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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip

Chapter I:  8th Grade, Spring 1985
Part 2 - Controling One's Power
(mc, m-solo (sort of))

After Joey left, I started setting the table for dinner.  Mom was 
bringing dinner home that night, but I sometimes cooked for us when we 
felt like pancakes or spaghetti.  My head was a buzz of what happened 
that day so much that I didn't even hear her walk in.

I jumped a foot off the ground when she said "I hope you feel like 
Chinese."

During the meal, I kept feeling her eyes on me.  The dinner talk was 
normal, but she seemed to sense something was different about me.  
Finally, while we were cleaning up, our eyes met, and I felt that 
feeling again.  This time though, it was her mind that spoke to mine.

"So you found them.  I had prayed you would never find your powers after 
forgetting them, what, six years ago?" she said in my head.

I could only stand there with my mouth open.

Then out loud, she said, "We better have a talk.  Good thing we had our 
the birds and the bees talk last month.  I don't think I could of 
handled both at the same time.

We went over to the couch and sat down.  I was feeling pretty... Well I 
don't know what to call it.  Embarrassed? Scared? Shy? I felt like I had 
been caught jerkin off, which had never happened to me at the time.

"Before I ask what you have done so far, I suppose I should tell you 
about my... life before you."  She explained pretty much what I said at 
the beginning of my story, except she didn't mention my father had the 
power too.  She then went on and explained how bad it was to change 
another person, even a little bit.  That God had intended for others to 
be the way they were, and we shouldn't tamper with God's work.

She ended with, "It is also very bad manners to spy on other 
peoples thoughts when they don't know.  That is why...  Why I ask your 
permission before I examine yours.  Is it all right if I look for myself 
and see?  Nothing you have done could make me angry at you, or change 
the way I feel about you.  You should know that."

I sat there, feeling like I have been asked to open my hand so she could 
see it was red (handed).  I was looking at nothing, feeling her mind all 
around me, touching my cheeks, my ears, my nose, my hair.  But never 
entering my mind.

The only thing I could do was slowly nod my head once without looking at 
her.  As soon I had, I felt something warm touch my mind, then was gone 
in an instant.

"Oh I am so proud of you!" she said as she wrapped her arms around me in 
a tight hug.

"Hurg?!?" came from my mouth, a result of the surprise and the hug.  
This was the last thing I had expected.

"When I had first discovered my powers, the first thing I did was to 
enslave one of my coworkers.  But you didn't harm anyone, or make anyone 
do anything they shouldn't or wouldn't have.  You even resisted using it 
on Joey. I must say I am surprised about the boy stuff since all I ever 
got from you mind was images of girls.  When you were in your room, um, 
doing your thing, your mind leaked very badly.  That's why I knew it was 
time to give you the sex talk last month.

"I feared you had made some poor little girl your love slave.  Or 
just messed with someone's head for the fun of it," she added.

"But..  I don't understand," I finally said.  "I did make others do 
things.  Like.. Like in the shower and stuff."

"Did you do it on purpose?" she replied.

"No.  But I guess I had wanted it," I said. I didn't want to admit
anything more.

"Timmy, you did good on your first day.  Please believe me.  Feeling 
guilty about these things means you probably won't do them again.  You 
know what is right, and what is wrong.  Don't let yourself be tempted to 
do evil like I had.  

"God gave you this gift.  Once you learn how to control these powers, 
you should use them only when your heart tells you it is OK, and when 
your mind agrees.  Don't use them to control others, but to help others 
if they ask for it.  Everyone has the right to be themselves.  You may 
even find someone who will want you to alter them.  But never alter them 
if they do not wish it."

We talked on through the night.  I actually learned a great deal from 
her.  She showed me how to shield my thoughts from others.  How to 
control my own body, and to some extent hers as well.  I saw through her 
eyes, listened through her ears, and even once spoke through her mouth.  
Everything she showed me I understood instantly, and wanted to learn 
more and more.  Finally she called a halt to it.  It was after midnight 
on a school night.

While she drove me to school the next morning, she made me swear I 
wouldn't use them while I was there.  If I behaved, she would show me 
more after school once I had proven it to her by letting her peek into 
my mind.  Then after we spent the weekend going over everything, she 
promised she wouldn't ask to peak into my thoughts unless I was 
obviously screwing up other people.

It was a good thing she made me promise too.  I wanted so badly to show 
off some of my new "tricks".  My resolve lasted until Mrs. Patterson's 
class, then I could not resist myself.

Mrs. Patterson had just finished telling us how disappointed she was in 
our latest paper, and we would have to rewrite it, and add to it.  No 
one was particularly happy with this.  The thought just jumped into my 
head and instantly I issued the command.  Just as Mrs. Patterson was 
sitting down, she let out the longest and noisiest fart any of us had 
ever heard.  As the entire classroom rolled with laughter, Mrs. 
Patterson's face turned red.  And when she shifted in her chair to try 
and regain order, I couldn't help myself as I made her make little baby 
farts every time she moved.  By this time, several people had fallen out 
of their seats and were rolling on the floor, including me.

