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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip

Chapter I:  8th Grade, Spring 1985
Part 1 - The Beginning
(mc, mm-masturbation)

My mother recruited my father into her household due to the fact my 
mother's gift had been much stronger than my father's.  Several months 
later, another man, whose power was stronger than my mother's, took both 
my father and mother back to the headquarters of an organization of 
telepaths.  My father had been a member, but that actually hadn't been 
the reason my mother had been busted.  She had been tampering with the 
local government, and that was a no-no.

The organization handed my mother over to my father to be his own slave, and
it was during that time my mother became pregnant with me.  But before 
anyone realized my conception, the organization had a change of heart and
made
my father release her.

Since the organization was against meddling in the affairs of others 
with the gift unless they attracted undo attention, they simply made her 
believe that using the gift on others, especially others with the gift, 
was morally wrong, and was not to be used unless her life was in danger.  
They released her, expecting her to probably slip into a deep depression 
and later kill herself over the mixture of loosing the gift and the 
personal moral sins she had committed.  They never knew about me, and 
they never checked up on us later.

Fortunately, my mother replaced the loss of the gift with something.. 
me.  And as far as the "sins" she had committed, as all good Christians 
do, she confessed and went on with her life.  These two things allowed 
my mother to cope and go back to a more or less normal life.

My mother had obtained enough wealth that she wouldn't have had to work 
for the rest of her life. But to have kept anything more than what she 
needed to live on was morally wrong to her.  She did keep some, but she 
later repaid a more than compensating amount.  She had been a successful 
business woman before her gift surfaced, and with the help of several 
old business associates, she was able to support the two of us fairly 
well.

I was born with the gift switched on.  As a matter of fact, I 
learned how to talk to peoples minds before I leaned how to talk with my 
mouth.  Whenever I was hungry, didn't feel good, soiled my diaper, or 
any of the other reasons that a baby cries about, the people who were 
near me knew exactly what was wrong.  In fact, the only time I cried was 
when I didn't have a real reason for crying but did it anyway.  The 
people around me would generally get very upset then, anyone except my 
mother that is.  She shielded herself from what she called my "emotional 
noise".  She hadn't lost her gift, just couldn't use it on 
anyone.

When I was starting to learn how to talk, I also learned how to transmit 
my thoughts to others.  I have heard so many stories about how I had 
caused so and so to poop in their pants from my mental gibberish, or how 
many people my mother had to use her gift on to unscramble their minds.  
It was a very hard time for my mother.  She couldn't allow innocent 
people to become vegetables because her son was just learning how to 
"talk".  She went to confessionals everyday during my early years.  I 
can't imagine how the Fathers she confessed to took her daily accounts 
of mental sin, but they never said a word to anyone.

Once I reached four or five, I was disciplined enough not to use my 
gift. In fact I forgot about it for several years.  Well, I say forgot 
about it, but it was more like I grew out of it.  I believed it was just 
one of those things that I had believed in when I was little, like my 
invisible friend. It wasn't until I was in eighth grade that I 
accidentally rediscovered it....

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"Mr. Brandton! Pay attention!" Mrs. Patterson bellowed.

As my overweight English teacher finally lifted her accusing gaze from 
my face, I let the air out that I had been holding.  I had been day 
dreaming about Suzi Aster again.  I had tried to appear as if I was 
listening to what the old battle boat was saying, but my mind had 
switched off while my dick had turned on.  Now I was sporting a hardon, 
and the bell was about to ring.

"Shit," I breathed.  I tried to imagine old blubber butt naked, and that 
shrunk it real fast.  I noticed Joey Connor glancing over to me, and he 
smiled a knowing look.  

Joey and I were pretty close.  We had been good friends since first 
grade, and we lived on the same street.  A couple of months ago, he 
invited me over to his house and shared his stash of pornos with me.  
Last week we started jerking off together, but our hands stayed on our 
own property.  I definitely wanted girls, but some part of me wanted to 
mess around with Joey too.

The bell finally rung, and I noticed Joey staying seated while Suzi got 
up and walked across the classroom. We both watched her ass while it 
went through the door.  I looked back at Joey while he got up, 
skillfully hiding the boner he had, and we walked out together.

