me, you couldn't have 
stopped me from doing what I wanted," I warned crabbily.

"Oh, you might be able to massage your way into those straight girls pants, 
but there's no way you could have made me do anything I didn't want you to do 
before.  You're just a lot of hot air, kid.  Stop blowing your own whistle."

"Fine.  You see this?" I said, holding my right hand's index and long finger 
up together.

"Yeah," she said amused.

I carefully laid my fingers next to her moist hole and began increasing the 
throbbing arousal my magic touch was already producing inside her crotch.

"I'd say in three minutes, you will be begging me to fuck you," I said as she 
shifted her crotch towards my fingers unconsciously.

"Sure I will," she said, trying to fight her body's arousal.  We were both 
very aware of how her nipples and twat had gotten hard for a few moments 
before she could calm herself down enough that they went soft.

By the time the three minutes were up, she had given up trying to fight her 
body's signs of arousal, and concentrated on just keeping herself from giving 
in.  But after battling her burning desire for at least another five minutes, 
she gasped and started to wiggle her crotch to capture my fingers inside it.  

I persisted in denying her the pleasure she sought, and I knew it couldn't be 
much longer before she was begging for my cock inside her.  I had no 
intention of doing anything of the sort, if only to keep from losing what 
trust she had left for me.

"Cindy, have you seen my... What are you two doing?" Nicky asked as Cindy 
continued to wiggle nude on the bed.

"Let's just say I excepted a dare she made, and she's about to lose."

"FUCK!  JUST FUCK!" Cindy said desperately.  "FUCK ME!"

"Nope," I said, letting her go.

"NOT YOU.. HER!" Cindy said, her face full of desire as she looked at Nicky.

"Aw shit," I said before Nicky started yelling at me about what was going on.

"NICKY!  Hurry?" Cindy cried, finding her arousal starting to diminish.

"I'm coming, Cindy!" Nicky said, no longer torn between kicking my ass and 
going to Cindy's aid.

"Nicky, don't interfere, please?" I begged, knowing the situation was going 
to turn out really bad if I didn't finish what I started.

"What did you do to her then?" she said stopping before taking her bra off.

"Nothing that she wasn't trying to do to me.  Or what you and Lisa did to me.  
I didn't force her to do anything.  She wanted me to break down and try 
something to get me into trouble with the rest of you.  All I was doing was 
turning the tables on her by getting her to break down then refuse to do it 
with her."

"Cindy, you bitch!" Nicky said angrily.  "You and your games of power are 
going to really get you fucked up one of these days."

"Uhhhh," she said after I finally allowed her hands to find her crotch.

"I give up," I said, to them both.  "I'm going to go pick up Eric and James 
so they can get ready to go to Wally's tonight.  Then I guess I'll start 
cooking dinner.  It's my turn again," I reminded no one in particular.

I guess it was obvious to the twelve women that I was starting to feel a bit 
unwelcome in my own home.  Even though I wasn't unfriendly with them when 
they spoke to me at dinner, I didn't make the small talk I usually did, not 
asking them anything or offering anything which I had thought was interesting 
about my day like I usually did at dinner time.

Once I finished cleaning the pan I had cooked the barbecued ribs in, I saw 
there wasn't anything left for me to do since the others were finishing 
cleaning up the rest of the kitchen.  So I announced I was tired and was 
going to bed, discovering that had caused an increase of tension in the room.

I didn't care.  I figured a night of depression was probably overdue anyway, 
so I went upstairs and took a shower thinking about the first shower I had 
taken with Suzi.

Funny how you can lay in bed and feel the minds of every person for a mile 
around you, yet feel the loneliness like I had that evening.  I was 
considering all sorts of crazy things, but none of them I took seriously, 
knowing I would feel differently in the morning.

Around ten o'clock, Nicky was about to knock on my door softly when I said, 
"It's open, Nicky."

"How did you know it was me?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.

"Just psychic," I said rather seriously.

"Cindy's sorry for messing with you this afternoon.  She won't tease you 
anymore."

"I don't believe it, and neither do you," I said truthfully.  "It doesn't 
matter anyway.  She can't fool me."

Nicky sat down on the edge of my bed and stared at my face while her eyes 
adjusted to the dark.

Finally she said, "Have you been crying?"

"A little.  But nothing related to Cindy.  I'll be all right in the morning.  
I just get depressed every once in a while."

"Tim.." she said, finally trying to get to the reason she was there for.  
"The twelve of us just had a long talk about you, and how it makes us feel 
for us to be living with you.  I don't expect you to understand how we feel, 
but that's because you're a guy, and you don't know how hard it is to be a 
gay woman.  But maybe you can understand that we all feel like hypocrites 
living in your house, using your furniture, basically depending on a male to 
provide us with something we couldn't get on our own, something we all swore 
we would never do.  

"We all appreciate what you're trying to do for us, and we never meant to 
make you feel uncomfortable around us.  But the plain truth of the matter is, 
living with you like this make us feel like we're failures.  This house was 
our big chance to show we could get something for ourselves without depending 
on a male.  When you bought the place, even though you did it fair and 
square, we felt cheated.  I didn't think of it like that until after Lisa and 
I did you know what with you.  But that's really how we all feel.  You 
cheated us out of the one thing we could prove to ourselves that we can make 
the world play by our rules.

"So tomorrow, <sniff> we're all going to see if we can get our old apartments 
back, and.." 

"Nicky," I said sitting up and rubbing her back.  "I think there's something 
you need to know.  The reason that I could find the owners when you couldn't 
doesn't have anything to do with me being a guy."

"I knew that.  But your dad makes lots of money, and you used his money to 
find them.  It doesn't make any difference."

"But it does, silly.  I may have used my dad's money to buy the place, but 
you could have bought it just as easily if you had found the people to buy 
it.  I didn't pay anybody to find the owners. I'm going to show you how I did 
it in minute, and it doesn't have anything to do with being male of female.

"Remember back at the park?  Remember how I knew things about you and Lisa?  
Like the fact you were lesbian lovers, that you went to Southeast State? And 
didn't you ever wonder how I told the driver where your dorm was when you 
never even told me let alone hearing me tell him?"

"But you.. I thought..  You're right.  How did you know those things?"

I took her hand and pushed up her sleeve so I could get to her bare arm.

As I began to rub, I thought to her, "Remember this?  How I made your arm 
feel better after helping you get it out from under Lisa?  I was using one of 
my gifts, one of my abilities to make your arm feel good, just like I'm doing 
right now.  I can do a lot more than just make your arm feel good, or help 
you share dreams with Lisa.  Look at me, Nicky.  See how my lips aren't 
moving?  That's because I'm not talking to you, I'm sharing my thoughts with 
you.  I'm telepathic, and that's how I knew those things about you, and how I 
found the past owners of this house.  Anyone with this gift could have done 
it just as easily, male or female."

"You really are, aren't you," she whispered.  "Why didn't you tell us 
before?"

"Because you wouldn't have believed me in the limo, and I've learned to keep 
my abilities a secret as much as possible to protect myself.  Nicky, I really 
don't want you all to leave.  I like all of you, and even if you don't feel 
comfortable around me, I'd miss having you around.  Besides, I'd let you all 
buy me out before making you go back to that rat hole you were living in.  
I'm only going to be around for a couple a months.  If you all buy me out 
now, do you think you could let me stay here until I'm finished?"

"I don't think the others would even buy you out at this point.  They think 
we failed, don't you understand?  If you offered to sell it to us, it would 
still be a failure.  If you sold it to us for less than you bought it for, 
that would be a man taking pity on us.  But if you sold it to us for more 
than what you paid for, then that makes it a man taking advantage of us.  
Even if you sold it for exactly the price you paid, we still couldn't have 
got it in the first place, let along fixed it up as fast." 

"What if I told them the truth?"

"I don't know.  I guess I want to believe in what you say, but I'm not sure 
you could prove it to the others.  No matter what you do, you're still a 
male, and we would still be in debt to you for what you did.  If you were a 
woman and we were men, it would be completely different."

"Hey..." I said excitedly.  "What about if I became a woman for a little 
while.  Wouldn't that make a difference?  I mean, if I can do everything as a 
woman as I could as a man, wouldn't that make a difference in how they feel?"

"You can do that too?" she said totally amazed.  "Is there anything you can't 
do?"

"Probably not," I said wickedly.  "Come on, girl friend.  If there's anything 
hornier I can think of than having sex with twelve lesbians, it's being one 
of those lesbians."

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"Nicky, what's this all about?  Did Tim talk you into this?" Ginger asked 
when she finally walked into the living area, the last to arrive.

"I can answer that," I said, coming down the stairs carrying two champagne 
bottles of the light purple drink.  "Nicky told me how you all feel.  You 
resent that I, as a male, bought this place then offered to let you all live 
here for free.  In a sense, that was like rubbing your noses in it.  Yes, I'm 
a guy, and yes, it was my dad's money who bought this place.  But where you 
all failed and I succeeded was not because of some guy's money, but because 
you all are mutes, and I'm not."

"Mutes?" Chelsea snorted.  "Where do you get off calling us mutes?"

"Nicky?" I said as I started pouring thirteen glasses of the drink.

"I know you all won't believe it at first, but I swear to God he's 
telepathic.  He talked to me without moving his lips, and Lisa, remember how 
we never told the driver where to take us?"

