Message-ID: <12342eli$9806191614@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12342.txt> From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 14 ( b/d) - By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye **NEW** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: rass_senip@usa.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35a6b61f.23800660@newsreader.wustl.edu> Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net) Proofread By: The Evil Eye +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >This 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) >The next posting contains: Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88 Part 6 - Southeast Fringe Benefits (ffm, ff) >See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of all Chapters released so far and information on posting format. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88 Part 3 - Symbolic Relations (mm oral) Dr. Kinmon, Mr. Higgs' old friend, had a nice, neat, orderly office with several green plants growing by the two windows. After Higgs and he shook hands and finished the old ritual "It's been a long time," "How's the wife," and arguing that their kids were driving them more nuts that the other, Dr. Kinmon waited for us to tell him what our visit was about. "Arron.. You remember when we spent days studying the pictures of the Egyptian hieroglyphics in the library?" "Of course I do. You know I still dabble in them. Why do you ask?" Mr. Higgs looked at me and nodded, so I pulled out the large colored sketches I had two of my best drawers draw up for me the day before and handed the six by eight inch symbols to the doctor. "What on Earth?" he said, looking intensely at the first two. "Where did you get these.. beautiful glyphs?" "That's going to take some explaining, Arron. Just don't worry about where we got them from just yet. Tim, tell him what each one stands for." "What? Oh, sorry," I said, pulling my attention away from the fascinating streams in the doctor's head. "The first one is... bend, the second is... release, the third one I haven't found a word to describe what it does yet, but I could show you later. Uhm the fourth... the fourth... Wait a sec, I just have to try that one again.." "What are you doing?" the doctor asked as I concentrated on my right arm. "Oh yeah," I said after my arm tensed up. "It means go stiff or something like that. It's like a group symbol, but doesn't have the regular... er... pointy thing on the left middle side." "Wil, is this some kind of joke?" Doctor Kinmon asked. "No, Arron. We're very serious. Look at them. Have you ever seen anything like them before?" "Well, not in such detail, but yes." "What? Where?" I said, scanning his mind frantically. "First you tell me where these came from. I take it you drew these?" he asked me. "Where's the manuscript with the symbols now?" I queried after I found the old parchment which the doctor had managed to obtain for his own collection. "What? How did you know <something> <something>..." he said after his mind had instantly recalled the location of the document when I asked. (I hadn't commanded him to think of it. It's just a natural thing the mind does. When someone asks a question, you automatically look up the answer in your mind and then evaluate whether or not to answer the question based on the answer itself.) I had walked behind his desk to a life size picture of the old document and was studying it before realizing the doctor was getting rather angry and was telling Higgs if he didn't get some straight answers that we would have to leave. "Mr. Higgs, look at this. I can't believe it.... Doctor Kinmon, do you have any idea what this says?" "No, and you couldn't possibly know either. Wil, I'm sorry, but this has gone far enough. I'm much too busy to... What is it?" Doctor Kinmon asked when my face went white with shock. "I.. I just... Oh my God.." I said, feeling weak in the knees. "Tim," Higgs said softly as he led me to a chair and had me sit down. "What's the matter? Did you read it and it do something to you?" "No.. I mean, yeah, I read it. Part of it. It can't hurt anyone just by reading it, but I almost tried to do what it said as I read.. Oh my God. I could have killed everyone here." "What?" the Doctor said as Higgs stiffened from my statement. "How? Don't tell me you believe in this... witchcraft!" "Tim, you better show him now," Mr. Higgs said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Show me what? Your hocus pocus? Wil, this had gone way too far. I really want you.. to.. <gasp>" "Doctor, the symbols you see flying around inside his head are real. They control the mind and some parts of the body, mostly anything using the nervous system. Telepaths can send these symbols to other people's minds, and can change what a person thinks, does, or feels. Every person seems to have a different pattern of symbols, and I really need someone's help to understand how they all work. I'm not going to use them to hurt anyone. I just need to be able to protect myself from someone else using them against me. "Mr. Higgs thought you might be able to arrange setting up a special group of students or teachers that could help me figure them out. I can't promise much, but I can promise this. I won't harm anyone, and you probably would never have a chance to see them again without my help. "I'm going to stop sharing what I see with you now, okay? It's making me tired," I said as I closed the link. "You okay?" Mr. Higgs asked me when I shut my eyes and held my head. "I will be. I just haven't done that kind of... link before. I think I better lay down, though." "Arron, are YOU okay," Mr. Higgs asked his friend who hadn't moved. "What? Oh. Just give me a minute, Wil. It's still sinking in." Mr. Higgs sighed after a moment, then walked back over to the picture on the wall. "Tim, what exactly does this thing do?" he asked after studying it. "Well, part of it is something like... uhm, remember when Joey and I were working on that seeking blanket? We made it into a pulse, like a radar pulse, remember?" "Yes, yes. Go on." "Well, it uses that kind of... delivery... I never thought about adding commands to the pulse like that.. Oh well, anyway.. the pulse is like a telepathic death ray. I'm not sure what all it does, but after you said that about stopping people's hearts the other day, I kind of worked out what symbols would do that. Seven lines down. From the fifth symbol on the left to the second on the next line. That's them. What the others do I don't know. I'm sure they just make it more.. deadly." "You mean, if you had.. transmitted these symbols, the two of us would have had heart attacks?" Doctor Kinmon asked. "Not just you, but.. I don't know how far I could send them. But the last time Joey and I measure our range, we could reach about four and a half miles with our pulse. And that was about a year ago." "Good lord. That would have killed everyone on campus," Doctor Kinmon said, sitting down in his chair, hard. "Arron, maybe you should get rid of this thing," Higgs suggested, turning his back on it. "I wouldn't bother," I said, not looking at them. "What?" Doctor Kinmon gasped. "Why not?" Higgs asked. "Who ever wrote that was just showing off. No one would bother ever using it. Building up a pulse like that would have taken too much time and energy. There's a lot simpler ways to kill everyone around you. And like I said, I never thought about using a pulse to carry commands before. There might be other things I could learn from it. Like how to stop it, or do the opposite to someone having a real heart attack." "Shit, Wil. He's talking like it's an everyday thing," the doctor said to Higgs. Then to me he said, "I'm not sure if it would be safe to help you with this. What if you make some kind of mistake and everyone involved dies? What if someone else takes what we learn and uses it for their own purposes. Perhaps in this case the best thing would be to... live in ignorance?" "Arron, I don't pretend to know what Tim has gone through to reach this point, but I believe that he does need our help in working this out. I can vouch that he would never abuse what he learns. And he made a very good point to me the other day. If he can see them, then so can others. And that scares the shit out of me too." "Hey! Principals aren't supposed to cuss!" I said sitting up grinning. "Hush, Tim," Higgs said with a small grin of his own. "If you tell anyone, I'll make sure you get tardies for every one of those classes you've skipped." "Yikes! That's something like a year of detentions. Uhm, what did you say Mr. Higgs? Scared the poop out of you?" "But how does that justify risking the lives of everyone involved?" the doctor insisted. "Doctor Kinmon, there's no risk of anyone dying because.. well... Can I just show you what I have in mind? It's just the Einstein linking, Mr. Higgs. Nothing more." "Wil?" "It's safe, Arron. Tim and a few others have used this a lot without anyone ever getting hurt." "Well, no one but me, but all I do is get tired. And the more I do it, the less tired I get." "All right," the doctor said. "Go ahead," Mr. Higgs said when I looked at him with a questioning look. "Right. Just listen to me count backwards and think it as I say it.. Ready? Three... two... one... Linked." Mr. Higgs got a kick out of finally experiencing the link which he had helped develop. Well, actually it was Joey who came up with the idea, but we would have never made it that far without Mr. Higgs' help. And since he was so familiar with the concepts, Mr. Higgs picked up how to share his knowledge really easily, so I used his mind's storehouse of knowledge to demonstrate to the doctor how the Einstein link worked. When I found the Doctor relatively at ease with the process, I said "Okay, that's enough for now. I'm pooped," and closed the links. I laid down on the freshly vacuumed carpet floor and closed my eyes to rest, and didn't really listen as Mr. Higgs and Doctor Kinmon talked. "Tim," Mr. Higgs said, gently shaking me awake. "Doctor Kinmon needs to ask you a few questions, then it will be time to go home." "Huh? Oh.. Okay.." I said, realizing I had slept longer than I thought. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?" "You didn't look like you wanted to be woke up," Mr. Higgs simply said. "Oh. What're the questions, Doc?" I said, plopping down in a chair. "First of all, I'm not clear on what you wish to accomplish, and what you need from me." "Oh.. Uhm... What do I want to accomplish is.. I guess to understand how the symbols work. I mean, I've spent weeks studying them, looking for some kind of pattern in other people's minds. But there are so many streams of them, I can't sort them out." "But what of the symbols you've drawn? And you could read the ones from the parchment.." "The ones I've drawn are telepathic command type of symbols. I can learn them easy just by sending them. But the ones in the mind.. They're different, yet the same. It's hard to explain. They look just like the telepathic ones, and by themselves I think they work the same. When they're in a steam together, they act differently." "I see... You're experiencing a standard problem with uniquely written languages. You wish to understand how and why different groupings of symbols perform different functions than they do separately." "Well, kind of, yeah. But there is so much more to it. I think all I really need is about twelve people to enter a link with me.." "TWELVE!" Higgs exclaimed. "Tim, you slept for nearly an hour after only having two people in the link with you for ten minutes. How do you expect to link to twelve people if you can't even handle two?" "I wouldn't be able to right away. I'd first start with just one person, then add more one at a time when I'm strong enough. I really don't think it would take that long to get up to twelve, but I've never tried having that many people in any link before. I don't know.. I was also thinking we might get someone just to work on making it more... uhm.. efficient." "That's very possible," the doctor said while thinking. "There are two separate projects currently being worked on here which deal with increasing communication throughput without additional transmission lines. There may be aspects to what they are doing that can be adapted to your own unique.. er, communication system. I believe Professor Goldstein wouldn't mind working on something like this..." "Arron, don't forget the other things before getting lost in the idea," Higgs said. "Yes.. All right. Let's get down to more specifics. That is, how much time you want to spend on it a day, where would you do it, what would the university get out of it..." "Get out of it?" I said. "I don't know what the university would get out of this. I mean, this isn't something that can be published or made public, you know?" "I understand that. In fact, I understand probably even more than you do. However, the school does not have the resources to simply provide you with the means without getting something in return. No, the information you wish to gather will not be suitable for anyone but for yourself and should be kept to yourself at all times. But you have an incredible resource that would be invaluable in helping others' research." "Others' research?" I echoed, not liking how that sounded. "Yes. Such as allowing others to use your.. link? To further their own research. If it works, that is." "Uhm, I don't think.." "In exchange for your services, you would have your own research facilities, some office space, the option to employ students as research assistants, an allotment of funds for the project, and most likely have your choice of the staff to help you in your research if you help them in theirs." I let out a big breath of air, then said, "Okay, I guess that sounds fair. But if the other research takes too much of my time to where I'm not getting my own stuff done..." "Then we will have to find another arrangement. I understand that. Oh, and before we go any further, Wil mentioned something about you bringing two... friends with you? May I ask why?" "You could say just in case I need more memory. I can like force myself to remember things, but I can only force so much in a day without hurting myself or forgetting other stuff that I need. So I use other people to keep things I don't need right away, but will still need to remember later. Sort of like a briefcase. "And I can store stuff in other people's minds without them ever knowing it is there or ever finding it. I'm not sure why, but I can store as much as I want as fast as I want in other people's long term memory, but not in my own. I always have to store it in my short term, then wait... uhm... something like five or six hours before I can really use it. It takes that long for it to get stored in my long term memory. My mom and dad are like that too. I think it has to do with being telepaths." "Why not just use people already here?" Higgs asked. "Because.. Once I store something in someone else's memory, it stays there. The only thing I can do then is hide it by burying it. But after about a year, it gets pretty hard for anyone to find something I stored in their head anyway, so its just easier to let it get buried by itself. I'd rather have someone who I can trust and keep an eye on just so I can protect them and myself from others getting a hold of them." "Wil, how can you just allow three students leave on something like this? I wouldn't think the school board would allow it." "They don't have much choice if the parents wish to provide their kid with a tutor to continue their education while they are away. We haven't arranged anything yet since the job of monitoring their progress would have to fall on your shoulders, Arron." "I was afraid you would say something like that. I'm willing to do it for one, maybe two. But three? I realize I wouldn't be doing the tutoring, but still..." "You wouldn't have to "monitor" me," I said carefully. "I mean, I'll be seventeen in two weeks, so I don't even have to go to school. I can just quit, then go back..." "Absolutely not," Higgs said. "You are not quitting my school while I'm principal. Knowing you, you'll find something else to get caught up in and never get your high school degree." "And look at what you would miss," the doctor added. "You're a junior I take it? I always felt my junior year of high school was one of the best years of my life. Don't throw these years away, son. You never get a second chance if you skip them the first time." "But... I'm not really a teenager anymore, am I," I said somberly. "I've had four days at being a junior in high school.. Half of them I was doing things other than school stuff. And then... well, like the other day. Someone tried to tell me a dirty joke, and all I could do was stare at them because I thought they were serious. I mean, I've seen and done things that.... <sigh> I just don't fit in there anymore." "Trust me, Tim. You still fit in," Higgs said. "Maybe from the outside, but... Things the others talk about, think about, plan to do with themselves all seem so... immature, I guess. Or even stupid. Like John's dying to ask this one girl if she'd go to the sock hop with him, but she always goes with this other dude and he doesn't want to interfere. I found out yesterday that that dude was her cousin who was just going with her because no one ever asks her. It's so stupid, its funny. I don't understand why he doesn't just ask her anyway. It just seems so... stupid." "That's because you have more confidence that John does. That isn't surprising considering what you can do." "But that's just it. They all seem so... small... I don't mean small like I'm above them. Just... helpless, I guess. They don't understand how vulnerable they are. I kept telling people they shouldn't draw attention to themselves and stuff like that because I'm afraid for them. So many of them could end up someone's pet. A few of them already have been for a while." "You're still not quitting school," Higgs said. "You are going to graduate with the rest of your class, and that is final. You know you'll be in summer school this summer anyway, so if you just use some of that memory forcing thing every weekend on yourself.." "Hey, wait a minute. I just realized something," I said looking at the two men with narrow eyes. "What about the 17 credit hours of college classes I took last semester? Can't that count for something?" They looked at each other, then Higgs said, "Perhaps.. What classes were they?" "English Composition, Micro Economics, American History, College Chemistry, and College Algebra. I only got Bs in them, but I was kind of busy with... other stuff, you know?" "You made Bs? In all those?" Higgs said surprised. "You technically haven't even finished your sophomore year of high school yet!" "Well? Can I help it if high school is useless? I mean, in college they start out like you don't know shit, then as long as you do the homework, you can pass the tests. So can I get credit for them somehow?" "You know Wil," Doctor Kinmon said with a smirk. "This is the first time I've ever heard it working the other way." "The other way?" I asked. "We have classes at our high school that are college level courses, Tim. College Composition, College Chemistry, and College Calculus are all good as college credits. I'm not sure how we'll do it, but.. Yes, I'm sure we can get you credit for the classes you took. You may have to take a few tests to prove you have the skills, however." "That's cool. Uhm, so what about Eric and James?" I asked the doctor. "Why two?" he said with a frown. "Uhm... Well... Mr. Higgs, Eric would kill me if he knew I told you this. I mean, I'm breaking my promise already, and I really..." "Spill it Tim. We have to get going soon, and I'm not going to promise I won't act on something if I feel I must," Higgs said sternly. I told him about James' situation, and explained that I had already checked on his dad and found he just needed some time to adjust. So taking James with me would give them both some space to reconsider their differences, then I promised to make sure things either worked out right or to hand it over to the authorities. It took some doing, but I managed to get their consent if the parents agreed. Before we left, the doctor explained that while many of the researchers kept a cot in their labs to sleep on, there were no facilities such as showers, laundry, or kitchens available for us to use. In other words, we also had to find a place to stay. So on the drive back, I started adding up some of the expenses this endeavor would require. Tutors for Eric and James, clothes for James (his dad had gotten drunk and burned all of James' clothes that were at his house), housing, food... I was glad that my dad had given me my own Gold Master Card with no credit limit for Christmas. I was seriously thinking about buying my own place down there so I wouldn't have to worry about landlords and such, and surely they would take a gold card... Even though I was tired, as soon as Higgs and I had finished all the details we could do at school after-hours, I went to Eric's house to talk to his parents about letting him go. I was surprised to find that Eric's mom already knew and understood what I was able to do, and had accepted what Suzi, Eric and I had done together last summer. Apparently she had always known about her husband's true sexual preference, and that was what had attracted her to him the most. She also knew before our time at summer camp that her son had also been leaning that way, having recognized the same look in his eyes as she had seen so many times in her husband's. As I had hoped they would, Eric and his dad had grown very close, especially when Eric's friends at his old school made his homosexuality a living hell. Eric and "Spanky" never once touched each other sexually, but he and his dad frequently talked about gay life, and once in a while Eric would insist on comparing his equipment to his dad's. I thought it was funny how both his sisters and his parents had each individually seen Eric and James have sex in one way or another, yet Eric believed that they all thought that James was just a friend and wasn't even bi, let alone gay. In fact, his younger sister had a crush on James up until she saw James and Eric 69ing. Afterwards, however, she just plain out desired him, and every so often she frigged her twelve year old twat thinking about how badly she wanted James to notice her lusty glances at him. She was truly her mother's daughter I guess. So it came as somewhat as a shock to Eric when his dad didn't want Eric to go simply because he didn't want Eric and James having sex every time they turned around. But once the shock wore off, Eric ended up letting it slip that James and he had sex ever time they turned around anyway, including every night in his bed. That took a while for Eric to explain, and it just so happened that James rang the