Then I noticed that Mrs. Patterson was not finding this amusing, nor 
even distasteful.  She was virtually near to tears.  I felt the pain she 
was feeling, and decided that I had to fix that.  I made her realize the 
amusing side of the situation.  I guess I shared a little bit of my 
immaturity with her.

As I felt the image repeat in her head several times, the pain grew 
less, and just as most of the class had lost the ability to laugh 
anymore, Mrs. Patterson exploded in laughter.  And when I say exploded, 
I mean, it was like a bomb went off.  I saw a new side of Mrs. Patterson 
that day.  And it was beauty-ful.  

Her scraggly face became one large smile that forced her teary eyes to 
squeeze shut.  Her tubby body shook like jello as her booming laughter 
echoed around the room.  She laughed so loud the windows shook, and even 
rocked herself so hard in her chair that she fell backwards.  That only 
renewed the classroom laughter, and several people were choking on their
own joy while Mrs. Patterson rolled around the floor laughing.  

As everyone finally ran out of energy and breath and the people who had 
come to investigate the ruckus had left, we all just sat there smiling 
at Mrs. Patterson as she did the same to us.  No one spoke for several 
minutes, partially because we couldn't.  

Finally, Mrs. Patterson said as the bell rang, "Perhaps those papers
weren't so bad after all," and we all understood the implied message.
Joey gave me a questioning look as we walked out the classroom.  All
I did was smile and shrug.

As we walked to the lunch room, I gave Joey a quick run down about what 
happened after he left the last evening.  When we approached our table, 
John, Brad, and Lex stopped their talking and watched me approach.  I 
felt a chill run down my spine from the weird vibes I was getting from 
them.  I wasn't peaking at their thoughts or anything either.  They 
definitely had a problem with me.

"Uhmm, what up guys?" I said as I set my tray down.  Joey wasn't really 
sure what to do, but followed my example and put his tray down.  He kept 
his mouth shut too, which before yesterday would have been impossible.

John glanced at Brad, then said, "Seems like there were a lot of things 
'up' yesterday."

"Urr? Look, what's going on?" I said, playing dumb.  Joey had sat down, 
but I was still standing.  I wanted to check out their thoughts, but 
somehow I felt that it would be the wrong thing to do.  Beside, I had 
made a deal with my mother.

"What, can't you just read our minds?"  Brad said.  Then he turned to 
Joey and said, "How about it Joey.  You were trying to tell us about our 
friend here, the psychic.  I figured we wouldn't be able to shut you up 
for a week about it."

"Fuck You," Joey replied.  "We spent the whole day after school 
yesterday trying to send each other a telepathic message.  All I got was 
a headache."

"Well, you asked for it," I said, trying to follow his lead.  "You 
wouldn't leave me alone about it until we tried it.  I guess it was 
kinda fun, even if it was a complete waste of time." Then I sat down.

"You dork!" Lex said as he backhanded John on the upper arm. "You had me 
almost believing you."

John and Brad just looked at each other, then Brad said, "But we had the 
same fantasy about Suzi!  At the same time!  All four of us!"

"We did?  I mean, yeah, I was thinking about Suzi.  But I'm always  
thinking about Suzi in that class.  She sits two chairs in front of me." 
I said.

"You can't tell me that you weren't imagining Suzi in her bikini and 
that you didn't imagine her bottom string breaking so you could look at 
her ass." Brad said.

"Hey, that was my fantasy!" Joey interrupted.  "I told you that one 
yesterday!  But I didn't tell you the best part," he said with a grin.

"What?" Lex said, taking the bait.  He had perked up at the possible 
change in the topic. 

"She had a tattoo of a heart that said 'Joey'.  She was at the beach 
with me, and she was, like, my girl.."  Joey paused as he was 
blushing.  But then he said, "Well, it was just a fantasy."  For a moment I 
wondered if I had been accidentally getting some of his fantasies 
instead of the other way around.  

John then said  "That's not what mine was like.  OK, I give up."

Brad stayed quite then.  I guessed he was either feeling unsure about it 
all, or maybe realized he would have to have something more to back up 
his claims.  I didn't dare try and peek at his thoughts.  I might give 
myself away accidentally.

We finished lunch with the regular chit chat, with Brad not joining in 
too much.  As we were leaving the cafeteria, he tagged behind me for a 
minute, then caught up with me.

"So, what do you think happened yesterday in the showers?"  Brad finally 
asked.

