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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip

Chapter IV: 9th Grade, Spring 1986  - Brad and Sandi
Part 1 - Sharing With My Buddies
(mc, hyp, mm-TP-Mast)

Two weeks later on the first day of spring, Joey and I were sitting at my 
kitchen table after having our after school snack.  Joey was twirling my 
coin slowly, concentrating on it.

"I still don't get anything.  It... just makes my fingers feel warm and 
tingly.  That's all.."

"Come on, Joey.  You're right there.  I can see it in your head.  You're 
just right at the edge of getting it."

He sat there, struggling, concentrating, even going a little bug eyed.  
He still couldn't bridge that gap.

"Aaaccck!" he said suddenly, dropping the coin and putting his hand over 
his left eye and forehead.

"What?!" I said.  I was having problems getting his thoughts.  Something 
disrupted them.

"My head hurts..."  He was then holding his head with both hands.  
"Shit, Tim.  I think I strained.....   Ow, ow, OW!  SHIT!"

He almost slammed his head onto the table, and had his arms wrapped 
around the back of his head.

"Joe?  Come on, Joey.  Speak to me.  I can't get in your head,"  I said 
starting to panic.

His response was only to groan and rock his head back and forth.

I kept trying to focus on Joey's mind, but it wasn't making sense to me.  
It was there, but his pain seemed to be confusing his thoughts enough to 
confuse my own. I kept sensing something, but every time I tracked it 
down, it turned out to be from the coin, not Joey.

"The COIN!  Joey here...  Hold the coin!"  I said, forcing it into his 
hand.

"Uuuuuggggh" he said.  The coin did seem to be helping.  Either that, or 
it had been a coincidence that the pain started to reduce.

After a few minutes, I was able to access his thoughts.  It was a little 
weird feeling at first.  Sorta like walking into your own room where 
everything there was familiar, except someone had painted it all bright 
pink.

Joey sat up, and wiped his tears from the pain on his shirt sleeve.

"Shit, I need some aspirin..." he said.

I got him some, and asked, "You feeling okay?  Your head feels kinda 
strange."

"Yeah, I think so.  But could you turn off that radio?  It's driving me 
nuts."

I looked at him like he was already nuts as he swallowed the aspirin 
with his soda.

"Uh, Joey?  The radio isn't on..."

"Huh?  Then what am I hearing?"

I poked around his senses, but wasn't getting anything from his ears.

"I can't hear anything, and your ears aren't either.  What does it sound 
like?"

"A bunch of noise...  Sorta like someone talking gibberish.  No full 
words, just... like part of words.  But they're not English words 
either.."

"Hmmm,"  I said, getting up and walking around the table.

"Hey, I gotta go pee," Joey said, getting up.  "I almost did it in my 
pants a few minutes ago."

As he started walking into the living room towards the bathroom, he 
stopped.

"What?" I asked.

He turned around, his face with an expression of concentration.  "The 
noise... When I walked out of the room, it like...  got softer."

He walked back to the table, turning his head like he was trying to 
pinpoint a noise.  "Shit.  You're right about it not being a sound.  I 
turn my head and it doesn't fade or anything, you know?"  He started to 
take steps forwards and backwards, then left and right.

"What are you doing now?  You look like a bumper car who's been 
surrounded."

"I'm trying to home in, dork."  He started doing his little shuffle 
making his way around one side of the table.  When he started to keep 
going past the table, he stopped, turned around and said, "Holy Shit, 
Tim!  I think it's... the coin!"

We both stared at the red coin sitting on the table where he had left 
it.  I reached out with my mind, and felt the coin.  It did almost feel 
like it was talking gibberish.

"Yeah, I guess you can say it's spitting out parts of words.  But more 
like... the letters words are made out of," I said.

"Wow!  Hey, I guess you were right.  I was just right at the edge.  I 
didn't know it was gonna hurt to cross it though..." Joey said, not 
taking his eyes off the coin.

"Hey, pick it up and find out how it feels to ya now," I suggested.

"Okay," he said as he did so.  "Uhm...  warm tingly.  maybe a little 
stronger, but not anything really.... wait a second.."

I waited a lot longer than a second.  More like over a minute, and then 
he just sank down in the chair and closed his eyes. I let him take his 
time.

After I sat down with him, I could feel his concentration in the air.  
It felt almost electric.

"Whoa, Joey.. I can feel you thinking without.....  What?  You're 
picking up something or something..  What is it?"