"Who was it this time?" Joey asked while ogling Shannon Trist's well 
developed bust as she stood talking to her locker neighbor.

"Ms Ass_ter, who else." I replied.

"Heh, thought so.  I was too.  I think John and Brad must have been too, 
cause they both jumped when Patterson caught ya.  Shit, so did I.  And I 
noticed they were looken' at her with _that_ look."

"What look?"

"This look."   He was staring directly at Suzi's ass again while she was 
getting things out of her locker.  Joey looked like he was trying to 
will it to do something sexy.  Like getting naked or something.

"You mean this look," I said as I gazed at her butt while imagining my 
hands touching, then squeezing her two cheeks.

Right then, Suzi jumped, turned around with her hand out to strike, and 
found no one to hit.  Her eyes met mine, and I felt wave of... 
familiarity pass between us.  I quickly broke eye contact, and I hurried 
through the lunch room doors.

"Man, what was that all about?" Joey asked once we were in line for 
food.

"I don't know," I responded. "I was imagining touchin' her bottom, and 
then it was like I was.  It was weird."

"Wow.  Maybe your like psychic or something.  Hey, tell me what I am 
thinking right now."

"Your thinking about getting YOUR hands on Suzi's ass,"  I automatically 
said.

"Holy Shit!" Joey said with his eyes wide open.

"What?  There wasn't anything magical about that!" I grinned at my 
friend.  "I know you too well, you bonerhead."

"Heh... Yeah I guess so," Joey replied.  But I could tell he wasn't 
really convinced completely.  And at that point I wasn't so sure myself.

After getting our slop, we went to our table and sat down with John, 
Brad, and Lex.  As usual, we talked about girls and last night's ball 
game, with Joey being a little quieter than usual.

As we were about to get up and go wait for the bell, Joey blurted out I 
had felt Suzi's ass.

"I did not!"  I said when the other three looked at me.  "I imagined it, 
and it just so happened she turned around like she was going to hit 
someone.  But I never laid a finger on her, and she was ten feet away 
from me!"

"OKAY, okay, but what about that look you two gave each other?  It 
looked... intense.  I tell you guys, he's psychic."

Getting a little tired of the conversation, I just shrugged my 
shoulders, and joined the other three as they had lost interest and were 
dumping their trash.

While Joey was checking out Suzi again while dumping his trash, John 
mentioned that he had been thinking about Suzi in a bathing suit during 
English class when I had gotten busted.  That got both Brad's and my 
attention.  We both said "You too?" at the same time.  Then all three of 
us were looking at each other with surprise when Joey walked up and saw 
our faces.

"What?" Joey asked.

John looked at me, then at Joey. To Joey he asked "What were you 
thinking of when Tim got busted by Mrs. Patterson?  What was it 
exactly?"

Joey had a confused look on his face, but then he grinned, leaned up 
against the wall and stared out across the lunch room at Suzi's back.  
He said in a sports commentator's voice, "Ms Suzi Ashton, in a blue 
bikini, stretching her arms so her tits standout.  She gets up, bends 
over, and, oh! look at that! Her bikini bottom string breaks, and the 
crowd goes wild over her full moon.."

The bell rang just at that moment, and Joey never saw the shock on our 
faces.  He had just described in a slightly different style what 
apparently all four of us had been thinking of at the same time in 
class.  The thing that Brad and John didn't know was that particular 
fantasy was my latest jerking off fantasy, and I was sure that I had 
somehow shared it with them.

Brad and John were both looking at me, apparently remembering Joey's 
psychic remark earlier.  I said, "Not a word of this to Joey.  You got 
that?  I don't want him going off again.. Like the time he thought John 
had made it with Lori Johnson.  There has to be a explanation for all 
this."

John quickly agreed, and while Brad and I headed for gym class, Brad 
agreed also after I reminded him I had kept his secret about his crush 
on Joey's mom. We switched to talking about normal things, mostly 
baseball.