doorbell a few minutes after telling them about James' borrowing his clothes for school. It was at that point where I explained the deal to Eric and James about straightening things out with James' father once we got back, and then found myself not only having to talk Eric's parents into it, but James as well, especially since what James wanted and what Eric's parents wanted were not anywhere near the same thing. All I got out of either party was, "I'll think about it," and when I saw I wasn't going to get any other kind of answer that night, I explained I would be going back down the next day to look for someplace to live and wanted James to go with me. Alone. "Why can't I come?" Eric asked. "Because then you two would always be trying to start something, and that's not what we're going there for," I said. Then I thought to him, "And besides. You need to work on your parents, and this makes it look like I'm following their wishes by keeping you two from having a lot of sex. Trust me, 'kay?" Eric nodded, then whispered something into the frowning James' ear. "What did Eric say to you?" I asked James when we got in my car. "He said to save him some," he said without thinking. "Some of wha.. Ohhh," I said when James gave me a exasperated look. "You're kind of weird," James suddenly said about ten minutes later. "I am?" "Yeah. You could get any guy you wanted to fuck and suck, but you don't. You're weird. If I could do the stuff... We're going to the mall? What for?" "Clothes. For you. And if I promise you won't feel any pain, how about getting that ear pierced like you've been wanting to. Eric nearly lost it when he found out I had my ear pierced." "How come you don't wear an earring then?" James said after looking at my bare lobes. "Because I.. Well, I guess it just doesn't appeal to me that's all. So how about it. I'll even let you get some sexy underwear from the adults only store.." "DEAL!" James said instantly. "I know exactly what Eric would love too. I hope they got cherry flavored.." "Heh. If they don't, they're nuts," I said before feeling his excitement fade and his unhappy mood return. "James, what's eating you? If you don't want to go, then just say," I said putting the car in park and shutting off the engine. "Huh? No, I wanna go. I just.. I don't want to come back, that's all." "I swear, James. I'll make sure things work out for you one way or the other. If nothing else, I'll make sure you get adopted by someone who won't reject you being gay. But that isn't really all that's bugging you is it?" "I don't know what you mean." "Come on, James. I know you're holding something else back." "Hey! I thought you said it was rude to read other's thoughts when.." "I'm not reading your mind. I can just.. feel you holding something back. Something you're afraid of.. Something.. about me?" James stared at his shoes with a frown on his face, breathing through his mouth instead of his nose for some reason. After seven or eight evenly spaced breaths, he took a deep one and said, "Eric's mine. You can't have him." "Huh?" He looked up at my surprised face and boldly said, "He's all I got, and I'm not letting him go, got it? I won't let you take him from me." He was shaking a little from his short yet intense emotional release, but as he waited for my response he started to get scared too. So I looked him in the eyes to form an empathic connection and said, "I'm not going to take anyone away from anyone, especially not Eric from you. Yes, I love him, but he's more like a little brother than a lover. I thought you understood that I'm not interested in having Eric as a boyfriend. Even Eric knows that. Trust me, James. I only want to help you, not hurt you." "Oh. Uhm, are we going shopping or not?" he said frowning and getting out of the car. James was a strange kid. After we got in the store, he kept switching between being friendly and being distant with me. He knew what he liked and didn't like, and could be extremely stubborn about it, but yet he also avoided confrontations of any kind. I noticed his dark mood after I had helped pick out some jeans and it made me realize that while he hadn't liked the jeans at all, he hadn't had the guts to say so. So after dragging his real opinion about the jeans out of him, we returned them, then I didn't even attempt to help him pick anything else out. He was a pretty happy kid after that, and I guess started to enjoy his company. I even let him talk me into going to the adult store to look around before getting his ear pierced. He wanted to have something to keep his mind occupied while they did the piercing, but conceded that we wouldn't buy anything until after his ear was pierced. "Well, if it isn't my favorite customer!" the shop owner exclaimed when we went in. "You had me pretty scared there, bud. Where ya been for the past nine months, huh? I almost had to sell off the place in June after you stopped comin' in." "Sorry, Georgie-o. I didn't have any control over it. I'm gonna be down at Southeastern State for a while, but I'll be back in a few months. I promise." "Well, just make sure you to give me a ring if you need anything. I'll ship it right down to ya. So.. Whatcha lookin' for today. More toys? Or are ya finally gonna try something out of the B&D section?" After spending a few minutes chatting with Georgie, I suddenly felt James become very interested in something. As I made my way to the section of the store where I could feel he was, I almost walked into two bikers wearing leather and studs, the larger one toying with a whip. "Watch it, fucker," the large man said to me as I apologized and went around. "Come on, bitch. We got some other shoppin' to do." The other one didn't reply, just turned towards me and allowed the bigger one to lead the way. It was at that moment I realized the smaller and long-haired biker was another guy. I mean, until he turned around and I saw his flat chest peeking out of the leather vest, I had thought it was a girl hanging on him like that, not a guy. The pair of bikers never seemed to notice my stare as they walked away, and I nearly jumped when James said next to me, "Man, that was the coolest thing I have ever seen." James got his ear pierced without any hesitation after that, and I was surprised that he asked me to help him pick out the earring. After he made it clear he didn't want a preppy looking one, he actually went with my choice of the less fancy ones. Like I said. Weird kid. After grabbing something to eat before spending nearly an hour in the adult store, we finally left the mall to go home. "James, when did you first realize you were gay?" I asked suddenly about half way to the south mansion. "Why? What's it to you?" "I'm just curious, that's all. Eric never really thought about it until I called him a fag once. I just wondered when you figured it out." "Oh. When I was nine, I saw these three guys in the woods fucking. Every day after school they went there to do it, and after about two weeks of watching them, one of them saw me and asked if I wanted to join them. I didn't that day, but after a couple of days, I went back. They made me admit I was gay and that I wanted to suck their dicks. After that, I sucked all three of them off every day after school until that summer." "What happened then?" "One of the guys wanted to fuck me, and tried to force it in me. It hurt too much. I never went back to the woods after that. But when I was thirteen I wished I had let him do it and would check the woods once in a while to see if they came back. They never did, but now I'm glad they didn't. Otherwise Eric wouldn't have been the one to take my cherry. Can we do that when we get to your place?" "Uhm, James... Don't take this the wrong way, but.. I don't want to do that kind of stuff with you. I just want us to be friends, okay?" Feeling that his feelings were hurt, I added, "Hey, you're taking it the wrong way." "But.. Why don't you like me? Eric and I both think you're really sexy, and you must think Eric is sexy too cause he is. So why not me?" "Just because I have screwed around with Eric doesn't mean I'm attracted to his body like that. And I'm not. I'm attracted to who he is, not how he looks. So to answer your question, I'm not attracted to you because I don't know you well enough to be attracted to you. I'm physically attracted by girls. I just sometimes find a guy who is special enough to want to make love to. You understand? I'm bi, not gay." "Then can I stay with Eric tonight and you just pick me up in the morning?" he said rather suddenly. "Hey. There are other things to enjoy in life than sex, you know. Give me a chance, James. We'll have fun tonight, just you wait and see." James was really impressed with my not so humble abode. I never heard someone make so many wows in an hour. Everything wowed him. Even the can opener. I swear that kid must have lived in a cardboard box most of his life. Video games, however, was something he was very familiar with. The little shit even beat me at my favorite game. But we still had a good time playing video games, eating pizza, and right before bed time, I gave in and we did a little mud wrestling. Or should I say he had a mud bath, I just kind stood in the middle and watched him slip around a lot. Okay, so the kid was growing on me. He was really appreciative for everything we did, and by the time I had finished showing him how to wrestle in the mud, I simply asked him if he was ready to shower and go to bed, then lead him to my shower and started undressing him. "Tim? Why you being so nice to me?" "Uhm, I guess at first it was because you were Eric's boyfriend. But now.. Well, you're a pretty fun guy when you're not trying to suck everyone off. If you promise not to let yourself lose control, maybe we can have a little fun in the shower. But not in the bed, understand?" "Okay. So, can I?" he said, indicating he wanted to undress me. James actually did all right in the shower with me. He had a hardon the whole time and couldn't keep his eyes off me, but he didn't once try to start something, even though it was sort of open that he could a little. When we crawled into my bed, he said, "If I don't try to suck you or anything, would you let me feel the muscles all over your body? I'll go fucking crazy if I don't get to." "I guess that will be okay. You like guys with muscles?" "Oh yeah. I love 'em. I want to be like those bikers we saw today." "Which one? The butch, or the bitch?" I asked jokingly. He hesitated as he felt my left arm, then said rather embarrassed like, "The bitch." "Shit, James. You serious? Why?" "Cause.. I do, that's all. I wanna have a big strong guy hold me and protect me. My dad... He's such a wimp. And I'm a wimp too. I'll never grow muscles like you. So I'm going to be some guy's bitch." He paused to kiss my left breast, then said, "Some big <kiss> strong <kiss> powerful guy <kiss> who won't let anyone touch me <kiss> but him." James' hands were exploring my arms and lower stomach while he continued to give my chest gentle suckling kisses. I would have stopped him if the kisses were in any way lusty or driven, but they were sensual, almost loving kisses, something I hadn't expected from James. He was aroused all right. But he wasn't letting it push him into doing something he knew I wouldn't allow. "Tim?" James said, bringing my attention back to reality after I had accidentally slipped into a contented trance from his kisses. "Will you be my butch for just tonight? All I want is for