He stayed silent, motionless.  I would have been worried if I hadn't 
been able to feel his mind working like some kind of super computer.  I 
kept trying to probe what he was doing, but it was... incomprehensible 
to me.  All I got was a bunch of weird shapes, spinning, turning, 
sometimes colliding with other.  He kept doing the same thing over and 
over, but each time with a different shape or pair of shapes.

Finally, Joey made a grimace of discomfort.  I felt the electricity in 
the air fade away, then he opened his eyes and made a face of dire need.

"What?  Does it hurt again?" I asked as he got up kinda funny.

"No, man.  I gotta pee!"  he said.  He hobbled to the bathroom as fast 
as he could.

"What were you doing?" I called after him. "What was all those shapes 
you were twirling in your head?"

"I was.... ahhhhhh..." he said as he released his bladder.  "I was 
trying to fit shapes to those... things coming out of the coin.  I think 
I've got three of them figured out.  Hey, go get some paper and a 
pencil.  I want to draw them."

"Okay..  Hey, you mean you can see the symbols?" I asked as I ran and 
got some paper from my room.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that.  Not really see them, just sorta feel 
their shape.  Sorta like I'm a blind man with those magnetic numbers and 
letters you get as a kid.  I pick one up and run my fingers over them. 
Except..."  He paused as he zipped up and flushed.

"Except they are like flying in the air, and they don't stop for me to 
feel them.  I have to keep feeling them as they fly by.  And they don't 
seem to repeat in any order.

"But I think these three are right," he said as he sat down and took the 
pencil.  "They were repeated a lot, and I think they go together more 
than others.  Sorta like....  uhm... what's a word used a lot..."

"Sex?"

"No... stupid.  Like, uhm...  I know!  Like 'the'.  You use it all the 
time.  See? I just used it.  And it's part of a bunch of other words 
too.  Like 'they', 'there', uhm..... I know they're others.."

"Yeah, okay...  Do you have any idea how many different symbols there 
are?  I mean, maybe if there are twenty six, they could just be the 
alphabet, but with goofy shapes.  If we could figure out what letter 
stands for which, we could like figure out what it is saying.."

He stopped drawing a moment to think.  "I.. don't... think they could 
just be translated like that.  I'm pretty sure there are more than 
twenty-six of them.  More like two hundred and six.  Maybe more."

"Oh..." I said.  I watched him as he kept drawing, then erasing, then 
drawing again.  It took him a while, but after staring at the three 
figures on the paper for almost three minutes without making any 
changes, he sighed and put down the pencil.

"Okay, I guess that's right.. " he said, passing the paper to me.

I sat there, staring at what would be come the very first of thousands 
of such symbols Joey and I would record in the next several years.  But 
for now, the figures on that piece of paper were strangely familiar, but 
a mystery to me as to what they were about.

"Hey, do you remember my nightmare?  The part about when the man was 
taking me over?  I saw symbols sorta like these...  I wonder if....  
Hey! And when my mom was trying to force me to live in the nurses 
office...  I remember! The command she was using!  It was a SYMBOL!"

"You mean, these things are what you use to... control people with?"

"I think so.  I mean it would make sense, I guess.  I've only seen them 
in my dreams though."

"Hey, try making my hand open and close, and I'll try and see if I can 
get anything from you.." Joey said excitedly.

"Okay.." I waited as he closed his eyes and started to concentrate.

"Shit," he said opening his eyes.  "All I can feel is the coin."

"Okay, I'll just put it in my room."

When I came back, Joey was already concentrating.  I felt like I had 
walked into a room that was built out of a huge TV screen.  The closer I 
got to Joey, the stronger the tingly feeling from a screen's surface 
became.  There really wasn't any static electricity, it just felt like 
it.

I started to make Joey's hand clasp and unclasp.  I didn't try to see 
what was going on it Joey's head, just in case that would interfere with 
his sensing of the hand commands.  His hand was starting to get tired, 
so I had it move onto the table and just tapped his index finger.  I got 
bored with that after ten minutes, so I started to tap each finger in 
order, then tried to do it faster and keep them going without a pause 
between his index finger and pinkie taps.

"Hey, not so fast.  I can't catch them like that.." Joey muttered.

I slowed them down, and just kept the pattern up for a while.  I finally 
was bored out of mind enough that I started to get a little horny.  I 
moved his hand down to his crotch, and had it squeezing it.  It was a 
repeating pattern, and I was beginning to wonder if Joey was even 
noticing it.