After an awesome game of basketball in gym, the coach announced that we 
all stank and we had to take one of those mandatory showers today.  
Practically everyone groaned, but knew the faster we got in, the faster 
we got out.  I actually didn't have a problem with taking a shower with 
everyone else.  I knew I was a little more mature than everyone else and I
got a kick out of everyone checking me out.  With everyone 
watching me, I don't really have to worry about getting a hardon.

But this time, things happened a little differently than in the past.

I was doing the basics, getting enough soap on everything so I would 
smell clean, without doing any real scrubbing.  Then all of a sudden I 
feel my dick rising straight up.  But when I looked down, I saw it was 
only then starting to get a little hard.  I look around, and my eyes got 
drawn to Brad who was facing the other way.  His face was flushed, and I 
could tell he was hiding a hardon. 

Before I could stop it, my dick started rising up too.  Feeling a little 
embarrassed myself, I try to hide it also.  But I had picked the spot 
that had the least amount of cover, and pretty soon every guy in the 
shower knew I has hard.  After they had gone through the surprise then 
amusement bit,  they found that none of them could keep their own from 
getting hard.

Finding myself even more turned on, I figured I would show these guys 
what they had to look forward to.  I started stroken my meat, making 
sure everyone in there noticed.  Brad by this time had managed to had 
gotten himself soft, only to find himself getting hard again when he had 
turned back around.

I started to imagine what it would be like if everyone in the showers 
would cum at the same time.  I started to stroke in earnest then, 
feeling my dick go to full size to the amazement of my audience.  When I 
noticed everybody had started beating their meats too, I felt myself 
getting close.  The idea of everyone there was jerkin off with me put me 
into overdrive, and within another 30 seconds, I released my load with a 
groan that was amplified 22 times.  I fell down from the intensity of my 
orgasm.  It nearly knocked me out.  It took me about a minute before I 
realized that everyone had done the same thing.  They all were sitting 
on the floor with their dicks in their hands, some of them with cum 
dripping off their hand.

I got real scared right then.  Something I did had made everybody share 
in a mutual orgasm.  And then I realized that not only everyone in the 
shower, but the coach as well!

He was sitting at the entrance of the showers with his back to us like 
usual.  But even from here I could tell he had jerked off sitting there, 
and was right now starting to regain his senses.  Everyone was then 
coming out of their stupor, and I heard a "Shit!" from someone when they 
had realized what they had done.

No one seemed aware that I had caused it though.  Everyone was real 
quiet as they finished their shower as fast as they could, and the coach 
had disappeared.

Actually there was one person that had put two and two together. Brad 
was giving me these real weird looks, but before I could talk to him, 
the bell rang and he didn't wait to talk to me.

I was getting real worried about my new found powers.  I didn't seem to 
have any control over them.  I always prided myself on how self-
disciplined I was.  But now my urges were taking over not just me, but 
others as well.

I sat through my advanced math class not paying attention to a single 
word Mr. Benson said.  I really didn't socialize that much with anyone 
in this class, and Benson was cool.  He didn't pick on ya if you weren't 
hanging on every word he said.  As long as you did your homework and did 
well on the tests, he pretty well left you alone.  Math was one thing I 
could always do without sweating about it.  So I basically went into my 
own little world to think.

I was remembering things back when I was little, how I had imagined 
hearing others thinking, and talking to my mother without making a 
sound.   I focused on these things, trying to remember what I did.  I 
started to have a familiar feeling.  Sorta like remembering what 
something tastes like after a very long time.  I kept getting bits and 
pieces.

After about a half an hour, I noticed the room was a bit noisier than 
normal.  I brought myself out of my daze and realized that no-one but 
Mr. Benson was talking.  But I was "hearing" several conversations all 
at once.  In fact, I was hearing two voices from Mr. Benson.  I realized 
I had turned on another part of my power, and got real excited about 
this new discovery.

I started to listen in on the others around me.  Most of them were 
basically following what Mr. Benson was saying.  A couple of people were 
daydreaming, one about Mr. Benson.  I checked out the looker in the class,
Betsy Heite.  Her thoughts were going back and forth between the stuff Mr.
Benson was going over, and what she wanted to wear to the party at Jimmy's
house that weekend.

