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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 XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 1 - Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and the Sight (no sex)
Part 2 - Traveling Companion (mmm)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 3 - Symbolic Relations (mm oral)
Part 4 - Our Parents' Wishes (mc, fmf)
Part 5 - Moving In Pains (mmm oral)
>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 XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 1 - Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and the Sight
(no sex)
"Ahhhhhhh," I let out as I sat down into my bubble bath. "It's good to be
home."
I was alone at my south mansion.
Quiet. Perfectly quiet. Nothing but the sound of my movements in the water.
So peaceful... So relaxing... So...
"Boring!" I yelled, listening to the echo with a grin.
"NICE AND BORING!" I screamed enthusiastically.
The phone rang. I didn't answer it.
Something made a noise in the other room.
I didn't care.
There was no one there, and I knew it.
It was probably just the house settling.
I fell asleep in my bath, and woke up all pruned up and a little cold.
"Well, enough of that shit," I said, having had my fill of what my mom called
private time.
She had talked me into just taking a little time out and do something alone,
something relaxing, something I couldn't get stressed about. But the truth
was, I felt more stressed trying to relax than I did if I was out running from
the devil himself.
So I got myself warmed back up in the shower real fast, then jumped into my
clothes and took off for Joey's house.
"Hi," I said with a grin when Margaret answered the door. "Can Joey come out
and play?"
"Shit," she said, letting me in. "Don't start pulling that on me again, Timmy.
I thought I had you trained by now."
"Sorry, Mom Connor," I said over my shoulder. "I guess it's been so long that
I forgot I could just walk in. I'll try and remember next time, 'kay?"
"That's fine. Tell that grandson of mine if he's going to lick the beaters, he
better get his butt in the kitchen."
"Awe!" I whined. "That used to be Joey's and my job! What did you make?"
"Chocolate chip cookies. Sorry Timmy. Grandchildren first, sons and their
best friends second."
"Shit. I bet he even gets to sit in the good chair, too."
"You know it, sonny," she said just as she re-entered the kitchen and I got to
Joey's door.
"Hey Joey, what do you say we.." I said, stopping when I found the rest of the
Harrisons had finally arrived.
Sarah, Joey, Tommy, Stan, Gina and Denise were all sitting on Joey's bed,
looking at his photo album. Denise and Stan looked a little bored, but with
Tommy on Stan's lap commenting on every page, I guess it couldn't be too
boring, could it?
"Hey. I see you got here earlier than you thought," I said, standing by the
door since the room was pretty full already.
"Richardson helped out a little," Stan said with a friendly nod.
"Shit, Tim," Joey said without looking up. "You know, I think you're in
practically ever picture I've taken."
"You're the one who always wants to go to take pictures of places, then has to
have someone in the picture that you know. Hey Sarah. Do you remember this?"
I asked, pulling out the baseball card Joey had given me the previous
Christmas.
"No.. I don't think so.." Sarah said. "Why? Is it valuable?"
Joey was looking at her with a hurt expression, but everyone except me was
looking at Tommy as he examined the slightly worn card.
"Well, to me and Joey, it's priceless," I said softly, more to Joey than her.
"You gave it to me right before you went away," Joey said calmly.
"Then why does Tim have it?" Sarah asked, glancing at me before noticing Joey
wiping his eyes. "What's the matter, bro? Did I say something wrong?"
"Joey gave it to me last Christmas. It means a lot to him, and to me," I said,
squeezing in next to Joey and the headboard.
"It's the only thing I had that you had given me," Joey said. "Its just a
stupid card, but.."
"Oh, Joey," Sarah said, hugging him. "You know what? I had something of yours
that I kept too. Do you want to see what it was?"
"Yeah," he said, straightening up after ending the hug.
"This," she said, taking off a locket from around her neck and handing it to
him.
"I didn't give this to you.." Joey said, confused.
"Look inside, stupid," Sarah teased.
"What is it?" he asked, picking up the gray lump of.. something.
"That is one of your baby teeth that I pulled from your mouth the day.."
"The day you LEFT! I remember that! You tricked me!"
"You were so gullible," she said, smiling. "That reminds me.. Tommy, how's
that tooth doing?"
"Don't listen to her Tommy. She stole my tooth and I never got my quarter from
the tooth fairy. Do you have any idea how mad I was? A quarter was a lot of
money back then."
"OH! Hey Tommy. I nearly forgot. Your Grandma said that if you're going to
lick the beaters, to get your..." I said just before streak of blue and red
flew out the door.
"DADDY! Those are MY BEATERS!" Tommy said running after Stan.
"Heh. Remember when we would fight over the beaters?" Joey asked, staring at
the picture he had taken of his hand.
"Yeah," both Sarah and I said.
Joey chuckled, then sighed.
"Hey. You okay?" I said, feeling his heart sinking.
He look up from the photo album at me and said, "I used to dream about having
Sarah here for Christmas. And now that she's here.. Well, there's someone
still missing, that's all. Mom, Dad, Sarah, you.."
"That's why I came over," I said, giving him a hug like Sarah had. "Let's go
call and see if they're home."
"Who?" Sarah asked as Denise and Gina left the room without speaking a word.
"Suzi," we both said instantly.
"Timmy?" Joey said as he stood up after I got up to leave.
"What?" I said as I reached the doorway.
"Hey. Come 'ere," Joey said still standing next to the bed.
"What?" I said, confused as I went back over and sat back down.
"No, stand back up... That's better," he said before stepping into my space
and planting his lips over mine.
That kiss would be the last Joey and I would share for a long time. I
regretted that I had not allowed myself to enjoy it more, but after all the
kissing and sex we had had the past few months, my response was less than
adequate for someone who meant as much as Joey did to me.
"You're welcome," I said when he ended his gentle but long kiss.
I don't think Joey noticed the shocked look on Sarah's face as we left. I
wondered what she thought the two of us had done while in Wally's suite if we
hadn't at least been kissing. I let it go, and I had figured Sarah had too.
After we had called to find that Suzi was out with some school friends, Joey
and I tried to find something to do while our hearts were sinking into our
stomachs.
Luckily, Joey's dad arrived with the freshly cut Christmas tree, and while Joey
went to help with that, Sarah asked me if she could have a word with me in
private.
She felt disturbed with something, but I had no clue what about until she out
right told me.
"You haven't been... messing with Joey's mind, have you?" she asked bluntly
after locking Joey's door behind us.
"What?" I said, my face draining of color while I felt myself go cold.
"You have. Haven't you," she said, holding her temper in.
"What makes you think I've done anything to Joey?" I said, getting angry
myself.
"Oh, like I'm supposed to believe that Joey, my little brother, actually wanted
to kiss you? Look. I don't have a problem with you or anyone else being gay
or bisexual. But I do have a problem with someone forcing my brother to be
something he isn't, especially by someone who he thinks is his best friend."
"He thinks!? You think I? That he? That's bull shit, Sarah! That fucking
BULL SHIT!"
"Don't lie to me, you little cock sucker," she said, poking my chest with her
finger. "If I find one little thought altered in his head, one little hidden
memory in his mind, I'll.. I'll..."
"That's the thanks I get. After everything I did. Everything I went through!
And YOU have the... the... FUCK YOU, Sarah!" I said, releasing a monstrous
shock wave of rage that literally knocked her off her feet as I turned and
almost ripped the door off its hinges.
"Tim! What's wrong!" Joey asked as I passed him in the hall while I headed
straight for the front door.
"Ask your FUCKING SISTER!" I said, slamming their front door behind me.
I was angry. No. I was furious. But most of all, I was scared shitless. If
Sarah found the rat... The rat I had made... The rat I put in Joey's head...
Oh God... If she pulled the rat out and restored him...
<I would lose him forever...>
I ended up in a bar.
They gave me my drinks for free.
Jack, my old buddy, my only true friend was there.
He and I are very intimate, you know.
The bartender was all too happy to make sure I wouldn't go without Jack.
I made the bartender very happy.
I made everyone happy.
Everyone was happy at my bar.
Everyone but me.
<Everyone but me.>
This guy comes in off the street and sits down next to me.
He orders his whiskey, then says to me, "Girlfriend problems?"
"naw.. boyfriend's sister problems."
"Ouch. Been there myself. Older or younger sister?"
"Older."
"So.. She thinks you're the reason he's gay. She can't accept that her
brother might actually have been the one who wanted to suck you first. Stupid
bitch."
"Yeah, stupid bitch," I said nodding.
"You know what I do when that happens?"
