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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net)
Proofread By: The Evil Eye

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>This posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 1 - Un-welcome Home                  (no sex)
     Part 2 - Sex is for friends, Love is for Lovers (mfm)

>The next posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 3 - Wedding Bells                    (mc mf)

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 1 - Un-welcome Home
(no sex)

I was looking forward to going back to school and being with my friends and
family after the mess had been cleaned up and my promises had been fulfilled,
so Eric and I packed up to go home.

On the day we originally planned to leave, another gang of bikers went past the
house as we were loading the last of our stuff.  I managed to 'convince' them
to stop and have a beer, then while Eric was busy serving them cold ones, I was
scanning their minds one by one in search for any information we could find
about James.

I was in the middle of scanning this really outrageously dressed chick when I
heard a couple of bikes start up, then nearly had a heart attack when I saw
Eric was on one of them.

My jaw must have been dragging the ground watching Eric do wheelies and other
fancy bike tricks, finding that his dad had a bike and Eric had been riding
with him since he was in diapers.  I watched for nearly ten minutes before
remembering I was supposed to be doing something else.

Eric had been very quiet and down the entire time we packed and said our
goodbyes, the only break in his mood having been the little bit of fun he had
on the bike.  But that biker gang hadn't run across the gang James had taken
off with, and telling him that was almost as bad as when I wasn't able to
locate James the first time.

During the drive home, Eric didn't speak unless spoken to, and his replies were
always short, plainly indicating he wanted to be left alone.  It was so unlike
Eric.  Usually he would be bursting at the seams with excitement by little
things which everyone else just noted as interesting.  His enthusiasm and
easily excitable nature were probably the things I loved most about Eric at the
time.

So after trying to ignore the pain he was feeling for over an hour, I suddenly
couldn't take it any more.  Fifteen minutes of hard thinking came up with
something I hoped would take his mind off his heartache for a while.

"Hey," I said as I pulled to the shoulder of the highway.  "How about you
driving for a while?"

"Me?" he said startled.  "Uhm, thanks, but I don't think..."

"Come on," I said opening my door.  "Scoot over while I come around."

He was in the driver's seat by the time I got to the other side of the car, but
when I climbed in, he said, "I don't think this is a good idea.  What if we get
caught?  Okay.  Stupid question.  But still...  I'm not old enough..."

He didn't say anything else since he knew I saw right through his bluffs.  The
prospect of driving excited him a lot, but it also made him extremely nervous,
even a bit scared.  So when his pleading eyes locked onto mine, I formed an
empathic connection to give him some confidence.

As he felt a little surer of himself, I reinforced it by saying, "Come on,
Eric.  I trust you.  After seeing the way you handled that motorcycle, I'd
probably trust you with driving this car more than my old man.  Everything will
be fine.  Now, push on the brake before putting it into drive, then build up
some speed before you pull back onto the highway."

After a minute of waiting for the traffic to clear, I finally gave him the all
clear and he carefully got the car moving.  Two minutes later, Eric had a smile
on his face, along with a look of deep concentration.  And after about ten
minutes of sitting with his muscles tensed, he started to relax.

He finally risked glancing over at me to flash me a smile, then with his eyes
glued back on the road again he said "This is cool."

He had come to the point where a car passing us didn't really bother him, but a
truck had noticed Eric was a bit young to be driving and had blown their damn
horn.  That had rattled him so much it was a wonder that he hadn't swerved off
the whole highway instead of the right side slipping onto the shoulder for a
few moments.  Shit, I was pretty rattled myself.

I didn't argue with him when he complaining about feeling tired and wanted to
quit.  Eric had only driven for about forty minutes, but he had been
concentrating on the road with such intensity that he was pretty worn out. 

Once I was back behind the wheel, I peeled out and took us a little over 100
mph until I spotted the truck.  I floored it and blew the horn in one long
continuous blast, flying past the truck like it was standing still.  If I
hadn't been prepared to grab control of the driver's arms and hands, the truck
would have gone off the road for sure.

Once the truck was well behind us, I slowed down to a more normal speed and
looked over at Eric to see how he was doing.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw a little of that sparkle back in his eyes.
And after we exchanged jokes about the driver's parentage, I didn't mind
driving in silence while he slept the rest of the trip.

His mom and dad came out to help him with his stuff as soon as we got there,
and I couldn't help but feel a bit relieved to pull out of the driveway a few
minutes later.  While I had welcomed his presence on our venture to the
college, I also was relieved to feel the responsibility for his safety lifted
off my shoulders.

But I felt oddly ill-at-ease driving home.  I knew the problems I hadn't faced
before running to play scientist at the college were still around, and if
anything else, I was even less prepared to deal with them than when I had left.
Ever since James had taken off with the bikers, I started feeling very
uncertain about what I felt was good for other people.  I even considered Joey
being right about just making people happy with whatever I needed them to do
instead of offering something in exchange and giving them the choice to do it
or not.

But in my heart I knew the only life worth living was the one where you made
your own decisions and choose your own paths, even if they always turned out to
be the wrong ones.

I pulled into my spot in the garage and felt a little down when I found no one
at home to greet me.  After I unloaded my stuff into the house, I went through
a pile of messages and made a few phone calls.  A few minutes after hanging up,
Mom called to say she would be home around nine after finishing an important
business deal.  When I attempted to chit chat, she apologized before telling me
she couldn't talk and had to go.

When I realized she had hung up I stared at the handset for a moment before
placing it in its cradle.  Back in the old days, she had always put everything
else on hold just to talk to me on the phone.  But back then I had no one but
her to talk to, and she always felt bad about never being there when I came
home from school.  And I admit there were times I really needed her to be there
to wipe my tears away or answer the strange questions I always seemed to have.

And that made me to think about how Joey's mom had always been there when my
own mom couldn't be.  I'll never forget the time back in third grade she...
er, okay.  So I don't remember exactly what Joey and I wanted to do.  But after
she played it like she was going to say no, she surprised us by not only giving
us the money so we could do it, but offered to take us there too.  

At the time, this _thing_ Joey and I needed to do or get seemed so important to
us that when Joey gave her a kiss and hug, I did too.  And the part I'll never
forget was how she hugged us both at the same time, making her chirpy giggling
sounds she always made when giving Joey his home from school hug.  I had made
fun of that giggle before that day once when Joey and I were having an
argument.  After stirring up these memories and thinking about how much I cared
about her, I'd give almost anything just to hear that giggle in my ear one last
time.

Anyway, I spent about a half an hour stewing about how I had never verbally
thanked her except when my mother had reminded me, and finally took a deep
breath and dialed the number.  I nearly hung up when Joey answered the phone,
and after I had told him it was me, his reply made me wish I had.

I'm not going to try and reconstruct that minute while he used his deep
personal knowledge of my soul to hurt me over the phone.  When I managed to
hang it up, I was sitting on the floor shaking with grief.  It was as if I had
lost him all over again.

I sought out Suzi's mind and was about to gently make my presence known when
her mind momentarily recalled the moment she had told Brandon of her newly
realized love for him.  Despite her promises and intentions, my absence and
Joey's need for some 'space' had finally taken their toll on her love for us.
Suzi went through a week of hell after realizing she had formed the same strong
feelings for Brandon as she had felt for Joey and I.  And it had all come down
to the fact neither of us was there to help her through that week, while
Brandon was.

I was at an all time low at that point.  Well, not really an all time low since
I didn't have any serious thoughts of committing suicide.  But even while I had
been Steven's prisoner, I had never doubted that Suzi, Joey, my parents, and
others needed me simply because of the love we had shared.

So for the first time in my life, I felt completely alone.  No one to turn to
for emotional support.  I know things were not truly that way.  Suzi, my mom,
or probably any number of people would have dropped everything and rushed over
that moment if they had known how lonely I felt.  But I was depressed, and when
you're depressed, you tend to overlook things that may seem very obvious later.

I spent two long hours in my room, twirling the baseball card Joey had given to
me with his heart while every once in a while inhaling the faint sweet Suzi
smell from a sweater she had left in my car almost a year ago.  

And for a moment I found myself thinking "So this is what it feels like to have
your heart broken in three."

Then after a fit of tears, I had another moment of rational thought.  Something
like "Now I know how Eric felt.." which only added the extra weight of the
regrets I had concerning James.  