I spent the rest of the class listening in on everyone's thoughts, 
finding out some surprising things about a few of them, and basically 
getting a kick out of it all.  By the time the bell rang, I was getting 
a little tired of listening to math, and had just realized that I could 
hear a few people outside of this room.

All hell broke loose when I tried to go out into the hall.  Too many 
people.  I was overwhelmed by the "noise".  I struggled to get to my 
last class, but ended up falling over my own feet and knocking myself 
and two others to the ground.

It just so happened that one of the two unfortunate bystanders had been 
Suzi.  The other was a guy had never seen before.  They were pretty 
pissed at first, but once they realized I hadn't responded to their 
insults and saw my face twisted with the agony of 200 people's thoughts 
being thrown at me, they quickly lost their anger and in a few minutes I 
was in the nurse's office.

Thankfully, the bell rang and everyone had gone to their last class.  I 
was starting to recover, and discovered that I was still hearing more 
and more people, but they were not as loud.  I also found out that 
the nurse was about to call my mother, and was seriously considering 
sending me to the hospital.

I didn't want to go to the hospital, and I didn't really want my mom 
getting upset over this.  I tried to say something, but it only came out 
as a groan. The nurse looked over at me, and our eyes met.  It happened 
again.  A strong feeling of familiarity, and that time I felt something 
else.  Something passed from me to the nurse, and the nurse suddenly 
decided that I would be okay after a little rest.

After we broke eye contact, the nurse made me comfortable and told me to 
just to lie there until I felt better.  I could only nod and close my eyes.

I felt an ocean of minds around me.  At first all of this was pretty 
cool, having switched on this mental radio.  But now I couldn't turn it 
off.  I couldn't even tell what any specific person was thinking 
anymore.  It all was a low roar in my mind.  A part of my mind started 
to ache that never had before.

I put my arm over my forehead like I sometimes do when I have a 
headache.  My arm partially blocked some of it out, so I put both arms up to

block the incoming noise.  I felt much better then, and the ache started 
to fade.  I laid there for about ten minutes, then the nurse came over 
to me to see if I was feeling better.

I was able to speak a few words to her to let her know I was better, 
then the nurse got up and closed the blinds. The afternoon sun 
had made its way to the window and was starting to heat up the room.

The blinds gave me an idea.  I imagined closing some blinds between me 
and all those minds.  It instantly shut them out.  Relief washed over 
me, and I must have sighed or something because the nurse looked over at 
me and asked me if I was okay.  I gave her the standard sorta better 
line. I didn't really feel like going to class now.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the bell was 
ringing and the hall outside the door got noisy.  I got up, told the 
nurse I was okay.  She said she wanted to talk to me tomorrow morning, 
but I could go home now.

I hurried to get my stuff from my locker, and barely made it to the bus.  
Joey as usual had saved me a seat, and I plopped down next to him.

"What happened to you?" Joey asked.  "Suzi came in late to seventh hour, 
and passed me a note saying you had like passed out in the hall or 
something."

"Yeah, well I didn't pass out, I just tripped and fell on her and some 
dude, and, uh, his elbow got me in the balls," I lied.  "I was in 
serious pain, man."

"Ha!  That's what you get for staring too long at her ass while walking 
behind her.  'Course I would have done the same thing, but I wouldn't 
have tripped!" Joey said with a grin.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have gotten to feel her butt for real, either!" 
I said with a even bigger grin.  That part wasn't a lie, but at the time 
it happened, I hadn't really cared.

As we talked about more normal things, I started wondering what Joey was 
really thinking.  I imagined looking through a crack in the blinds and 
peered out at Joey.  At first I only got bits and pieces, but then I 
imagined the crack a little wider and started to get his thoughts pretty 
much whole.  All of a sudden our eyes met and I found myself in two 
places at once.

I could feel Joey's body like I could feel my own. He was saying 
something to me about the test we would have in English, and I heard 
myself respond.  That was cool.  I was like talking automatically 
without having to concentrate about what I was talking about.  And I 
could see his questions before he actually asked them.  

And a few questions that he didn't ask.  He was dying to have another 
jerk off session, and had a hardon because of it.  But he couldn't ask 
me because he didn't want to scare me off.