"Wha'"
"I come here and get drunk," he said with a grin.
"Heh."
"Name's Zack."
"Tim."
"Hey, Tim. You know, I had a good friend named Tim when I was growing up."
"Did he have an older sister?"
"Yeah. Stupid bitch."
"Stupid bitch," I agreed.
"Thank God I only have two brothers."
"No sisters?" I asked, looking over at him for the first time. He was a thirty
something looking skinny man, blonde headed, fair skin. He sort of looked like
an older Joey but with brown eyes.
"Nope. You?"
"Nope," I echoed as I looked back down at my booze.
"Any brothers?"
"Yep. One."
"Oh yeah? How old?"
"Uhm... minus six months."
"Minus... Oh. The old lady got knocked up, eh? Who was he?"
"My pop."
"Whoa. Didn't see that one coming... You get along with him okay?"
"Yep. He let's me do my thing, I let him do his."
"That's cool... My pop threw me out of the house when I was sixteen."
"That sucks... Why?"
"He caught me fucking mom."
"Oh... My dad keeps trying to talk me into doing that."
"He does?"
"Yep."
"Whoa.. Didn't see that one coming either."
"Nope."
"Have you done it?"
"Done what?"
"Fuck your mom?"
"Nope. Not gonna either."
"Why not, man?"
"Cause, it's wrong."
"Who the fuck says that?"
"I do."
"Oh."
"You ever have a girlfriend while you had a boyfriend?"
"Nope. You?"
"Yep. It was the besth thing that ever happened to me."
"Wow. Did she have an older brother?"
"Yep."
"He didn't like no fag fucking his sister, did he?"
"He was suckin' another guy off the lasth thime I saw him. I don'th think he
cares."
"Whoa. Didn't see that one coming."
"Nope."
"You know what I do after I get drunk?"
"Wha'?"
"I find someone else who's drunk and ask 'em if they wanna fuck."
"Nope."
"Nope what?"
"Nope. I don't wanna fuck. I'm not drunk enough yeh."
"You know? Me neither..."
"Wha' his name?"
"Derek. What was yours?"
"Joey."
"Joey.... I love you, Joey. Yeah. That's a good name."
"Yep."
"Fuck me, Joey.... Suck me, Joey.... Wow.. That's a really good name."
"Yep. You know wha?"
"What?"
"I'm drunk enough now."
"I'm nawt."
"Here," I said, handing him my glass. "Twy thith," I muttered before letting
my head plop down on the counter.
"Shit. Whaths in this?"
"Don' remember. Drink."
He drained it, then looked at me with a lusty grin on his face.
"You ever been drunk while another drunk blows ya before?"
"Nope-hh"
"Wanna?
"Yep-hh"
"Godda do it in the bathwoom. Too many people here."
"Nope-hh. Do it here. No one will see."
"You shuw?"
"Yep. Sure. Suck me, Joey."
"You jus' call me Joey."
"Yep. 'Cause you are. Your name is Joey," I commanded.
"My name is Joey," he echoed.
"Suck me Jo..."
"Timothy Jasper Brandton!" an all too familiar voice cried out from the door.
"You're drunk again, aren't you!"
"YEP!" I said with false glee.
"Welp. Guess thath mean we won' be fucken," Zack/Joey said.
"NOPE!" I said painfully when my mother pulled me to my feet by my hair.
"YOU are SO GROUNDED, mister!" she spat as I struggled to stay on my feet.
"Making your pregnant mother look all over town for... Wait a moment. Did you
do anything to anyone in this bar?"
"Yep!" I said as she let go of my hair and I fell on my butt.
"Well? Get busy putting them back the.."
"Nope," I said as I happily, quite joyfully passed out.
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"Shit, I'm nervous," Joey said, ringing the doorbell.
"Yep," I said without looking at him.
"What is with you and the yep nope shit?" Joey asked crossly.
"Don't know. Just picked it up somewhere," I said simply, rubbing my temples.
"Hello, boys," Suzi's mom said, opening the door. "She's in the living room
with her brother. Tim, before you leave, I'd like to see you. It's about
Jason."
"Uhm, okay. You might have to remind me though. I'm feeling a little under
the weather..."
"So I heard," Betty said, letting me know she knew all about my night out with
Jack.
Before we entered the living room, I said to Joey, "You never answered me. Are
you going to do it or am I?"
"Well, you never answered me. Sarah told me what she did. I'm still really
pissed at her, and you had every right to be mad. But... Why did you get drunk
last night? You don't drink when you're angry. You drink when something is
buggin' you. Something you don't know how to deal with."
I sighed. "I guess.. I guess she's a threat to me. I'm afraid you'll..
You'll want to spend more time with her than with me."
"What? That's it? That's what's bothering you? Shit, Tim. You think of the
stupidest things to get all bent out of shape for. Sure I'm gonna want to
spend time with her, but... She's my grown up sister. Not my brother that's
my age. Sarah and I don't have than much in common anymore. She's a different
person than she was, and so am I. Right now we're just... You know. Lost in
our memories together. This morning she even pulled her "I'm not finished yet"
shit in the bathroom. She was in there almost an hour!"
"Are we going to do this or what?" I said crankily.
"What? Oh. Yeah. Can't we just do it together or something?"
"You do it. I'm still fighting a headache," I said grumpily. "And DON'T you
think about using the share link to help me with it. It's my headache and I'll
suffer through it, thank you very much."
"Well, after the last time, I wasn't going to even offer," Joey spat. Then in
a more gentle voice, "I'm done. Let's go in."
"I'm sorry, Joey. I'm just not feeling very good about myself, that's all."
"We'll both feel better after seeing Suzi, so come on."
We walked in the room, then froze, finding Suzi in a passionate kiss with her
own brother on the couch. Joey and I looked at each other, then turned around
and went back into the safety of the hall.
"Shit," we both said.
"Well?" Joey asked.
"Well what?"
"What do we do?"
"How the fuck should... Hey. You remember what happened the last time Suzi
was screwing around with her brother?"
"When did they ever... Oh... Oh yeah..."
"Let the parents walk in on them," we both said in hushed voices.
We were about to go find Betty when Betty found them.
"WHAT do you two think you're DOING! I THOUGHT I had made myself CLEAR about
you doing that kind of thing! It's no wonder your father is having problems
with his stomach again."
"Mom!" Suzi whined. "I was just showing him how I kiss! Really!"
"Yeah, mom! We weren't fooling around! I wouldn't do that after everything
she's been through."
"Well knock it off anyway. Jason, I swear. If you don't stop giving me that..
that smile, I'll slap it off your face so hard you won't remember your name!"
"Shit, mom," Jason said softly.
"Did you just cuss in front of me? Did you? Where's the soap? Where's the
GOD BLESSED SOAP!"
"Shit, Tim. She's losing it," Joey said.
"Yeah, you're right. Not exactly how I wanted Suzi to see us again for the
first time..."
But I stepped into the room anyway, and said, "Suzi?"
Suzi gasped and froze. The couch was sitting in the middle of the room, so its
back was towards us, along with Suzi's and Jason's.
"Suz?" Joey said, breaking the sudden stillness of the room.
"Joey? Timmy?" Suzi said without turning towards us.
"Yeah, it's us," Joey said.
"Are you sure you're there? Jason? Are they really there?"
"Yeah, they're there all right. What's wrong, Suzi? Turn around and look."
"I'm afraid too. I've... I've turned around to look so many times and no one
is ever there," she sobbed. "I'm going crazy. I know I am."
"Oh sweetie," I said as both Joey and I rushed up to her.
"Don't cry, Suz. We're sorry," Joey said.
"You're not going crazy. We're really here."
"Yeah, we're here. Don't cry," Joey said, almost crying himself.
We knelt behind the couch on either side of her, not daring to touch her
shaking shoulders or head.
Finally, Suzi turned towards Joey until she saw him, turned to look at me
quickly, then turned completely around and grabbed us both around the necks to
pull us to her as she started to really cry.
All three of us bawled together for less than a minute, then when Jason stood
up, the couch flopped onto its back, Joey and I landing on our backs with Suzi
on top of us.
Joey and I made a couple of sniffs before we started laughing, only to be cut
short when Suzi grabbed our cheeks really painfully and said, "DON'T YOU TWO
FUCKING EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?"
And then she kissed us.....
For one moment I felt whole again. The three of us, together. It was the
happiest feeling I had felt for months.
But then the moment ended, and I began to feel it happening again. The
unnatural corruption... The overwhelming evil of a soul's perversion... And
it was coming from.... It couldn't be... no...