Finally, he just grinned, and gave out a frustrated huff.  "You know, 
it's kinda hard to to concentrate while you're doing that."

"I'm not doing it.. It's your hand.."

He opened his eyes and said, "Well I'll need my hand if I'm going to 
draw these.."

We spent the next couple of hours just working on the hand symbols.  He 
kept having me do a certain movement of his hand whenever he couldn't 
remember the shape of the symbol he was drawing, which was often.  These 
seemed to be a little harder to draw than the coin's three symbols.  Of 
the six we worked on,  it quickly become apparent that they all had the 
basic shape.  But there were many little points and edges that were 
different.

It was almost as if they were all the same symbol, but some edges had 
been hit by a hammer, and in other places they had little extra pieces 
added on. Something like the differences between the letter E and F.  
We didn't realize it that afternoon, but if we had made cardboard 
cutouts of those command symbols Joey drew, we would have used exactly 
the same about of cardboard for each symbol.  Where ever a dent 
occurred, the 'volume' lost was made up somewhere else on the figure.

(Strangely enough, the symbols do appear to have three dimensions.  But 
the third does not have any significance.  All of the features are in 
the two dimensional form, and that was lucky for us.  I can't imagine 
Joey and I having to draw three dimensional symbols.  We do it all the 
time now, using computers to simulate different combinations of symbols 
as they interact with others.  Joey did all of that in his head.  The 
reasons will come out much later in the story.)

When my mother got home, we showed her the drawings.  Joey had to go 
home to eat, and then we both had homework.  Especially me since I had 
gotten pretty behind.  I don't know why it took me so long to figure out 
I could just copy what other people knew into my own head, but that 
didn't happen for a couple more weeks.  Until then, I had to do the work 
just like everyone else.

Because of all the time I had been out of school, Higgs didn't allow us 
to get out of class until I was caught up, even after I showed him the 
drawings.  He did, however, talk to me and Joey considerably about them.  
His interest in them was almost as great as mine and Joey's.  Higg's 
believed that they could be of great scientific value, if and when we 
ever figured out how they worked.

"I understand how you wouldn't want to reveal you discoveries to the 
world right now.  But perhaps in ten or twenty years, you will feel 
different.  I really feel you are working on something that shouldn't be 
kept secret forever.  I'll help you as much as I can, as long as you 
boys remember that your education comes first." 

(Like I had mentioned earlier, he guided our research more than I had 
realized.  Not just by letting us do it on school time, but he also 
contributed a lot of the good ideas.  I'm not going go into great detail 
about his inputs, because quite frankly I don't remember most of them.  
We had many conferences together, and we all contributed to the ideas 
that came out.  But he directed our talks in a manner that got us to 
where we needed to go.  Without his insight and structure, we would have 
never gotten past just drawing a bunch of symbols.)

Suzi, Joey, and I didn't fool around at all until the weekend.  And then 
we didn't really do much then.  Joey and I were too involved in the 
symbols, and we all were still sorta all hornied out.  But we all looked 
forward to the next weekend at my father's, probably for slightly 
different reasons.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

It wasn't until the following Monday, exactly three weeks after meeting my 
dad, that Suzi suddenly remembered something at lunch.

"Joey!  You were supposed to be my servant last month at lunch!"  Suzi 
suddenly exclaimed.

We were sitting at our usual table with Joey, me, Suzi, Brad, Mindy and 
Vito.  John had been sitting with some other friends ever since I, and 
then Joey started to sit with Suzi and her friends.  Lex didn't go to 
this high school, so Brad was the only one left from the old Jr. High 
group who still sat with us.  Mindy was one of Suzi's friends, Marsha 
and a few others formed their own separate table because there were just 
too many people.  Vito was a tenth grader who had hooked up with Mindy, 
and we all liked him.  He has pretty funny, and he didn't seem to mind 
he was sitting with a bunch of freshmen.  

Besides, Mindy was a babe, and before Vito showed up, I was worried she 
would join the other girls.  It wasn't that I had a problem with Marsha 
and that gang, they were really pretty nice.  But they abandoned us, not 
the other way around, and Marsh still held a grudge against me from 
stealing Suzi from her.

But today, it would have been much easier if it had just been the three 
of us.

"Servant?" Mindy exclaimed.

"Shit.  I was hoping you wouldn't ever remember that," Joey said sinking 
in his chair.

"Servant?" Mindy repeated.

"Well, tomorrow your gonna pay up, mister," Suzi said with a wicked 
grin.