I looked at him a sec, then said, "I think...  I think there were a lot 
of horny studs that just had to spank their monkeys at the same time.  
Shit, I don't know."  After a moment of silence, I faked a little anger 
and said, "OK, I might have started it by doing it to myself, but I 
can't make anybody else do it!  I am sick of this shit.  First Joey, now 
you!  If I can read minds and make people do things, why the fuck am I 
here!  I would be fucken my brains out with every fucken girl in this 
fucken school.  So FUCK OFF!"

And with that, I left a stunned Brad at the door to our health class.  
After a moment, he came in and sat down next to me.  I avoided looking 
at him, and played it cool with him for the rest of the class.

Just as we were leaving, Brad pulled me aside and apologized.  I 
apologized too for telling him to fuck off, then we split up to go to 
our next class.

By the end of the day, I was ready to burst in anticipation.  I raced 
home, leaving Joey far behind.  Of course I knew I another 2 1/2 hours 
to wait before my mother got home, but I wanted to try out a few things 
on myself.

If there was one thing I really enjoyed, it was taking a good piss.  It 
took me about a half an hour to drink the entire 2 liter bottle of cola.  
I had done this once before, but I had only got half of the bottle down.  
But this time,  I experimented with what my mom had shown me the night 
before and figured out how to fool my body into thinking it was still 
thirsty.  I had a few problems keeping myself from getting sick, but I 
managed to keep it down.   By the time I swallowed the last drop, I 
already needed to go.

I managed to rise off the couch and wobble to the bathroom.  I was 
pretty uncomfortable. But it was also kinda cool as I could let out a 
really long burp every minute or so.  But a couple of times I nearly let 
out more than just air, so I spaced them out a little bit.

"Bbbbbbbbrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppp!" I said after getting 
my pants and underwear off.  I sat down on the commode, then started to 
open the flood gates.

As I started to piss the almost clear liquid,  I started concentrating 
on slowing the rate down.  I wanted to take a real long piss, without 
any pauses.

I was trying to find the right set of... commands, I guess that how I 
thought of them back then.  At that time I didn't know anything about 
the symbols, and certainly couldn't 'see' them.  But, as with everyone 
with the gift, my mind was able to send these 'commands' that mixed with 
the other neurological elements of a nervous system and alters the 
processes within.

This experiment on myself sparked my interest in finding how it all 
worked.  It marks the beginning of what has become my life's work.  I 
really don't attempt to figure it out for a couple of years from this 
point in time, but the question of how I could do these things was 
always in the back of my mind.

Anyway, I was having to physically hold it back when I finally got it to 
work.  It turned out not to be as pleasant as I suspected.  After 
sitting there for 20 minutes while my dick had a constant, but weak 
stream coming out, my ass was starting to itch, and I was just plain 
tired of pissing.  So I pulled the stops out, and finished up after 
another two.

Afterwards, I was feeling pretty wild from all of the caffeine and 
sugar.  I literally ran around the house naked until I finally dropped 
onto my bed.  My mind was going a mile a minute, and after another quick 
pee, I wound up beatin my meat while thinking of Suzi slowly turning 
around while slipping the shoulder strap of her bikini top off.  Pretty 
soon I was lost in my fantasy with my hand going a mile a minute on my 
cock.

I slowed down when I felt that familiar feeling at the base of my cock.  
I let it grow, keeping myself near the edge.  The image of Suzi 
revealing herself to me, then pressing her naked body against mine was 
bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. When I imagined her skin touching 
my dick, I suddenly felt the pleasure triple, triggering the largest 
orgasm I had ever experienced up to that time.

My vision blurred with overlapping images of my surroundings.  I moaned 
in an entirely different pitch I had ever made before.  My entire body 
felt indistinct, as if it was floating between two different places.  As 
I thrusted my hips and my cum shot up into the air, I felt a new 
sensation.  I could feel a wet emptiness, clutching, squeezing inside 
the base of my crotch.  As my fourth stream shot out, I discovered my 
hands were not only pounding my meat, but cupping my balls, fingering my 
ass hole, twisting one of my nipples, and slipping inside my pussy all 
at once.

The shock of my realization quickly broke whatever connection I had 
made.  I laid there a little scared of what had happened to me.  Or more 
like worrying about who else experienced it.  I was laying on my bed 
trying to remember any  detail that might clue me on to who I had 
connected with when the phone rang.

"H..Hello?" I said while trying to steady my nerves.

"Tim?" Joey's voice said.  "Were you just, like, doing it?"

"Um, why?"  I said, even though I was pretty sure I knew why.

"Cause a few minutes ago I did, and for a minute I could have sworn I 
was in your room.  And I felt something weird."

"Um, like what?"  I barely said.  If Joey saw my room...