I must have cried myself to sleep, for the next thing I knew, the twins were
dragging me out of bed.   They were so excited to see me after the two months,
I had a hard time knowing which twin was which.

So after the three of us got caught up on a month full of kisses, I was almost
feeling cheery.  But I couldn't shake the dead feeling in my heart, and after
their enthusiasm wore off, they shared my sorrow and helped me work out some of
my pain.

Not even flying to school in Midge for the first time the next morning could
make the dread I was feeling go away.  I knew there was no way I could avoid
literally having it out with Joey, and the sooner I got it over with the sooner
I would feel better.  And similarly the sooner Suzi and I talked face to face
so I could give my blessing to her finding a new lover, the sooner Suzi could
stop worrying how hurt I would be when I found out.

Okay. I admit I love showing off.  And I really loved showing off Midge.  I had
dreamed of flying Midge to school since the day I got her.  But as I felt the
eyes of my fellow students watch me descend towards them, any kind of pleasure
I could have gained from the moment was destroyed by the person who first
recognized the noise and whose eyes had been the first to see me.

I felt so ashamed of my... pettiness.  I suddenly realized how arrogant it was
flying to school in my personal helicopter.  It was one of those moments that
everyone has when they wished they could just turn invisible.  Of course I
could in a sense do just that, but the one person who I wished hadn't seen me
had already seen straight through me.

The disgust on Joey's face made me shiver as I sat Midge on the ground near the
school's back lot.  I never even noticed the huge crowd around me as Joey gave
me his most hatred look from ten feet away.  I was paralyzed the moment our
eyes had locked on each other's, and I didn't move a muscle until he was
walking away at a calm pace, flicking me off once in such a way that no one but
I would have picked up on it.

The five minute bell rang a few moments later, dispersing the crowd for me.
Just as I was coming to my senses, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard
a friendly voice say, "Are you okay?"

John had to repeat his question before I released the breath I hadn't realized
I had been holding the whole time.

"No, not really," I said.  "But I'm glad to see I still have one friend around
here."

John blinked at my statement, then said, "What do you mean?  You have more
friends than all of the zits I've ever had.  And I've had a lot of zits."

I couldn't help but grin at him, then shook the numbness from my body and
climbed out of Midge's cockpit.

John eagerly helped me secure Midge's blades and asked a thousand questions
about her since he had never seen anything like her before.  John had a thing
for anything collectable.  Coins and stamps were his two main things, but he
also had a fancy for things like antique automobiles and ships of combat of all
eras.  Midge certainly didn't fit into the ships of combat, but she certainly
had that collectable quality about her.

I think I did jump when Suzi's voice suddenly said hello behind me.  I had
become so involved in talking about Midge with John, I had completely dropped
my guard and hadn't noticed her walk across the parking lot towards us.

There was a moment of hesitation on both our parts before we finally did manage
to give each other a hug.  Just smelling her and feeling her against me was too
much for my broken heart to take.  So instead of the warm and calm discussion I
had envisioned having with her, a tear formed and fell, followed by a second,
then a third.  Once they had started, there was no stopping the rest.

In moments our hug became a tearfest.  Several times I attempted to tell her,
but she couldn't make any sense of what I was saying.  She too was crying,
believing she had betrayed me and that she was the sole cause of my grief.

Apparently I had completely missed Suzi telling John to get Joey, so when
Joey's cold voice said, "How the mighty have fallen," every muscle in my body
went stiff.  Joey had been at least twenty feet away when he had said it, but I
had heard it as loud and clearly as if he had said it in my ear.  And I swear
it echoed around in my mind for moments after he said it too.

"What's the matter?  Can't bear to look at your _old_ buddy?" Joey said a
moment later.

The pure hatred in his voice stabbed deep into my heart, and I opened my eyes
to find Joey's intense gaze seemingly attempting to burn a hole through me.  I
will never understand how anyone could hate me that much while still being able
to remember everything we had done together.

Suzi got over her shock first and said, "Joey, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing.  It's what had been taken out of me you should be asking about."

"I..." Suzi started but never finished as she became completely confused.

"Aren't you going to say something?  Buddy old pal?" Joey sneered.  "Why don't
you tell them about how you hid my true feelings from me.  How you programmed
me to be your ideal best friend.  How you turned me into your puppet, your
unquestioning partner in whatever your 'conscience' allowed you to do."

"Joey!  Stop this right now!" Suzi cried.  "You can't possible make me believe
Tim would ever.."

"It's true," I said softly but plainly.  "That's what I've been trying to tell
you."

Suzi's shocked expression brought the tears back to my eyes, but I overrode my
nervous system and blocked any more tear signals from reaching their targets.

Suzi finally had to shake her head attempting to clear her mind of her
colliding thoughts.  She looked back and forth between Joey and I, then sighed
and said, "Okay.  What's going on?"

Her voice was so calm and open, Joey and I both found ourselves staring at her
instead of each other.

"Come on.  I know you two better than this.  Joey, you know whatever Tim did
wasn't to control you or make you his 'puppet'."

Then to me, Suzi said, "Is this why you ran off to play college boy?  Something
you did that you couldn't face telling us about?"

When she saw it in my face, Suzi started getting angry.  "Damnit Tim!  After
everything we have been through, you still haven't learned that you can't keep
these things to yourself!  I wouldn't hide anything from either of you two even
if I could.  Why can't you..."

This time the look on my face told her more than what she wanted to know.  Suzi
and I were both kneeling on the ground with my head being held against her
chest.  Or at least had been until that moment.  When her arms went limp and
fell to her sides, I felt I was not longer welcome in her space, and promptly
scuttered away.

John found himself the only one who wasn't overcome by their emotions.  Joey,
Suzi and I had formed a sort of triangle, none of us saying anything or moving
except for our eyes passing from one to the other.

I surprised myself by being the first to break the silence by saying I was
sorry, and that I still loved them both more than anything in the universe.
When neither of them said anything, I sighed the deepest sigh I have ever made
my entire life, then stood up and walked away.

No one followed me or called out my name as I continued walking past the doors
of the school, and as far as I know, no one attempted to follow me even after I
had walked off school property and made my way up the road.

I walked for hours, not really caring where I was going.  But things had become
a little clearer by the time I found myself back at the school's entrance.  I
hadn't lost them forever.  They still had all their memories and feelings of
everything we had had.  I felt my heart lighten a little when I realized Suzi
had been right, and now that they both knew, given time we might just work
things out.

As I was making my way towards my locker, the bell rang, flooding the halls
with people.  For some reason I wasn't surprised at all when Brad suddenly was
walking beside me. 

He said, "I heard you were back.  Did you get a lot of college pussy?"

I raised my eyebrows at his directness, and found him completely serious
without any concern for how crude he sounded.

"Well?" he said, indicating he expected a serious answer.

"Yeah, I got some."

"I wish you had asked me to go with you," he stated point blank.  "I would have
loved fucking a few college sluts.  Promise you'll take me next time, 'kay?"

We reached my locker, but instead of opening it, I turned to Brad with a frown
and said, "You're serious, aren't you."

"Fuck, yeah.  Why wouldn't I be, man?  And you have to admit I would have been
a hell of a lot more fun than those two queers you took with you.  Shit, Tim.
Why did you take them?  I know you didn't take them to.."

The anger in my eyes stopped him from finishing his sentence, but he had his
mind set on getting me to supply him with some "fresh pussy."

"So..  er, are you going on any more field trips?" he asked after I finished
spinning the combination lock's dial.

"Maybe.  But I was thinking more about starting my own little college right
here, enrolling only the sexiest and most desirable students I could get my
mind on.  After seeing how well LeAnne has done, I figured there should be a
university for sluts.  I don't suppose you know anyone who has experience in
ordering women around and fucking them like animals, do you?"

"Awe man!  Yeah I do!  ME!" Brad said with urgency.  But then he saw the grin I
was trying to suppress, and gave me a shove saying "Oh, fuck you, man!  You're
such a faggot.  I bet you didn't even fuck any pussy while you were surrounded
by it."

I slammed the locker door shut a little harder than I intended, then looked at
Brad straight in the eye and said, "We need to have another talk."