"What?" Lisa said startled "I don't remember much of anything but what we 
did.  Don't..  Wait a second.  None of you heard that did you?"

"Heard what?" Harriet asked.

"Nothing...  Oh my God!  His lips aren't moving, are they?"

"What are you talking about?" Bee-Bee asked.  "He hasn't said..  How did you 
know about that?"

"About what?" Patti asked.

"What's going on?" Wanda asked as one by one the other women would gasp or 
stop talking to stare at me.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda.  Looks like you're last again.  Just like when you 
stood at the end of the line in fourth grade for your yearbook, and they 
ended up being one short.  But this time you didn't get shafted.  This time 
you get the first glass," I thought to her handing her a glass of the purple 
drink.

"How did you know.." she said before it sunk in.

"You see?  It's very simple.  I used my telepathy to literally force the 
people who I talked to over the phone to point me in the right direction.  I 
kept doing it until I found the lawyer who had read the will, and that's how 
I managed to buy this place.  If one of you had been telepathic like me, my 
mom, or my dad, you would have beaten me to it.  I was born with this gift.  
It had nothing to do with me being a guy.  And tonight I'd like to prove 
myself to you by becoming one of you.  That is if one of you wouldn't mind 
trading bodies for the night.  Anybody ever want to know what it's like to be 
a guy?"

There was a moment of silence, the suddenly they all started talking at once.  
I watched quietly until every single one of the twelve women had finally 
tasted and then drank their glass of drink, before I said loudly, "Excuse 
me!"

They didn't get quiet right away, but Nicky, the ever quick to respond Nicky, 
put her fingers to her lips and whistled for silence.

"Thanks.  Here's the deal.  The drink you just had is a family recipe which 
in five minutes or so will be making you all extremely horny.  None of you 
have drank enough to make you lose your self control, but it will definitely 
making you all very anxious to start ripping each other's clothes off to suck 
and fuck yourselves silly.  I've had a glass too, but I'll go upstairs and 
leave you all to it if you say so.  But I'd REALLY like to trade bodies with 
someone?" I begged.

"I'll do it, Tim," Nicky said.  "I'm not sure why, but I want to feel what it 
is like to fuck a cunt with a real cock."  Then to Lisa she added, "Ever 
since we got that strap on, I've wondered." 

As the others started to get excited about feeling the effects of the drink, 
Nicky, Lisa, and I separated ourselves from the others to make the switch.

"Are you sure about this?" Lisa said to Nicky.

"As sure as I can be.  This is safe, isn't it Tim?" she said nervously.

"Safer than changing the batteries in your vibrator," I said grinning at her.  
"All I'm going to do us telepathically swap our bodies' signals.  If 
something goes wrong, all that could happen is we find ourselves back in our 
own bodies again.  Oh, well, I might get a headache, but with the drink in my 
system I doubt it.  Don't worry.  I've done this lots of times.  Ready?"

"Lisa, after I fuck myself, can I do you?" she asked her lover.

"Why do you think I'm over here.  Hurry up Tim.."

"Yes, mistress," I teased, knowing she wouldn't get the joke.

"You know, I must..." I started to say.

"..be getting really good at this," I finished, speaking out of Nicky's body.

"Holy shit, Lisa.  I'm a guy!" Nicky said using my voice and sitting up.  
"Ohh!"

"Feel's pretty neat, doesn't it?" I asked Nicky as she experimented with my 
body's dick.

"I feel like it's about to explode with pleasure!" she said excitedly. 

"Oh, hurry up, you two!" Lisa said, the drink making her feel pretty 
desperate.

"I can't believe how light your body feels," Nicky said with my voice as she 
moved into position.

"Uhm, Nicky?" I said as she aimed her cock at my hole.  "You've never done it 
with a guy before, right?"

"No."

"Stop.  I'm not sure if it is right for you to take your own virginity."

"I'm not a virgin!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not so sure about that.  Lisa, how would you like to take Nicky's 
virginity?"

"I don't care, just let me do something!" Lisa moaned.

"But I.." Nicky said as I began reswapping.

".. don't want to be... Oh! My dick is gone.  OH!" Nicky finished as Lisa 
plunged my cock into her fuck hole.

"CINDY!" I called with Lisa's voice.  "I have a score to settle with you," I 
said under my breath.

It just so happened (grin) that Cindy was in between lovers at the time, 
finding that all the roommates had teamed up and she was simply not welcome 
to join any of them just yet.  So when she saw Lisa's hard nipples pointed at 
her, she followed her lust just as I had hoped.  It also just happened that 
she had managed to get a bigger glass of drink than the rest (grin).

Oh how I enjoyed getting my revenge.  Before she even could put her lips to 
my nipple, my magic touch laid her flat on her back as I fingered her large 
penile clit and listened to her lovely voice moaning a wonderful tune of 
helpless pleasure.  I sucked her tits until I my arousal grew too great, then 
I sat on her face while she sucked every bit of my cunt's juices out.  Orgasm 
after orgasm she continued to follow my orders, never hesitating, never once 
appearing to have an ounce of control over her lust for my magic touch. 

We ravaged each other's mouths with our desperate tongues, licked each 
other's bodies over at least three times before finally, FINALLY I made my 
final move.  After making her so desperate, so in need for one last giant 
orgasm, I made her beg for my fist, and eventually slid my hand carefully 
into her stretching fuck hole.  After I had my fun inside her, I gave her one 
last mind blowing burst of my magic touch while my fist was still inside her.

She contracted so hard she popped my hand out, but as punishment for doing 
so, I kept her awake until he had licked every bit of her juices off my 
fingers and hand.

I quickly joined another group of wiggling female flesh, and had licked, 
sucked, or kissed half of the girls before discovering they were all 
exhausted while I was still fully charged and needing to fuck.

I discovered the reason once everyone but Nicky and I were sound asleep.  
Lisa and Nicky had been drinking the rest of the drink, but because my brain 
was still in my body, I was as horny as ever, even though the body I was 
controlling was worn out.

I quickly rectified the situation, and I'm pretty sure Nicky felt the 
difference in humping styles.  I ended up blowing two more wads into her 
before I had finally had enough, laying down next to Nicky who was already 
falling fast asleep.

I didn't fall asleep right away, however.  I basked in my happiness and the 
new discovery I had made about myself.  I truly was my own master, and I 
wasn't anyone's fool.  And now that there wasn't anyone I couldn't have sex 
with, I felt proud of myself for realizing the key to a long and sex rich 
life.  Whether male of female, gay or straight, all that matters how you 
handle yourself, and that you simply don't lose control.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 7 - Getting Down to Business
(mc, mff, mf, ff)

Ahhh.. Life was good.  I had bed companions every night from then on, James 
and Eric Sunday through Thursday, and two or three of my lesbian girlfriends 
on the weekends after swapping bodies with one of them.

James' and Eric's weekends with Wally were having a very good effect on the 
both of them.  Eric was happy, James was happy, and Wally was always telling 
me how enjoyable it was for him to watch them make love.  I especially liked 
how loving and incredibly patient James acted every Sunday night after coming 
home from Wally's.

And I hate saying it, but I was really enjoying having him as my bitch.  
Every day he seemed a little more feminine to me.  The way he acted, the way 
he spoke to me, even the way his skin felt at night, it all felt increasingly 
female and submissive to me, and I was finding it all a bit... pleasing to 
think he was doing it because of me.

And he only acted that way around me, and no one else.  When he was with Eric 
or one of our house mates, he was the same old James as he always had been.  
But as soon as it was time to shower, James became my loving bitch, and after 
three weeks of feeling him fight his desire while showering, I rewarded his 
efforts by kissing him.

Eric seemed pleased when I started calling James by the pet names I usually 
only called girls.  Like honey, sweetie, and darling.  Oh, and one Sunday 
after he had come back from Wally's, James melted in my arms when I walked up 
behind him, wrapped my arm around him and said, "Come 'ere, baby.  I missed 
you."

Yeah, I guess I was getting a little carried away.  But I kept our love play 
strictly to kissing and maybe a little fondling, and I could tell that even 
though he always wanted more, he was satisfied with just what I was giving 
him.

Lana and I became more and more efficient at running the link, so that by the 
end of the week we started adding people to it even though I wasn't as strong 
as I would have liked to have been.  But by the time we had four people in 
the link with us, I was starting to find my tired spells not as inconvenient 
as they first had been.  I could hold the links together for a little over an 
hour, then would listen to their discussion afterwards which always seemed to 
produce something productive.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I really needed twelve people in the 
link.  We were making remarkable headway with only a total of six people 
(four plus me and Lana) that I was reluctant to add a seventh.

Oh, but when we did, we couldn't wait to get an eighth, and then a ninth, and 
before we knew it we had fifteen people in the link, not twelve.

We decided that fifteen would be my limit, for even with the drink, I was 
absolutely wiped out after a single session.  I couldn't stay awake for the 
hour discussion period afterwards I was so tired.

By the end of the fifth week of linking with Lana, it was obvious that I had 
become so dependant on her own gifts that I was handicapped without her.  And 
that really was a problem since she could only work in the mornings.

It took two weeks for Lana to basically make herself obsolete in the link.  
And when she realized she was no more use to me, she managed to hold back her 
tears while she gave her notice she was quitting the team.

