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. -------------------------------------------------------------- "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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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. **************************************************************************** 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. :) **************************************************************************** ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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." ----------------------------+ "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. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + 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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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...." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++