He actually felt a little concerned over that, but quickly turned his thoughts
to the prospect that I may just grant him what he wished.

I changed the subject a little and asked how his sister was.

"Great, man.  Ever since Ted moved out of town, I've been in fucking seventh
heaven.  And she's growing tits finally too.  We're hoping they get as big as
moms.  Hey!  Why don't you come over today and we can fuck her together.  She's
been a bit restless ever since Ted left.  And without you around...  Well..."

Brad was all of sudden stalling, not wanting to tell me something he wasn't so
sure I would want to hear.  While he hadn't bothered to stick around to chat
after I had landed in Midge, he hadn't been so self absorbed to not notice the
looks between Joey and I were not exactly friendly.  So he wasn't so sure about
how I would take knowing he had invited Joey over a few times to fuck his
sister.

"It's okay, Brad.  No matter how strange Joey acts around me, he's still the
same Joey where everyone else is concerned.  At least I think...  Uhm, I'm
pretty sure you can trust him.  But just to be on the safe side, don't lend her
out to him.  I'm not sure if he could resist reliving some of the things he did
as Joseph if you weren't around to protect her."

"Shit, man," Brad said sincerely. "Is it really that bad?"

When I couldn't look at him to reply, he put his arm around my shoulder and
said, "I'm sorry man.  Lets just forget about the college thing for now and go
fuck some high school pussy.  That will take your mind off things."

To my surprise, I found his suggestion extremely attractive.  And when I
thought about hearing Julie's moans again, I surprised Brad by asking if he had
anyone in particular who he wanted to fuck.

"Well, there is this one chick, but you wouldn't go for her."

"Oh?  Why not?"

"She isn't in high school yet."

"Brad.." I said stopping in my tracks, "We REALLY need to talk."

When we finally arrived at the door of what had always been OUR room, I found
myself unable to even unlock it.  So we just went next door to the drawing room
which hadn't been used since before Joey and I had been kidnapped by Steven.

Brad started getting very nervous, realizing I wasn't going to be very happy
with some of the things he had been doing with Sandi.  Actually, he was more
nervous about me making him stop his plans and activities more than me being
upset with him.  He for some reason felt that because he and John had been in
that first five-way several years before, I was obligated to keep them happy.
But he was starting to realize that wasn't exactly why I had been doing things
for them.

So once we were sitting down, I told him straight out to spill it, and not to
leave anything out because I would know if he was holding back.

Not only had he been taking a few extra liberties by sharing his sister with a
few of his buddies, but he also had been using Sandi to get looks at some of
her friends.  He had even reached the point where he had rigged a video camera
to videotape Sandi and two of her friends as they compared their growing bodies
in the bathroom, and Sandi had managed to tape three of her friends
masturbating, each on a separate occasion.  Brad had become obsessed with this
one girl named Karen, and had already taken some steps towards fucking her.

After Sandi had talked Karen into frigging herself in her presence, Brad had
spent a month watching them from Sandi's closet as Sandi slowly took Karen
further and further.  Last week, Sandi had introduced Karen to her first dildo,
and just the day before, Karen watched through the crack of Brad's unshut door
as he jerked himself off.  Brad and Sandi planned on repeating the encounter at
least three more times before he confronted her and hopefully get her to try
jerking him off herself.

And Brad had even already picked out the next girl once Karen had been brought
into the fucking circle.  He knew Brenda would be a lot harder since she was
only ten, but just thinking of her naked bare crotch sliding up and down on his
cock made him ready to shoot his load.

At first I was angry with him, and even threatened him with enslaving him to
show what it was like.  But then I started doubting myself, especially when I
found out that the entire idea had been Sandi's and not his, and she had
basically talked him into to doing it.  His conscience and lust were having a
tug-of-war, and with Sandi's help, his lust had been winning.

Brad admitted he sort of hoped I would solve his problem by taking him and
Sandi to college where he could work out his growing lust out on real women
instead of little girls.  But I knew that Brad would probably never out grow
the fetish I had inadvertently allowed him to form.  He would always desire to
have sex with preadolescent girls.

We talked for a while, and I suppose he did a lot more listening than talking
since I had a lot on my chest I needed to unload.  I poured my heart out to
him, but while he was sympathetic to my problems, he couldn't help feel a bit
annoyed that he had to sit through it when he had his own problems that to him
were far more important.

I admit that I probably told him a lot more than was necessary, but I couldn't
excuse it when I found him fantasizing about having sex with a hairless
crotched college woman instead of listening to me.

If you hadn't figured it out yet, Brad had become a bit self-centered.  He was
full of himself, having this idea that he was so good looking and was such a
great lover than any girl or woman wouldn't resist having sex with him because
of his charms and sexy body.

And to be honest with you, Brad was probably the nicest looking guy in the
school.  But his attitude always turned the girls off.  Brad made it obvious he
expected them to do whatever he said in order to grant them the privilege of
having sex with him.  He felt the only reason he hadn't actually fucked more
than three high school girls was because he found they weren't as good as his
own sister.

That's when I realized the source of all these problems was his sister's
obedience and desire to fulfill his every whim.  I wondered if Sandi was ready
to be given her freedom yet, seeing there wasn't really any better way to bring
Brad down from his lofty perception of himself.

"Brad, I'm going to have to think about this, and the bell is about to ring.  I
can't miss fourth hour.  Promise me you won't try seducing any other little
girls, and I won't make you stop with Karen.  I only say this because you
haven't forced her to do anything.  But I warn you right now.  If you do
anything that Karen doesn't want, Sandi will become MY responsibility, and MY
slave.  Got it?"

"Hey! She's my sister. You couldn't make her leave me, no matter what you do to
her mind."

"Look, man," I said imitating him.  "You're starting to get under my skin."
Then I sighed and said, "Come on Brad.  I'm your friend, but I'm also
responsible for Sandi just as much as you are.  And I'm responsible for you too
when it comes to using Sandi like this.  Just promise me you won't make Karen
do anything she doesn't like, and we'll just leave it at that.  No threats,
okay dude?"

Brad looked at me with a steady gaze for a minute, then relaxed and said, "Yeah
dude.  I promise.  I guess I can't blame you for being a little uptight today."

The bell rang as I was shutting the door behind us, then watched Brad walk away
again.  His walk somehow looked less arrogant to me than it had before.  I
admired Brad's confidence in himself, and sort of wished I could be so blinded
by my ego not to see how things truly were.  And Brad did have a sexy body, and
that included his virgin ass.

I stopped at the water fountain in an attempt to get rid of the dryness I felt
in my throat.  Fourth hour was the only class Joey and I had together that
semester, and while I didn't want to go because he would be there, I couldn't
skip it and look like I was chicken to face him.

But while I was at the water fountain, I found a hand rubbing my crotch and a
female body pressing itself against my back. 

"Hi ya, sexy," Julie's voice said in my ear.

I turned around intending to take her in my arms and give her a monster hello
kiss, but had to change that to a hug and a quick kiss since Ben was standing
right behind her.

"Whoah!" Julie said with pleasure. "I think someone is glad to be home!"

"Shit. You don't know the half of it," I said with a calm seriousness.  Then I
smiled and said, "But I'm even more glad to see you.  And you too Ben.  Like
the beard, by the way.  Makes you look ol.."

A wave of coldness pass through me as I felt Joey's eyes on me.  Thankfully he
kept walking past us, but Julie and Ben noticed Joey's middle finger aimed in
my direction, and after he entered our classroom, they both gave me a
questioning look.

"Look, uhm.. I can't be late to class, and I have...  We'll just talk later,
okay?  I need to get this over with."

I just walked away from the stunned couple, instantly forgetting all about them
as I approached the doorway to hell.

I felt his eyes on me as soon as I crossed the threshold.  "Oh God," I thought
to myself. "I forgot he sits right behind me in this class."

"Hey," I said with faked cheeriness.

"Hey," he replied with unmasked coldness.

I sat down in an almost panic, then I kicked myself for showing how much this
was getting to me.

With him a seat behind me, not only could I feel every negative emotion he was
experiencing towards me, but all of my other senses seemed to be keyed on
picking his every movement up.  I could hear every breath he took, feel his
eyes burning holes in my head, and I swear sometimes I could even hear him
blink.