That sucked.  I was unable to concentrate for two days after she stopped 
showing up.  I really had grown to like her, perhaps more than just liking 
her, I wasn't sure.  She was special, that's all.  I had let something 
special go, and that was hard to get over at first.

But once I was independent of Lana, I really started making headway in my own 
research for a couple of weeks, then suddenly ran into a serious problem.  We 
had learned a lot about how the streams of symbols of normal people worked, 
but my goal was to protect myself from other telepaths, and I knew darn well 
that they had much more complex streams because I could see my own somewhat.

Every person had a different configuration of streams spinning around their 
minds.  I found the trick was not looking at the streams as a whole, but like 
a river with groups of different kinds of boats floating down it.  I 
basically looked for a certain cluster of symbols which represented some 
function or characteristic of the person's mind.  Inserting a certain symbol 
in a certain cluster within a particular set of streams would alter what that 
person believes, desires, etc.  But things like telepathic shields, rats, 
heck even probes were a complete mystery to me because I couldn't really 
watch how they were formed within my own mind.

I don't know what I would have done without Wally's help.  Not only had he 
literally saved James and Eric from their own lust, he also convinced Sarah 
to allow Janice and a new girl named Bridget to assist me by being my 
telepathic guinea pigs.

The night that Janice got there, she insisted on a rematch in the mud ring.  
I think she and Lindsey had been practicing every day after Joey and I 
defeated them at the party, for even though Lindsey stayed out of the ring, 
Janice had me pinned in less than a minute.

"You know, I knew there was something different about you the first time I 
saw you," Janice said, laying on top of me without any indication of letting 
me go.  

She was a rather heavy set young woman, and since we had both preferred to 
wrestle nude, her weight only made the feel of her mud slickened body on top 
of me even more erotic.

"Yeah?  How so?" I said, struggling to get a hand free so I could use it to 
feel her body up and down.

"You were so sure of yourself, but you weren't arrogant.  You moved like a 
snake, but you didn't bite.  I like that in a snake," she said, putting her 
mouth an inch from mine.  "Especially snakes with soft lips."

I raised my head up to close the gap, but instead of kissing her, I gently 
nibbled her lower lip, then said, "SSSSSnakesssss alsssssso have very long 
tonguesssss," and inserted my tongue inside her mouth.

While I was exchanging spit with Janice, I reached a conclusion that has held 
true for the hundreds of telepaths I have met in my life since that day.  
Most telepaths have their specialties and their weak areas of the multiple 
applications of telepathy.  That's to be expected since everyone is different 
and no one shares the same form of imaginative creativity.  Only five percent 
of the telepaths I have personally met have explored as many of the different 
uses of telepathy that I had back then.  This really isn't as significant as 
you might expect since a lot of those are purely...  entertaining rather than 
useful.

Janice was one of those who had only explored and applied her abilities in 
altering another persons to suit her needs.  In fact except for Stan's 
illusionary abilities, that was pretty much what all of the members of the 
Harrison group had focused upon: creating better controls for inserting into 
the minds of others while minimizing the chance of being detected.  So Janice 
was taken completely surprised to find my tongue was able to go deeper into 
her throat than anyone else's ever had, never imagining one could directly 
manipulate another's senses rather than their mind.

I finally managed to get a hand free as she struggled to stay on top of me in 
the slippery mud, and immediately began using my magic touch on her amply 
padded back.

Oh she was so easy to subdue that there almost wasn't any challenge in it!  I 
had my other hand free within a minute, then used both of my hands to play 
melodies of lust and pleasure up and down her back's nervous system.  Once 
her mouth had become too busy with her gasps and groans to continue any of 
our deep tonguing, I manipulated the pleasure my fingers were providing to 
get her to slide down so her head was on my chest.

Janice as so pliable in my hands of sexual pleasure that I knew I could make 
her practically do anything I wanted without her ever raising a hint of 
resistance.  But at the time, I was enjoying the feel of her weight on top of 
me too much to do anything else, especially the soft and slippery feel of her 
muddy stomach against my hard dick.

While I was taking Janice up and down the arousal roller coaster I had her 
on, I noticed Lindsey patiently watching us, somewhat concerned about what I 
was doing to Janice while also getting turned on by her best friend's moans.  
I felt sorry for her for a moment, knowing how little control she had over 
her own life anymore, and probably would never have again.

I thought about switching things around, but for the time being, I needed 
Janice, and I didn't want to betray her in the first place.  So after a few 
moments of consideration, I left Lindsey alone to begin having my dick emit 
its magic touch.

"Noo..." Janice moaned, surprisingly drawing on some inner strength that I 
hadn't realized had been there.

I turned down my magic touch and asked, "What's the matter, Janice?"

"Mmmm...  I can't go all the way with you," she said with some difficulty.  
"I promised.."

"You promised who?" I asked.

"Me," she said, regaining her senses.  "I didn't mean to lead you on, but I 
don't want to go that far with anyone yet."

"What about all those guys....  Oh.  I guess you don't always have to have 
sex with your slaves, do you."

"I like making out and things like that," Janice admitted.  "But it's Lindsey 
who likes having sex with the guys I bring home to serve us.  She gets in 
these moods that if she doesn't get to fuck someone, she gets really crabby.  
Would you like to her to fuck you?"

"You want me to fuck her, don't you?  Ahhh," I said, instantly feeling how 
true that was.

In a sing song teasing voice, I said, "Janice gets off watching her 
girlfriend getting laid...  Janice gets off watching Lindsey get fucked.."

"Shut up!" she said with a nervous tone to her voice.

Feeling her concern over concealing her fetish for watching Lindsey having 
sex, I began soothing her with my magic touch, and soon she was completely 
limp and motionless on top of me as I continued luring her into a deep 
thoughtless sleep.

Once I was sure Janice was out cold, I began scanning Lindsey's mind to see 
all what she had done to her.  While Janice had been speaking the truth 
concerning Lindsey initiating the sex she had with the first few dozen or so 
slaves Janice had taken, she no longer had the choice.  Apparently, Lindsey 
didn't want Janice watching her as she screwed the slaves, but after catching 
Janice hiding in a closet watching her, Janice had used her abilities on 
Lindsey for the first time to change that.

As time went on, Janice "corrected" Lindsey's personality little by little, 
quickly getting used to the notion of using her abilities on her best friend 
to iron out all the little difficulties a normal friendship would have.  But 
as a consequence, Lindsey had become nothing more than Janice's top slave, 
and only wished to make Janice happy no matter what she had to do.

I turned my attention to Janice's unshielded mind and immediately found how 
dependant she was on Lindsey to satisfy both their sexual needs.  Without 
touching herself or making any conscious attempts to form a two way, Janice 
would orgasm when Lindsey did, but only if she got to watch the whole fuck.

I recognized some of the signs of having a two way with another, mostly being 
the considerable strength of her desire to experience the stronger than 
average orgasms again.  At times, Janice would swear she could feel the cock 
sliding in and out of her own wet cunt, but had always considered it to be 
just her imagination.

Ideas began popping into my head, most of which were based on the knowledge 
of how addicting two ways were to both telepath and non-telepaths.  I made 
several inquiries to both their minds, and formulated a plan which I hoped 
would free Lindsey from Janice's direct control without making Janice angry 
with me.

When Janice awoke feeling my cock sliding into her slippery cunt, she nearly 
broke her neck as she jerked herself up to a sitting position too fast.

"What's.... going on?" she said, laying back down as I began to pump.

"Janice... mmmm.." Lindsey said, feeling a hand rub her second crotch.

I sped up my humping of Lindsey's well lubed pussy, grinning as the two women 
began losing themselves in their arousal from the pleasure of their combined 
senses.  When Janice began instinctively meeting my humps with her own, I 
began pressing my invisible dick against her entrance as it went up and down 
in the air.

Feeling the sensations of two pricks fucking their dual pussies, Lindsey and 
Janice began their first joint orgasm which I didn't share in.  I wanted to 
make them cum together at least twice before my own orgasm so they would both 
be good and addicted to having sex that way.

When Janice suddenly rolled over onto her stomach, my simulated cock 
momentarily disappeared from inside her desperate cunt.  Her change in 
position had caused me to lose my concentration, but I quickly reformed it 
and struggled to get in synch with her desperate humps.

Something wasn't working right, for Janice seemed to be fighting my attempts 
to get her in sync with Lindsey's own humps.  But then I realized what she 
was trying to do, and started to alternate my invisible thrusts with my real 
ones.

Janice's and my asses rose and fell at the same time like two oil rigs 
pumping for the same oil.  Once I got used to it, I was able to start working 
up to the orgasm I had been delaying all too long.  I missed my chance when 
the women came the second time, but I quickly manipulated their senses so 
they were ready for a third in another two minutes.

As my first stream tickled Lindsey's vaginal wall, Lindsey and Janice went 
stiff with another orgasm.  I barely noticed the way their gasps and grunts 
were timed the same, and once my own orgasm reached its conclusion, I pulled 
my dicks out and laid down on my back to wait for their reactions, making 
sure my real dick stayed standing straight up.