I found out that Joey wanted to do more than just jerk off with me, and 
I felt inside him the same frustrations I had been feeling about wanting 
to do more.  I had no doubt that he was straight, but he wanted to 
experiment before doing it with a girl.  He had jerked off a couple of 
times thinking about our jerk off sessions, and wanted to jerk me off 
while I did the same to him.

We only had made eye contact for a split second, but I didn't need eye 
contact to listen in on his thoughts.  I sensed we were approaching our 
bus stop, and figured I had peeked enough so I closed my gap in my 
mental blind.  We got off the bus talking about some of tonight's 
homework, and I found myself with a woody that wouldn't stop.


I peeked inside his head again to make sure he was still hard, and he 
was.  I got his attention with a grin, which got the expected reaction.

"What?" he asked.

"You know, we both seem to have a problem today." I said.

"Huh?  What are you talking about" Joey said totally confused.

"We seem to have something very large in our underpants," I said in a 
hushed voice.

As his eyes flickered from my face to my crotch, then back to my face.  
His mind flickered from confusion, to enlightenment, then went straight 
to horny.  I felt his dick jump in his pants, and started to get real 
hard from the idea.

We stopped by his house to get the "reading material", then went to my 
place where we wouldn't be disturbed until my mom got home around six.

As we poured over the newest addition to his collection, I could feel 
his doubts and fears holding him back.  We were just laying on my bed on 
our stomachs looking through the Playboy.  Neither one of us were 
concentrating on the pictures though.  We were both real horny by then, 
and I saw him make a decision to get started one way or another. 

"Fuck this," Joey said as rolled onto his side. Joey opened his jeans 
and took his dick out of his underpants.  In a few moments, I did the 
same.

Our eyes were locked on the centerfold, but my mind's eye was looking in 
his mind.  He wanted to reach over and touch my dick so badly, but he 
couldn't make himself do it.  

And I wanted him to touch me more than anything else in the world at 
that moment.  He felt my eyes on his face, and we made eye contact 
again.  I felt my mind touching his in a different way, and saw his 
doubts disappear as he understood I felt the same way.  We both reached 
out to each others meat and the moment we made physical contact, our 
mental link disappeared, replaced by a more physical one.

His hand felt ten times better than my own.  And his dick, while not as 
developed as mine, was in itself a whole new sensation that I had never 
imagined feeling that good.  After a few minutes we had gotten the hang 
of it, and Joey had started to thrust into my hand a bit.  I felt his 
lust overwhelming him and I started to concentrate on pleasing him.  I 
had him stop stroking me, and had him roll over with his back to me.  I 
pushed our underwear and pants down to our knees, then took his 
dick in my hand again and started to pound his meat as if I was pounding 
my own.

When I pressed my dick up against his bare back side, and we both gasped 
at the same time.  I hadn't thought of this when I had pulled our pants 
down like that.  I had done it to get them out of the way.

I could feel he was getting close, and while he was thrusting his dick 
forward into my hand, he also was getting me close when his butt came 
back against my dick.  We were both breathing hard, and I was inhaling 
his clean shampooy scent from the back of his head.  All of a sudden, he 
lurched forward as he started to cream, and my dick flopped straight out 
and slipped between his legs when he went back a moment later.  The 
intense feeling of his thighs around my dick sent me over the edge, and 
I humped him with more energy than I thought I had.  I sent five huge 
streams across the room, while Joey tightened his grip making the 
feeling even more intense.

As we both came down off the ceiling, I felt my dick shrinking between 
his legs.  His dick on the other hand, had stayed hard, and my hand was 
still wrapped around it as we laid there for what seemed like forever.

I gently stroked Joey's dick a few more times before letting go, then 
brought my hand up to my face and examined Joey's cum before wiping it 
off on one of my socks I had taken off.

Joey rolled over onto his back, his hardon finally deflating, and kept 
his head turned so I couldn't see his face.  I looked inside his head, 
and found he was filled with a rapidly shrinking feeling of happiness, 
guilt and fear growing in its place.