The worse part of it was, I also knew he was reading every thought passing
through my head.  But if I blocked his access to reading my thoughts, that
would have cut my only hope of someday having him as a friend again.

Joey startled me when he said, "Suzi told me about her and Brandon."

"Yeah.  I knew she would."

"It sucks," he said honestly.  "I still.."

When he didn't finish, I said, "Yeah.  So do I."

"We talked for long time on the parking lot.  She's pissed at you because you
didn't trust us.  But...  Fuck.  She wouldn't let me go without..."

"What?" I said, turning around.

"Don't make me look at your fucken face," he said with a surge of anger.  "This
is hard enough without having to look at you."

I turned around so fast, I hurt my knee on a metal part of the desk.  The
teacher had started class, but the only thing I was listening to was Joey's
breathing as he tried to calm down.  And that wasn't easy considering my heart
was pounding in my ears.

Finally he said in a low voice, "Suzi made me think it out about what you did
to me.  I know she's right about..  why you did it and shit.

"But I can't just stop hating you. GOD!  I hate the way you look, the way you
talk, the way you think you're so much better and wiser than everyone else.
But I also can't ignore you have been my best friend for most of my life, and I
know you didn't plant those memories or alter my perception of how I see
things.

"What I'm trying to say is...  Shit.  It's a lot harder to stop hating than it
is to start.  As long as you don't try to tell me what I can and can't do, I'll
try and keep my feelings under control."

"Joey?" I said surprising myself at how steady my voice sounded.

"What?"

"If Suzi and Brandon don't work out...  Do you think you will want her back?"

"You know I do."

"Then..." I said closing my eyes, pausing as the pair of tears ran down my
face.  "Then I won't try to patch things up with her.  It would be better if
only one of us tries."

I heard the old familiar softness in his voice as he said, "Agreed," and that
made me smile a little for just a moment.

We didn't say anything else to each other for the rest of the period, or even
the rest of the week.  But the silence didn't hold the tension I had expected.
I was just as uncomfortable in his presence as I had been earlier, but at least
I knew he was fighting the waves of hatred and anger we both felt inside him.
We knew it was just a matter of time.

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I don't normally do this, but I believe many people will be upset with the way
my tale has headed.  I wish to assure everyone that things works out for the
best.  However, this doesn't mean the three of us got married and live in the
same mansion.  In fact, I will tell you right now that apart from visiting the
states to attend Margaret's (Joey's mom) funeral a year and a half ago, I
haven't seen them with my own eyes for over three years.

I tell you all this not to depress you, but maybe to give you a push in telling
someone who has played an important role in your life how much you appreciated
their love.  I never told her, and I will regret it the rest of my life.

Oh, by the way.  Water pistols.  The neighborhood was at war, and Joey and I
needed some better artillery.  The woman I had at times called "mom" bought us
four of the best water guns we could find.  We were the only kids on the block
with a gun for each hand that didn't run out of ammo every ten squirts.  Hmm..
Joey can't remember who won the war either.  I guess it just wasn't important,
even back then.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 2 - Sex is for friends, Love is for Lovers.
(mfm)

"Hi," Eric said the next morning as I got out of my car at school.

"Hi," I echoed.  "Your mom miss you so much she didn't let you come to school
yesterday?"

"No, nothing like that," he said looking at me with that 'I want a hug' look.

I gave him the hug, finding myself needing it just about as much as he had.  I
could also sense something different about Eric's grief for James.  The
pressure inside Eric's heart had been relieved considerably, and I realized
what Eric had done all day yesterday was to have finally cried.

As the hug was winding down, a couple of freshmen that I not surprisingly
didn't know walked by, whispering and glancing at us like a pair of ignorant
twerps.  Just to give them something to actually talk about, I gave Eric a kiss
on the forehead while they watched, making them hurry away embarrassed more
than anything else.

Eric let go with a weak smile, then asked, "You going to first hour?"

"Yeah.  Higgs and I talked after school yesterday.  I told him everything that
happened, and then he had me give back the keys to the rooms on the third
floor.  He wants me to stop cutting class so I get my mind back into normal
things, and the rooms upstairs would only make that more difficult."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?  Where do you think I usually went when I skipped
class?  I'm not saying I'm happy about it, but he's right.  And I kind of want
to get back to the simple life of just worrying about my grades and shit like
that, you know?"

"I guess," he lied.

He held the door open for me, then followed me into the building.  I felt his
mind worrying about something, and finally felt him decide to ask about it.

"Does this mean we won't mess around together any more?" he asked with his
voice full of emotion.

"Of course not.  Eric, right now, you're probably the only person I want to
'mess around' with."

"Huh?  What about Suzi?"

I felt my eyes water, and I had to take a deep breath to stop the sobbing sound
I felt building up in my gut.  Before I could get it together enough to answer
him, a distraction presented itself.

"Tim!  Timmy!" a female squeal called.

I turned to find Becky's glowing face coming towards me, then I saw another
face in the crowd lighten up when they saw me.  It was kind of a neat moment to
find two different girls who I had virtually forgotten all about excited to see
me like that.

"Hi, Becky," I said, accepting her hug graciously.  

I immediately started to say "Hi Sheryl," but only got the hi out before she
pressed her lips against mine and gave me a nice wet kiss.

"Whew!" I said when she pulled off.

I felt Becky's feelings were a little hurt from Sheryl's show of affection,
having intended to be the one giving me a nice welcome home.  She simply wasn't
sure what to do or say.

So I winked at Sheryl while giving her a miniature orgasm, then turned to Becky
and said, "Do you have a kiss for your old master too?"

It took a moment for her to comprehend real the meaning of my words, but before
she could answer I had already pressed my lips against hers.

You could say I was a bit surprised to find her unresponsive to my kiss, and
then I found her gently pushing me away.

So I stopped and apologized immediately.

"That's okay," Becky said turning a little red.  "It's just that I'm seeing
someone now and, er, I.."

"I understand," I said smiling.  "Oh, uhm, Sheryl, this is Becky, Becky,
Sheryl.  And I would like you to both meet Eric.. Eric?" I said looking around.

"Excuse me a sec," I said, spotting his head going down the hall away from me.

"ERIC!" I called over the sea of heads.

He stopped and let me to catch up with him before continuing to walk in the
direction he had been going.

"Hey," I said, taking a hold of his shoulder and stopping him.  "What's the
matter?"

"What's the matter?!" he said, barely containing his emotion.  "Just say it and
get it over with!"

"Say what?" I said, feeling his grief rise another notch.

"Just say its over so I can go.... go...  die somewhere!" he said with a sob.

"ERIC!" I said exasperated.  "It's not over!  It will never be over!  I love
you, man, and right now that's all I got!  Joey hates my guts and Suzi's found
someone else...  If I didn't have you, I'd...  I'd be the one dying
somewhere.."

"But.. But..  What about them?" he said, nodding over at the two girls who were
commenting to each other while watching us.

"Oh, Eric.  They're friends.  That's all.  Friends that I've had special
moments with, but nothing like what we've had.  You have to realize that I've
been going to this school for two, shit, almost three years, and that now that
I'm back, I'm going to want to get to know them again.  But right now, you're
the most important person in my life.  Okay?"

"Okay... I'm sorry.  Guess I just was afraid I would lose you too..."

"Come on.  Let me introduce you to them before we have to get to class," I
said.

As we made our way back to them, I added, "Eric, you know I like girls.  I like
having sex with them, I like loving them.  And apart from you and Joey, I've
never have been interested in having sex with guys.  But I'll let you fuck my
ass all day and night, then fuck yours anyway you want.  Hell, if you get me
into the right mood, I might.. might just have some really dirty sex with you.
But that's because I'm attracted to your soul, your personality, your mind, not
your body.  You understand?"

"Yeah.  I guess I already knew that.  It's just been hard... You know."

"Believe me, Eric," I thought to him.  "I _know_"

It was a day of mixed feelings for me.  All day long, people I hadn't seen for
four or even nine months would stop me in the hall and say hi, what's up, and
the like.  While I didn't get any more kisses like Sheryl had given me, I did
get a lot of hugs and friendly pats on the back.