"no... No.... NOOOO!" I screamed, scrambling away from them both.
All I could see was Suzi's penis face and the rat eating Joey's mind from
within. And then another one... Jason had a rat too. They were damaged. They
were inhuman. Unnatural..
Escape. I had to escape. I had to escape from my own senses..
I sank within myself, finding it more difficult to do so without the rage I had
felt from Harrison's illusion of Joey's suicide/murder. But the horror I felt
around me did give me the motivation I needed, and sure enough, I soon began
feeling the energy of their minds around me.
There was a flash of light in my mind, then another, then another before I
could see the symbols with my mind.
The symbols flowing around Suzi, Joey, and Jason all were different, but yet I
couldn't pin down what it was that made them unique. Betty's was different
too, but something about hers was brighter than the rest. They simply seemed..
brighter. There's no other word.
I wasn't trying to push myself since my hangover was making everything more
difficult in the first place. In fact, my hangover was getting worse, so when
I couldn't stand it any longer, I tried to resurface.
Nothing happened. For some reason I couldn't get back to my senses, couldn't
get back to the real world. My hangover seemed to be interfering with my
ability to restore the gap between my mind and body, and it was getting worse
and worse the longer I stayed there.
And then suddenly I could feel there was more depth beneath me, more room to go
deeper into myself than I had before. The pain was getting unbearable, and as
I hesitantly sunk deeper, I found the pain lightened as I went.
I was scared. Scared of the pain, and scared I may never return to the world
around me. I kept going deeper, the pain decreasing as I went, but as soon as
I would stop, I would feel it begin its steady build again.
After another flash of light, the pain began a steady climb even as I was
sinking deeper. I couldn't bear stopping for a moment, and pretty soon I was
struggling to go as fast as I could while the pain kept growing and growing.
Flash........ Flash...... Flash... Flash.. Flash, flash flash-flash.
Faster and fast I went, all sense of my body was gone, even the vision of
symbols had abandoned me. The only thing I could feel, the only thing left in
my universe to sense was the pain which would have been making me scream if my
mouth was still attached to my brain.
The flashes were becoming a constant brightness inside my mind just as the pain
completely overcame me, and I felt my mind seemingly EXPLODE.
Then after it was all gone, nothing but nothing, and then even that was gone
too....
But then something moved.
A few somethings.
A lot of somethings.
There were things all around me moving, twisting, flying, hitting, speaking,
SPEAKING!
Whispers.. Getting louder... "tim.. damn it... Don't yOU LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
The light.. The light was coming straight for me. There wasn't anything I
could do. You can't out run light. It's too fast.. Just too damn fast..
It came right at me, flaring all through my being, searing every nerve I had an
input for, overcoming me and completely enveloping me, and suddenly I was
opening my eyes to see.
"Where am I?" I asked, seeing Suzi's tear-streaked face looking down on me.
"Are you okay? We thought you were having another seizure," she said, wiping
her cheek.
"I... I think... Holy SHIT!" I said when I saw the symbols flowing through her
mind.
"TIMMY!" she said, as several streams of symbols violently jumped up in speed
and completed their cycle much faster than the others.
She was speaking to me, but the symbols... They were incredible! They were
beautiful. They were...
"Magnificent!" I said out loud. "This is magnificent! Suzi! Stop that!" I
said as she shook me. "Calm down! I can see them, Suz! I can really fucking
see them!"
I was so absorbed in the incredible sight of the millions of symbols swirling
in the confines Suzi's mind that I wasn't listening at anything they said.
Joey had to scream in my ear before I even responded. And that was just to
say, "Whatever it is, shut the fuck up. I'm okay. This is just too cool!"
I guess they saw how incredibly absorbed I was in Suzi's mind because the next
thing I knew, Suzi was walking away.
"Hey! Come back! Oh.. Never mind," I said as I found Joey's mind just as
incredibly amazing.
But then he got up and left too, along with Jason and Betty.
"This is awesome!" I yelled out to them. "I can even see them through the
walls! HOLY SHIT! I CAN FEEL THEM IN THE NEXT HOUSE TOO!"
A little time went by before anyone came back in the room with me. Joey sat
down next to me and started talking, but I simply wasn't interested in what he
had to say. There was nothing which could distract me from the beauty and
mystery of the streams of symbols flowing in his mind.
"Hey, do that again," I said to Joey when I noticed a group of symbols breaking
off from the streams in his mind, instantly crossing the gap between us, then
apparently interacting with some of my own streams of symbols.
He obliged me, although not because I had asked him to, but because he wanted
to know what was going on. I started to understand what he was doing, and
suddenly I knew exactly how to prevent his attempt to force me to talk to him.
It was just so simple even. Just make these symbols here go over there, and
there you have it.
Joey probably tried every tactic he could think of. And then he tried
something that I couldn't help but take notice.
"I can't believe you farted in my face," I said moving away from the invisible
cloud.
"Finally! Are you okay? You've been mumbling and screaming about seeing
things that you've got Suzi scared shitless. She thinks you've gone nuts, and
that she caused it."
"Joey! I can see them, man. They're beautiful. And there's so many of them.
A lot more than what we even... What?"
"WHAT? WHAT are you SEEING!" Joey screamed with frustration.
"Symbols, Joey... The symbols. Like the ones... we... drew...." I said as
several streams of symbols in Joey's mind sped up, and started almost becoming
a blur to my new senses.
Suddenly I felt intense pain on my left cheek as my vision was knocked
sideways.
"Why'ga slap me for?" I asked him, rubbing my stinging cheek.
"Because you weren't listening to me! It's like <something> to <something>
<something>..." Joey said before I stopped listening again.
"OUCH! Will you STOP THAT!" I said when my vision lurched again.
"NO I WON'T! I'll kick the shit out you if you <something> <something
else>..."
My vision lurched again, then again the other way, then again the same way it
had the first time. I ignored it. You see I had noticed that I didn't have to
hold my eyes open to watch them. In fact I didn't even have to be facing them.
I could see them all around me. It was so cool.
If it hadn't been for the momentary loss of mental function from the sharp blow
to my head, I probably wouldn't have realized that Joey was in fact doing a lot
more than kicking the shit out of me. But by the time I had opened my one
still usable eye, Jason had Joey pinned to the ground.
I carefully let my body's senses start reporting what they knew, and I quickly
found they had a lot to say about what had happened during my absence. Joey
had taken the little shovel from the fireplace equipment and had hit me several
times in the gut and face before breaking the thing over my head. I had
several gashes to my stomach and chest, and I was really feeling sleepy all of
a sudden.
I spent two weeks in the hospital before I realized they thought the blow to my
head was the reason I didn't respond to them. I guess I simply got lost
watching the streams of symbols in their heads instead of listening to what
they were saying.
I don't remember a thing about what happened that Christmas. I probably spent
all day watching the symbols in all the other people's heads. I was starting
to see there was definitely a pattern to them, but there was just so many of
them I simply wasn't able to find one stream that everyone seemed to have in
common.
Finally I got fed up enough to start paying attention to what the people were
saying to me. When I found that I was considered brain damaged... Well, let's
just say I got that straightened out real fast. I wasn't going to stand being
called a vegetable. Or a fruit for that matter.
Joey's relapse to the rage and physical violence which Steven had encouraged
towards me weighed heavily on both of us, and that made Joey feel uncomfortable
around me. And I had to admit I was a little uncomfortable around him too. I
knew that somewhere inside of him that monster that Steven created was still
lurking around, waiting for its chance to get even with me. Correction. I
wasn't uncomfortable. I was scared.
To make things worse, we both felt uncomfortable around Suzi. She was still
dyeing her hair black, and had gone back to painting her nails and lips black
which was one of the things that had triggered my empathic panic attack. But
that in itself wasn't what made me feel so horribly uneasy. It was Suzi's
unconscious desire to become that horrible monstrous dick again that bothered
me so bad. She couldn't look at me, talk to me, or even think of me without
her feeling her body urging to shoot my cum from her mouth. She knew that I
was the only one who could make that happen for her, but I knew I could never
let it happen again.
If it hadn't been for the symbols, I would have slipped into a deep depression,
one that I doubt even my mom would have been able to keep me from killing
myself to escape from. But the symbols would be the most important thing in my
life for years to come, and all my other worries and problems didn't seem quite
as bad as before. You could say I was obsessed. Or maybe even... possessed.
Heh.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 2 - Traveling Companion
(mmm)
Symbols. Everywhere I went, in every person around me, I could 'see' them
swirling in their minds, down their necks, and if I concentrated, I could even
follow them to the tips of their toes and back.