you to hold me, and let me kiss you like I've been doing. I just want to feel... protected." I knew he wasn't committed to limit himself to just kisses, and I could feel he was really turned on by my body and his actions, but stupid me thought he wouldn't do anything unless I asked him to. So in short my answer was, "Come 'ere, bitch." He anxiously crawled up on top of me, and laid his stomach over my semi hard dick as he returned to his loving of my chest. I was starting to fall asleep again when he asked, "Can I try your legs?" I hesitated, then grunted a yes, and found his hands rubbing my legs quite soothing. After a while, I forgot where I was and who was doing it. So when his lips crossed over the line from my thigh to my lower waist, I wasn't really thinking about how my cock was hardening from his sloppy kisses. I don't know when his hand took my tool in its grasp. All I remember was enjoying the hand slowly masturbate me while the lips started kissing my balls. I was half asleep in a dream like state, and I thought James really was a bitch, a bitch of the female kind. So when his tongue finally licked the side of my shaft, I must have gave him an approving sign for soon he was slobbering it down, then took the head of it in his mouth. He worshiped my cock, but never got so energetic that he made me shoot. Right before he quit, he gave the head of my dick a kiss, then crawled up our bodies until his hard dick laid next to my softening one. Still dreaming, I laid my arm across her back and gave the top of her head a small kiss before rolling us on our sides and fitting her smaller body within the curve of my own. She fell asleep with my protective arm over her naked rather flat chest, feeling happy and safe by someone who cared for her. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88 Part 4 - Our Parents' Wishes (mc, fmf) Looking for a place to stay in a college town the weekend before classes started was practically pointless. The only thing really left were the really crappy apartments that no one wanted, and family homes which weren't all that close to the campus. We had taken a limo since I figured James would get a big kick out of riding in it and hoped he would pass the time watching TV. Well, I was half right. He loved the limo, but after the twins had surprised us by waking us up in their usual manner, James was constantly trying to be my bitch again, and I was getting fed up with it. I even had to command him to not get any of the drink out. So after spending three hours in the car with a horny fifteen year-old who was hot for my body, I was already tired when we finally got there. Four hours we spent driving around looking for a decent place to rent or buy that was close enough to the campus to walk. I wanted to be able to send James and Eric home without having to drive them there, but I was just about to give up on the idea when we ran across something I knew was perfect. "This place is huge. You're not seriously thinking of buying it, are you?" James said as we looked inside the windows. "Yeah, I'm serious. Okay, so it's too big for just the three of us. But it's so close to the campus, and so far it doesn't look too badly run down." "What is this place anyway? It looks almost like a small apartment building." "It's a sorority or fraternity house. Looks like it hasn't been used in years though. I don't get why another fraternity or sorority wouldn't have bought the place and moved in by now. Let's go back to the limo so I can call the number." As it turns out, the number listed on the for sale sign was no longer in service. It took about an hour for me to track down the true owner, then another twenty minutes to find the relative that the deceased had left it to. The new owners lived in New York, and they had never been out to the place. With a little extra motivation, the deal was set and I had myself my own sorority house. The house hadn't been used for over two years, and once I had a locksmith come out and open the door for us, I was dismayed to find that it had been broken into and anything of value had been stolen. That included the hot water heaters and furnaces, but considering the power, gas, and water were shut off, it wasn't really a problem right away. The two story sorority house wasn't really all that big compared to the others I had seen. There were ten bedrooms, five and a half bathrooms, a kitchen, two living areas, and a nice big eating area that was probably twice the size the place actually needed. The basement had ten individual storage pens that were all empty, and besides those and the two sets of missing furnaces, the basement was just empty space. Each bedroom shared a full bath with another bedroom, and they were all identical to each other. James asked whether we were going to each get our own bedroom and bathroom or not, and after thinking about it, I decided that James and Eric could each have a bedroom of their own and share a bathroom. He suggested we all three share a bathroom, but I insisted there wasn't any reason for us to have to do that. The house was as cold as it was outdoors, so after James had pretty much explored everything and had claimed his room, he went back to the limo to watch TV and get warm. Once I had finished figuring out what all I needed to get done to the place, I joined him and started making phone calls again. James actually was very compliant about running in to check on something for me, and helped me take a few measurements without complaint. By dinner time, we both were pretty hungry and tired, and since it was Saturday, nothing else could be done until Monday anyway. So after eating at McDonalds, we started the journey back home, watching a videotape of Ghostbusters which he hadn't ever seen before. After singing the Ghostbusters theme three or four times after it was over, I put in a movie he had already seen, and I was relieved when he simply drifted off to sleep without once trying to start something. He had wanted to do something sexual the whole time, but he knew I wouldn't go for it. I had a feeling I would be having a lot of trouble with this later if I wasn't careful. When we were getting near home, James called Eric to see what was going on and to find out if he was sleeping with him or not. I had to interrupt three times before Eric finally answered the question of sleeping arrangements, then ten minutes later they finally hung up when we pulled into Eric's driveway. Eric had the front door open by the time we were out of the car, but surprisingly waited for us to come in instead of running out like I half expected him to. Eric gave James and I both an excited hug, and once both James and I had teased him about only being gone a day, he grabbed James's hand to dragged him to his room and shut the door behind them. "It's Tim," I said after knocking on his parents bedroom door. "Eric said you wanted to talk to me?" "Come in," Eric's dad said. Mrs. Roberts came out of the bathroom brushing her hair in her sleepwear, but Mr. Roberts was at his desk still in his day clothes. "Uhm, I could come back tomorrow.." I said. "That's all right," Mrs. Roberts said. "James sees me in my pajamas all the time. It doesn't bother me." "Eric said you still haven't made up your minds?" I said after Mr. Roberts signaled me to come in and close the door. "It isn't that we haven't made our minds up..." Mrs. Roberts said. "We're willing to let them go if you answer a few questions and the answers are reasonable," Mr. Roberts continued. "Oh. What're the questions?" I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed. Mrs. Roberts sat down next to me and said, "The most important one is, why?" "Why? Why what?" "Why do you want Eric and James to go with you," Mr. Roberts stated. "We know how Eric feels about you, and once we understood why he feels that way, we're grateful for treating Eric as well as you have. But Eric only cares that you have to leave and that he and James could go with you. He doesn't seem to know why you have to leave and what it is you will be doing." "Oh.. I'm sorry. I thought I had told him and he had already told you." I proceeded to tell them about the symbols, what I wanted to accomplish, and why I felt I needed to, which included a little bit about what happened that summer. Actually, I told them a lot more than I had told Mr. Higgs or even Eric about that summer, and I quite honestly don't know why I did so. "Why do you need someone to go with you?" Mr. Roberts asked once I finished. "Uhm, well... I kind of need someone to act as a briefcase. I can store memories in other people's heads faster than in my own, so I wanted someone who I knew, trusted, and who would be around so I could keep an eye on them. What I store in their heads wouldn't effect Eric or James at all. They won't even know there was anything different about them." "You said you wanted to keep an eye on them. Does that mean there is a danger of someone else.. using them?" "I don't think there's any more danger of that happening than there already is. It would only be when someone else had already grabbed them that they might run across the memories I stored. That's why I wanted someone I could watch out for. After about a year, the memories I stored would be too far buried for anyone to find. Including by me. If there was any more danger, it would be over in a year, or more like ten months." "Do you have any idea how long you would be gone?" Mrs. Roberts asked. "Not really. I keep saying a couple of months, but I don't know how long it will really take. But I figure Eric and James would be ready to go home in three months tops, so even if I'm not done, I'd bring them back then. I have two other friends who probably would go with me too, so it doesn't have to be Eric and James. It's just that.. You know. Eric wanted to go with me.." Mrs. Roberts let out a "phhhhhhhhh" then said, "Three months. Well, if he could come home on a few weekends, I guess I could bear it that long. What do you think, Steve?" Mr. Roberts stirred uncomfortably in his chair, then gave me a gauging look as he said, "I don't know. Three months is an awful long time for two fifteen year old boys to be out on their own like this. I'll be honest with you both. I know exactly what I'd be doing while away from home with two other gay boys. I'm afraid of what.." "I'm not gay," I objected. "I like girls a lot more than guys. Eric was just at the right place at the right time for me to even consider fooling around with him. If I'm going to do any messing around on this trip, I'm going to mess around with a girl." "So you, Eric, and James didn't have a three way at school the other day?" he stated. I blinked at that, then said, "Okay, we did. But that was different. Eric was... pushing my buttons a little while I was kind of upset. It won't happen again." "So you think now, but Eric is fairly resourceful when it comes to getting what he wants. And then there's James. Eric I think I trust not start anything with just anyone who's interested, and we probably have you to thank for that somewhat. But James... He's wild. Wilder than my brother ever was. He might just talk Eric into something that you don't find out about until it is too late." "Hmm.. Just what are your feelings towards James and Eric have sex with each other? I mean, do you disapprove, or think it is okay, or what? They really care for each other.." Mrs. Roberts sighed, then said, "I was upset at first, but after Steve told me about what