"Servant? Hello?  Can anybody hear me?"

"Suzi beat Joey, er, wrestling," I told Mindy.

"Wresting?" Mindy started again.

"Yeah, but you lost to Wanda, and you didn't have to be her servant," 
Joey said darkly.

"Yeah, but that's because she was my dad's sla.. um, you know."

"What?" Brad said.  "What were you going to say?"

The three of us just looked at each other, trying to think of something 
that sounded like the word slave.  We couldn't.

"You don't want to know," I said, reinforcing it with a mental command.

"Yeah, you're right."  Brad said.

"So.. why were you wrestling?" Mindy asked.  "And how did you beat Joey?  
Did you cheat or something?"

"Uhm, no.. I didn't cheat.  I just got him in a head lock.." Suzi 
admitted.

"So, what are you gonna have Joey do?" Vito asked.

"Oh, you'll just have to wait and see tomorrow," Suzi said deviously.

"Shit," Joey said as he sank down even more.  "Come on Suz.  I wouldn't 
have made you done anything if I had won.."

"Well, that would have been your dumbness.  And I like making you 
miserable Joey.  Your so cute when you're embarrassed."

"Thanks," Joey said, embarrassed.

"See?" Suzi said, raising Joey's arm up in they air.  "He blushes from 
head to toe.  Isn't it.. Cute?"

"Well, at least I don't get horny enough to bonk a door knob when I'm 
embarrassed.." Joey said under his breath.  Unfortunately, Mindy heard 
it.

"What do you mean by that?" Mindy asked.  She liked getting the dirt on 
people.

"Oh, nothing," Joey said, blushing again.

"Hey Tim, what was the one you wrestled like.  Was she a blond?" Brad 
asked.

"Actually I don't really know.  Uhm, I guess you could say she was a 
dirty blond," I said grinning.

"What does that mean?" Vito said.

"Well, I guess you might as well know..." I said still grinning.  I 
looked at Suzi and said, "Go ahead.  Tell them what kind of wrestling it 
was."

Suzi started to blush herself, then said, "It was, er, mud wrestling.."

"Mud wrestling?"  Mindy said.

"Ohhh hoho!  I would have like to have seen that!" Brad said.

"So were you like in swimming suits?  Or what?" Vito asked.

"Yeah, what were we in, Timmy?" Suzi said, trying to put me on the spot.

I wasn't going let her do it me, so I just gave her a toothy smile.

"You're not!" Suzi said.  Then she groaned, realizing I meant to tell 
the truth.

"What?  What IS going on with you three?" Mindy said.

I kept my eyed locked on Suzi's blushing face as I said, "It was NUDE 
mud wrestling.."

"NUDE?" the three of them said as Suzi gave out a different kind of 
groan.  She was starting to get wet from the embarrassment.

"You saw her nude?  In mud?  And another girl too?" Brad said, 
flabbergasted.

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if you haven't been drinking some drain 
cleaner," Vito said.  "You expect us to believe you wrestled in mud, 
with a girl you didn't even know the color of her hair, nude?"

"We did, trust me.  That's why they beat us.  There wasn't anything to 
grab a hold of. They slipped through our hands all the time.  And they 
were used to the mud, we weren't."

"Why were they used to the ... Don't tell me.." Brad said.

"Suzi!  You mean you were wrestling another girl.. NAKED?" Mindy said, 
shocked.

Suzi really started to blush again.  She was enjoying it at a certain 
level, and I was having a ball.  I shouldn't have been blabbing my mouth 
like that, but I couldn't help it.

"Hey, Tim?  I think your starting to get a little carried away.   Your 
gonna make her... uhm... you know.." Joey said.

"Yeah, I know.  And she's loving it to," I said.

"Not as much as you are, selfish bastard," Suzi said with a new fire in 
her eyes.

"Uhm, so like what did you do after you wrestled?"  Vito said, trying to 
defuse some of the tension.

"Uhm, we got cleaned up and had dinner with Tim's dad," Joey said.

"So your dad's rich or something?" Brad asked.

"I guess.." I said, not really wanting to talk about my father.

"You guess?" Suzi said, seeing a chance to turn the tables on me.  "He 
only owns a mansion with who knows how many rooms.  Let's see, he has a 
limo, an army of servants, gold plated trash cans, shall I go on?  
Timmy?"

"Wow!  Dang, Tim.. Next time you go over to your dad's house, can I go 
too?" Brad asked seriously.

Suzi and I looked at each other, seeing we had done something stupid.