All of the ex-slaves still wore their rings, even though the crystals had all
turned black.  Suzi had told them all to free themselves the day after Joey and
I had been kidnapped and before leaving with my and her parents to go into
hiding.  After Suzi came back to school that fall without any memory of Joey or
I, they all had dug their rings out and wore them to remind themselves they may
be the only ones who remembered us.

I hadn't realized how many people had been affected by our disappearance and
the strange look and behavior of Suzi during the first week of school.  If Brad
and John hadn't gotten the nerve up to go see my mom, a lot of my friends would
have been constantly worried that they would be next to disappear or something.

While everyone had gotten over all that and were genuinely happy to see me
again, I could feel their concern to stay.. uninvolved with me.  Even though
most people didn't know about my abilities, anyone who I knew by name had found
out enough about the kidnapping to see that anyone close to me could be in
danger of being kidnapped as well.

I had no intentions of starting the ring slaves again, but I was a little hurt
when I discovered only Sheryl was interested in doing it again.  In fact,
Sheryl was the one who brought the subject up, and tried to talk me into
starting a new group of slaves.  Her brother had gone off to college, and
without her pet, she found herself desiring the unique sexual contact that had
come out of being one of my slaves.

So after a week of trying to play it by the rules, between feeling Eric's lust
returning and Sheryl making every attempt to turn me on, I finally gave in and
"borrowed" a key to the room and asked Sheryl and Eric to meet me there after
first hour.

I was surprised to find them in a kiss when I reached the third floor.  I
instantly made myself invisible to their minds, and watched them as they broke
apart.

"That wasn't bad, but he doesn't usually lick my teeth like that," Eric said.

"Really?  He always does that to me.  How does he kiss you?" Sheryl responded.

"Uhm, well," he said, hesitantly moving his mouth towards her.

I watched with amusement as they took turns trying to imitate my kiss.  The
thing they couldn't know was I had long integrated using my abilities to
determine what they like in a kiss the most.  Everyone was a little different,
and so I kissed everyone differently.

They actually were getting lost in their kissing, and as I watched, I was
pleasantly surprised when Eric broke off and started kissing down her chin and
neck.

Sheryl pressed her crotch against his and tilted her head back to give him
greater access to her neck.  I think both Sheryl and I were holding our breath
to see if he would go for her breasts.

Eric was just about to do it when all of a sudden he recognized the scent of my
cologne.

His eyes opened up and he looked around, then as Sheryl was about to complain
he said, "Okay, Tim.  I know you're here somewhere.  Come out, come out,
wherever you are."

I appeared in front of them with a big grin on my face, startling Sheryl, but
not phasing Eric.

"How did you know?" Sheryl asked him while I opened the door.

"Tim's not the only one who can sense things.  I can feel a hardon from twenty
feet away," he lied.

"Well, I may not be able to do it from twenty feet, but I can sense one big one
right now," she said, grinding her crotch against his.

"Uh.." he stammered.

"Why don't you two get in here and do it for real instead of pretending," I
said, pulling the bed out of the sofa.

Eric took that opportunity to break away from Sheryl, then walked up behind me
while I was leaning over to fix a sheet corner on the bed.  I expected him to
press his crotch or hand against my ass, but instead he surprised me by
nibbling my left ass cheek.

"Shit, Eric," I said after falling on the bed in surprise.

"See?  I told you I could get him to lay down first," he teased Sheryl.

Sheryl got this funny look in her eye, then walked seductively over to Eric and
put her face into his to say, "That means you're next," before she gave each
cheek a wet lick.

Without touching him with anything but her tongue, Sheryl successfully turned
him around and made him fall on his back onto the bed beside me before Eric
knew what was happening.

Sheryl was really feeling turned on by the idea of seducing the gay boy into
fucking her, and I kind of liked the idea myself.

So I flashed Sheryl a quick image of her getting fucked both ways at the same
time, and I immediately saw she was agreeable to it, especially since she had
hoped for something like that in the first place.

But Eric had other ideas.  Before Sheryl or I could form a strategy to make
that happen, Eric started kissing my neck while rubbing my chest, slipping his
hand lower and lower until it was rubbing my crotch.

I gave Sheryl a glancing shrug as Eric rolled me towards him and latched his
lips to mine.  My empathic senses were flooding me with his arousal, and I
wasn't even aware of closing my eyes and joining in to his kiss.

Just like the last time Eric and I had made out in that room, my empathic
senses were making my own lusts and desires match his.  In a way, I was
helpless against Eric's stronger than average emotions.  When Eric's hand
pulled my cock out of my pants, I was doing the same to his the next instant.
If it hadn't been for Sheryl distracting us by pulling both of our pants off, I
think we would have been sucking each other off a moment later.

But Sheryl's nude body began wedging us apart, and that seemed to balance my
emotions to where I was in control again.  And while Sheryl did her best to get
Eric to kiss her again, I found my dick wedging up against her lower back.

I was just starting to wedge my fingers up against her rose when Eric suddenly
got up and with a frowning look to Sheryl, he walked to the other side of the
bed and started to lay down behind me.

Sheryl and I exchanged glances of defeat, then as she turned her body towards
me, I felt Eric's hardon brush between my shoulder blades right before he
started tugging on my shirt to take it off.

I allowed him to do it, then have his tummy a kiss before embracing Sheryl and
feeling her cunt slip over my dick.

Just as we started to instinctively hump, I felt Eric's hand part my ass
cheeks, then was surprised to feel his breath blowing in my crack.  I spread my
legs as best as I could being on my side, then nearly came inside Sheryl when I
felt his tongue graze my rose.

Of course the moment my ass relaxed after his stimulation, he inserted two of
his fingers and started leaning them to the side, directing me to role her on
her back so my ass was up in the air.

God Eric was good.  All the experience he had gained with James was giving him
the ability to control me like a toy.  His fingers directed me to start fucking
Sheryl, his fingers fucking my ass with my own strokes, and he easily slipped a
third finger in within minutes.

With the skill of a pro, he switched his fingers for his prick, and I didn't
even realize that until it sank deeper inside me than his fingers could.

Oh God that felt good.  I mean, yeah, the sex felt good, but I'm talking about
how good it felt to let someone else control the way I was pleasured.  I knew
Eric wouldn't betray the trust I had given him, and I wouldn't betray his trust
either.  As I had said to him many times, I neither required or objected to any
kind of sex with him because we had something greater than the physical kind of
love.  We had the kind that only soul mates could have, and even though we
still enjoyed the physical kind, it never really mattered as much as the other
did.

Eric was getting the hang of controlling me as we fucked.  He made it a sort of
game to use me to get Sheryl off, but ended up cumming before he could make me
make her, so I ended up doing it myself.

Sheryl had been disappointed when she hadn't been the one in the middle, so as
I began my power thrusts, I formed my invisible cock and received a lovely moan
as it plunged into her ass.

Her brother, Stan the dog as we now called him, probably would have enjoyed the
numerous occasions he had fucked his sister's ass if he hadn't been her slave
hound while he did it.  I realized that Stan's rape and the time spent with me
and Joey as our slave had really made their mark on her personality.  Since the
beginning of the school year, Sheryl had fucked around with seven different
guys, and at the time was still dating two of them, hoping to get them to try
having some three way fun.  I wouldn't call her a slut really, for she wasn't
looking for pure sex.  She had formed feeling for every one of those guys
before bonking their brains out.

But with me it was different.  The ring slave arrangement had provided everyone
with sex without the need for special feelings for their partners.  Oh, we were
friends and everything, and I did care about her in that sense, but Sheryl
simply wasn't really interested in anything beyond some free mindless sex.  Her
sexual appetite had been increased by her experience with Joey and I, and as
her cunt spasmed around my prick and we both came together, I found myself
seriously considering Sheryl's unspoken offer to become my slave for good.

As Sheryl recovered from her dual orgasm, I stayed hard and inside her as I
probed her mind deeper and deeper.  Sheryl finally noticed my intense gaze I
was giving her, and I felt her dropping any form of resistance within her mind
in case I did what she hoped I was considering.

But as I was probing, I had found many reasons not to take her right to choose
her own life away.  So I began reminding her of the dreams from her childhood
about finding someone to marry, having a family, dressing her children like she
had dressed her dolls, something she still did once in a while.  I made her
understand she might not get the chance to carry out those dreams because she
would only care about fulfilling her master's dreams, not her own.