he and his brother did, I'm rather relieved that Eric found someone like himself to experience it with. I wouldn't like my little boy having sex with different people all the time. That's too dangerous. Especially these days." "At one time, I would have loved to have what Eric has. A part of me still does. My brother was everything to me, and if he hadn't died... Well, no point of going through all of that again. As long as Eric and James don't do anything dangerous, yes, I approve of their sexual intercourse. In fact I envy them." Mr. Roberts said looking apologetically at his wife. "But," he continued. "They simply can't be allowed to have sex all the time. Now that they know we all know, I think they won't be as reluctant to do it as much as they had. I'm worried they will get lost in it and do something very stupid." "What if.. I have this friend of mine, Wally, who's gay and a telepath. Every weekend, he and his lover invite other gay couples to his place to make love. Each couple take turns, only doing what Wally and Erin do, spreading out the what he calls the steps of intimacy over the entire weekend. Nobody does anything they don't want to do, but they are not allowed to do anything that Wally and Alex haven't done yet. I think it's exactly what Eric and James need." "Do you trust this person?" Mrs. Roberts asked with a frown. "Definitely. He's smart, powerful, and has more compassion and tenderness than anyone I ever met. Wally's probably the nicest guy I know. Okay, I admit that if Eric and James weren't already gay, I might be concerned that Wally would pressure them into something. But they have already done everything Wally would want them to do. He only wants to watch other gay lovers as they make love. He wouldn't do anything to Eric or James." "So you think this Wally would be able to give them guidance by example rather than outright forcing them or trying to talk them into it.." Mr. Roberts stated. "Exactly. I think it's..." I said before feeling something odd in the house. "What's the matter?" Mrs. Roberts asked. "Just a second.." I said, reaching out to feel around with my mind. A minute later, I sighed and said, "Jodie accidentally locked herself outside. She's trying to pry open one of the basement windows." "I'll go," Mr. Roberts said getting up. "She better have a good reason to be sneaking outside at eleven o'clock at night." "What was she doing?" Mrs. Roberts asked after he left the room. "What would you be doing when you were twelve years old and knew your gay brother and his boyfriend were in his room alone?" I said, smiling. "She was watching them?" Mrs. Roberts said with her eyes opening wide. "Jodie? My baby was watching them?" "Yep. Karen only watched them once, but Jodie.. Well, put it this way. Like mother, like daughter." "How much do you know about me at that age?" she said suspiciously. "Enough to know that you and her should definitely have a woman to woman talk. Karen's not the least bit interested, but Jodie has the hots for James." "I see..." she said, internally struggling with something. "What's the matter?" I asked. "There's something I've always wondered, and I'm not sure if I should ask you to find out for me." "What?" "Does my husband..." "Yes he does. He may fantasize about guys, but he doesn't regret marrying you, having children with you, and enjoys the sex he has with you." "Thanks, but that wasn't my question," she said with a frowning grin. "Whoops," I said, turning red. "What I was going to ask is does my husband want to have another child," she said after only a moment's hesitation. "Every time I ask him, I get the feeling he isn't being truthful with me. Could you... find out?" "No problem. Just give me a sec," I said, glad to be off the hook. "Uhm, I don't think this is going to help you any, but... he doesn't mind one way or the other. He wouldn't mind having another baby, but also is happy enough to not need one. Steve pretty much will go with whatever you want to do." "That's exactly what he told me," she sighed. "So I guess the question is... do you?" "I suppose so. Otherwise why would I be even thinking about it? Oh. There is just one other little thing I'd really would like to know.." "Uhm, okay. But I'm not sure if sneaking around behind people's minds like this is such a good idea." "It probably isn't, but tell me this anyway. Is Karen a virgin?" "Yes." "Oh.. That was fast." "Yep," I said, then indicated that her husband was coming back. "You know what I think she was doing?" he said when he came in. "What?" we both said with a grin. "You two know what she was doing, don't you. Well then I don't have to tell you, do I," he said as I peeked in his head to see. "You're right. You don't. Uhm, I'm like going to church tomorrow morning with my mom, so.. If there aren't any more questions?" "Well, no, none that can't wait until tomorrow," Mr. Roberts said. "For now, go ahead and plan for Eric and James to go with you, but I don't think we're ready to say for sure, do you?" he said looking at his wife. "I don't mind one way or the other at this point," she said with a hint of revenge. "I'll miss him something fierce, but I also want him to see this Wally person. He's so vulnerable when it comes to his gayness. I just want him to be happy." "Well, putting it that way," Steve said, "Then I suppose my other concerns are only parental worries that won't go away until he's back. But I warn you right now. If anything happens to Eric, or James for that matter, I will hold you responsible. So don't make me regret trusting you." His warning came to me as a bit of a jolt to my sense of reality. Before he had said that, I really hadn't considered how much responsibility it would be to keep James and Eric out of trouble. But now I was going to be responsible for anything that happened. I always tried to be responsible for myself, and I naturally was going to keep my eye on James and Eric, but now the job had been set squarely on my shoulders, and I started to feel the weight for the first time. I spent most of the next day with my mom, going to church with her then helping her shop for some bigger clothes. She wasn't all that big, but she was having trouble fitting in her work clothes and simply didn't want to be uncomfortable while at work. That night after dinner in the north mansion, my dad asked me to go to the study with him for a talk. As I followed him and the twins, I suddenly had a flash back of the first time the four of us had gone to a study for a talk. He was dressed in the same robe, and even though the twins no longer had leashes or collars, they still seemed to lead us like they had. Then when I saw Sandra, the woman who had acted as my back rest that first time in my father's study, I knew something was up. Sandra had been returned to her own life like so many of my father's servants had right after Joey had grabbed Suzi. My dad had taken everyone who could be in danger into hiding, but knew he couldn't take the servants that had their own families or held other jobs. Sandra had two children with another slave of his, and he had set them free, only leaving his standard commands to keep his office informed of their whereabouts in case he ever needed them again. "Hi, Sandra. How's the kids?" I said, laying my bare back against her naked chest. "They're both fine, my young master," she said, giving me a squeeze. "I can't believe how much you've grown in a year." "Yeah, well.... I had a little help," I said, relaxing as Honey's mouth moved into position. "So, what's the special occasion, dad?" I said. "I just wanted to spend time with my son before he goes away again, that's all," he lied before giving Joy a loving kiss on the top of her head. I wasn't detecting any feeling of deceit from him, so I let it go, figuring he simply wasn't ready to tell me the real reason yet. "Have you thought about what it will be like to have a little brother?" he asked. "Yeah. Sometimes I get excited, others I dread it. But mostly I'm just happy for you and mom. I just hope he doesn't have to go through everything I have." "Timothy," he said with a slight hesitation. "Were you.. unhappy growing up without knowing who your father was?" "Unhappy? I wouldn't say I was unhappy. I mean, sure. Sometimes I got jealous seeing how Joey and his dad did things together, and I would really get bummed out once in a while about it. But I never blamed anyone or anything. It was just the way things were, you know? You don't feel guilty, do you? I mean, you didn't know until you found my tampering in Katie's head." "I can't help feeling a little guilty. But that's in the past now. What I want to talk about is the future. You, me, your little brother, and your mother. I want to know..." he said before his confidence surprisingly failed him. "What, dad?" I said after seeing how hard it was for him to continue. "Would you... If we..." "Come on, pop. Spit it out. This isn't like you." "I know, but I've never asked anyone for their permission to marry their mother before. Especially not my sixteen year old son." "I'm practically seven... Did you say marry?" "Yes I did." "You're asking me if you can marry mom?" "I thought it would be better for Richie if he had a real family, not just a mother and father. But only if you..." "Yes, dad, YES!" I said, leaping out of my "seat" and landing on him to give him a big hug. He hugged me back just as hard, and once we finished he wiped his eyes and said, "I never knew you felt this way about your mom and I not being married." "I didn't know it myself until you said it," I said, ignoring the flashes of impatience Joy was sending me since I had interrupted her work. "I guess I've always hoped mom would marry my real dad, even when I didn't know who he was. I'm glad I got to find out." "Timothy, you don't know how happy you just made me. I'm going to propose to your mother tomorrow night after we have a night on the town. Is that okay?" "Yeah, that's fine," I said, finally going back to my seat. "Hey, dad? Thanks for asking me." "You're welcome. Thank you for saying yes." "You're welcome too. Wow. I can't believe it. My mom and dad are finally getting hitched! I can't wait to tell... or tell... Fuck. I can't tell anyone, can I. Shit. Excuse me Sandra. Honey? Joy? How about you two making me your slave-boy for the night. I don't think anything else would take my mind off of... Erp." "Girls... Play nice with my oldest son. Otherwise I won't let you play with my new one when he gets old enough," my dad warned as the twins began pulling my puppet strings. Then just as Honey's ass sat down on my hard cock while my mouth busily ate out Joy's snatch, my dad asked, "Sandra, you're a parent. Do you ever get tired of watching your children play?" "No, master, you never do," she said, grinning. "You never do." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88 Part 5 - Moving In Pains (mmm oral) "HEY TIM!" Eric called from the first floor while I was helping the plumber with installing the second hot water heater. "WHAT!" I answered. "The furnace people and some of the cleaning people are here," Eric said from behind me. "Shit. Tell the cleaning people there's no water yet, so they might as well just come back tomorrow." "Okay. You want the heating guys to go ahead and start though, right?" "You bet I do. I'm tired of wearing this coat while I'm working. How's the refrigerator doin'?" "Fine as far as we can tell," he said, stomping back up the steps. "The light comes on, so I guess it works. We won't know for sure until it warms up in here enough that it has to run." "Okay, that's got it," Ken, the plumber, said. "You can let go now." "Whew! After you get this one hooked up, how long does it take before we have hot water?" "Well, the manuals on these bitches says three to five hours, but since the water coming in is ice cold, I'd imagine it would be closer to the five hours. It's a good thing you're only gonna have the three of ya living here." "Huh? Why is that?" "Well, a 40 gallon tank is plenty of hot water for a kitchen and a couple of baths, and theoretically two should be plenty for five and a half baths plus a kitchen. But I remember when they first built this place, we installed two 40 gallon water heaters just like these. Problem was they had twenty girls livin' here, and after just three months of cold showers, they had us replace this one with a 65 gallon one that heated faster." "Why didn't you mention this to me earlier?" I moaned. "Well sir? To tell you the truth, I didn't think of it until now. I wouldn't concern yourself about it. This one will do just fine for the three of ya." "But I don't know if it will always be just the three of us. How hard would it be to get a 65er?" "Don't know. I'll have to call it in to find out. Good thing all's we did was secure it down. We'd be in a fine mess if I had connected her up and started fillin' her." I followed him halfway up the stairs before we had to turn around and go back down in a hurry as the heating people carried one of the furnaces in. "Before you guys carry down the other one, are you sure these two will be enough to heat this place good?" I asked the three men. "Son, you got enough BTUs in these things to heat a place three times as large," the one with the "PAUL" label on his coat said. "That's good," I said, starting back up the stairs. "Now the AC is another matter," he continued. "Huh?" I said with moan. "Just tell your poppa to come down here so we can talk business stuff." "Whose name authorized the work order?" I asked after coolly going back down the stairs again. "Let's see... The name be Timothy J. Brandton. That your poppa?" "That be me," I said, flipping my wallet open to my drivers license and giving them a good long look. "And this be my credit card that is paying for this stuff. So, what's with the AC, boys." "Well howdy!" 'RICK' said, giving 'PAUL' a powerful backslap. "We gots ourselves a rich kid shootin' the shots. Ain't that right, Dave." "Yep," the smallest of the three said. "Sorry, kid. Didn't mean anything by the poppa bit. What you got here is the top of the line furnace with the top of the line fan and top of the line thermostat. But the AC units out back are worthless pieces of shit. Even the people who cleared this place out knew better than to bother with them." "So what do you suggest?" "Well, seeing you ain't in that great of need for air conditioning at this moment of time, I'd say we just hook up the heatin, and leave the coolin disconnected until we can get something more fitting for a place like this. No sense on chargin' the lines if we're just gonna have to redo them again later." "Okay... That sounds reasonable," I said, turning to climb up the stairs again. "There's just one other thing," he said. "What?" I groaned. "Ya can't turn the gas on until we get both units hooked up." "You mean.." "Yep. And from the looks of things, I'd plan on sleepin' somewhere else tonight." "Great. Thanks." Eric met me at the door of the stairs, and said, "Hey. The cleaning people said they can't come back tomorrow. This was the only day they had open this week." "Shit. Nothing's working right today." "What do you mean?" "We don't have the right hot water heater, the air conditioners out back are pieces of shit, and now they tell me they don't think they'll have the furnaces hooked up by tonight, and we can't even turn on the gas for the one hot water heater until the furnaces are hooked up to the gas too. We have to find someplace to stay tonight, and then we won't have any help cleaning the place up tomorrow." "Well, at least the refrigerator works. I think." Ken found me just then, and said, "Welp, we have a 65er out in Sanford, brand new, and still in the box. But we can't get it here until tomorrow. Do ya want me to cap the lines so you can use the one today?" "Na. The furnace guys said they won't be done until tomorrow, so we'll just have to stay at a motel tonight anyway. You want help carrying the other one up?" "Nah. I'll have another guy with me tomorrow and we can take care of it then. I'll just finish up the one then, and then scadadle out of here until tomorrow, alrightly?" "Alrighty," I said, mirroring his grin. After Ken went back down stairs, Eric said, "I like him. He's cool." "Yeah. He's a nice guy, all right." "Oh. Get this. James is outside talking to this girl who wanted to know how we got this place. He's trying to see if she's a lesbian or not." "Why?" "Cause she has one of those pins on her jacket." "What pins?" "You know.. The double female symbol pins," he said, doing something with his fingers to show me. I went outside to see what he was talking about, and found there were now five girls talking to James. As I walked up to them, someone from the street yelled, "Hey! Hey limo kid!" I stared at the young woman's face as she jogged up towards me, but didn't recognize her until her face stopped bouncing up and down with her steps. "Hey... It's Nicky, right?" I said, having a flash back to when she was in my limo with her hands stuck up her girlfriend's pussy and ass. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I don't remember.." "Tim. Tim Brandton. I forgot you two went here. You and... Lisa?" "Wow. You have a good memory. Lisa's back at the apartment trying to get some sleep. She had to drive all night to get here." "I take it you two finally got someplace private, huh?" "Yeah, right. It's not any better than the dorms. But at least we sleep in the same bed together." "TIM!" Eric called from the door. "PHONE!" "I'll be right back," I said, turning to run inside. "You mean you live here?" she said, following me in. "Yeah. I bought it Saturday. Why?" "You bought it? How? From who? We spent months trying to find the owners, and never could. How the hell.." "We? Who's we?" I said before taking the phone and finding no one there. "Eric, who was it?" "The furniture guys. They said they would deliver the stuff Wednesday morning at nine, but could have the beds here tonight if we needed them bad enough." "Oh. I guess we don't need them now." "Why not?" Nicky asked. "Because the hot water and heating won't be ready until tomorrow. Shit. This sucks. There's no way we can clean this place up by ourselves before Wednesday." "How many of you are there?" Nick asked. "Just the three of us," Eric replied. "You're gay too, aren't you," he added, noticing her pin. "And proud of it," she said with confidence. "So don't give me any lip, got it kid?" "Why would I?" Eric said. "Eric and James are just as bent as you, Nicky. Maybe even more," I said giving Eric a evil grin. "Really? Well good for you. But next time you see someone wearing one of these," she said, fingering her pin, "make sure you say, 'I'm gay and proud of it.'" "Uhm, okay." "Tim, are you planning to rent out any of the other rooms?" Nicky asked urgently. "I hadn't really thought about it. Why? You wanna room?" "Not just me. There are twelve of us who have been trying to buy this place for almost a year now. We only need seven rooms, and we have the money.." "I'll make a deal with you. You let us crash at your place tonight, and I'll let you have eight rooms and four baths for free as long as I'm here." "I bet between the fifteen of us, we could get this place cleaned up before your furniture arrived... OH this is so perfect! Let me go tell the others," Nicky said excitedly. "Tim.." Eric whined. "I don't want a bunch of girls living with us.." I picked Eric up and kissed him on the lips energetically, then said, "Please?" Eric sighed "Okay.." happily as he melted in my arms. I knew how to push his buttons too. But James wasn't as easily convinced. "But what do you want with a bunch of gay women? You're a guy. They don't like guys," he said while we gathered our stuff to take over to Nicky's apartment. "So? Who says I want that kind of relationship with them. I like women, James. I don't have to have sex with them to like them. Think of it this way. They're not competing with you, so you're not losing anything. And now we'll have all the help we need keeping this place cleaned up." "I think it will be kind of fun," Eric offered. "Fun? Instead of having two girls having to avoid, we'll have twelve," he said exasperated. "Why would you have to avoid them?" I asked. "Like we want a bunch of women watching us," he said. "James, they won't want to watch you any more than you want to watch them." "Nu-uh." "Uh-huh." "Really?" "Really." "Nu-uh." Eric put his hand over my mouth then said, "James... They know all the guys who are gay around here." "They do? Oh yeah... Okay.. They can stay." Eric just gave me a superior grin that turned into a happy one when I kissed him on the top of the head. "Oh, and now the three of us have to share the same bathroom. That's even better," James said, giving me the once over with his eyes. "Hey!" Eric said, stepping up to him. "I thought I was your shower buddy." "You are. But there's always room for one more," he said, putting his face up to Eric's. "Yeah, I guess so.." Eric said before kissing him. "Cool it guys. You can do that later. Right now I just want to get somewhere warm." James pulled himself away, then said, "Yeah, Eric. Somewhere nice and warm, and private." "I bet you a blow job I'll be ready before you are," Eric dared. "You got a deal." "Okay. Well, I'm ready." "So am I." "Well, I'm not, and I'm not giving anyone a blow job," I said frustrated. "That's okay. We'll give you one," James said slyly, ducking when Eric swung to punch him in the shoulder. A little less than an hour later, we were outside Nicky's apartment, waiting for Lisa to undo the deadbolts and chain to let us in. The stairs we had come up had creaked like mad, making me wonder how anyone could sleep though a racket like that. The fact that there wasn't a light for the stairs only made it that much more of a shock to find the handrail abruptly ended about halfway up too. When Lisa finally opened the door sleepily, Nicky said, "Guess who just bought the Orlin house?" "Who," Lisa said as she closed the door to undo the chain. "Me," I said when she reopened the door, standing where Nicky had been the moment before. "Who are you?" she said as the four of us hustled by her. "It's the kid with the limo," Nicky said, pulling her gloves and coat off. "Remember?" "Oh yeah.. OH! Oh yeah!" Lisa said, snapping awake. "Tim," I said, when I saw her struggling to remember it. "Right.. Tim. I'm sorry. Did she say you bought the Orlin house?" "Yep. Uhm, this is Eric, and that's James. They're stayin' with me for a couple of months." "But tonight, they're staying with us," Nicky announced, taking our coats into another room. "With us?" Lisa said, not pleased. "Yep. Maybe tomorrow night too," I said, keeping her in suspense. "Excuse me," Lisa said, hustling into the room where Nicky had gone in. "What a dump," James announced, looking over the place. "Shhh," Eric said while agreeing with him. There was a couch, a overstuffed chair, a coffee table and a