"Maybe. Joey, Suz, and I are going up there with my mom to spend the 
weekend, but we... kinda have plans.  Maybe next time?"

"What do you mean you have plans?" Mindy asked.

"You know.. Plans.." Suzi said, not knowing what else to say.

"Ohhh, Planned plans," Mindy said sarcastically.  "You know, ever since 
we started high school, something has been going on with you three..  
You're too close.  I mean what are you doing that so secret?"  Then she 
lowered her voice and said to Suzi, "Are you three... doing it?  
Together?"

Suzi's face turned red again, then both Joey's and mine did.  Nobody 
knew what to say to that, so there was a moment of silence.

Brad was looking at me kind of strangely.  As we all were getting ready 
to leave, Brad pulled me aside and said, "So, why didn't you or Joey 
tell me.  We all swore we would when we did it with a girl.."

"Sorry Brad.  I guess I forgot.  Joey and Suz did it the week I was.. 
uhm, gone.  When I found out, I was really upset, but then they wanted 
to do it with me too and.."

"They?  You mean.... Joey?"  Brad said, shocked.

"Uhm, well...." I was trying to stall long enough for me to think.

"I can't believe it," he said.  Then real softly so no one else could 
hear, "Are you too, like, uhm... you know.."

"What, fags?" I said just as quietly.  I was getting a vibe of disgust, 
and yet a feeling of excitement. "With Suzi around?"

"No.. just...  I've...  Uhm,"  he said nervously.  He was confused, 
scared, and excited all at the same time.  And I knew that just by 
looking at him.

"Hey Suzi," I called.  "Tell Roddenburger I'll be late.  Brad and I 
gotta talk."

Brad was surprised at my statement.  After all, he didn't know.. Yet.

"Come on.  Lets go to my office," I said as I lead Brad past the rest of 
the students and past the door guard without anyone questioning my right 
to leave.

"Uhm, Tim?"  Brad said as we started to climb the stairs to the second 
floor.  "How come you can come and go like you please?  Is it because..  
Uhm, like you took those pills and stuff?"

"Nah.  I have... Lets just say I have an agreement with Higgs.  As long 
as I keep my grades up, I can take time off like this.  Well, as long as 
I have a good reason.  And you, my friend," I said putting my hand on 
his shoulder," are a good reason."

"Thanks Tim, but I don't really see..  Wait.  Where are we going?" he 
said as we turned the corner to go up to the third floor.

"To my office.  Come on Brad.  Everything is on the up and up.  I 
promise you'll won't get into trouble.  If you like, we can go the 
office and talk to Higgs first."

"You mean you really have an office?  Up here?" Brad said following me 
up the stairs.

"Yep.  With my own key and everything.  Suzi and Joey have a key too."

"Wow.  What did you do to get them.  Blackmail Higgs or something?"

"Well actually, I helped him out of a jam he got himself in.  But I 
can't tell you about that.  Let's talk about what you were thinking when 
you ask me if I was gay."  I said as I turned the key in the door.

"Huh?"  he said, turning slightly pale.

"I didn't mean to..." he said backing away.  He was feeling like I had 
brought him up here to confront him, or maybe even make him to have sex 
with me, which wasn't what I was going to do.

"I'm talking about that jerk off fantasy you were thinking of.  I'm just 
going to talk with you.  I'm not trying to trick you into anything," I 
said inside the room while holding the door open for him.

"How do you know about that?"  he said even more alarmed.

"Come on Brad.  Get in here and I'll tell you everything.  Trust me," I 
said, while giving him the "trust me" command.

"Okay, Tim.  I do trust you," he said, his panic fading as he walked in.

He sat down on the couch, and I got comfortable in the easy chair I had 
obtained last Friday.  I scanned his mind, and found what I had 
suspected.

"Brad, I'm gonna tell you something that you have to swear never to tell 
anyone, even if you think they already know.  Do you swear?"

"I guess.."

"No.  No guesses, no maybes.  You have to mean it too, 'cause I'll know 
if you don't."

"But..  I don't know Tim.  This is kinda strange.. you're acting kind of 
weird with all this.. stuff."

"I can't tell you anything until you swear.  You do trust me don't you?"

"Yeah, but... Okay.  I swear."

"Good.  And you meant it too.  Okay.  Uhm.  Before I tell you anything, 
tell me that jerk off fantasy you had.  Maybe you will figure it out if 
you just say it out loud."