When I saw her decision to keep her dreams, I let my dick go soft and gave her
a loving kiss.  I made sure she knew I liked her better as a friend, not my
devoted slave.

Eric was half asleep beside us by that time, but I knew he had wanted to cuddle
after he had quit, so once I gave Sheryl one last kiss, I asked her if she
would mind letting Eric and I have some private time.

I don't think Sheryl had understood my relationship with Eric until she watched
us holding each other as she dressed.  I had felt her confusion clear up as I
kissed Eric like she had once seen me kiss Suzi, and left a little disturbed
thinking I had lost my interests in women since it was she and not Eric who was
leaving.

"Eric?"

"What, lover?"

"Have I changed a lot since summer camp?"

"Yeah, you're nice and big," he teased, fondling my limp cock.

"I didn't mean physically," I said, giving his semi hard one a squeeze.

"I knew what you meant," he said as he continued to play with my own semi hard
dick.

"Well?"

"I don't know.  In some ways I guess you're different, but only in good ways as
far as I can see."

"Like?"

"Like, uhm...  Like how you don't use your powers to get girls and stuff
anymore.  And you don't try and hide how you feel about me in front of others.
James and I never kissed in public, but you give me pecks all the time."

"Oh.." I said, having found what he said the opposite of what I had hoped.  "So
you think I'm more queer than I used to be."

"No..." Eric said, giving me a concerned look.  "I only meant you seem...
wiser, or more grown up.  You're not afraid of showing how you feel about me
because you know who and what you are, and don't give a damn about what others
think.

"And I know you still like girls, not guys, so don't give me that going queer
shit," he scolded.  "I guess you just don't... show off like you used to." 

"Shit, Eric.  When did you get so wise yourself?"

"It's not me, really.  My mom keeps telling me I shouldn't be afraid to let
people know who I really am.  I was kind of repeating some of what my mom keeps
telling me I should do, and the last time she said it, it made me think of how
what she was talking about was just like you."

"Then your mom is a pretty wise woman, just like her lovable son," I said,
kissing his lips.

"Have I changed that much?"

"Eric, you've changed in ways I wouldn't have believed back then.  I mean, look
at us.  We've been laying here naked for what?  Twenty minutes maybe?  You
never could have laid next to another male without having tried to suck them
once back then.  You've matured so much.  But you're still the Eric I fell in
love with.  But now you're Eric the lover, not Eric the cock sucker."

"Oh yeah?" he said as he began kissing his way down my body.  "I can still be a
cock sucker when I want to be."

I sighed a happy sigh as he tenderly began his version of my favorite of the
twins' techniques.  I was happy mostly because he had been right about me.  And
just to prove it didn't bother me anymore to the both of us, I moved so we were
in a 69 position and began licking his helmeted member enthusiastically.

Not even Joey's hatred and anger he always flooded my empathic senses in fourth
hour could sour the good mood I was in.  Of course the fact that we were on
opposite sides of the room probably helped me retain my mood considerably. Joey
and I had discovered we couldn't concentrate in class with him sitting behind
me, and had convinced the teacher to let us trade seats with two of the other
students. 

After school, I found Suzi waiting for me with Eric out by my car without
Brandon anywhere to be seen.  I was nearly ecstatic with the hopes she broken
up with him and wanted to make up with me.

"Hi," I said to her, pausing before we gave each other a kiss on the cheeks.

"Could I get a ride home?  Brandon had an orthodontist appointment right after
school, and I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Sure," I said, not letting my disappointment show.  "As long as you don't mind
Eric hearing it."

"Oh, I think I can trust him to keep a secret," she said, playing with his long
hair.  "I mean, after all.  How would he be able to face all his gay friends if
they knew he had lost his virginity to a girl?" she teased.

"What gay friends?" Eric said rather oddly as he got in the back seat.

Suzi and I exchanged looks, and for a moment I forgot about the distance we had
placed between us.  But after she got in and I shut the door, I felt the
distance return from the way she had pulled her skirt down to cover her knees.

"How are you and Joey doing?" she asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"As best as can be expected, I guess.  Did you hear about our... little
argument?"

"Argument?  You mean your fist fight, don't you?" Suzi sighed.  "What started
it anyway?"

"Don't ask," Eric said seriously.

"It's all right, Eric," I said, knowing he just didn't want me to get upset.
"Joey said something about how Eric had turned me into a fag, and I stupidly
tried to argue with him."

It had been the first time Joey had actually got me to stand up to his bad
mouthing me during lunch, and if it hadn't been for Eric getting between us and
reminding Joey how much trouble he would be in if he started another fight, I
truly think I would have lost control of myself and beaten the shit out of him.
Even though I had never let it show, Joey's insults and ridicules had been
having an effect on me.  I was starting to lose ground to my desire of patching
it up with him somehow, having the first hints of developing a similar hatred
and anger towards him as he consistently demonstrated his own towards me.

"Oh..." Suzi said with a feeling of putting her foot in her mouth.

"Suz, what was it you wanted to talk about?" I said after a minute or two of
silence.

"I'm not sure if I want to talk about it now," she said honestly.  "It just
doesn't seem right to ask you for something."

"Whatever it is, I'll do it," I said anxiously.  "You know I'd do anything for
you."

"I know...  But this different because it would be... helping Brandon and me."

"I'll still do it," I said happily as my heart sunk.  "No matter what it is."

"Well.." Suzi hesitated, knowing I could only hide my real feelings in for so
long before it showed through if only a brief moment.

"Come on, Suzi!  Tell us," Eric said for me, playing with her long black hair
like she had with his.

"Okay, okay," she said giving a little grin at Eric.  "You know how he's
president of the student council and that he's on the varsity wrestling team?
That's how I got to know him.  LeAnne talked me into joining the student
council last year, and while I couldn't remember you and Joey, I signed up to
help out with the wrestling team.  Oh, and speaking of LeAnne, she wanted to
talk to you really bad, but I didn't know who she was talking about, so I
forgot about it until now.  You should give her a call, Timmy.  She sounded
pretty desperate."

"Okay.  I'll call her parents' house when I get home.  Go on."

"Uhm, let's see...  You know I told him how I felt about him a couple of days
before you got back, and that he told me he thought he loved me too.  I'm sorry
Timmy.  I can't ask you now.  It's too much to ask of you."

"Suzi, if you don't tell me, I'll just peek in your head and find out anyway.
But I'd rather you tell me though," I said truthfully.

She sighed, then looked out her window trying to decide.

Finally, she said, "Brandon doesn't want to have sex until he's married, and
that's fine with me.  But there's something else missing.  Something Brandon
and I haven't done together that made what you, Joey, and I had so much more
real and special that I can't...  Could you?...  Could you let Brandon and I...
have a two way?  Just once..  I'd never ask you again."

I was stunned.  She had been right about it being a lot to ask of me.  True, it
wasn't something I hadn't done before, for on several occasions I had given two
friends who were lovers the gift of having a private two way without me being
in the link itself.  But to do it for Suzi and Brandon...  How could I do that?

"Would Saturday night be okay with you?" I heard myself say.

"You mean you'll do it?" Suzi said excitedly.

"Sure, I'll do it.  I said I'd do anything for you, didn't I?" I said with a
convincing smile.

"Eric," Suzi said after giving me a really wondrous kiss on the lips. "Promise
me you'll tell me if he's hiding his real feelings and doesn't really want to
do it.  Okay?  I can't trust him when it comes to things like this.  He's
gotten too good at fooling me."

"Oh, Suzi," I said.  "Look, girl.  Remember how I always said I knew you and
Joey were meant for each other?  I've always known you wouldn't be my
girlfriend forever.  It doesn't mean you and I can't still care about each
other, right?  If this makes you happy, then I'll be happy.  I'm really not
upset about it, see?" I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Uh huh.  Then why don't you let me feel your real feelings instead of just
looking in my eyes and holding them back?"

"Fine," I said, seeing she had called my bluff.  "Just don't be surprised with
what you find."

The handy thing about being an experienced empath is that I knew how to share
specific emotions without letting others out.  Still, it was very difficult to
share only my happiness about having Eric and not the dread and anguish of
going through with the two way, but I pulled it off and got another tasty kiss
from her for my trouble.