little black and white TV sitting on a couple of cardboard boxes. The kitchen table had a book under one leg, and while there were four chairs, they were being held together by some twine rope wrapped around all four legs. But the small kitchen was clean and tidy, and I had noticed the bedrooms both had beds in them which was reassuring. "Hey Eric," James said with his hand stuck under the cushions of the couch. "This couch has a handle on it. Does it have a bed inside it too?" "It sure does," I said before thinking to myself, "Thank God. At least I don't have to sleep with these two tonight." My dick snapped to attention when Nicky and Lisa returned to the living space, my eyes catching glimpse of Lisa's hard nipples trying to poke through her T-shirt. I tried to recall what her breasts had looked like in the limo, but all I could recall was the larger than average nipples and Nicky's hands inside her front and back doors. "We really appreciate you helping us," Lisa said sitting down next to me as Nicky started some coffee. "You don't know how bad we wanted to get that place." "How long have you been living here?" I asked. "Since last semester," Lisa said before saying to James, "And you're right. It is a dump. A cheap dump. We've been trying to save up to help the others buy something we can all live in." "Do you want anything?" Nicky asked. "Soda? Coffee? Water?" "Coke?" James and Eric both asked. "Tim?" "Same here." "Lisa, Tim offered us to stay for free for a while.." Nicky began. "You don't have to do that," Lisa said. "We can pay you rent, especially now that we don't have to be putting money aside." "Well, the way I figure it, I already bought the place. Having you stay there wouldn't cost me anything except the utilities, and helping us clean up the place by Wednesday would solve a lot of problems. Besides, if I remember right, someone offered to share a dream or two with me," I said without looking over at Nicky. "Nicky?" Lisa said, shocked. "What?" "Did you offer to share a dream with him?" "I what? Oh. I guess I did," she said, slapping my can of soda against my chest rather roughly. "I didn't mean anything by it." "What are you talking about?" Eric asked, smiling at James's array of burps. "I'll show you two later," I said with a grin. "What?" James said, just tuning in. I ignored him, but after Eric whispered in his ear, James blurted out, "Why would he want to do that?" The four of us looked at him like he was nuts, but this time it was James' turn to ignore the rest of us. After we talked for a while, James got very bored. When he couldn't get Eric to pay attention to him, he finally got fed up and said, "Hey, does the TV work in this dump?" "James, can I talk to you for a minute?" I said standing up and walking towards the other bedroom without waiting for a response. He followed me in with a dark expression on his face, then looked at me with a defiant look in his eyes after I closed the door. "Come 'ere," I said, sitting down on the bed. He stood in front of me, and I couldn't help notice what he was hoping I had in mind. "Sit down, please?" I said, patting the spot next to me. His hopes crashed to the floor, but he sat down like I had asked anyway. "I'm not going to yell at you, or lecture you," I said, putting my arm around his shoulders. "I want to show you something. Close your eyes and don't get scared. You'll like this, I promise." After he gave me an excited look, he closed his eyes tight and sat very still, tensing almost every muscle in his body. I sighed, then told him to relax as I rubbed his back with just a little bit of my magic touch set to soothe. Once his shoulders went limp, I started feeling out the others in the next room. James gasped when I connected his mind to feel the thoughts of the Eric, Lisa, and Nicky. Eric was worrying about what I was saying to James, hoping I wouldn't upset James too much. Lisa and Nicky both felt excited about living in the Orlin house, but they were both also increasingly hoping I would let them share another dream with each other. When Nicky momentarily thought about James, I felt James getting embarrassed for how he had acted around her. Nicky considered him to be a child, someone who simply didn't know better, while Eric seemed more mature. What she didn't know was James was actually three months older than Eric, and it made James feel bad that he didn't know how to act around others nicely like Eric did. Lisa had a different opinion of him, finding him simply a selfish brat like her younger brother. That didn't bother James, however. He had gotten used to Eric's older sister feeling that way about him. But what hurt him the most was finding that Eric had been embarrassed several times by James' self-centered attitude. Eric would never have told him so, but he sometimes wished James would just grow up a little more than he was. Then Eric's attention was momentarily diverted by Nicky asking if James was his lover. Eric remembered her earlier words about being proud to be gay, and replied with a confident voice, "Yes. James is my lover." The surge of emotional thoughts which followed made James feel good all over, and was so overwhelmed by it that I had to gently disconnect to give James a chance to recover. "Thank you," he said softly before looking up at me. "I'll try not to embarrass you or Eric any more." "You know what?" I said, wiping the trail his single tear had made off his cheek. "What?" "I think you just grew up," I said before giving him a kiss on the forehead. -------------+ That night I had the spare bedroom to myself, and I laid there trying to ignore the tender feelings being shared around me. All I could think about was how much I missed sharing a bed with Suzi and Joey, how empty my life seemed without them in it, all while fearing Sarah was at that moment releasing the true Joey's rage and lust which would destroy any chance of him sharing my bed again. I kept telling myself that I might still have a chance with Suzi, even though I knew in my heart she was destined to be Joey's and not mine. At least once I fell asleep, I slept soundly and didn't have any disturbing dreams. And I felt almost cheery when I woke up to find Eric climbing in my bed to snuggle a little. Apparently James was not a morning person. He liked to sleep in as long as he could, while Eric was always instantly awake and ready for action when he first woke up. I was neither and both. When I wake up, if I have to get up, I get up without any trouble. Otherwise I just roll onto my stomach (a habit I picked up because of the twins) and go back to sleep for a few more hours. I welcomed his warm loving hugs and kisses, finding them very comforting after the troubled thoughts of the night before. He was so endearing that I told him he could wake me up in the morning to snuggle any time he wanted. Then Eric laid on top of me, our soft dicks laying next to each other as we fell asleep again. "Awe, man?! If I knew you guys were going to do that, I would have got up with you Eric!" James said, waking us. "Shit," Nicky said before diverting her eyes as Eric quickly covered himself up with the sheet. "Uhh, you guys... want waffles for breakfast?" she said with her back turned. "Sounds good to me," I said, strolling out of the room, nude. "Morning, Lisa." Lisa just mumbled her response without looking up, concentrating on reading the paper at the table as she waited for her waffle. Nicky ignored my boldness once she saw I had no intention of getting shamed into getting dressed, and simply broke apart a few more frozen waffles to prepare for the toaster. "What time is it?" Eric said with a yawn when he came out dressed. "A quarter to eight," I said without looking at a clock. "What's so interesting, Lisa? You look like you're reading your own obituary." "Obituaries... Section E," she mumbled. "Here, Lisa. Eat it before it gets cold," Nicky said, setting down a plate with one of the four waffles which had popped up out of the toaster a few moments before. "She's always like this in the morning. You can't get anything out of her until she has read the first section of the paper and has her morning coffee." Eric, James, and I were all finishing our own waffles before Lisa suddenly, looked up and said, "Are you naked?" Eric giggled while James snickered, then they shut up when I stood up and did a slow 360. "Get used to it ladies. I'm used to going naked in my own house," I said before forking the last bite in my mouth without sitting down. "But right now I'm going to get my clothes on. It's kind of drafty in here." As I got dressed, I heard Nicky mentioning to Lisa what she saw when James woke us up, then Lisa said something about how muscular I had become. That made me stop and think about whether or not I should have stopped working out. I didn't think that I would have the time to put into keeping the muscles I had built last semester, but after having gone through all the trouble to get them, I was kind of reluctant to just let them go back to the way they were before. I decided I would just have to wait and see what my schedule would be like next week. If I had two hours or so to workout in the evening, the basement was plenty big for the equipment I would need, and maybe Eric and James would get a kick out of working out with me. The furnace guys were there eyeing the four college women with hungry eyes when we arrived, but once I had opened the door, they got down to business and went straight to the basement to work. Because everyone had classes that day, I found that most of Nicky's friends weren't going to show up until lunch time, but promised that we would still get the place cleaned up in time for tomorrow's delivery. Ken showed up shortly after we got there with another guy named Perry. I had felt Perry take an interest in James and Eric while they were cleaning up some of the trash in the front yard, but when he quickly made himself not think about them, I let it go as something innocent. But James had seen the look in Perry's eye, and once they finished outside, James hung around the two plumbers while they worked. Shortly after lunch time, the gas was finally turned on, ironically it having waited on the plumbers to hook the larger water heater up to the gas line. The furnaces came on shortly after that, and then we were all running around turning on faucets and showers to work out all the air bubbles in the lines while the hot water heaters were filled. Eric and I were patiently waiting by the kitchen sink, talking about how much warmer the place already was, when Ken yelled up stairs to ask Perry to check the toilets while he was up there. Eric and I hadn't even known he had come up, so while Eric checked outside, I went upstairs. I was halfway up the stairs when I heard a "Ah yeah.. That's the way I like it.." coming from somewhere upstairs. Quickly and quietly I followed the sounds of Perry's words of encouragement, finding him standing in the bedroom furthest from the stairs with his pants down while James's head moved back and forth with Perry's cock in his mouth. I was about to yell at James when I realized I was the wrong person to catch him in the act like that. So I snuck back down, then when Eric came inside, I pretended that I had received a phone call and asked him to check upstairs for me. I listened for several minutes at the bottom of the stairs for Eric's shouts, but they never came. So after way too much time had passed, I crept upstairs, only to find