"Hey," I said softly as I took my hand and started rubbing his chest 
through his shirt.  "Joey.....  I..  I.."  words started to fail me when 
I felt his guilt turn to grief.

I just took a hold of his jaw and turned his head to face me.  As I 
leaned partially over him, our eyes met again for a moment, but this 
time the only thing I did was to smile to let him know I didn't hate 
him.

His eyes had teared up, but now he smiled back and started to recover.

After wiping the tears away and sniffing a few times, he said softly, 
"Timmy, do you think we..."  He couldn't finish, but I knew what he was 
saying.

"I've read that some guys do this at our age, but most of them grow out 
of it and never really mess around with guys later.  Its.. Its.. 
_normal_ Joey.."

Joey let out a whoosh of air that he had been holding in.  "Good.  Cause 
I really do like girls, but I really wanted to do what you and I...  You 
know.."

Feeling the bond had grown between us, I wanted to know even more about 
him, and to reveal some things about myself.

Joey was starting to pull his pants back up, and I noticed it was a bit 
chilly down there for me too.  But I was starting to get hard again 
thinking about what I wanted to do next.

"Joey, stop," I said when he was about to snap shut his pants.  

He looked at me, then saw my rising dick, smiled and said, "Man, 
sometimes you're hornier than I am." Then with a serious face, "I don't 
really think I want to do anything else today.  I gotta... think about 
this shit."

"OK, no more horny stuff, but I do need to talk to you about some other 
stuff," I finally said as I got off the bed to finish my own fixing of 
my pants.

"You thirsty?" I asked when I finished.

"Yeah, lets grab something, then head over to the fort," Joey replied.

"OK, but I really need to tell you some stuff without anyone around."

We grabbed some soda, and headed out to the group of trees in the nearby 
woods that we called our fort.

We hardly spoke a word while we walked side by side to the fort.  When 
we got within site of it, I was glad to see no one else was there. I 
followed him up into one of the trees that held the platform we and five 
others had built last year.

We sat up there swinging our legs back and forth hanging over the edge 
of the platform drinking our sodas, not saying a word.  I peeked into 
his thoughts and was surprised to find he was horny again, but the guilt 
had returned a bit and was troubling him.

I chugged the rest of my root beer and tossed it off the platform.  Then 
I laid my arm across his shoulders in the buddy style kind of way, and 
began with, "Do you remember me in Kindergarten?"

"Huh?  Yeah, I guess" Joey replied.

"What do you remember about me?"

"Um, kinda quiet.  Didn't really say much, and you didn't seem to want 
to play with anyone.  Why are ya asking?"

"Before I tell you, tell me one more thing.  What did you think about me 
back then.  I mean why do you think I was like that then?"

"Uhm... I don't know.." he said frowning.

I could see he did remember, but he didn't want to say.  So I said it 
instead. "I was weird.  Everyone always felt strange when I was around.  
They like knew what I was going to say before I would say it, and vise 
versa..."

Joey looked at me with his eyebrows up and said, "Yeah..  But it was 
like everyone got used to it, and then it didn't happen anymore..  Then 
we became good friends in first grade, and I hadn't really thought about 
it since."

I sat silently while watching his mind make connections between then and 
now.  He sat there staring at me while I stared straight ahead.

Finally he said, "So, what..  What are you getting at?  I mean, are you 
like telepathic?  Or an alien or something?"

I looked at him, smiled, and for the first time since I was five years 
old, I spoke without using my voice. 'I'm not an alien, you bonerhead.'

Joey's jaw dropped, and for a few moments I didn't know what he was 
going to do.  But finally, he closed his mouth with a grin, then said, 
"I was RIGHT!"

He got up, pranced around yelling "I WAS RIGHT!" and screaming his 
head off.  When he nearly knocked me off the platform I sent him the 
message 'SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" If he had been any closer to the edge 
when his legs just went out underneath him, he would have fallen butt 
first to the ground himself.

My face must have been as surprised as his, but his started to show fear 
when he realized he couldn't get up or say anything.

I quickly sent him another command canceling my accidental one, and 
verbally asked him to come back and sit next to me again.

With a little hesitation, he did so, but I could tell he was still a 
little afraid.