But Eric wasn't the least bit fooled.  I don't know how he knew, but he knew I
wasn't happy about it, and when we got to the south mansion, he made me admit
it, then talked me through my tears.  I was such a mess back then.  If you
haven't caught on yet, I was constantly going from happy to sad to neutral,
never knowing when I would next break down in tears.  I don't know what I would
have done without Eric those months of hell.  Between Suzi's new love and
Joey's hatred, I needed every last drop of Eric's tender loving care.

I even invited them to my home for that Saturday night, and despite my
position, I couldn't help but like the guy.  You have to give Suzi credit.  She
had nice taste in men.  Heh.  Even though Brandon was against sexual
intercourse before marriage, he wasn't all that innocent when it came to
messing around with girls.  Suzi had already given him a couple of blow jobs
before Saturday, and once they were alone in the study, Brandon quickly had his
hands diving inside her clothes.

By the time I came back with some drinks, Brandon was shirtless while Suzi ran
her tongue over his chests and tits.  She had turned the tables on him, and he
was a limp as a doll.

"You two look like you don't need my help," I said grinning.

"Wha?" Brandon said, sitting up in a hurry.  "What kind of help?"

"Brandy, Timmy is special, and by that I mean he can do things that most people
can't do.  He's going let us share our bodies with each other."

"Uhm..  I don't think I.."

"Do it Tim," Suzi said before Brandon could refuse absolutely.

"What's... Oh my God..." Brandon said as he felt his senses double.

"He's all yours, Suz.  You know how to get me when you're ready to quit," I
said, walking out before Brandon could figure out what was going on.

"Well?" Eric asked, laying nude with the twins on my bed.

"Well what?  The two way is going, and I'm not going to watch.  You ready?"

"I guess so," he said, a little nervous about having the twins wipe his mind.
"Are you sure this will be... fun?"

"Trust me when I say you will never say no to them again if they ask you to
fuck them.  Besides, if you don't get used to it, then you won't be able to
resist them or some other empathic set of twins.  Remember, this is to protect
you, not just something fun to do."

"All right," Eric sighed.  

Honey crawled over to get on top of Eric while I laid down next to Joy and
proceeded to kiss her lovely lips.  After tiring of her slow french kissing, I
moved my lips down to her full breasts and did my best nibble and suck job I
could without the aid of my magic touch.

I was in the middle of my third pass of her right one when I felt the two girls
getting anxious to begin.  Eric was already deeply aroused and completely lost
in his licking of Honey's chest and neck, so I gave up my attempt at causing
Joy to gasp at my mouth's work and laid down on my back like Eric was and
waited for the twins to mount our hard shafts.

My own empathic abilities were put to the test resisting Joy's attempt to alter
me like Honey was altering Eric.  But it wasn't a really serious attempt since
I had already been seeded that time Honey and Joy had enslaved me and Joey at
my party for my summer camp friends. 

Friday night, Joy and Honey asked me in their non verbal way if they could
enslave Eric for their boy toy.  They promised they would give him the skills
to resist them if he ever needed to, and ended up having to give me new insight
to what happens in their enslaving fuck.

After the twins had altered us into their sexual servants, Joey and I had
believed they had restored our original personalities without leaving any
tampering.  But the fact was they had left their controls deeply buried
underneath our true personalities, their slave personalities waiting to be
restored whenever the twins wished.

Eric knew all this, but because he trusted me and I was convinced it was
perfectly safe and would be beneficial to him, he agreed to do it.  I actually
was kind of excited to see what Eric would be like as a boy toy.  I didn't have
very good recollections of how I acted while I was boy toy Tim.

When I felt Honey blasting Eric's mind at the end, I allowed Joy to sink down
on top of me completely before giving her a quick kiss and rolling her off me.
Eric was a little stunned, but he snapped out of it as soon as I called his
name.

"Wow," he kept saying,  "That was... Wow."

"Neat, huh?" I said, tucking Honey in for the night.

"Yeah!  When can we do that again?" he said, already working up another hard
on.

"That is completely up to the twins, remember?"

"Uhm, oh yeah.  So what do you want to do now?" he said while running his
fingers through Honey's long hair.

"Well..  I filled the mud rink up with fresh mud this morning..." I said,
standing behind him, watching him.

"COOL!" he said, turning around and slapping my thigh with his still hard dick.
"Sorry," he added, turning a little red.

"You want me to help you with that?" I asked, pulling his pud.

"Naw, that's okay.  I want you to teach me how to mud wrestle more than that."

"Shit, Eric.  Maybe the twins did more to you than I thought."

"I doubt it.  Why do you think I still have a hard on for?"

"I don't know?  Why?"

"All I can think about is you, me, in the mud, naked.... Come ON!" he said
grabbing my hand and pulling me with him to the door.

Eric was impressing me more and more by his intelligence and quick learning
skills.  He had excellent hand to eye coordination, he spoke fluent German, and
had been an honor roll student all his life.  And as I was giving him lessons
on how to mud wrestle, I began wondering if he would be better at it that I was
from the way he was picking it up.

After spending an hour or so showing him the moves, we were just getting ready
to have our first real match when I felt Suzi signal they were done.  I closed
their two way, then peeked out Brandon's eyes, finding them very nearly closed
as Suzi kissed him.

"Hey, I thought we were going to wrestle," Eric said, noticing my attention was
elsewhere.

"Yeah, okay," I said, closing the remaining link.

Ah, there's nothing like the feel of good quality mud sliming up a loved one.
But after I beat Eric in four straight matches, he called it quits and we
headed for the showers.

"Tim?" Suzi said, walking in the gym's shower, her being as nude as we were.

"ACK!" Eric cried as he jumped to hide behind me.

"Eric?" Suzi said with amusement.  "What's the matter?  It's not like I haven't
seen you naked before."

"Oh yeah," he said, hesitantly stepping out from behind me.

"You...  have grown...." she said, walking up to Eric with her eyes locked on
his cock.

"Yeah, I guess," Eric said a little nervously.

Suzi was struggling with something as she stood there staring at Eric's little
monster, and I was have trouble myself, finding her nude body both extremely
appealing to me, yet making me a little uneasy with the way it still resembled
that penis.

"What did you want, Suz?" I said gently.

She looked up at me, and I could see it in her eyes.

"Shit, Suz.  You know we can't, especially not after you and Brandon.."

"Please Timmy?  I need to know if I can.. resist the temptation.  That's how
you put it, remember?"

"But Suzi," I sighed.  "If you can't resist, then you know what happens."

"It won't happen," she insisted, still looking in my eyes.  "I'm not going to
let it happen again.  Ever."

"But what about Brandon?"

"He's asleep, and after what he did in the link..  Let's just say he won't
mind."

"What did he do?"

"It doesn't matter.  Please Timmy?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she said, seeing she was getting her way.

"What are you two talking about?" Eric finally said, exasperated.

"Suzi wants to fuck," I simply said as I pressed myself against her.  "But
first I want a kiss."

Not since our first kiss had I enjoyed the feel of her lips against mine so
much.  And the feel of her body against mine, and the feel of her cunt sliding
over my cock.  Our bodies moved to the same music, doing a well rehearsed dance
of love and sex as our minds merged into one.

Oh, she had to fight her desire to become that cock for what seemed like an
eternity.  Her lust could have easily taken over my own, and I knew I wouldn't
be able to stop her from making us fulfill her desire's wish again.

And her desire did overcome our will at the end, but it was too late since our
orgasm had already started.  There simply wasn't enough time to create the
illusionary transformation, so we won our little war, even if we had lost the
last battle.

"That was the fastest... and most intense sex I've ever seen," Eric said in
whispery voice after Suzi and I had come to our senses.

"You okay, Suz?" I panted, spitting out her hair which had draped over my face
when she had collapsed on top of me.

Suzi didn't say a word as she started slowly humping my softening dick again
and licking my neck and chin.  But just as I was really starting to get
concerned that she had lost her control again, she whispered into my ear, "I'll
be fine if you can talk Eric into fucking my backdoor."

I moved my head to force her to look me in the eyes, then when I saw that she
was in fact in full control, I realized how hard it had been on her.  Suzi
hadn't had sex since the last time she and I had done it together, and that was
a lot of stress for someone who was still recovering from being brainwashed
into a sex toy.