I had been back in school for three days, but no matter how hard I tried, I
couldn't get my attention off my newly formed sense. Every minute I seemed to
sharpen my focus, gathering even more understanding and detail of these
mysterious objects that had no mass. I had never felt so intellectually
invigorated before. I simply was lost in the wonder and discovery of it all.
I started relearning how the commands I had long ago mastered worked, finding
the insight I had to the results didn't help me much in how that result finally
came about. While sitting in class, I experimented with different forms and
patterns of several basic symbols. So many seemed to do the exact same thing
alone, but when put together with other symbols, they produced very different
reactions.
After accidentally causing my entire fifth hour class to wet their pants
instead of simply feeling thirsty... Well, let's just say Higgs heard of it
and called me into his office the next morning.
Even while Higgs scolded me out for messing around with the minds of others,
not working on the ton of homework I had to make up, or how I hadn't been
keeping up my end of the deal concerning the extra privileges I had been
receiving, my attention was focused on the fascinating streams of symbols in
and around his head.
It wasn't until the streams had calmed down quite a bit before I realized he
wasn't speaking any more. He sat there staring at me, a lot like I had been
doing the entire time I had been sitting in front of him.
"What is it you see?" he asked, noticing I had momentarily come out of my
trance.
"Symbols. Streams of them going around your head, some of them repeating, some
of them not. I'm starting to even sense... I guess the nearest term would be
something like color. Some streams will be all the same intensity, some of
them won't. And there's so many other things about them that are just as...
interesting. Like the way this one symbol always starts at the liver and
circulates all over the body before it meets it's mate and vanishes. And
there's this really neat thing that happens in the eyes I'm.."
"Tim," Higgs sighed. "I'll be honest with you. I share in your enthusiasm in
investigating these symbols, and I know you are trying to be very careful when
using your classmates as guinea pigs. But, I can not allow you to risk
accidentally causing someone irreversible damage somehow. These are people's
mind's you're playing with. What if you had stopped their hearts instead of
releasing their bladders?"
"But.. But..." I said, finding myself unable to disagree with him there.
Perhaps before I had been able to see the complexity of how my commands
actually worked I might have been more confident about dealing with a mistake
like that. But ever since I had started analyzing the symbols, I was finding
it difficult to make anything but the simplest things work without panicking
about how they seemingly were going astray.
"So what can I do?" I finally said. "I can't even eat breakfast in the morning
without getting lost in the stream controlling my digestive system. And right
now you have this really cool looking stream that spits into three different
directions.."
"Tim!" Higgs suddenly said very loudly.
I snapped my attention back to his face, then said, "Sorry."
"You really can't help yourself, can you."
"No, I can't. I wish I could just hook up to a bunch of college people like
Sarah sometimes does. She said whenever she needed to do some really intensive
research, she always formed a special course and recruited the best minds on
campus who had the qualifications she needed in the project. But everyone here
doesn't have any experience in researching, and I'd... What?"
Higgs eyes had brightened, and now he had a somewhat pleased look on his face
that meant he had the solution.
"This would be fairly hard on you, you understand. I'm not willing to help you
unless you agree to make up all the work you have missed while not getting
behind in your current assignments. Understand?"
"Uhm.. Yeah, loud and clear," I said, frowning.
The way he was acting meant I had lost some of his faith, and that kind of
hurt. I knew I had been skimping on the homework, but after everything I had
gone through the past eight months, I was feeling a bit anxious to learn
everything I could about the symbols in order to hopefully better protect
myself.
"Mr. Higgs?" I said before he went on. "I've never told you what happened
during the summer because I... Well, I just couldn't, that's all. It's kind
of hard to even think about it now. I don't want to ever have to go through
something like that again, you know?" I said, looking up and into his eyes a
moment.
I looked back down at the front of his desk, then took a big breath before
saying, "I can't promise you anything until I've learned what I need to know
about how these symbols work. I feel like my life depends on learning
everything I can, and as quickly as possible. I feel so.. naked now that I can
see them without understanding how they function. I can't be the only one who
sees them, and just knowing that scares the shit out of me."
I looked back up at Higgs, seeing him wearing his thinking frown. I managed to
glance back down at the desk before the streams of symbols whizzing about him
grabbed my attention again. But even while I tried not to focus on his mind, I
could feel him arguing it out with himself. I had the feeling whatever it was
meant he would be putting himself on the line a little for me.
When he finally made his decision, he too took a deep breath before he asked
me, "If I arranged for you to do what you need to do at Southeast State, do you
think your mother will let you go?"
My eyes went wide with excitement, and I couldn't help but bellow "Southeast
State?!? Oh WOW! YEAH! If she doesn't, I'll just have to... Er, beg."
Higgs explained that he had a good friend who was the chairman of the Arts and
Science department at Southeast State. In fact, ever since we had started
working on drawing the symbols, Higgs had been itching to let his old college
buddy in on the project. But he knew better than even suggesting it to me
because I had been so hesitant in letting Higgs show a few even to his wife.
It took less than an hour to get my mom's okay and make plans for Higgs and I
to go down and meet his buddy that Friday. It took a lot longer to convince
Higgs I needed someone else to go down and stay with me than anything else.
Especially since he knew it would probably be Joey who was also just as behind
in his schoolwork as I was.
But as it turned out, Joey refused.
"Why not!?!" I said a little too loudly. The two nearest guys in the weight
room briefly glanced over at me before I made them suddenly have to take a big
dump.
"I just can't leave now!" Joey said a bit crossly. "Shit, Tim. We just got
home, and I want to spend some time with my family. Can't this wait for a
while? Like maybe this summer?"
"No.. Come on, Joey. I NEED you. You know I can't do this with out you.."
"Why not? You don't need me to feel them out for you any more. You told Higgs
you needed someone to act as a briefcase. You could use anyone for that."
"But.. But we're a team. You know? And you always notice things I don't
catch. And what if.."
"Tim? Please don't make me choose between you and my family. You know how I
feel about them. I'd do anything for you. But please don't ask me to do this.
I need some space, man. I need to do something NORMAL, and.. something that
isn't with you..."
He had whispered that last part with his back turned towards me. My mouth hung
open realizing Joey felt just as vulnerable and scared as I did. But instead
of making preparations to better arm himself, Joey wanted to slip between the
cracks by returning to a normal existence. And we both knew what that meant to
our friendship.
I turned around and walked straight out of the weight room in shock. All of
the stress I had concerning Joey's masked hatred and rage started to come back
to me and add to the discomfort in my gut. Now I had even more reason to
leave. After all, if Joey needed his 'space', the best way to give it to him
would to not be around.
So I was a bit down hearted after getting so excited about it all. I did need
someone to go with me, so I waited outside John's and Brad's classroom until
the bell rang to end third hour.
I had just started telling them about the symbols and how important they were
to me when someone at the far end of the hall behind me called my name.
We were about to continue on our way after not hearing anyone repeat their
call, when a thin long-haired kid dashed into view and promptly got tripped by
a senior who had been waiting to do just that.
"Ouch," John said after the kid landed on his face.
I cleared the way and kept everyone from stepping on the scrawny looking guy's
papers which had slid out of his folder in front of him. The senior who had
tripped him had just finished rubbing it in when I got near enough to see the
kid's nose was bleeding.
"Why don't you take a quick jog into the girls locker room with your underwear
on your head, and don't come out until you get caught."
"Yeah, okay," the jerk said before making one last sneer at his victim.
"And just for that, piss on the coach's shoes!" I commanded.
"Tim?" a nasally impaired voice said behind me.
I turned towards him, only to find his slightly familiar face rushing towards
me. I nearly fell over when he grabbed me and started giving me a huge hug.
"Hey!" I gasped, finding his skinny arms stronger than they looked.
I pulled him off me and was about to ask who the hell he was when his face
twisted up in anguish and said, "Don't you remember me? It's me, Eric. From
summer camp."
For the second time that day, my mouth fell open in surprise.
But it only hung open for a moment, for then it was saying, "Eric?!? Oh my
God!" while I grabbed him and gave him an even bigger hug than he had given me.
Eric was crying as he continued to hug me around the chest, even after I had
stopped my own hug. My empathic senses were working double time, making me
want to blubber a little too, but the only thing I did do was hug him like he
was my doggy I thought I had lost but had found his way home.
We both snapped out of it when the bell rang. And that was when I first
noticed the other scrawny looking long-haired kid standing three feet from us
looking a bit concerned.