It took nearly twenty minutes before Janice had experienced enough of 
Lindsey's patient, submissive, and enslaved thoughts to start undoing some of 
the most significant changes she had made.  I was glad to see Janice was 
still humble enough that experiencing the thoughts of her altered best friend 
was uncomfortable to her.  Some would probably have enjoyed how sickeningly 
dedicated their enslaved friend was to do whatever they could to please them.

Once she had restored enough of the real Lindsey such that Lindsey started to 
think for herself once more, Janice started ripping her commands out as fast 
as she could, nearly breaking down in tears from regret and fear of losing 
her best friend.

But that's the thing about two ways.  Even though it's not an empathic link, 
the other's thoughts carry the emotional mood just like our voices do.  
Lindsey was very upset with what Janice had done to her, but she couldn't 
ignore Janice's emotional thoughts and was trying to understand why she felt 
so excited.

Once I saw they weren't interested in me or my dick any more, I let my hardon 
go down with a sigh, then informed them I was closing the link.  They left 
separately, silent and unhappy, but I knew they would both be back to feel 
their joint orgasms again.

It only took two days before Janice, then Lindsey started making me offers to 
experience it with someone else.  But I made it clear to both of them I would 
only do it to the two of them and not anyone else they found.

Janice gave me blow jobs, and even offered her virginity to me once, and I 
seriously thought about doing it if instead I got to fuck her ass. 

Lindsey actually seduced me out of my clothes and was working my cock into 
her pussy before making the demand that I had a two way with her or she'd 
stop and leave.  OH I WAS PISSED!  I nearly forced her to do it, but ended up 
only making the threat that when she did finally said yes to my terms, I 
would make sure she never teased another guy like that again.

By the time Lindsey had gotten desperate enough to give, Janice had formed 
some ill feelings towards Lindsey like Lindsey had for her.  Most of them 
were from the sexual frustration Janice had felt after going without watching 
Lindsey's daily fucks, but some Lindsey had caused, especially how she would 
call Janice up on the phone and let her listen to her fuck some guy without 
being able to see it.

So their reaction to my new condition that they use a double headed dildo to 
fuck each other was not well received by either of them.  They had never had 
a lesbian thought about each other, and after seeing how futile it was, I 
switched to plan B.

You would think that with my telepathic and empathic abilities, I would never 
have to resort to hypnosis to condition or control someone.  But hypnosis was 
the only tool I had open to me that I could be sure no one but myself and 
their subconsciouses would ever know about.  And since I wouldn't be asking 
their subconscious minds to do anything that they wouldn't do if presented 
correctly, I was fairly certain I could patch up their friendship and get my 
own conscience off my back about my meddling.

I used their tenseness as an excuse to give them each a massage, and after 
they gave in to my demand, I led them both to my water bed and began 
undressing them.

By the time I was ready to take their bra and panties off, they both leaned 
into my every touch without realizing it, and once they were both nude and 
sitting sleepy eyed on the edge of the bed, I quickly slipped of my clothes 
and sat between them to begin the real induction into a hypnotic state.

I gently placed my arms over each of their shoulders and began talking calmly 
about how nice it felt and so on, and once their heads were hanging forward, 
I deepened their trance as I lowered us backwards onto the bed, using my 
abilities to aid my suggestions of going deeper and deeper into my restful 
trance.

Once I had them both under as deeply as I could, I formed a two way between 
them and began talking to their very souls about what I thought they should 
do.

Five minutes later, they awoke with the deep knowledge that they had made up 
and they would always be sharing their orgasms through the two way Janice was 
now controlling.

I could feel their minds deciding on what to do first, and for a moment I 
thought they were the twins when they moved their mouths in perfect sync 
towards my cock.  My hands found their wetting crotches, and as their mouths 
went up and down either side of my staff together, I carefully guided them 
back up on their knees while fucking their cunts with my magic touch on low.

They were enjoying my double finger fuck as much as I was enjoying their dual 
mouthed blowjob.  But the moment my eyes glanced at Lindsey's rose winking 
with her vagina's muscle movements, then saw Janice's doing it at the same 
time, I surged with lust and quickly began directing my attentions to both 
their roses.

When I gained sufficient control over making their assholes wink, I began 
teasing them by inserting the tip of my thumb while their roses were relaxed 
and pulling it out when they tightened.  It took a few minutes, but once they 
had accepted the sensations as sexually pleasurable, I began working my thumb 
in a little deeper before pulling it out again.

They fought their own arousal while I continued working my thumb deeper and 
deeper, and I was getting more excited about how they were starting to lose 
their battle.  I knew I was going to fuck one of them when they had to stop 
their rather intermittent mouthing of my cock to concentrate on breathing and 
resisting their urges to hump back.

I had just managed to pull my legs out between them and sit on my haunches 
when they both started pressing back hard, moaning as they orgasmed with my 
thumbs stuck up their spazming asses.

The surprise of finding Lindsey pulling off my thumb while Janice moved 
herself over in front of me was not as big as finding Roxanne and Chelsea 
closing the door behind them as they struggled to get out of their clothes.

I nearly missed the fact that Janice was trying to find my cock with her 
rather wide and pump ass.  But while I used my fingers to lubricate her rose 
with her own juices and loosening her up some more, I watched my two lesbian 
girlfriends begin pleasuring their Mistress Lindsey with the vibrating cocks 
they had grabbed from my toy box.

I couldn't believe how quickly they were bringing themselves up to another 
orgasm.  The symbols flying from Janice's mind suddenly captured my interest 
as I realized I was seeing all sorts of things I had never seen before.

My attention was so absorbed in the creation and launching of the symbols 
from her streams that I didn't notice the recipients of those symbols 
arriving and begin their own sexual services.

It wasn't until Eric was trying push me back so he could mount Janice's ass 
that I realized the pair had taken over the entire household in their deep 
lusty trance.

"Hey!" I said, undoing the commands in his mind immediately.  "Excuse me 
Eric, but I think I've earned that right," and promptly forced my cock to go 
hard and plunged it into her ready ass.

Her ass was wonderfully tight, and the extra mass only made fucking her 
relentlessly that much more enjoyable.  Once I blew my load inside her, I 
grabbed the bottle of drink I kept in my headboard for cases just like this 
and before she could come down from her orgasmic high, I gulped a good 
portion of it down, then loaded her up with enough of it to keep her going 
all night.

I fucked Lindsey's ass once, but her smaller mass just wasn't as pleasurable 
as Janice's.  I kept knocking her off balance, so when I finally came for the 
eighth time that night, I went back to Janice and rode her until we were too 
exhausted to go any more.

Once I was able to think straight again, my attention was diverted to Eric's 
and James' tired grunts as they struggled to continue their fucking of 
Lindsey's two holes.  I was pretty tired myself, and only undid the fucking 
commands they had been given, then almost fell asleep before realizing their 
desperate grunts hadn't changed.

I found the blocks on their orgasms almost immediately, then listened to 
their increase of pace until they both came and rolled away from Lindsey.  As 
Eric lead the bewildered James away towards their room, Lindsey finally gave 
up on trying to get Janice to bring them back and curled up to go to sleep.

Janice and Lindsey both went back to Northwest state the next morning, but 
Janice returned Monday and stayed with us during the weekdays to help me and 
Bridget with my research.

Unlike Janice, Bridget was a small, meek, and very disturbed eighteen year-
old girl who couldn't control her powers.  Her situation reminded me of how 
my own abilities had first surfaced back in eighth grade, but while my own 
lack of conscious control only lasted a short while, Bridget's powers had 
been working on their own for nearly two years before being discovered by 
Sarah right about the time Joey and I had been kidnapped by Steven.

Oh she was a powerful little thing.  Five times she rendered everyone in the 
place completely useless before I was able to fight off the flood of symbols 
her subconscious was throwing at me.  I swear Janice started to freak every 
time Bridget would utter a sound.  She didn't like it when someone was able 
to break down her barriers without warning like Bridget kept doing.

After spending a week like that, I was about ready to send her back to 
Central State when I realized I probably had the answer in my jeans.

No.  Not my cock, you pervert.  My coin.  After only three hours of heavy 
concentration trying to feel what was going on inside the coin, "Voila!"

Migraine headaches for both of us.

But it did eventually work.  Sort of.  Okay.  So, it was by accident that 
while she was concentrating on the coin for the fourth day in a row I 
accidentally sent the wrong symbol out and caused everyone in the room but 
the two of us to go zombie eyed.

She surprised both of us by undoing the mental pattern block in Janice's 
mind.  After the first time she had zombified Janice herself, I started 
making her try to undo it whenever she did it.  So she had automatically 
tried that time without me having say so, and because I didn't guide her mind 
in doing it like I had done the previous attempts, she suddenly had conscious 
control of her abilities.

One week later, Janice and Bridget were having a ball with two freshmen guys 
who just happened to go to the wrong room for a meeting.  I still haven't 
figured out where they got the maid uniforms for them to wear.  Or the strap 
on dildo.  

I knew Bridget had a thing for transvestites, but I swear I didn't think she 
was one too.  Or should I say he.  Shit, I said she was disturbed.

It was right after Bridget was getting the hang of her powers when I had a 
couple of surprise visitors.

"Good morning, Tim," the Inquisitor said warmly, sitting in one of the chairs 
around the conference table when I and a few others entered the lab one 
morning.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I said warmly, but not without some concern.

"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and decided to check on your little 
operation here,"  he said.