"Joey, you're my best friend..  Your like my brother, you know?  I need 
your help figuring this stuff out.  I promise I will never do that to 
you again.  I didn't even know that would happen."

He still sat there real quite, not looking at me.  I didn't peek into 
his thoughts, partly because I didn't want to invade his privacy again, 
and partly I was afraid what I would find.  So I just grinned at him and 
said, "I guess you were right.."

With that, he looked up at me and gave me a weak grin.  I looked deep 
into his eyes, and without realizing it I, made a connection with Joey.  
I calmed his panic as it started to rise, then found myself sweeping 
into Joey's mind and removing all his fears and bad feelings he had 
about me.  His face softened and I pulled out, feeling a little guilty 
myself about it.

Now it was my turn to be disturbed while we sat there.  Joey recovered 
pretty quickly, and he seemed to get excited again, but sat quietly 
waiting me out.

Finally, I decided I might as well tell him the rest. "Until today, I 
always thought I had imagined other peoples thoughts.  I remember in 
kindergarten, knowing that everybody disliked being around me because of 
it.  I was so lonely, that I guess I started to ignore the voices, and 
after a while, I didn't hear them anymore.

"But today, I was sitting in fourth hour, thinking of my favorite jerk-
off fantasy.  Suzi was at the pool sunbathing in a blue string bikini.  
Then she gets up, stretches, and I can see her nipples through her top 
as she pushes her chest forward, making her tits look even bigger.  Then 
she is bending over to get the sun tan lotion out of her bag, and her 
bikini bottom is stretched too far that the string breaks.  Her bikini 
bottom falls off without her knowing it, and I get to see her perfect 
ass.  Just as she was about to turn around to ask me to put the suntan 
lotion on, Mrs. Patterson yelled at me."

Joey's gaze had never moved from my face, but his hand had moved to his 
crotch and was pushing on his hardon through his pants.  I wasn't sure 
how he was going to take this, but he finally whispered "Cool.."

I felt really close the Joey right then.  I reached out and gave him a 
hug like I give my mother, and said "Thanks man.  I really needed you to 
be with me on this."

Joey returned the hug, and then I noticed his scent again like I had 
when we were messing around.  I felt I had to do something more, 
something to let him know how much he meant to me now.  So I pressed my 
lips against his cheek, and kissed him there.

His body kinda went rigid for a second, but then he relaxed and said, 
"Tim, I think I... Umm, I mean, I guess... Shit." He pulled us back so 
we were laying on our backs, then scooted his body away from the edge so 
his legs could lay flat.  I followed his example, and we were laying on 
our backs next to each other.

He looked at me, and I looked back at him.  Without saying a word, 
mentally or verbally, we turned on our sides towards each other and gave 
each other another hug sorta.  This time he kissed my cheek, then I 
kissed his again.  After four or five more kisses like that, our lips 
met and we kissed for real.

I felt his hardon pushing through our clothes against mine, and then 
felt his mouth open slightly.  I made my move and slipped my tongue in, 
seeing the surprised look on his face, then watched his eyes close as he 
started to explore my mouth with his tongue.

Suddenly he became aggressive and rolled me onto my back with him on 
top.  His hardon pushed heavily into mine, and I was feeling really 
great.  He broke our kiss to get up on his hands so he could rub his 
lower body against mine.  We started to hump each others dick through 
the clothes.  I felt my third cum for the day starting to boil, and I 
gasped to Joey, "I'm gettin close!....  Man this feels good!.....  
Faster Joey, faster!"

His eyes opened wide as he began shootin his wad in his pants, then shut 
them as he groaned.  His humping changed to jerks, then he grinded to a 
stop and collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating all over me.

Desperate to get off as good as last time, I was kissing, then licking 
his face while taking his ass in my hands and manually getting him to 
hump while I hump back.  He tried to help, but was to tired to do much.  
So I rolled him off me and onto his stomach, then got on top of him and 
start humping his butt.

I felt myself getting close, but Joey complained it was starting to hurt
from
the wood rubbing too much.  