"I felt like I was wanking yours, and then I felt like I was in your 
room.  Then just as I started to get there, I felt this warm wet feeling 
down there.  It was awesome.  Hey, can we do this again tomorrow?  It's 
like we can jerk each other off without leaving home!"

"Shit," I whispered.  "Joey, I don't know how I did it. I didn't even 
know I was doing it until I felt my fingers go in to my..."  I stopped 
as I figured out who's hand that really had been.

"Oh Shit!" we both said as we both realized the same thing.

"Do you think she knows?" Joey asked.  "And what about John?"

"Huh?" I squeaked.  "What about John?"

"What?  Didn't you know?  I remember seeing John's computer and his fish 
tank.  His dick felt different too.  It was curved different or 
something."

"I don't remember anything like that.  What else do you remember?"

"I, um, well...  I remember touching my hole...  I don't think it was 
me...  And I saw a playboy centerfold.  I think it was Miss May... I 
don't remember anything else except your room, and feeling wet... Wow.  
That's what a girl's pussy feels like....  Wow."

"Fuck.  What am I gonna do?  If I can't jerk off at least once a day, 
I'll like die or something.  But if others found out, especially like 
that..."

"Well?  Couldn't you tell them to be quiet?  Like when you made me sit 
down?"

"Joey.....  I can't do that.  It would be wrong.  Besides, my mom would 
kill me."

"Okay.  I don't know what else you could do.  Maybe your mom will 
know...  Awe, man...  She knows I jerked you off, doesn't she.  Shit.  
She isn't gonna tell my mom or anything is she?"

"Umm, no.  Hey Joey?  I gotta go pee.  I'll call you back later, K?

"All right.  Hey, you want me to call John to find out what he knows?"

"NO!" I almost screamed.  "Don't breath a word to him about it!  You 
know we just got them off my back about that kind of stuff.  I gotta go 
real bad.  Bye"

"Oka.." click.

I leapt to the bathroom, and just as I started to take another massive 
leak, the phone rings again.

I managed to stop the flow, with my bladder complaining about the 
uncomfortable pressure.  I got to the phone on the fifth ring and picked 
it up just as the fear it might be John sprang up in my mind.

"Hello?" I said.

"Timmy?  Hi, this is Suzi" 

"Oh Shit," I breathed.  "Uhm, hey Suzi.  What's .. up?"

"Hah, um, nothing much.  I was just thinking about 4th hour,  and I .... 
remembered your accident the other day.  You're okay, right?"

"Yeah.  I'm okay now.  I just had a bad headache got real dizzy.  My mom 
thought it was from not eating enough that day or something.  No big 
deal."

"Good way to get out of seventh hour though.  Did you see"...

Suzi and I talked for nearly two hours.  After the first ten minutes, my 
concerns faded away.  In fact I totally forgot about everything that had 
happened, even when my mom came home.  Suzi and I really had a lot in 
common.  We really clicked.  I knew what she liked, and she knew what I 
liked.  We finally hung up when her mother called her down to dinner.

During dinner, my mother brought up something that reminded me of what 
we had planned for the evening.  The rest of the evening and almost the 
entire weekend she spent with me, teaching me everything she knew, which 
actually was not all that much now that I look back.  Most of the time 
was spent telling me the harm I would be doing if I actually used these 
powers on people without their consent.  I took her words seriously, but 
yet I didn't really commit myself to follow them.

By Sunday afternoon, I felt confident that I could control my own 
powers.  I also began to find that my mother's understanding of the 
powers were actually quite limited.  I could see short cuts on how to 
accomplish things.  A few times I even startled my mother when I 
did something she thought no one could do.  Such as when I made 
a plant sitting in full sun close its flower heads as if it was night 
time.

(Actually,  the thing with the plant was completely different from 
reading and controlling minds.  Since plants don't have a brain or 
nervous system, I used a different ability I had mistaken to be part of 
my mind control type of powers.  In any event, I didn't actually control 
the plant.  I just tricked it.)

Joey and I went to a movie Sunday evening, and nothing special happened.  
I had talked to Joey on the phone twice since Friday, and also had 
talked to Suzi for about four hours Saturday night.  I didn't know it 
then, but I was starting to fall in love.

On Monday, if John suspected anything, he didn't let on.  Things went 
back to normal for a while at school and at home.  The only time I 
really even messed with my powers was when Joey and I were horny.  We 
got into a routine where one of us would call the other and arrange a 
time, then I would connect to him and we would jerk each other off.  The 
combined orgasm we shared together brought us closer than ever before.  

But after a few months of this, Joey began to push me for more than 
that.  That brief moment where we had experienced Suzi masturbating was 
constantly on his mind, and mine too.  It frustrated him that I felt I 
shouldn't use my abilities on others.  He never really understood that 
this protected him as well as everyone else from my tampering.  Lucky 
for him I value my friends like I do when I did start messing with other 
people's minds.



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