"Tim, who is he?" Janice thought to me.

"This is my good friend the Inquisitor.  He and I were, uhm, what would call 
us?"

"Let's just say we helped each other out of a few sticky situations and leave 
it at that, shall we?  Tim, I'm not entirely here on my own pleasure.  Could 
we.." he said nodding towards my office.

"Sure," I said before giving the others a shrug and following him to the 
office and shutting the door behind me.

"I hope you understand how dangerous it is for you to be using non telepaths 
who are not conditioned in any way in this... quest of yours," he said 
without any further delay.

"Believe me, I know.  But none of them know enough separately to be of any 
use to anyone, and even if another telepath managed to gather them all 
together, they still have one missing piece..  Me.  By the way, why didn't 
you tell me you sent an agent to Northwest State to investigate Harrison's 
Group.  I could have told you everything without having to spend so much time 
chasing wild geese."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about.  I never sent an agent to Northwest 
State."

"What?  What about Young Lee?  I know she was one of your agents.  She knew 
all about me and the Cabal."

"Young Lee..  Are you saying that a telepath identified themselves as a Cabal 
agent and you believed them?"

"She had detailed information about what happened while I was..  Shit.  You 
mean she really wasn't one of your agents?"

"Tim, I have no agents.  I'm beginning to feel like I need someone to help 
keeping other Voices from drawing attention to themselves, but at this time, 
I work alone."

"Then who the hell was she?"

"I don't know, but I'll see what I can find on a telepath going by the name 
of Young Lee.  Now about your project.  How long until you think you're 
finished."

"Oh, uhm, probably at least another two or three weeks.  After that I think I 
will pretty much have what I need.  Do you see them?"

"See what?" he said, moving his eyes from the symbols on the walls to my face 
and frowning.

"Never mind," I sighed.  "It just isn't worth explaining."

"All right," he said hesitantly.  "In two weeks I'll be back to help you wipe 
everyone's memories of you ever being here.  That includes the two Voices in 
there."

"You can't wipe the two Voices.  Besides, they've never been in the link.  
They're only... uhm, working models to study.  I'd love to study how your 
mind works, but I don't imagine you'd allow that, would you."

"No, and I'm sorry that I can't.  But I do hope you find what ever it is 
you're looking for.  I just pray you don't cause your own destruction."

And with that he left.

Talk about pressure.  I explained to everyone what was up, leaving out the 
part about the memory wipes, then we sat down and got busy watching Janice 
and Bridget form commands and transmit them at each other's mental barriers.

After lunch, I had another surprise visitor.  I could feel Wally was upset, 
and immediately sent everyone away so we could talk.

"So, what's wrong?" I asked him once he was somewhat comfortable.

"I'm afraid Sarah has done a rather unfortunate thing, Timothy."

My blood went cold from the way he said it, and I couldn't bring myself to 
ask what it was.  But Wally didn't need me to ask.

"She found the personality suppression commands two weeks ago while they were 
exploring each other's minds.  Sarah has always had a bit of a temper, and 
when she found you had altered his mind, she didn't even examine what the 
alterations were before removing them.  After she finished removing them, 
Joey didn't act any different until she told him what she had done.  He 
became extremely violent, and if Sarah hadn't been so close to the door, she 
admitted to me she thought he would have taken his anger out on her if she 
hadn't ran out of the room.  I'm sorry Tim.  I know how horrible it was for 
you to do that to him, but if it helps any, I think you did the right thing."

I sat there with my heart in my stomach, yet felt somewhat relieved that the 
deed I had done which had been weighing heavy on my soul had finally been 
lifted.

"How did you find out?" I finally asked, wiping the single tear I had shed 
before it could complete its journey down my cheek.

"Sarah confessed to me after her mother called her last night.  He's...  
become very sensitive about anything concerning you.  His mother mentioned 
you somehow, and he hit her pretty hard.  She's okay, but now she's afraid to 
speak in front of her own son.  Sarah wanted me to help her disable some kind 
of shield he manages to protect his mind without anyone's assistance so she 
could make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone."

"What did you say you'd do?"

"I told her I would have to talk to you about it before helping her do 
anything.  She's a bit angry with me, but she'll get over it.  I don't 
understand why, but she doesn't seem to like you.  She must have been feeling 
guilty about that when she let you borrow Janice and Bridget.  But now she's 
trying to blame this on you, which I know isn't your fault.  So I'm here to 
ask you what you think I should do."

"What does Alex say to all of this?" I asked.

"I don't know.  Alex...  Alex decided he needed some time alone to think.  I 
haven't seen him since Monday."

"So that's what's really bothering you," I said.  "You know, I think we both 
could use a hug right now."

He just raised his arms up a little and let me wrap my arms around him.  By 
that time, I considered Wally a good friend, and it hurt to see him hurting 
like that.  Of course I was hurting myself, and I did feel some comfort in 
his gentle and warm if limp hug.

After a few minutes, we relaxed a bit while still holding each other in a 
trusting and supportive embrace, then Wally asked softly, "Why do we have to 
fall in love, Tim?  Why do we let ourselves fall in love knowing it will hurt 
so much when they leave us?"

"I guess it's because for a while it's the greatest thing on earth to hold 
someone you love and know they love you too.  Don't worry, Wally..  Alex will 
come back to you.  He probably just got a bit too close, you know?  We all 
need some...  Some space..  Funny.  That's what Joey said when he told me he 
wouldn't come with me.  He needed his space.  I guess he got it."

That evening I managed to fool Eric and James that nothing was different 
until James and I were walking up to the bed where Eric was already laying.  
Something about the way Eric smiled caused me to suddenly remember the 
morning at home where I got to study Joey's face while he was asleep.  My 
sorrow started cascading inside me from that point, and as Eric and James 
started to snuggle up to me like they always did, I couldn't hold it back any 
more and began to weep.

Eric was nearly beside himself, but James stayed perfectly calm and did 
everything he could to comfort me.  After I finally calmed down enough to 
tell them what had happened, I told them both I loved them and never wanted 
them to hate me, then ended up asking them if they could sleep in their bed 
that night because I wanted to be alone.

Sometime after midnight, James came back in my room and said he couldn't 
sleep without me.  I knew he was honestly worried about me, and even though 
he never had problems falling asleep with just Eric in the bed with him, he 
hadn't been able to do so this time.

James curled up against me like he always did, and for the longest time he 
laid there watching me stare up into space, wiping an occasional tear off my 
cheek with his small and soft hand.

When I noticed his own sniffles, I looked down at him for the first time to 
find his worshipping eyes still watching me, accidentally triggering an 
empathic connection at the same instant.  

James and I had our most tender moments together that night.  I realize now 
that I was trying to fill in the gap which Joey's love had once filled in my 
heart with James' simple love.  I never realized that I would cause the same 
kind of pain and emptiness if not worse to James later as I began making love 
to him.

Not once did James attempt to hurry the love making up, allowing me to make 
every move, accepting every kiss with love, and only gasped once when I began 
loosening his ass with my fingers, understanding I was going to fulfill his 
greatest desire by fucking him.

James didn't even whimper as my rod slid into his snug ass.  Eric's cock had 
only entered his ass five or six times even though they were constantly 
having other kinds of sex, so he was still a bit uncomfortable at first.  But 
James quickly lost himself in feeling the pleasure of my strokes against his 
prostrate and was restraining his gasps and groans as much as he could, 
neither of us wishing to wake Eric with our traitorous lovemaking.

I swear I kept seeing Suzi instead of James laying there quietly gasping 
while I pumped. Then when I felt James approaching orgasm himself, I linked 
with him in a two way almost by instinct, tempering his orgasm until we came 
together as one.

I tenderly kissed his soft and undeveloped chest after my softening dick 
worked its way out of his ass, not hearing James declaring his everlasting 
love to me until my post orgasm daze had faded away.  James had just fallen 
asleep when I started realizing how big of a mistake it had been to have made 
love to him like that.

When Eric didn't join us in bed the next morning, I knew he had been hurt by 
our night of passion.  I knew he had guessed what had happened when he had 
found James and I sleeping like two lovers instead of the butch and bitch we 
had always pretended to be.  And from the way James was acting, Eric wouldn't 
have drag it out of him, and knew by the time they got back from their 
tutoring, Eric would know it all.

I wasted another day that I could have been using to research sitting alone 
in my lab, grieving about Joey and wondering what I should do about Eric and 
James.   Eric surprised me by coming to the lab after dinner.  Even though he 
was pretty upset with me, Eric had been worried about my own problems 
concerning Joey and had come to make sure I was all right when I hadn't come 
home to eat.  

When I saw the look on his face, neither one of us had to say anything.  I 
just stood up and spread my arms out as he rushed up to me for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I gasped holding him tightly.  "I don't know why I did it.  
I shouldn't have, and I'm really sorry."

"I'm the one who's sorry," he sobbed.  "I didn't think he'd ever give me up 
for you without you stealing him from me.  But now he's..."

"I knew this would happen if I gave him what he wanted.  I never thought I 
would ever do it, but he was so...  I was so...  But Eric, I love you.  And I 
guess I love James too.  But not like you.  I don't want you to lose James 
any more than you do.  James is not my lover, he's yours."

"Not any more," Eric said before letting his grief overwhelm him.