"Hey, man. Who is this kid?" Brad asked as Eric finally let go.
"He's the one I told you about from summer camp."
"You mean, the queer?" Brad said.
"Errriiic.." the other long-haired kid whined.
"Er, sorry, queer kid," Brad said when I shot him a dirty look. "I just never
met.. Uh, come on John. We better get to class. Later dudes."
"Yeah. Uhm, see ya around," John said hesitantly. He took about six paces
then turned around and said, "Hey. I, uh.. Like, I'm not, but... I don't..."
then turned red and said, "Yeah, later," before quickly following Brad around
the corner.
"Who's your friend?" I asked Eric after they both got over their flushing fits.
"I'm James," the kid in question answered himself. Then under his breath he
said, "The very late to my fourth hour James."
"Shit. I'm sorry James," Eric said with concern. "I forgot you already had
three tardies."
"What teacher?" I said as I tried wiping the blood off my shirt from Eric's
nose.
"Hackmyer, why?" James said, watching me closely.
"OH!" Eric said snapping around towards me again. "'Cause you're not getting a
tardy, is he, Tim."
"Nope," I said mirroring Eric's grinning face. But then I noticed his nose was
starting to swell and said, "Hey, let's go up to my room and take a look at
your nose. It's going to have to have at least some ice put on it."
"But what about class?" James asked.
"Well, since iron-ass thinks you're sitting there falling asleep as you usually
do, I don't think you have to worry about going to class."
"What did you do? Meet him before school so you could plan your joke?" James
said crossly to Eric.
"No! Tim, show him you can do stuff. He still doesn't believe me."
"I have a better idea. Let's go get some ice for your nose, and if he doesn't
believe you by the time we get up there, I'll suck you both off."
"Yeah, right," James said.
"All right," Eric said a little discouraged. "But I wish you hadn't said that.
James is going to be so horny by the time we get up there, someone's going to
have to suck him off. And since I know you won't.."
"What's the matter, Eric? Don't tell me you don't like sucking cock anymore?"
"No way," James said, handing me his shirt. "He loves it. It's just he swore
he wouldn't do it until..."
"James!" Eric said as James pulled down his pants.
"What?" James said. "Oh. Sorry. But I thought you and he had done.. stuff."
"Don't mind him, James," I said folding his pants and laying them across my
arm. "He's just excited. Come on. Let's get moving."
Eric stood there as James walked down the hall with me wearing only his
underpants. I couldn't help but notice how thin the material was, and how
visible his small semi-hard cock was.
By the time we reached the stairs, Eric had caught up and was bright eyed
waiting to see what was to happen next. Since we were already on the second
floor, we only had to climb one set of stairs. But even that had almost been
too much for Eric to stand.
"Come on.." Eric said to me.
"What?" James asked.
"Oh, all right," I said. "James, have you ever had one of those dreams where
you forgot to put any clothes on but your underwear?"
"Yeah. Sometimes I don't even have the underwear. Why?"
"CAUSE IT JUST CAME TRUE!" Eric shouted.
"What do you mean, it just came... OH SHIT!"
I swear I have never seen someone move that fast before. One moment he was
standing there, then next he was behind the door of the stairs.
"Uhm, can I have my clothes back now?" James said a few moments later through
the crack of the door.
"That depends. Do you believe what Eric told you about me?" I asked.
"Yeah, every word," he lied.
"Eric, he's your friend. What do you want me to make him do?"
"Uhm... Give me a sec," Eric said, frowning with thought.
"Come on, you guys. Give me my clothes back. I'm getting cold."
"I know! I want him to give me a piggy back ride! I gave him one, but he is
always 'too tired' to give me one."
"Okay. That sounds fair. Come on, horsy. Time to saddle up."
"Mrrrpppphhh," James said coming out from behind the door in a gallop.
"Once around the hallway, James," Eric said excitedly as he climbed onto
James's crouched over back. "Giddy-UP!"
I walked over to the door to the room as James rounded the halfway mark, then
held it open until a very out of breath James carried Eric into the room and
collapsed on the carpeted floor.
Eric rolled him over and laid on top of him before asking, "Now do you believe
me?"
James nodded vigorously, still out of breath, especially with Eric's weight on
top of him. But his breath slowed down very quickly as Eric's gazed into his
eyes and slowly lowered his mouth to his.
Even though I had pretty much known they had been fooling around and stuff, it
still surprised me to see them kissing passionately on the floor like that.
James's arms wrapped around Eric's back and started rubbing up and down while
Eric humped against him slightly, then as soon as they came up for air, James
started trying to pull Eric's shirt off him.
"I thought you wanted to get your clothes on," Eric teased.
"Now all I want is you out of them," James said.
But Eric wasn't game. Or at least he wasn't while I was sitting at the table
watching them with amusement.
"Aww.." James whined when Eric got up and came over to the table.
"I never though I'd see you do that," I admitted to Eric, handing him the cold
pack for his nose.
"What? Kiss another guy?" Eric said surprised.
"Fuck no. I didn't think you would ever be the one to stop like that. I'm
proud of you, Eric. You've gained a lot of self control."
Eric beamed from my statement, and I really was proud of him. But most of all,
I was happy he was doing so well. Not only had he completely been left alone
by Steven, but he also had found someone like himself to care about. And he
truly wanted to do for James what he believed I had done for him. But it
hadn't been easy, that's for sure.
"So how are you here and not on the other side of the state?" I began with.
"My dad. Oh, how I've wanted to tell you all this!" Eric said excitedly. "My
dad was promoted and transferred over here last spring. And after you had left
us alone all winter, he started to believe me about you. He still had our
letters with your address on them, and we came out here to see if we could find
someplace close by so I could see you.
"What happened to you anyway? I mean, I checked to see if anyone was at your
house almost all summer long, and then when school started, I ran into Suzi.
But she didn't know who I was, who you were, or what's his name.... or
anything. And why did she dye her hair? I almost didn't recognize her."
"That's a long story, and it isn't something I like to think about too much.
But I'll tell you a little. Joey and I were kidnapped, Joey was brainwashed
and managed to grab Suzi, and then Suzi was brainwashed too. Suzi's made a
full recovery besides the black hair, and Joey sorta too, but I don't want to
talk about that. And when school started, Joey and I went to find his long
lost sister, and we just got back from that."
"Oh," Eric said blankly. He hadn't expected anything like that. He thought I
had gone on a world tour or something. But he brightened up when James sat
down beside him at the table and gave him a little shove.
"Why do you bother asking questions?" James suddenly asked.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I replied.
"From what Eric said, you read minds as easy as watching TV. Why don't you
just find out what you want to know without bothering to ask for it?"
"Because it's rude, for one thing. And a lot of times asking questions tells
me more than what I want to know. I can read your mind, but if I want to find
something out besides what you're thinking, I have to go and dig it out. It's
just easier to let you do that. And stop thinking about Eric's asshole. What
makes you think I'd get turned on enough by that to suck you off?"
"James!" Eric said, giving him a shove back. "You're a sicko!"
"Yeah, well, you're the one who like to talk about other people's asses," James
teased. "Tim, did you know he likes to Mffph.."
"What was that James?" I said as Eric struggled to keep James's mouth covered
by his hand.
"I sffg, Phew! I said he likes to hehhhee, Stop! hehhehheheh! Eric!" James
cried as Eric began tickling him.
Eric continued his tickle torture until James finally said, "ALL RIGHT! I
won't say a word about it!"
"That's better," Eric said with a look of victory.
James straightened himself out, mostly straightening his hair, then suddenly
looked me straight in the eye with an intense look on his face and his eyes
wide.
I couldn't help but laugh at the message he sent me. And when I looked over at
Eric with a smile, Eric moaned, then slugged James in the shoulder and said,
"Oh, I give UP!"
"Come on, Eric. It's not anything I didn't know already. Don't you remember
you did that to me that day in the tent?"
"Oh yeah!" Eric brightened. "And you said not to do it again because you
didn't want to get to liking it so much that you would make people do it. Or
something like that."
"You can do it to me anytime you want," James said with a grin.
"I thought you were tired of it?" Eric said.
"I was, but that was last week. And I'm so horny from thinking about it, I'm
getting ready to squeal."
Eric laughed at that like it was the funniest thing on earth. Neither one of
them noticed I hadn't a clue of what the joke was.
Eric and I started to talk about what we've done and where we've been, and
while Eric kept trying to include James, James remained quiet for the most
part.