"Joey, I'm close man, just, a, little, bit more!" I grunted out.  But 
then I started to loose the feeling.  After cumming really hard twice 
already today, I knew that I wasn't going to get off that time.

"Fuck! I give up." I said a minute later.  I rolled off Joey and laid on 
my back staring up into the trees.

After about ten minutes of silence, I found myself really tired of the 
platform, and a little tired of Joey too.  He had rolled over and had 
been waiting for me to speak.

He finally couldn't wait any longer, so he asked me, "Tim, what exactly 
can you do?  I mean, can you read minds?  Can you make things move?"  He 
paused, then said real soft, "Have you.. done something to me?"

I looked at him in surprise. "No!..  Well I don't think so..  I mean, I 
did peek into your head earlier, but I haven't since we left my house.  
And I guess I did some how made you stop being afraid of me.  But I 
wouldn't do anything..."

My eyes started blur with tears as I felt my guilt catch up with me. "I 
gotta go.." I said as I choked up.  I felt so tired, and all I wanted 
was to go home in case I had to cry.

"Timmy, wait up!" as Joey followed me down the rope to the ground.

I didn't stop, but I didn't hurry up either.  Joey caught up with me, 
and made me tell him everything.  By the time we walked into my yard, I 
was feeling a little better, and Joey was getting all excited about the 
possibilities.

I realized right then that I didn't want anyone else to know about this.  
Joey was a pretty big blabber mouth, and I was sure he wouldn't be able 
to keep this to himself.

"My mom won't be home for another half hour." I started. "Will you come 
in for a while?  I need to ask you something real important."

Joey looked at me funny. He had expected to go inside with me anyway.  
Something in my voice told him he wouldn't like what I had to ask.

"Please?"  I said.  "I won't do anything you don't agree to first, okay?"

That scared him a little, but then he got a hold of himself, swallowed 
hard, and whispered, "Okay."

I opened the door and led him into the living room where we sat down on 
the couch. Joey looked scared, and that made it too hard for me to look 
at him as I talked.

"Joey, I gotta have time to figure things out.  I don't know what will 
happen, but if people find out...  Well, I don't want people to find 
out..."

After a few moments of an uncomfortable silence, I went on.

"Do you remember when you caught Dave cheating?  Remember how he had 
begged you not to tell anyone?  He said he had never done it before, and 
he wouldn't do it again.  You didn't tell anyone for a whole week, then 
you accidentally let it slip to Margaret.  She went right to Mrs. 
Mollen, and she made you spill your guts.

"Joey, you're my bestest friend, and I had to tell you about this stuff.  
But now..  I..  I.." I stuttered.  He had a tear rolling down his face 
as he stared at the blank TV.

"You don't trust me," he said in a even voice.  "Nobody trusts me.  I 
can't keep a secret, and everyone knows that.  I can't even keep my own 
secrets."  Another tear traveled down his cheek. His eyes had not moved 
from the TV.  He hadn't even blinked.

"Hey," I said as I forced him to look me in the face.  "You are the most 
honest person I know.  Your conscience never let you keep a secret 
because every secret you ever had was something bad.  I do trust you.  I 
just had to make you see that telling anyone, ANYONE, would be bad.  
This secret is a good secret.  A secret that the only good thing to do 
is to keep it."

I then said mentally to him, "I need to know, Joey.  Can you keep my 
secret?"

"I don't know," he said softly.

In his mind I said, "Joey, I am going to give you a choice.  You 
understand that I have to do this to protect myself, and you are not 
scared about it."

As these suggestions sunk in, I knew they had worked.  So I continued to 
say in his mind, "I can either let you forget everything I have told you 
today, or I can fix it so you wouldn't be able to tell anyone, 
accidentally or purposely."

I let his thoughts be his own while I waited for his answer.  It didn't 
take long.

"Fix it so I can keep your secret, and others too, please?  Please don't 
make me forget.  I think I would die if I forgot today."

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Well, Joey never did let another secret out.  The funny thing was that I
never did a thing to him.  When I went back into his mind, I found that
he had already believed he could never reveal another secret, and I knew
he was right.  Okay, I did to one thing.  After I left his mind, I
smiled at him and said, "Done."
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