I held him as he cried, and I was surprised at how deep my feelings were for 
him.  I realized that Eric had become one of the people who I relied on, 
someone I could trust with my soul, someone who would never knowingly betray 
me, just like Suzi and..

I didn't allow myself to finish that thought.  All I could do was hold my 
loved one as he calmed down in my arms.

"Tim?" he said looking up at me from my shoulder.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you still love me?"

"That's a silly question," I said, with a gentle smile.

"I think I really need to hear it though," he said, his eyes filling back up.

"I love you, Eric Nicholas Roberts.  And right now I need you more than you 
can imagine.  Would you like me to prove it?"

"Prove it?  How?" he said with a teary face trying to break into a weak 
smile.

"Like this," I said, unbuckling his belt, then setting him down in the chair 
next to me so I could get down on my knees.

"What are you doing?" he said in a breathy voice when I pulled his jeans down 
halfway.

I didn't bother saying anything since he had already guessed the answer.  I 
knew that because when I went to uncover his dick, it was already growing 
hard.

But before I could bend forward, Eric covered his cock up with his hands and 
said shakily, "Okay, I believe you.  I know you don't really want to do it, 
and you don't have to."

I looked up at him and said, "Eric, I've learned something very important 
about myself and life in general.  If you truly love a person, you have to 
love all of them.  Their bad habits, their mistakes, their odor, their cock, 
even their shit.  I cheated you out of giving you a blow job once, and now it 
is time for me to pay up.  I love you Eric.  I've only loved two others like 
I love you, and since I've blown Joey more times than I can count, I want and 
need to blow you too."

To emphasize my point, I gave his dick's head a lick, his whispery gasp the 
only response I needed for me to continue.  I sucked, slobbered, kissed, 
licked, tongued, bobbed, and deep throated his pleasure rod until he was 
sweating all over, then I really went after it, using every trick I knew 
before finally allowing him to cum.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he regained his ability to think 
and realized I had cleaned up every last drop.  He was still a bit stunned as 
I gently pulled his underwear back up, then he struggled to help a little as 
I pulled his jeans up and finished dressing him.

"I.." he began, then never bothered to finish it because I was closing in to 
give him a kiss with a look on my face that told him a very important 
message.

But instead of a kiss, he put his arms under my arm pits, and drew me against 
him, his lips slowly giving me kisses on my neck and cheek.  

Eric was no longer my little brother, or my younger sexual playmate.  For in 
my face's expression had been the face of a lover giving him his heart and 
soul.  Never had Eric felt so grown up, so young and alive, so powerful, yet 
so weak.  He knew he was my equal, and for now on he wouldn't have to wait 
for me to want to share our love.

Eric later believed that I had first given him my heart before he had given 
me his, but you see he had already given me everything I needed the moment he 
had told me I didn't need to prove I loved him with a blow job.  I knew he 
and I would never have to have sex to prove our love again.  So it was at 
that time Eric became the third of my four soul mates, becoming a part of me 
as I became a part of him, and for the first time since all this trouble 
began, I laughed from the joy of knowing I was unconditionally loved again.

My spirits didn't even sour when we went back to the house and found James 
was patiently waiting to go to bed, hoping for another night like the last.

"James," I said, soaping him up like I usually did once he had done me.  
"Last night when I made love to you, I wasn't thinking very straight.  If I 
hadn't needed your love so badly, I would have never fucked you, ever.

"Yet I did, and I know you want me to do it again.  But," I paused, turning 
him towards me, "but I'm not your gay lover.  Eric is the man for you, not 
me.  He loves you very much, and I love him too much to take you away from 
him."

"But," he said,  realizing what I was saying wasn't what he wanted to hear at 
all.  "I love you.  You're my butch."

"I know, but what we have isn't real.  It's just a fantasy you've been 
playing out, and for a while I was playing it out too.  But the truth is 
you're no bitch and I'm no butch.  You're a gay fifteen year old male stuck 
in a little boy's body, and you're just confused about what you want."

"I want you, Tim," he begged.  "Please don't make me leave you.  Please don't 
kick me out like my dad.."

"I'm not kicking you out, James," I said, holding him and rubbing his back.  
"I do love you, my little bitch.  It's just that we can't go on like this 
much longer.  I'll never kick you out, or ever refuse your hug or kiss.  But 
I am not gay, and the simple truth is I don't want to have sex with you."

He said he understood before he turned to run out and cry, but I didn't let 
him run from me, and I held him until his shaking and quiet sobs had stopped. 

He and Eric slept in their own bed that night, and I was relieved to hear the 
sounds of them sucking each other off.  They hadn't done that for a while, 
and I started to believe things would be okay between them.

The rest of the week I was happy and content, which helped me make a lot of 
progress in my work.  I completely understood the mechanisms involved 
concerning probes, but I couldn't seem to get a grasp on how telepathic 
commands were formed and launched, nor understand how our mental barriers 
could absorb the symbols without those streams of symbols being altered.

But I was an expert on probes, and could even customize a probe that would 
penetrate a shielded mind as long as the probe was set for a specific fact.  
It was like being able to ask their mind a yes or no question and having them 
respond with the absolute honest truth.

I was surprised to find that Alex had already picked up Eric and James for 
their last weekend at Wally's when I got home at five that Friday.  I was 
even more surprised to find Nicky waiting in my room nude, covering her 
breasts with chocolate syrup as I walked in.

I shut the door before asking with a smile, "Uhm, what's going on?"

"What does it look like," she said, licking the chocolate off her finger.

"It looks like you're trying to seduce me into bed," I said before hurrying 
to pull my shirt off.

"That's certainly what it looks like," she said, stirring the chocolate 
around her erect nipples.

"I take it you want to swap so you can suck the chocolate off your own 
nipples," I said after the thought had hit me.

"Not unless you make me," she said, staring right in my eyes.

"Really?" I said, hesitating to slip my last piece of clothing off, that 
being my shorts.

"Just don't tell anyone, okay?  It would ruin my reputation as being a 
devoted lesbian.  I wouldn't want anyone to know I wanted a man to ravage my 
body."

"Shit, Nicky.  Keep talking like that, and I'll do more than ravage it.  I'd 
do things like...  THIS!" I said as I jumped on top of her and began sucking 
up the chocolate almost as fast as she had put it on.

Once I had done a passable job of cleaning her breasts and the surrounding 
areas up, I tongued and nibbled each nipple until I wore my tongue and 
nibbler out, then hungrily frenched her, allowing her to taste the chocolate 
in my mouth.  It seemed that all too quickly our bodies lined up and I found 
my cock entering her puss without consciously intending to.

As I fucked her well fisted pussy, I had strange reoccurring urges to suck 
her cock.  After three or four of these urges, I stopped to rest for a 
moment, pretending I was out of breath as I tried to figure out what was 
wrong with me.

Nicky decided she wanted to have a go and had me get on bottom.  As she 
worked her cunt up and down my rod, I kept finding myself desiring to give 
someone a blow job, tasting their cum in my mouth, and a few times wishing 
some well endowed man would just insert his cock up my ass and fuck me until 
they filled my ass with their cum.

It wasn't until Nicky relinquished the fucking job back to me that I realized 
why I was having trouble keeping my mind on the heterosexual sex I was 
having.

The truth of the matter was I had become addicted to the gay sex I had been 
having the past several months.  Not just male gay sex, but the lesbian sex I 
had been having every weekend over the past two months was just as addictive.  
And strangely enough, I found that the greatest addiction was having my own 
cock fuck my pussy or fill my mouth until it exploded inside me with my own 
seed.

I was starting to believe that fucking a girl's pussy with my dick just 
didn't seem exciting to me anymore.  It took me a few minutes of wild 
desperate fucking before even my dick decided it wasn't interested any more 
and went soft. 

I conceded that I just wasn't going to cum that way, and I was struggling 
with the concept that perhaps I truly had become gay when suddenly my dick 
brushed her rose and it said, "Hey!  I liked that! GET ME MORE!"

"Nicky," I cooed into her ear, "I have a surprise for you," I said while my 
magic touch began stimulating her rose.

"What?" she moaned.

"I'm going form a two way with you.  We're going to share our bodies as our 
cock enters your ass," I said as surged the magic touch at her ass.

"oOOHH!" she groaned as her ass swallowed my two fingers.

Before forming the two way, I disabled her pain receptors for her anus so she 
wouldn't feel any discomfort.  For a two or three month period last year, 
Lisa had insisted on fisting Nicky's ass in the love play, and I knew my cock 
wouldn't be near the intrusion as Lisa's hand had been.  So once Nicky was 
feeling my body's arousal along with her owns, I nudged the tip of my cock 
into her somewhat willing ass.

I could feel my heterosexual lusts re-enforcing themselves as my hands roamed 
her soft female skin and I worked my cock deeper into her ass.  The moans and 
gasps coming from her were driving me wild, and since I hadn't bothered to 
add her own body's senses to my own, I decided I really didn't need to, and 
would probably be best if I didn't.

Yes, I knew that I was definitely no more gay than I had been, finding the 
feel of a woman's skin under my hands while I began fucking her ass the 
greatest eroticism I knew.