"Uhm.." he said, getting embarrassed.  "I don't think that would be a 
good idea.."

"You were sitting at home, watching TV.  You all of a sudden got really 
horny, and started to jerk off...  shall I go on?  Or can you take it 
from there?"

When he didn't answer,  I continued.  "You were dreaming about Suzi, 
about her slipping out of her bikini.  You wanted to touch her skin, to 
feel her hot body against you.  You started feeling your cum rising in 
your balls, but not just yours.  You felt your left hand on your dick, 
you right hand on your ass hole, another had another dick, another 
shoving it's fingers into your pussy.  When you came, you came with the 
orgasm of four people."

Brad's eyes were distant, recalling the events as I said them.  He 
obviously had a lump in his pants.

"Ever since then, you have tried to get that kind of feeling again, and 
couldn't.  When you asked me about being a fag, you thought maybe that 
we had found a way to do something like that.  Joey, me and Suzi.  Well, 
you were right."

He snapped out of his daze real fast when I said that.

"What do you mean I was right?"  He said with a frown.

"I mean, well, Joey, Suzi and I do share our orgasms.  Or at least we 
used to..  Well anyway.... Brad, I'm sorry.  I guess I did that to you 
last year by accident.   Joey and I thought John.."

"You did it?  I KNEW you somehow did that thing in the shower.  I KNEW 
IT!"  He was getting very aggressive.  He was standing up, pointing his 
finger at me, and was glaring at me.  I didn't care of it at all.

"Calm down, Brad.  I didn't have to tell you any of this."

"But why did you lie to me.  You AND Joey.   I knew something was up 
with you two.  I just thought... I didn't know what to think.  Some 
friends you are," he said, sitting down on the couch again, but not 
relaxing at all.

"Look, I didn't mean to do any of those things.  They were accidents.  I 
didn't even know you had been in the link.  Joey and I didn't see 
anything during the link that could have told us you had been.  We know 
John had been, and we didn't tell him anything either."

"Well, I'm gonna tell him," Brad said angrily.

"No you won't.  You swore, and now you can't."

"Well, that was before you told me.  I'm not going to keep that kind of 
a secret from John, not like you had from me.  Did you know I thought I 
was going nuts?  Or that I actually started to jerk off thinking about 
holding another guy dick just because of that.. that.."  he stopped.

"Brad, I'm sorry.  But you can't tell anyone, even if you think you can.  
See, I can do more than just... jerk people off..  You're not telling 
anyone, and you might as well accept it.  As far as what you did after 
the jerk off, well, you did it yourself.  Nothing I did.."

"Fuck you Tim.  You've lost it.  You know that?  You are one sick puppy.  
Why did I ever trust you."

I sighed.  I hadn't planned on this, but either I was going to have to 
give him more commands, or give him something he wanted.

I empathicly connected to Brad, and began to lower him in to a hypnotic 
trance.  "Brad, listen to my voice, feel my voice inside your head..  
let yourself relax, listening to the air conditioner, the sounds of your 
heart, so relaxing, so peaceful.." etc.

I didn't want to give him any commands that may have unforeseen side 
affects.  I needed him to be suggestible enough to do what I needed to 
do.

"Brad, do you remember how good that jerk off felt?"

"Yes..."

"Would you like to feel that way again?"

".... Yes..." he said after a considerable hesitation.

"Would you allow me to make you feel that way?"

"I...  No..."

"Why?"

"You.. I..  I don't want to be gay.."

"Brad, relax.  Just because you want to feel good doesn't mean your gay.  
I'm not gay, and neither are you.  You just want to feel good.  I'm your 
friend, and I want to help you feel good.  That's all it is.  I won't 
touch you, and you won't touch me..

"So, is it okay if I help you feel good?"  I asked again.

"I... don't know,"  he admitted.

I sighed.  I knew what I wanted to do, so I did it.

"Brad, remember how horny you felt?  Remember Suzi's fingers, going in 
and out of her pussy?"

"Yes.."

I connected with him empathically, sharing my horniness with him, then 
said, "Now, think of a girl you would really like to see undressing... 
Watching her pull her top off, now slipping down her shorts, watching 
her smooth perfect legs as they step out of her shorts.  Now you're 
looking upwards, following her legs up... to her knees, up to where her 
legs end, and her panties begin.  Can you see her tummy and belly 
button?"

"Yess.."

"That's good...  Can you see her now starting to move her hands up her 
body, slipping her hands behind her, and unclasping her bra?"

"Yess.."