When the bell rang for the second lunch period, James asked, "Hey, would it be
okay if I went to lunch now? Like I'm hungry, and it would give you time to
catch up."
"I guess," I said.
James whispered something into Eric's ear that made Eric grin slightly before
dodging my eyes and turning a little red. James just grinned at me, and walked
out.
"You love him, don't ya," I said point blank.
"Yeah. After we moved here and I couldn't find you, James and I caught each
other checking each other out in the mall. That was cool. We like knew, you
know? But I didn't let anything happen until we got to know each other really
good. I let myself fall in love with him before we did anything sexual.
That's what you wanted me to do, wasn't it?"
I was smiling at him, and simply nodded my head.
Eric's own smile disappeared a moment later, and then he said, "Tim, why did
you leave me like that?"
"Oh, Eric.." I said, seeing him tear up a little. "Come 'ere."
Without hesitating, Eric dropped the cold pack on the table and followed me to
the sofa where we both sat down.
"I didn't plan on leaving you like that. But it came down to you having either
me or your dad help you, and it had to be your dad. Besides, you needed
someone who lived close by, not on the other side of the state. And your dad
would have never believed I hadn't made you like you are if I hadn't given you
up like that. I didn't want to leave you, but I didn't have much choice... I
really did miss you."
"You did?" Eric said, his smile coming back a little.
"Yeah. I can't believe you're here either. It's so cool."
Eric wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly before saying, "Tim, I
love you. I've waited so long to tell you that. I don't ever want to be away
from you again."
I gave Eric a hug back, finding his words and emotions starting overpower my
own. But then Eric looked up at me and started closing in to give me a kiss,
and I suddenly got a little scared at how fast things were going.
I moved to avoid his lips, saying "Eric... I'm not really sure I want to.."
But the hurt look on his face made me bite my tongue, and as his emotional
state went to hell, I made up my mind and said, "I love you too, Eric."
"Then why?" he said before choking up and looking away.
"Because... I just need... Oh, Eric. Look at me, please?"
He raised his head up blinking his tears out, and looked at me with a puppy-dog
look in his eyes. My empathic abilities kicked in automatically, and in
seconds I felt the strength of his feelings towards me.
When his friends at school began harassing him for being gay, Eric held on to
his experience with me to help him through the emotional grief. While his dad
did help him a lot, Eric's loneliness magnified his feelings for me. I had
become his hero, perhaps even a super hero of sorts, and even after meeting
James and adopting his hair and dress style, he was still inspired to be just
like me.
I saw how my rejection had hurt him, and how dependant he was on my acceptance.
So there was no question to what I had to do.
"I just wasn't ready, that's all. I wasn't expecting you to want to kiss me,
and I guess I panicked," I said rubbing my right hand over his bony back.
He stayed silent as I moved closer and eased his side up to my chest, switching
to rub his shoulders when he shifted his weight against me. When he finally
relaxed, I wrapped my arms around him for a gentle hug, then gave him a peck on
the forehead that caused him look up at me again.
This time when he approached my face, I found myself anticipating his kiss with
some excitement. I knew I was letting myself get in a little deeper than I
probably should, but I told myself this was Eric, and I had let him go once. I
knew I couldn't let him go again.
Eric had learned his lessons well. His kiss was well controlled and unrushed,
and after a few minutes of exchanging gentle dry kisses, I found myself sliding
down the back of the couch as Eric's tongue brushed across my lips. I could
feel his energy, his excitement, and most of all his love flowing through him,
and I started feeling some of it stirring within me too.
I quite frankly was swept away by the emotions I was receiving from him. And
his controlled and precise manor was so unlike the Eric I had known, I kept
having to open my eyes to make sure it was still him.
Our tongues met at the entrances to each other's mouths, and once we had
reintroduced them, they took turns probing the other's den. By the time we
came up for air, I was on my back, my legs and feet on the couch, and realizing
it was Eric's hardon in his jeans that was pressing against my bare lower
stomach.
"Shit, Eric. You've grown!" I said feeling his hardon through his jeans.
"So have you!" Eric said, pressing his hardon into my hand while feeling mine
with his own.
"But you must be almost as big as I am, and you're two years younger! You'll
be huge!" I exclaimed, giving him a couple more squeezes before letting it go.
"I know. My dad is huge too. It sucks," he said continuing to manipulate my
own hard member.
"Why?" I said a bit fast.
"'Cause I'm too big for James. God, Tim. I need to suck you so bad," he said,
undoing my pants.
"Hey," I said stopping his hand pulling my zipper down. "What about James.
Don't you think he would.."
"Huh? Nah. He knew I wanted to do this. He even wants me to."
"How do you know that?"
"Cause before he left, he told me wanted to taste your stuff when he kissed me,
so make sure I saved him some," he said offhanded like.
"Oh," I said feeling my dick jump and struggle to get out.
Eric pulled my pants off entirely, then planted his face into my crotch and
took a deep breath.
"Mmmm.. Just like I remembered," he said before carefully slipping my boxers
down.
"Fuck," Eric muttered.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing. Its just... You're so.. beautiful... and big. I'm not sure if I'll
find James so good after yours. Especially after you fuck me."
"Hey," I said struggling to sit up a little. "A blow job is one thing, but
intercourse is another. I don't need to fuck you to love you."
"I know that, but... Well I... You see, James.. Oh, never mind," Eric said
before taking the head of my dick in his mouth.
"Down boy," I said.
As my hardon shrunk in Eric's desperate mouth, I sat up and reached out to his
chin. My dick flopped out of his mouth as I raised his head up level with
mine, then said, "Tell me what you were going to say."
Without glancing away from my eyes he said, "James won't let me fuck him. I
was sorta hoping you would let me if I let you."
Eric was searching my face for any hints of either arousal or displeasure, and
I realized he was also holding his breath. I knew if I said no, he would
pretend he could simply accept it, and maybe he even believed he could. If I
agreed, he would only wish to do it again, and sooner or later I would have to
refuse and hurt his feelings anyway.
But the fact was, I didn't want to lose the emotional support I was gaining
from him. Eric had turned my day around, and I had to admit I wouldn't mind
having him fuck my ass once in a while. I guess I simply have too much of my
mother in me.
"I will agree on a few conditions. A, James has to agree to it."
"He will," Eric said excitedly.
"B, we work on getting James to let you do him once. It's only fair."
"You won't get any argument from me," Eric said with a glowing face.
"C, You don't try and seduce me every time you get horny. You have to control
yourself, otherwise I'll do it for you. Understand?"
Eric paused a moment, then noticed my dick had hardened again.
"Yeah.... Is that it?" Eric said softly, taking my dick into his hand.
"Just one last thing," I said, pulling his slowly pumping hand off my cock. "I
want to make sure you're not bigger than I think you are. Let me do the
depantsing so I can see how you've grown."
Eric backed up without a word so I could sit normally on the couch. As I
reached to undo his pants, Eric gasped, making me look up at him.
"Tim, I can't tell you how..."
"I know, Eric," I said, pulling his pants down to his knees. "Shit, you're
hung," I said, staring at the lump in his briefs. "Well, here goes nothing."
After I pulled his underwear down, I sat there staring until Eric fearfully
asked, "Well?"
"I can't get over how big you are. You're not as big around as Joey yet, but
you're bigger than I am. Maybe longer too, but it's hard to tell. How big is
your dad?"
"Bigger. Not as long though. He says I probably won't get that big, but I
don't know... Can we... you know... Let them touch? Like last time?"
I stood up with my dick standing straight out towards him, finding the top of
his head not fitting under my chin anymore. Eric's height was only just
starting to catch up with mine, but I found his dick as nearly the same length
as mine, and clearly thicker too. We angled our dicks to touch heads, and
Eric's managed to smear it's precum on mine.
So to stay true to the memory, I wiped it off with my finger, then surprised
Eric by putting it in my mouth just as he had done a year and a half before.
But that was were the sequence of events stopped following the past. To my
surprise, Eric stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me again, my dick
smashed between our bellies while his was slowly slipping between my legs. I
felt him sob happily into my shirt, then held him close against me as he let
his emotions flow out.
I was feeling things I had never truly felt for another guy before, even Joey.
Any time I had done something with Joey, it had been a sharing of our closeness
that went beyond the physical kind. We pleasured each other, and had fun, but
it wasn't really a lustful desire to sexually join together. Whenever Joey and
I had sex alone, it had always been with regret that Suzi hadn't been there.
Even in the dirty sex.