Now that she had proved to herself she could resist that dark desire enough to
render it powerless, Suzi was letting herself act on all the horniness she had
been resisting all that time.  She simply wanted Eric and I to give her the
sexual satisfaction which had eluded her ever since Steven had given her that
drug.  Or I should say, she hoped we could give it to her.

I gazed into her eyes, seeking any glimpse of the sparkle she once had for me,
knowing it was still there, even if I couldn't see it for all the lust.  The
sparkle never did show itself, but I did recognize the life and fire within
them being part of the Suzi I knew and loved.

And Suzi also recognized something in my eyes, for she then closed hers and
gave me a soft and gentle kiss which was what I had been desiring from her for
a long time.  We fell into an old and familiar rhythm as our tongues made
gentle love, not realizing we were fucking again until we found ourselves short
of breath.

We brought our fuck to a halt, then without using any telepathic or empathic
abilities, she silently asked and I wordlessly answered.  We got up off the
shower floor, then stood there grinning at Eric's red face as he slowed his
masturbating hand and took his thumb out of his ass.

"What?" he finally said as Suzi and I held our hands out to him to help him up.


"Eric," Suzi said as we pulled him to his feet, then before he could avoid it,
she embraced him, making sure his hard cock laid across her wet hole. 

"Remember our first time?  How about another round?" she said in a husky voice.

"But I...  I..." Eric said, struggling to resist the sensations of her female
body pressing up against him.  

"I..  I don't...  Suzi...  STOP!" he exclaimed as he pushed her away.

Suzi stepped on my foot with her heel before regaining her balance, and that
made me exclaim "Shit! Eric.  What'd you that for?"

"I was about to cum!" he explained.  "I didn't want to..  to waste it."

Suzi perceived his words incorrectly, thinking he wasn't interested in her
anymore, that he didn't want to waste it on her.  Her feelings were hurt, and
she started having second thoughts about the whole idea.  

But just as Suzi opened her mouth to say she should be getting back to Brandon
anyway, Eric said, "Well?  Are we going to go somewhere where there's a bed?"

"You mean you still want to?  With me?" Suzi said hesitantly.

"Sure I do.  I.." Eric said before turning a little red again.  "Shit, Suzi.
Once in a while, I think about what I'm going to miss if I never try to have a
girl lover.  My dad...  I think he's as gay as I am, but he loves my mom, and I
know they still do it.  He's always says he's envious of me, but he's also
always telling me why he doesn't regret what he did and how things turned out.
I want to be a dad myself someday, and it doesn't matter if it is a son or
daughter either."

Eric paused to sniff and wipe his nose, then with wet eyes and a shy grin, he
said, "For a while, I tried to make myself go straight by thinking of what you
and I did as I jerked off in bed at night.  I gave up after a couple of weeks
because I couldn't get myself interested in other girls.  Just you.  Only you.
You didn't remember me back then, so it was almost as bad as not finding
Tim..."

"Oh, Eric," Suzi cooed as she embraced him again, but this time with his
complete acceptance.  "That was so...  sweet."

"Yeah, very sweet," I said, noticing for the first time how mature Eric really
had become.

You see, Eric had been lying through his teeth about the "Only you" bit.  If he
and James hadn't met, Eric would have probably succeeded in converting himself
into something more bisexual than the gay boy he was.  Why did I consider his
lie to be a sign of maturity?  Because he had done it for the right reasons,
not just so he could get a second round of lovin' with her.

I've often heard people say men are at their sexual peak when they are...
well, depending on who says it, it can as young as 14 to as old as 22.  I was
17, Eric was 15, and despite the fact that we had cum earlier with the twins,
and Suzi and I had already had a very explosive orgasm together, both Eric and
I were very much ready and willing to fuck Suzi and each other as long and hard
as she wanted.  I don't know, maybe they were right about us guys.  But then
again, I'm still just as ready to have sex now as I was back then, but I
suppose I'm more choosy about who it is.

Anyway, we ended up going to a guest room since the twins were in my bed, and
Suzi and I were surprised by how smoothly Eric managed to embrace her and
tenderly initiate a kiss.

I stood there in awe of Eric exchanging passionate kisses and stroking her body
just like an experienced heterosexual lover would.  I hadn't really given it
much thought before, but as I watched him lovingly gaze into her eyes while he
finally inserted his helmeted warrior into her cave of pleasure, I realized how
different making love to a male was to that of to a female.

It all came down to what you groped and fondled the most, tits and pussy or
cock and ass.  Sure, you can go for a guy's tits, or a girl's ass, but arousal
was the game, and it simply was more arousing to your partner to fondle their
genitalia, and more arousing for you to fondle the thing you wanted to suck or
fuck.

Speaking of fucking, my dick perked up when I got a glimpse of Eric's asshole
winking at me on one of his upward strokes.  In fact, after centering my
attention on his ass for a few moments, my dick said in its wordless way, "Hey,
you could be doing something more than standing around playing with me.  Get me
over there!"

When Eric felt my finger probe his ass, he shuddered and slowed his humping.  I
was just about ready to insert a second finger in when Suzi suddenly rolled him
over on to his back and started humping him good and hard.

God, one look at her ass and I almost plunged it in without warning her.  And
when she wouldn't slow down enough so I could loosen her up with my fingers, I
just laid my cock across her bobbing crack, then discovered an all new pleasant
sensation, the feeling of a woman's crack sliding against my cock as she fucked
another one.

And Suzi was really getting turned on by my dick riding her backside like that.
Finally she slowed down and started trying to capture the tip of my cock with
her hole, getting us both more aroused every time she managed to get it started
then it slip away.

By the time we succeeded in getting my dick's head into her pulsing shit hole,
my precum was smeared all over her crack and inner ass cheeks.  But this was
quickly forgotten, for just as I pushed myself in to the hilt, Eric started
frantically struggling to sit up.

"Aaaa!" Eric cried painfully.  "I got a cramp in my leg!  Get off... please!"

"Shit, Eric," I said lifting Suzi off of him then setting her down on the bed
next to him.  "You have lousy timing.."

"I'll say," Suzi agreed, rolling over onto her back as I used my abilities to
soothe his cramped leg.

I lovingly massaged the muscle which had knotted, using my soothing magic touch
without realizing it.  By the time I had finished, Eric was sound asleep.

Suzi was just laying on her side watching me, and when I glanced at her, she
gave me one of her smiles that you just can't help but smile back.  

Her eyes wandered back to Eric's sleeping face, then she said softly, "You
really love him, don't you.  Not like before, I mean.  More like...  Like how
you used to love Joey and me."

"I still do, you know," I said, laying down behind her on the bed and snuggling
up to her backside.  "No matter who you're with or what you do, I'll always
love you, Suz.  Nothing in the world could take that away from me.  Nothing."

Suzi wiggled herself to face me, then as we were gazing into each other's eyes,
she pulled away and said, "I can't..  I'm sorry, Timmy.  I just can't.."

"You can't what?" I said, feeling her struggling with her emotions as she got
off the bed.

"I...  I do care about you, Timmy.  But..  I need to be with someone else for a
while.  You're the sweetest, most caring person I know, and I do love you..
But I don't think I can handle being IN love with you again.  You just don't
know how hard it has been for me to find someone else to love like this.  I
don't think I could survive losing you again..  I'm sorry.  I better go."

I didn't notice how Eric had woken up for the last part of the conversation
until he placed his hand on my shoulder a minute after Suzi had left the room.

"Are you okay?" he said gently.

I moved my eyes from the doorway she had passed through and looked deeply into
his sleepy eyes, and suddenly broke out in a smile and said, "Yeah.  I guess I
am."

"Really?" he said with a mixture of suspicion and delight.

My answer was to wrap my arms around his mid section and give his chest a kiss
as I pushed him onto his back. 

I sighed with contentment after getting myself comfortable, then fell asleep on
top of my lover, having let go of my futile desire of ever having Suzi and Joey
as lovers again. 

Up until that moment I had been carrying the weight of restoring our threesome
relationship, but now I simply had allowed myself to be happy with what I had.
I had decided to let it happen if it was meant to be, but I'd be just fine
without them as long as I had Eric's love to support me. 

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