And to prove it to myself, I spent that weekend having sex with those twelve 
not so gay women, staying in my own body the whole time.  Only four of the 
girls allowed me to fuck their asses, but I found the rests' cunts were nice 
and tight and extremely enjoyable, and a few of them knew how to give decent 
blow jobs too.  And I had all the tits I could desire to fuck and suck, 
sometimes more than I could handle after they all having gotten addicted to 
my magic touch on their skin.

Yet I guess I was just a tad more gay that I used to be.  You see, I couldn't 
help but suck the combination of their juices and mine out of their pussies 
as soon as I had filled them with my spunk.  Yeah, if there was one thing I 
had grown to enjoy from all the male gay sex I had had, it was the taste of 
freshly pumped cum.  But I will always prefer it when served in a wet and 
well fucked cunt.


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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 8 - Crash Course Under Fire
(mc)

After spending all weekend re-experiencing what it was to be a seventeen year 
old heterosexual male, I decided I would have to double my efforts the rest 
of the week if I was going to finish my work by Friday.

James seemed indifferent to me when he and James came back from Wally's.  And 
Eric was acting a little strange too, but I couldn't quite put my finger on 
exactly it was he was doing that was strange.  But I let it go, figuring it 
was just a little depression since we would be packing up and going home the 
week following this one.

I spent all day and most of the night in the lab, having set up three teams 
that would work for six hours before the next team would show up and take 
their place.  I guess I was pushing myself too hard, but I was feeling the 
pressure of a deadline, and since in the evenings I was having to take small 
doses of the drink to keep my brain from hurting, I was getting some stress 
relief from the six blow jobs three of the girls gave me.

Monday wasn't too productive despite all the effort we all put in.  Tuesday 
began to look like it would end up just like Monday, but suddenly I saw 
something I had looked at a hundred times before and simply ignored it 
because it was too obvious to be right.  But it was right, and when I knew I 
would get it the following day, I sent everyone but Jillian home early and 
spent the evening showing her what it meant to have a telepath make love to a 
woman with nice tits.

Jillian had such a wonderfully dirty mind.  We kept taking turns being the 
master and slave, and I loved every one of her wicked little orders.  Things 
like.. picking your nose and letting her taste it, or picking her nose and 
tasting it yourself.  Stuff like that.  And she surprised me by ordering me 
to fuck her ass before I got the chance to order her to do it in my next 
turn.

The only thing we didn't get a chance to do before we wore each other out was 
the thing I had wanted to do in the beginning, and that was fuck her tits.  
But I didn't really care, figuring I could just do it the next night, not 
suspecting everything would be different by then.

I went home and straight to bed, not even bothering to check on James and 
Eric.  And then the next morning when I woke up, my mind was so set on 
finishing my work that day, I never noticed that Eric hadn't come in to 
snuggle that morning.

There must have been plenty of indicators that there was something going on 
around me that I normally would have instantly been aware of, but I was 
extremely distracted by what I needed to do that day that I was taken 
completely by surprise.

It all started when Alex and Mike paid a surprise visit.

"Hey guys.  What up?" I said, having to break my concentration on decrypting 
Bridget's attack on Janice's mental barrier since Janice was distracted by 
Mike.

"Janice, can I talk to you outside a minute?" Mike said with a sparkle in his 
eyes.  "We'll just be a minute," Mike said to me, leading the excited Janice 
out by the hand.

"What's he gonna do?  Pop her the question or something?" I asked Alex in a 
hushed voice.

"Oh, you'll see soon enough," he said in a way that made me a little 
uncomfortable for just a split second.  "Do you have your coin with you?" 

"Yeah," I said, digging it out.  "Why?  You want to see it again?"

"Yes.  Very much," he said stepping forward eagerly, almost anxiously.

I held it out and was about to drop in into his open hand when my empathic 
senses finally got through to me that something was very wrong with him.

"Alex, are you feeling okay?" I said, trying to capture his eyes with mine.

"I'm feeling fine.  Can I hold it?" he said, his eyes never leaving my hand 
that was holding my coin.

"How's Wally doing?  He was pretty upset about you going away for.."

"Wally's fine too.  Are you going to let me see it or not?"

I was starting to feel something more than just an anxious nervousness from 
him.  Almost a greed or need for pow..

"No.  I'm not," I said, slipping the coin back in my pocket as I began a 
probe.

"GIVE IT TO ME!" he screamed with a sudden surge of rage, instantly lashing 
out a powerful array of control symbols, nearly disabling my barrier simply 
by the pure volume and the element of surprise.

"Shit!" I said, realizing he had not only discovered his abilities, but had 
completely lost touch with reality.  My probe had confirmed that he had 
intended to use the coin against me somehow, and just as I was starting to 
beat down his attack, Janice suddenly began her own.

I was straining myself to hold the two off when I realized Mike had broken 
Bridget's own barrier and was enslaving her to their cause.  Shutting my eyes 
and sitting down in the chair immediately behind me, I started opening myself 
up to my new senses, having found I could increase my concentration when I 
didn't have my other senses distracting me.

By the time Mike had turned Bridget against me, I was fully prepared for 
their attack and easily began countering the waves of symbols coming at me.  
They probed, they commanded, they even used the mutes in the room to 
physically try and rush me, and somehow I managed to counter each and every 
one of the attacks, and was even beginning to push my own offense against 
them.

But then suddenly Eric rushed in the room in a panic and I lost my advantage 
since I had to counter the attempts to take his mind as well as my own.

"Tim!  James is ru.. ACKKK!" he gasped when I accidentally let a BE OBEDIENT 
symbol through.

A couple of minutes must have gone by before a small break in their attack 
allowed me to send the cancellation symbol for the one I had let through.  As 
soon as Eric was capable of thinking again, I moaned out, "Eric, get behind 
me," with a considerable amount of slurring.

Eric was quick to respond, but Alex still managed to grab him by his long 
hair and quickly had his bulky muscular arm around Eric's neck.  I could 
literally see the thoughts as they circled around his head, and as his 
powerful arm began compressing the air passage in Eric's neck, I suddenly 
feared for Eric's life.

"NO!" I spat as I lashed out with every ounce of my strength.  

Alex had expected me to concentrate my attack on him, and I did, but not in 
the way he was prepared to deal with.

As he continued to squeeze the life out of the neck of the already 
unconscious Eric, I began to telepathically crush his testicles, having long 
ago decided that when someone wants to play dirty, I would play the dirtiest, 
and had learned how years ago.

Alex struggled desperately to numb the effects of what his nerves were 
reporting from down there, but when it came right down to it, Alex didn't 
know what the hell I was doing, and wasn't skilled enough to keep his own 
body from reporting what it felt was going on.

Mike was picking up a chair to throw at me when I lashed out the same attack 
on him, then quickly started sending the two women the symbols that would 
trigger labor contractions, effectively physically disabling them by making 
them double over from their straining internal muscles.

Finally Alex couldn't take it anymore, sinking down to his knees in agony 
while Eric sagged to the floor unconscious but alive.  Because the other 
three were still attacking my mind, I couldn't dare risk losing my 
concentration by opening my eyes and go help him.  But Alex was already 
beginning to fight off my mental hold on his testicles, and knew if I didn't 
get Eric over by me, I wouldn't be able to protect him.

I suddenly sensed the presence of my coin in my pocket, and realized I had to 
make a choice.  And since there was no choice to be made when it was between 
a coin and Eric, I jerked myself into a standing position, literally ripped 
the pocket out of my jeans while pulling the red object out, then screamed, 
"YOU WANT IT!  GO FUCKING GET IT!" and threw it as hard as I could out the 
open doors.

Alex scrambled towards the exit to fetch it, and as I carefully crawled over 
to Eric's unconscious form, I struggled to fend off the other three battering 
my handicapped mind.

Eric wasn't breathing too good, and with a surge of desperation from seeing 
the way his tongue looked bloated, I scan what his nerves were reporting and 
found Alex had in fact caused severe internal bleeding within my poor Eric's 
head, mostly in the tongue and sinuses.

My body went cold as the thought, "He's dying," sank in, and for a moment 
there was nothing but the sight and feel of my loved one's haggard breathing.  
Then the pitter patter of the four telepaths attacking my mind began to anger 
me, and suddenly I was so angry I could kill.

With one huge surge of my will and power, all four of them crumbled when my 
empathic ability knocked them out cold.  Ah, the twins would have been proud 
if they had seen me, but all I cared about was my Eric, getting weaker by the 
second as his blood clotted within the ruptured vessels of his brain and 
tongue.

There was only one way I knew of saving him, and there was no way I was going 
to allow Joey's current attitude stop me from doing it.  I wasn't sure if I 
could find Joey's mind over the distance we had between us, and I was sure I 
would have to literally force him to form the share link, further enraging 
him and probably causing him to have another violent fit.

And that was exactly what happened.  As soon as my mind touched his, he 
almost locked me out before I could stop him, then he began screaming and 
hollering in the middle of his class.  Before he was restrained by the other 
students, Joey had picked his desk up and threw it at the teacher who 
thankfully got out of the way just in time.  

Once I had inserted the controls to prevent him from cutting the share link 
off, I proceeded to link up with as many people as I could around me, then 
finally linked up with Eric.

By the time the damage to Eric's neck and head had been sufficiently spread 
over the nearly thousand people I had linked to, I was almost too weak to 
think.  Somehow I managed to close the links before I laid my head on my 
lover's chest and fell into a deep sleep.