"You dick is really hard now, isn't it."

"Yess.."

"She's taking the bra off now, but she has turned her back towards you.  
Would you like her to turn around?"

"Yes.."

"Are you feeling very horny and good?"

"Yes.."

"As she turns around, you will find yourself so horny, you will have to 
touch your dick..  Do you still want her to turn around?"

"I...  Yes.."

"She's turning around... Brad, you dick wants your hand to rub it.  Rub 
it Brad, she's turning around...  You want too.. You need too.."


"Yes..  I need to."  Brad's hands slowly went to his shorts and slipped 
his right hand in them.  His hand was slowly squeezing it, and his mouth 
was open, breathing.   He was starting to turn me on.

"Brad, I am going to make you feel even better.  Would you like that?"

"Yes.."

I connected us so he would feel my dick as well as his own.  I pulled my 
shorts and underwear off, then began to slowly pull my pud.

"Brad, can you feel that?"

"Yes... Please... More.."

"No Brad... If you want more, you will have to promise you will not feel 
any bad feelings about you and I sharing our jerk off.  It is up to you.  
We can feel even better than you ever felt before.  Better..

"Yes... I want to feel goooood.."

"You really want to feel good, don't you.  You would do almost anything 
to jerk off and feel that good again, wouldn't you?"

"Yess...  Please?   Make me feel good?"

"I'm your friend Brad.  I want to make you feel good.  You know that 
now, don't you Brad?"

"Yes.."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes..."

"Am I your friend?"

"Yes.  My friend."

"So you will feel good about everything we have talked about.  You want 
to feel good, don't you Brad."

"Yes... I want to feel good."

"Brad, you're feeling more alert, more wake now,  even more now... even 
more now..  Your almost completely awake now..  You're fully alert now..

"You okay?"  I asked Brad as he blinked his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess.  What did you do?"  he said.

"I hypnotized you.  Don't worry, I didn't really plant any suggestions.  
Can you remember everything I said?"

"I think so.  It's kinda like a dream."

"I know.  I'm sorry I had to do that.  But you weren't giving me any 
choice.  I didn't want to make you do something you didn't already want 
to do."

"Tim, what.. what are you?" Brad said.  He seemed to have forgotten that 
his hand was in his pants and I was holding my own in plain view.

"Huh?  Hmmm... I guess you can say I'm just your average everyday horny 
guy that can read minds and change them if I want.  But I don't want to 
do anything to you.  At least nothing you don't want me to do already."

"So, what now?  I mean...."  He stopped and opened his eyes wide.  His 
face even turned pale from fright.

"What?  Brad, What's the matter?"

"I didn't mean too.  I.. I..  Didn't want to think about it, but 
somehow... It just popped my head..  That girl you wrestled.  You were 
going to call her your dad's ..."  he stopped.

"Slave, yeah.  But not mine.  I'm not like my dad.  Now stop worrying.  
You're not going to be anyone's slave unless you want to be.  Come on, 
Brad.  You're my friend.  Besides, like I said, I'm not gay.  I like girls 
a heck of lot more than guys."

"But what about Joey?  Isn't he... and Suzi?  Aren't they..."

"No!  What do you think I am??  God no.  I love them, man.  I could 
never do something like that."

"Oh... I thought... I'm sorry..  I guess they don't act like their your 
slaves.."

"Look Brad.  I brought you up here to level with you.  I've done that.  
Now level with me.  Do you want to feel good like that again?"

"Well, yeah.  Wouldn't anyone?"

"Even if it means that me, maybe Joey, probably Suzi, and maybe others 
later would be sharing it with you?"

"Uhm.  Like doing to each other?  I don't..."

"No.  Well, I can't say that for sure, but I can promise you would be 
the only one to do it to you if you want it that way.  You can even be 
in your own room alone when we all do it."

"Really?  You mean just like last time?"

"Yeah but better.  If you want, you might even talk Suzi into trading 
bodies with you..  She kinda gets a kick out of having a dick.."

"REALLY?  Cool!  Yeah, okay.  You mean I would be in her body?  And like 
look at it and do..  stuff?"

"As long as you don't mind her doing the same.  I can't promise you she 
will do it.  But I think she would.  She likes you enough.   She even 
talked about blowing you once, just to see how you taste.."

"Man...   Uhm, Tim?  Can we talk about something else?  I'm not 
really..."

"Hey.  I'm hard too, so I say we have a two way right now.  Think of it 
as the handshake that closes the deal.  Okay?"