But this was entirely different. Feeling his dick throbbing between my parting
legs excited me in a way I hadn't been since the first time I had made love
with Suzi and Joey. I felt this need to hold him, make love to him, and spend
time exploring his body and soul. But most of all, I wanted to feel his cock
in my ass, and later mine in his. There was an overshadowing element that made
my feelings for him more sexual than sensual.
Just as I was about to tell him to fuck me, I discovered his dick had softened
while he had been pouring out his joy and tears. I instantly took a hold of
myself, and as my own hardon went down, I led us to the couch and laid us down
on it.
"Will you promise me something?" Eric said, looking up sniffing.
"Of course. What?"
"Promise me you'll never leave me like that again. No matter what happens,
don't ever leave me again."
"I promise. For now on, I'll always be here for you. Okay Eric?"
"Thank you," he said softly, laying his head on my chest again.
Eric laid on top of me like that without either of us saying another word. And
when the bell rang announcing the end of the second lunch, neither of us wanted
to be the first to end the moment. We were still like that when James flung
the door open with a big grin.
James lost his grin immediately, realizing his plans of catching us in the act
hadn't quite played out. As James closed the door gently wearing a red face,
Eric moved to get up, but I held him tight against me so when James turned
around, he found us just as we had been the moment he had came in.
"Uhm," James said uncertain, "do you want me to like, eat another lunch or
something?"
"Please stay," Eric said before I could respond.
"Did you do it?" James said with small leering smile on his face, slipping into
the chair nearest to the door.
"No," Eric said wearily. "We only hugged and kissed a little."
"Oh.." James said disappointed. "Are you?"
"Are we?" Eric repeated to me.
I kissed him gently on the lips, then said, "Oh, I don't know. Let's have a
drink first."
Eric got off and sat back down on the sofa as I got up and walked over to the
fridge. Just before I opened the fridge door, I felt Eric suddenly realize
what I had meant by a drink.
"Wait!" Eric cried jumping up, then pausing as his attention was captured by
his boyfriend's eyeing of my equipment. "Tim, maybe that's not such a great
idea. I mean, maybe James shouldn't..."
"What?" James said.
"Don't worry Eric. I wasn't going to give him any. If he wants some, he'll
have to earn it."
"Earn it?" James said with a hint of displeasure. "What are you guys talking
about?"
"Don't you remember? The bubble gummy drink that makes you all horny and..."
"PLEASE?" James begged before standing up. "I'll do whatever you say.."
"Okay," I said grinning. "Let Eric fuck you."
"Anything but that," James said walking over to us with a frown.
"Oh, come on, James," Eric whined. "It only hurts at first, then it feels
really good."
"No way. You know I can't handle paAAYYY!" he yelled before gasping and
bending over with a groan of pleasure.
"See how good if feels?" I teased as I handed Eric his glass. "And that's just
what it feels like to have it inside you. Fucking even feels better."
James started thrusting his butt back and forth trying to get the invisible
cock to slide in and out. But since it wasn't really there, nothing he did
worked, and finally he lost his balance and landed flat on his butt, my
invisible dick evaporating from inside him.
"Do that again!" James said with the smile and enthusiasm of a ten year old.
"Sorry," I simply said, pointing to Eric. "He's the only one here who can make
you feel that again."
"Fuck," James said, putting on his frown again before turning away from us as
he got back on his feet.
Eric stepped up and put his arms around him while pressing his hardon against
James's jean covered butt and putting his mouth against James's neck for a wet
tonguey kiss. As Eric continued slobbering his neck, he started gently humping
his butt, and I watched James's expression lighten until his eyes finally
started to glaze over with his horniness.
James mouth opened slightly, and as he started to breathe deeper breaths
through it, Eric's hands started to undo his jeans, not stopping his slow
humping movements or sucking until he had to pause to let the pants fall down
to his knees.
James stood there looking like he was in a trance, making it obvious to me Eric
knew exactly what he was doing. James never moved even when Eric pulled his
underpants down, but as soon as Eric's dick pressed against his ass cheeks,
James snapped out of it and his eyes started filling with fear.
I got up to get the KY when Eric spit into his hand and knelt down, and saw
Eric bend James over out of the side of my eyes.
"I... UHH..MMMmmmm," James sputtered out as Eric began working on James's
rose.
After handing Eric the KY, I poured James a glass and said, "Here. This might
just make you so horny that you don't feel the pain."
"Shit," I added when James drank it down in one gulp.
I had just taken the glass back from him when he made a very loud gasp and
another groan from Eric's finger slipping into his relaxing ass.
Eric led James over to the couch and had him get on his knees so he could be
more comfortable. Eric's dick was starting to drool with precum, and it was
obvious by the way he was getting rougher he was starting to feel the drink's
full affects.
"Oh MAN Eric. <gasp> That is really feeling UHHH! Fuck that felt good. Do
it aga..UHHH! Yeah! UHHH! UHHH! UHH-ARRHHHH!!!!" James screeched when Eric
put his third finger in.
"FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!" he screamed. "ERIC!" he said fighting the tears.
"PPPPLease Take it OUt?"
"Okay," Eric said confidently.
"Thank.. ARGGGG FUCK! SHITEN ARHHHGGG NOOO!!" James cried when Eric shoved
his dick in.
"Come on James. PUSH so I can get in all the way!" Eric exclaimed.
"FUCK no! GET it OUT ERIC!" he sobbed. "Eric... Eric, please! It hurts so
bad!"
"But.. But..." Eric said, torn between his lover's cries and the lust in his
blood.
"Eric, when he pushes, thrust all the way in him," I said, sitting down next to
James's wiggling body.
Before James could protest, I reached down to his dick and grasped it while
using my magic touch. James groaned and bucked, nearly throwing Eric off him
before Eric slid into him to the hilt.
Eric bent down and started licking the back of James's neck, and as the drink
started to take affect on James, I let go of his dick and grinned when he
continued to groan and gasp.
Suddenly Eric gasped, then stood back up and slowly started to pull back.
James was flinching from the mixture of pain and pleasure, then spotted my dick
standing up next to him.
"Whoa... Sorry James. I'm not a pacifier. Down boy," I said as James
struggled to get my dick into his mouth.
I ended up having to stand up and pull my shorts and pants on to keep him from
sucking me. But after another minute of watching Eric gently sucking on James'
neck and shoulders, pinching James' nipples, all while slowly and carefully
pulling out and pushing his love rod back into James' ass, I found myself
wanting someone to suck or fuck with, especial since the drink was starting to
kick in.
Eric never looked... sexy before to me. He was being so gentle, so loving to
James, every once in a while stopping his oral loving of James' skin to tell
him he loved him or ask if it was feeling better yet. His skin was practically
tan-less, his leg hair only just starting to darken, and his shoulder-length
hair all seemed so innocently sexy that I knew what I was going to do.
When I kissed his bare shoulder like he was doing to James, Eric froze. I
pressed myself against his back, my cock finding a nice groove in between his
ass cheeks to lay against, and tenderly washed his shoulder going up to his
neck. Eric's hand pulled my face up to his, and we hungrily kissed each others
mouths while James started to rock back and forth on Eric's cock on his own.
James was feeling the drink's full effects by then, and as his movements became
more desperate, Eric and I had to stop the kiss from the jolts.
Eric felt so... pure to my empathic senses. Just touching him brought out a
feeling of goodness and nature's best intentions. He tasted clean, he smelled
clean, he acted clean.. Clean of deception, corruption, and most of all, my
meddling. I hadn't felt anyone feel this way to me since before Steven walked
in my life.
I was exploring his smooth ribby hairless chest with my hands, kissing him as
he had been James, helping Eric meet James' thrusts by going with Eric's humps.
I was really getting turned on by the way Eric's body felt against me as he
fucked, and pretty soon found my hand moving towards Eric's rose.
"Uhhhhh, yeah.. Please Tim... Please..." Eric gasped out as he slowed his
humps so my fingers could work. "Uhhhhh... UHHHhhhhh.... UHHHHHH!"
Somehow I managed to ignore the incredible sight of the symbols whizzing around
us, probably from the added effects of both the drink and my empathic senses
being overwhelmed by Eric's desire.
"Eric.." James' whined. "Fuck me harder!"
"Okay Eric," I said in between my sucking kisses of his soft neck. "You
ready?"
"Uhh huh.. UUUUHHHHHHHHH!"
I slid in all they way as he pushed his shitting muscles as hard as he could,
and I gasped at feeling how tight he was.
"Uhhhh" I said.
"UUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Eric agreed a bit painfully.