Well, not that deep.  Otherwise Eric wouldn't have been able to wake me up 
when he found himself surrounded by a sea of unconscious bodies.

"Tim, please wake up.." he whispered as loud as he dared, having noticed Mike 
stirring in his sleep as he shook me.  "Are we safe?" he asked when my eyes 
parted briefly.

I struggled to shake off my exhaustion as I sat up and attempted to recall 
what it was I needed to do.

It wasn't until the shock of Mike waking up and immediately taking advantage 
of my vulnerable state that I was able to think clearly enough to do 
something completely accidental that still got the job done.

Instead of making Mike wet his pants as a distraction, somehow I caused his 
bladder to leak a small portion of his urine into his blood supply.  At least 
that's what I later decided must have happened, since he had every indication 
of having a mild case of blood poisoning.  Whatever the case, Mike suddenly 
turned extremely pale, and instead of tossing his cookies like he had begun 
to do, he rolled his eyes up into his head and passed out.

Once I had made sure the other three wouldn't awaken, I gasped to Eric, "I 
need the coin...  Alex had it,"

Eric nodded his head, then crawled with some difficulty over to Alex's 
crumpled form.  I was just trying to stay awake when Eric gasped, then I 
echoed him at the sight of Wally standing at the door holding the leash of a 
nude Lana who was struggling to suck his cock.

"Lana?!?  Noo..." I whispered as Eric half stopped half crashed next to me 
with my coin. 

With coin in hand, my mind began to sharpen from its refreshing comfort and 
energy.  I was preparing to defend Eric and I against Wally's attack, when 
suddenly I found Eric standing up and dizzily walking towards Wally and his 
slut.

"Ah, Timothy.  You have given me so much without ever knowing it, haven't 
you?  Lana and Eric have been very helpful to me, haven't you been, my 
sluts."

"Fuck me master.  FUCK me!" Lana said, rattling the chains that were hanging 
from her neck, wrists, and shins as she violently pressed her ass against his 
cock.

Her mind..  Her beautiful mind...  It had been warped, perverted, twisted 
into that of a complete fuck slut, wanting only to serve her masters cock and 
nothing else.  And then when Eric pushed her out of his way to begin sucking 
Wally hardening cock, I realized that Wally had enslaved Eric without me 
having sensed him doing it.

I couldn't understand it.  I had focused my attention on him just so I would 
be able to counter anything he tried, but somehow I missed it.  And I had 
missed him undoing the sleep commands I had given Alex and the two girls?  At 
least I saw their commands coming when they took my body's control from me.

"ALEX!" Wally bellowed once I was immobilized.  "You nearly FAILED me!"

"I'm sorry, my lover!" Alex said crawling up to him.  "Please my lover!  I 
tried to make you prou.."

Alex was cut off in mid-sentence by Wally's hand connecting with his cheek 
with a loud "SLAP!"

"Something is very wrong with this picture," I thought to myself as Alex 
desperately sucked Eric's dick just as his master had commanded.  "That isn't 
the real Wally.  There has to be another telepath in control here."

"That's enough, you pieces of shit," Janice suddenly said.

That was when I knew something really odd was going on, finding Wally giving 
up his position of command to Janice who couldn't have been...  

"Where were those symbols coming from?" I thought to myself when I noticed a 
short burst of symbols merging into Bridget's mental streams.  "And how are 
they penetrating her barrier without...  Oh shit!"

I felt the minds of the four conscious telepaths attack mine at once, having 
formed an Einstein link which Wally had apparently lifted from Lana's mind 
before breaking her to his will.  But I found myself handling their attack 
fairly easily, having no trouble at all meeting their otherwise powerful and 
complex symbol streams with the exact opposites and canceling them in mid 
air.  

I began understanding more and more of what was going on, how I was able to 
do this, finding everything becoming almost child's play... and after several 
minutes of comprehending it all, I actually began toying with them by 
purposely not defeating them right away.

My mind began to wander a little, and when I remembered Eric and the others 
having been enslaved, I had a ball slipping commands in the four telepaths' 
minds without them knowing it.  It was so funny to me to make them undo the 
commands they had used to enslave the others without them realizing they were 
doing it or making them give up on their pointless struggle to enslave me.

I was just about to finally call it a day when Eric suddenly lunged for my 
throat.

Even before I was helping his unconscious body to the ground, I traced the 
source of the symbols which were trying to program another helpless victim 
behind me into ramming me with his head.

As soon as I found my real enemy's mind, I turned my four attackers back into 
my friends with one single sweep of my hand, and exclaimed "So, Miss Young 
Lee!  You're the one behind all this!  I hope you like sucking cock, because 
when I get through with you..."

"Shit!  Not bad.." I said a moment later when she penetrated my barrier with 
a cunning probe.  

But even though she knew what I was going to do, she was pretty helpless to 
stop me forming an Einstein link everyone in the room.

With the combined intelligence of twenty people, nineteen of which had great 
experience in either using telepathy or analyzing it, Miss Young Lee a.k.a. 
Miss Lee Vo didn't last more than thirty seconds before I plunged the OBEY ME 
symbols into her fucking mind.  And then I began probing her mind for every 
secret and thought she ever had.

Lee Vo was a thirty eight year old woman with a cool, calculating mind who 
had developed her own telepathic powers and skills in the confines of a small 
town in Utah.  She had no ambitions that would cause anyone to see her as a 
threat, and was content as a grade school teacher and the wife of her 
father's best friend's son.

About a year before that day in Chemistry where she had saved me with her 
calming emotions, Lee Vo began sensing eyes watching her without being able 
to locate the owner's minds.  Then a week later, two policemen came to her 
home with a warrant for her arrest for the murder of her father.

Lee Vo was too shocked to suspect anything immediately.  She went with the 
policemen quietly, but as soon as she realized she couldn't sense the mind 
who was driving the strange unmarked van, Lee Vo knew she was in danger and 
began planning her move.

She effectively rendered all three men unconscious with a simple command 
directed at their livers, then after discovering the driver had a suitcase 
size device with wires attached to his head, she used her abilities to alter 
another human being for the very first time in her life.

The information she gained from the driver lead her to a small group of 
scientists looking to do research on telepathy and needed a test subject.  
While Lee Vo had never publicized her talents, most people in the small town 
knew she was very perceptive of other people's intentions and that had been 
what the scientists had looked for first.

After erasing everything about her and their own work from their minds, Lee 
Vo went home and sent her loved ones in hiding until she could locate other 
telepaths in hopes of forming a kind of alliance to watch each other's backs.

After spending nearly six months without success, she ran across one of the 
Cabal's office slaves running an errand for her master.  Through that single 
contact, Lee Vo managed to copy every ounce of information in the woman's 
head concerning the Cabal and their activities, including bits and pieces of 
a report the woman had typed up concerning my attempt at trading myself into 
slavery.

Lee Vo had quickly decided the Cabal was not interested in keeping innocent 
people safe from others and continued her search to find allies with better 
morals than the Cabal.

Her search led to Northeast State where one of Stan's old slaves had gone.  
Lee Vo was at that time getting rather desperate, and seeing how the girl had 
been left to live her life after Stan was through with her, she went to 
Northeast State to search for the same telepath I had been looking for.

Once she had worked out who I was, she kept me under observation for months 
before making contact with Joey and I.  But when she found out what we were 
doing there, she left, intending to give up her quest to find anyone to aid 
her.

All of that changed when she ran into another telepath a week following 
Christmas.  After nearly being enslaved herself, she began seeing her last 
approach as having been informative, but knew she could never trust another 
telepath unless they were under her own control.  

It had been Lee Vo whom I had sensed probing someone in the records office 
looking for me while I was in the dean's office with Dr. Kinmon.  She had 
been searching for any leads on finding me in hopes of gaining control of 
another telepath who she believed she could easily overpower if not trick.

What Lee Vo had not realized was that the telepath who had attempted to 
enslave her had in fact successfully inserted a few commands before she had 
enslaved him.  Her perspective had been altered on what was appropriate and 
moral, and every time she went back to check on her family which she had left 
in his care, her perspective was further altered by the desire to protect her 
family at all costs.

As soon as I found the incomplete commands within her mind, I removed them 
and restored her will to negotiate a peace.  She apologized immediately, and 
then asked if she could join the Harrison group if they would help protect 
her family.  Wally's answer was yes.

Nineteen of us had the satisfaction of knowing our job was done, but the one 
who had only been a bystander within the link quickly made it public to the 
rest of us that there was another problem.

James and Eric had run across a gang of bikers while playing hooky that 
morning, and James had pressured Eric in going up with him and talking to 
them.  Eric liked the group of guys, especially since a few of them were not 
much older than they were and they were all obviously gay.  

Baker, a shorthaired seventeen year old blond with tattoos up and down his 
arms, was actually starting make Eric feel a little horny by the way he could 
rub himself without it looking that obvious.  Baker had just admitted to Eric 
he had joined the gang when his family rejected his homosexuality when James 
suddenly got on the back of a bike as the bald headed bear of a man started 
it up and tore out of there.  

Eric chased them as long as he could, James screaming to Eric he would write 
and not to worry about him.  When the other bikers rode past him, Eric 
finally couldn't run any further and fell onto the dead grass beside the road 
with James words echoing in his ears.

"I Love You, Eric...."

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