"I don't know...  I mean, it just feels wrong."

I connected up to him again, feeling his hardon starting to wither.  I 
quickly shared my side of the link, and that reversed the process.

"Are you sure?" I said as I started to wank it.

"Uhhhhhh!" Brad said as his hand started to slip in his shorts again.  
His eyes got a distant look, and he slid his butt closer to the edge of 
the couch.

"Brad, lay down, bud.  You got the whole couch to yourself.  I won't 
even be watching you, so you might as well pull it out and do it right."

I pulled the lever on the easy chair, pushed the back down, and started 
to pound away.  Brad had followed my suggestions, and I had kinda went 
back on my word and peeked just before I had laid back.  I was slightly 
disappointed in finding that his had grown bigger than mine over the 
year also.  It was kinda unfair that I had started out so much bigger 
than anyone else, but within a year, I had become the one they could 
call peewee.  I wasn't really worried, however.  My dad had a much 
bigger cock than any of them.  I just hoped I hadn't inherited mine from 
my mother's side of the family. 

(It turned out average size, thank you very much.  Good thing too.  You 
can't go around fucking everyone's ass if yours is as big as a horse's.)

As I felt us starting to close on our goal, I was suddenly curious as to 
what he was imagining right then.  I peeked, and nearly lost my grip.

He was imagining he was kissing Katie' tits.  That had certainly been 
quite a coincidence.  And it really had been, too.

Brad's image of her naked was not very accurate, but then I had never 
seen her naked either, except briefly through her own eyes.  I figured 
he was probably as close to the real thing as my image was.  I decided 
we would find out together someday soon.

I was tempted to inform him of my decision to make his current fantasy 
cum true, but at his current state of arousal,  it would have been 
wasted.  I figured on telling him next time, just as we get started.

His fantasy had made it to the point were he had found what was going to 
send him over the edge.  I felt our balls retract, the cum boiling at 
the roots, all while he replayed imagining his dick sliding across her 
smooth tanned belly, just below and beside her belly button, leaving a 
smeared trail of precum.

That probably sent me over the edge first, pulling him with me.  The 
orgasm was very good, the best two way I had felt for a very long time.  
It was clearly lacking Suzi's contribution, but still, I hadn't as much 
as jerked off since the last three way with the two, so it was absolutely 
heaven.

I was moaning and thrusting as my load shot up in the air.  I actually 
hit the ceiling once, and another landed on my forehead and hair.  I had 
barely taken notice of Brad's actions during the orgasm.  He had simply 
squeaked, and went stiff.  Very quiet compared to mine.

I came out of the post orgasm daze before Brad did, and found I very 
much wanted to go over and hold him.  I thought about it, and realized 
it was just what Suzi, Joey, and I would have done.  It was more habit 
than anything.  But what wasn't habit was the yearning to go and taste 
him.  

"Probably been in Suzi's head too much," I thought to myself.

I laid there staring up at the wet spot on the ceiling I had made, 
wondering if it would ever drip.  I didn't want to shorten Brad's high.

But when I found my eyes starting to close,  I realized it had been way 
too long.  I shook my sleepiness away, and slowly brought the chair back 
to a sitting position.  Brad was asleep, underwear and shorts at his 
knees, his right hand still holding his semisoft dick, and his mouth was 
open slightly.

My hardon came back, but I stuffed it in my shorts.  I stood there, 
feeling a lust for his body flow through me.  I got a hold of myself, 
and checked the time.  Class had started ten minutes before.

I was about to wake him, then realized I probably would never find out 
what he tasted like if I didn't right then.  I gave in to my desires 
slightly, and made sure Brad wouldn't awaken before I was done.  I 
looked at the puddles of cooling cum, felt my lust flow through my 
blood, knelt down, and slurped all three up before I sucked down his rod 
which I had forced to harden like steel.  

As I rapped my tongue around his meat, and the signal from my taste buds 
had just reached my brain, I had the most horrible and frightening 
thought.

"What if it does taste like shit?"

That was the first and last dick I ever took into my mouth. 


(Side note:  I never actually purposely tasted mine or anyone's else's 
shit, so I am somewhat mystified how I even knew what it tasted like.  
The taste I imagined was accurate to what I had found in other peoples 
memories at a later time.  I suppose I must have tasted it at one time 
or another accidentally, but I don't recall that event.  I still have 
trouble understanding why some people find it erotic messing with it.  
Perhaps I am biased against it, so what is so sexual about shit?)

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