"Hrrrrrr!" James argued as he started going back and forth as fast as he could.
"ArrGHH!" Eric cried as the extra motion caused his ass to burn with pain.
"James! Slow the fuck down!" I yelled.
When he didn't, I overrode his control and set it for a slower speed.
"Uuhh! UhhH! UHHH! HEY!" James' said urgently.
"Shit, Tim.. It hurts almost as much as the first time..." Eric gasped out.
"UHHH!" James said urgently.
"Do you want me to make him stop all together?" I asked Eric before licking his
cheek.
"Nnno.. God.. Do that again a couple of times and I'll won't feel it any
more."
I did, and after a few more licks, Eric's own tongue kept coming out to touch
mine on my passes near his mouth. We both never realized I had started fucking
him after a few minutes, but when we did, Eric grabbed James' ass and leaned
over a little.
Eric and I surprisingly got into a rhythm almost immediately and began fucking
faster and faster until we lost control and had to start over again. I think
we must have cum four times each before the three of us collapsed on the floor
exhausted.
"Hey, can we do that every day?" James said while pulling his pants on several
minute later.
"No, James," Eric said with a sigh. "We can't do it every day like that. We'd
get tired of it too quick. Besides, Tim isn't like us. He likes girls
better."
"Shit," I said, realizing I wouldn't be around anyway. "Uhm, Eric? I got some
bad news.."
"Owe! Don't say that?" Eric said with his face twisted.
"I'm sorry Eric.. Really, I am. I'm going down with Higgs to Southeastern
State Friday, and if everything goes right, I'll be going down there for a
while."
"How long?" Eric said softly with his back to me.
"I don't know. A couple of months probably."
"A couple of MONTHS?" he said turning around and tearing up. "I just found
you! And you promised! You promised you wouldn't leave me again!"
"Eric.." James whined. "It'll be okay.. I'll be still here with you? I'll
let you fuck me any time you want.." James said comforting.
"You don't understand.. Neither of you understand! I.. I.." Eric groaned in
frustration, holding his head.
"Sit down," I said gently, pulling him over to the couch by the arm.
James plopped down next to him on the other side, and once I had my jeans
zipped back up, I did the same.
"What don't we understand?" I asked.
He looked at me with pleading eyes, and I had to struggle to prevent his gaze
from opening an empathic connection.
"I've waited over a year to be with you. Before meeting James, the only reason
I had for getting up in the morning was to hope I could find you somehow. I
prayed every night, I spent over twenty dollars in pennies at wishing wells, I
even told my dad I wouldn't be gay anymore if he would just let me write to you
one more time.
"But now.. <sniff> I find you, and now you have to go away again? <sniff> I
can't... I just can't do that again. Please don't go? Please? I'll do what
ever you want, just don't leave me?"
"Oh, Eric," I said, pulling him to my chest and hugging him. "I don't want to
leave you, I really don't. But... But you don't understand either. I have to
go, and I don't know if I can explain why to you."
"Why not? Can't you just beam it into our heads?" James said, sounding tired.
"Beam it into your.." I said as I attempted to figure out how to do it without
taking forever.
Eric let go of me and moved to hug James instead, but ended up having to get up
so James could lay down halfway.
"I forgot how tired that stuff makes you feel," Eric said with a yawn.
"Whoa.. So did I," I said, realizing I was feeling pretty drowsy myself. "Why
don't we just pull the bed out and take a nap. Then afterwards I'll try and
explain it directly, okay?"
"Bed?" James said, looking around.
"You dork," Eric said. "You're laying on it."
"Oh.. huh?"
"Stand up James and move out of the way," I said standing up myself and tossing
the cushion on my half into the corner.
James complied, then after the other cushion had followed the first, I pulled
the bed out and discovered to my dismay there were no sheets.
"WOW!" James said, truly amazed. "Hey.. Do all couches do that?"
I was giving James this really weird look, but when Eric gave me a look of his
own, I went to where we kept the sheets and got some out.
"..so no, they don't all have beds in them," Eric finished when I returned.
"Oh.. Man, that would have been nice that one time we were at your house
watching TV all night. If your couch had a bed in it.."
"Yeah.. But we made do, didn't we. SQUEAL!"
They both broke out laughing while I finished putting the bottom sheet on, then
I tossed the cover to them and told them to put it on while I got the pillows.
"Hey, Tim?" James said, stifling another yawn. Can we.. you know.."
"What?" I said, slipping the second pillow case on.
"He wants to get naked in bed," Eric said off handedly.
"Yeah," James confirmed. "And then see if anything else happens."
"I don't care about sleeping in the nude, but..." I said, yawning myself, "but
I'm going to sleep. If you two want to cuddle, that's your business."
"He's not talking about cuddling, Tim," Eric said, pulling his shirt off again.
"Oh. No. Cuddling okay, but that's it."
"Oh.. You two take all the fun out of things," James said, already nude and
bouncing onto the bed. "Hey, Eric. You want to cuddle with me or Tim?"
"You," Eric said, bouncing up next to him. "But first I want to kiss ya for
being the best fuck a guy could have."
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but their kissing kept getting
louder and louder until I realized it wasn't kissing any more, but sucking.
One quick peek with my telepathic vision and I confirmed they had worked
themselves into a 69 and were both getting ready to shoot.
I thought that they would quit after that, but the old Eric was having a come
back. Not that James wasn't pleased when Eric asked James to fuck him, and I
patiently waited for them to finish.
But they didn't quit even then. Eric had his turn again, then they ended up
kissing again.
By the time they had worn themselves out, I was wide awake and a little horny
myself. But when I found them sleeping in each others arms like a pair of
teddy bears, I didn't have any problem with going to sleep after that.
The end of fifth hour's bell woke us all up, but I didn't realize anyone was
getting up until the door slammed shut. Before I could open my eyes to check
who had left, Eric cuddled up against me and said, "He has a test in HomEc. He
has to bake a cake."
We both snickered, then I started to let myself fall back asleep.
But before I was completely asleep, Eric crawled up to my face and waited.
I open my eyes and found his closed as his slightly open mouth hovered over
mine. I raised my lips to touch his, then found him coming down on top of me.
Oh, could he kiss. At first I thought he was trying to lead up to something
again, and I wasn't about to do anything else that day. But Eric didn't try to
do anything but make love to my lips, not even really using his tongue all that
much.
I have no idea how long he slowly ate my lips with his own. All I know by the
time he finally let up, I was completely limp all over.
"Tim," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my
chest. "Take us with you. If you have to leave, then take me and James with
you. I can't let you go again."
"You know... That's not a bad idea," I said, stroking his long hair
affectionately.
"Really?" he said looking up with bright eyes.
"Yeah. I kind of need someone to go with me. But I doubt I can take you
both."
"Why?"
"Well.. Okay, just suppose we somehow talk your mom and dad into letting go
with me for a month or two. At least your dad may know I don't mean you any
harm. But James' mom and dad don't even know me. They're not gonna let him go
with a stranger."
"That's not a problem," Eric said laying his head back down.
"What do you mean? I'm not going mess with any one's mind just to.."
"No. It just won't be a problem, that's all."
"Eric... Why?"
He sighed, then looked back up at me with a very serious and concerned face.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even Suzi or what's his name."
"Joey, and I promise."
"I really mean it. You can't tell anyone, or I might lose James too."
"Hey, I promise, okay? Now tell me before I look for myself."
"James' mom died when he was just a baby. And his dad kind of.."
"What?"
"He found out James was gay a couple of weeks ago and threw him out. James
sneaks into my room every night to sleep, and I sneak food for him. So you
see, there's no problem. He can go."
"Shit. No wonder his underwear was so thin."
"Well, that's because he washes them every day. He won't use mine... He can
go then, right?"
"We don't even know if you can go yet.. Look. Let me think about it, and I'll
still have to run it by Higgs tomorrow to get his okay. He's not gonna like
letting both of you out of classes. I'm not even sure he'll let one of you
go."
"Can't you just.. You know.."
"NO! He's not just my principal, but my friend too. Besides, I trust his
opinion sometimes more than my own. Don't worry too much though. I'm pretty
sure he'll say okay. Just don't say anything to James in case it he doesn't."
"Okay... But if James can't go, then I'm not going either. I can't leave
him."
"I know... You know what?"
"What?"
"James is a lucky guy to have you... And so am I," I said, kissing him on the
top of his head.
Eric's only reply was to sigh happily and close his eyes to sleep.
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PLEASE NOTE: I finally finished writing chapter 7 part 3 which this
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