the bedroom door was closed, and when I tried it, it was locked as well. But they had failed to lock the bathroom door, and as soon as I saw that Eric had taken James place at Perry's cock while James sucked Eric off, I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything until Perry moaned while he came. "ERIC!" I yelled. James jerked away from them as Perry's orgasmic expression flashed to horror of being discovered. But Eric.. Eric never flinched as he came himself while sucking the rest of Perry's spunk out of the still spasming cock in his mouth. "Uh, look.. I, uh.. The kids asked me too.. and I uh.." Perry rambled as he carefully pushed Eric's head away from his cock. James sat there masturbating, his eyes frozen on Eric's mouth frantically searching for the cock he had been nursing on. Before another word was said, I had Perry slip his jeans back up and go back down stairs, making him forget what had. "James.." Eric said desperately when he opened his eyes and saw him. Before Eric could reach him, I got between them, displaying every bit of anger and disappointment I was feeling. Even then it took Eric several moments to snap out of his lusty daze and realize I was not happy. When I saw his face go from excitement to horror, I simply said, "So much for trusting you to control yourself," and left the room. Eric and James were quiet the rest of the day, Eric especially, and I started to miss his enthusiasm for everything I asked him to do. By four o'clock, the furnace people and plumbers were gone, and the last of the girls had showed up to work. Once they were all busy vacuuming, scrubbing, and cleaning windows, I took a break from cleaning the third bathroom in a row and sought out Eric. "..do you have?" Eric asked one of the girls he was helping in one of the bedrooms. "Seven, but Jill and Bee-Bee are my closest. That's why we're rooming together." "Wow. Do you... you know.. Do it a lot with them?" "Do you with your boyfriend?" Patty asked. "Yeah. Every chance we get." "We only do it when we think we deserve it. It isn't good for you if you do it too much." "See Eric?" I said. "Even they say you can't do it all the time." Eric didn't respond, but he put a little more effort into cleaning the window pane, hoping I would leave. I walked up behind him, and was shocked when he pushed me away when I tried to give him a hug. "I don't want your... whatever you call it," Eric said bitterly. "Eric, I'm only trying to..." "I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to control me, just like you control everyone. Well I'm not going to let you do it to me any more." "Control you? Where did you get that... Oh.. I see. Okay Eric. I guess you're right. I've been controlling from the start. I made you gay, I made you suck me in the tent, I made you.." "Shut up," Eric said. "You're not going to..." My hand was on his shoulder with its magic touch on high, causing him to shudder with pleasure as I directed him to turn around and face me. He was like putty in my hands, not resisting me as I lowered him to the ground on top of me. I slowly turned down the magic touch until I finally removed my hand to rub his relaxed back. Eric suddenly snapped out of his daze with a jerk, then laid his head back down and sighed. "Eric, look at me," I said, stopping my back rub. When he looked up at me with just a hint of fear, I said, "See how easy I could do it if I wanted to control you? All I'm trying to do is keep you safe from letting other people take advantage of you or hurting you intentionally or unintentionally. When I found you sucking on him like that, he was fantasizing about what he'd do if he could talk you or James into going home with him for the night." "So? What's wrong with that?" Eric said, his eyes starting to show some resistance in them again. "Shit, Eric. You would have gone with him, too, wouldn't you?" "Maybe," he said defiantly. "Maybe we both would have." "Then both of you would have given in to trying some of his 'special' soda, and would have wound up so fucked up you wouldn't care what then did with you. Shit, Eric. He could have had AIDS. Don't you understand how dangerous it is?" "But you do it all the time," he insisted. "How many girls have you had sex with? How many women? Gays aren't the only one who you can get it from." "True. But I'm very careful about making sure they are clean before letting myself get that far." "What is it with you two?" James said, walking in. "Every time I turn around, I find you two like that." "Shut up James. He made me get down on top of him." Eric said bitterly. "Come on. Let's go to our room and fuck like the fags we are. Nobody else understands what it means to be fifteen and gay." "You're trying too hard," Patty said once their bedroom door shut. "Be their friend, not their parent. Go fuck them if they want you to. Then tell them a story about your uncle George who died of AIDS or something." "No.. Not MY uncle George. His uncle Eric!" I said, getting up. "Oh, and thanks!" I remembered to say to Patty before leaving the room and hurrying to their locked door. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I said, finding they made the same mistake of not locking the bathroom door. But before I went in, I heard Eric crying. I had to take a moment to build my determination back up, then slipped inside. I slipped the ghost commands in their heads so they couldn't see me, then sat down next to Eric and made sure he got a whiff of my cologne. "Tim?" he said looking around. "See? I'm even imagining him. Why can't I do anything right?" "Come on, Eric. Don't start crying again. You know I can't handle you crying," he said, rubbing Eric's thigh. Eric shrugged it off, then said, "I'm not really in the mood for sex.. Let's clean our room up, okay? I'll be all right if you don't leave me." I got up and left them alone, deciding that tonight would be a far better time to try my idea. It was after midnight before we all got back to the girls' apartment. I was so tired, I was in bed half asleep before I remembered my plan to hopefully curb their recklessness. I had to fiddle around with my own mind a few moments before I worked out how to control the dream I was intending to have, then formed the dream links with Eric and James and went to sleep. ..................................... I was at school, walking down one of the halls, checking out the guys like usual. That's when I saw him for the first time, checking me out as I checked him out, knowing he was just like me. I never had seen him before, but I knew his name. Joey. His name was Joey. And just like that, we walked up to each other, looking in each other's eyes, our hearts racing, our skin tingling, then finally we kissed with more passion I had ever known before. Nobody around us noticed us as we rubbed each other's bodies as we kissed. The bell gently rang around us, and we broke apart to go to class, telling each other we love them. I was in class for a whole five minutes before the bell rang again. There he was, waiting for me outside, somehow managing to talk the principal into making the classes five minutes long and the time between classes fifty minutes. Joey, my love, led me down to the boy's shower, and we started undressing each other, knowing we would be making love. But before we could do so, three more good looking nude guys my age walked in, and we knew they wanted to fuck too. We each took turns sucking and fucking each other, loving the hot sex every minute, yet I was getting concerned about having not done it yet with Joey. I was more horny than ever by the time it was my and Joey's turn, and I was full of lust as he got down on his knees to suck me off. But just before he touched me, the bell rang and suddenly there were guys all over the place yelling and screaming at us, calling us fags and fairies. Someone hit me in the stomach, and suddenly there was a fight as Joey tried to come to my rescue. I struggled and struggled to get to him, but just as I thought I was going to get through the crowd of punching boys, there was a loud cracking sound before the room went quiet. Joey laid on the floor with his eyes glazing over, his skull having been cracked by the hard concrete floor. I cried, "NO!" before hearing his last words "Love you Tim," then witnessed the life leave his body completely. That was when I found myself alone in the showers with his body, everyone else having disappeared as I kneeled there trying to understand what happened. I let my lust take over, and it had caused me to lose the only person I loved. My lover whom I never would make love to... ..................................... I woke up, shaking from the nightmare which I had purposely created, hearing the muffled sobs of Eric and James as they reassured themselves it had only been a dream, and that their own lovers had not died like in their versions of their dream. I hugged my pillow, trying to shake the loneliness the dream had amplified three fold. I don't know how long I laid there fighting to keep myself from crying, and found that both Eric and James had fallen back asleep holding each other's hands. Ironically, I was more disturbed by the dream than they were, mostly because my lovers where not there with me in my bed. The next morning finally came, waking to the sight of Eric standing at my door. For a moment I thought he was going to snuggle again which I suddenly desperately needed to do. But Eric was only there to let me know he knew I had made the dream, and from the look on his face, he hated me for it. James strangely was warmer than usual with me during the morning. But as the morning wore on, his true colors showed through, and finally he blurted out he was trying to make me happy because he didn't want to go home. It was around lunch time when I realized Eric and James were no where to be seen. I ended up having to do a pulse, and found them following a guy to his own apartment where the three of them were going to fuck. I checked to see if his sexual habits were clean, finding they weren't but he had just been tested for VD, so he was for the moment clean. He had some pretty wild ideas about what he'd like to do with them, and I figured they would have to learn their lesson the hard way and let them go make their own mistakes. They didn't come home that Wednesday night, and they didn't bother calling either. I was pretty upset with them, but I wasn't going to interfere. Shawn, the guy they were staying with, had invited two of his boy friends over to party with the boys Thursday night, and once I had made sure they were also clean, I kept my mind off of it until it was time for the orgy. James and Eric got a little drunk, and James let it slip out that Eric liked to sometimes give his ass a little lick once in a while. Since the three older guys were fairly drunk themselves, they insisted Eric show them, then when he wouldn't, they tried to force him. By the time they gave up, Eric and James were scared shitless, and I finally got the call around eleven that night from James as Eric cried in the background. I was over there in a flash, but even that wasn't fast enough. I found them naked, hiding in the bushes outside in the cold after the assholes had kicked them out without their clothes because they had called me. Ten minutes later, the three guys were the ones outside naked in the bushes, and since I had locked the door to their apartment, the only way they could get their clothes was to go and ask the landlord to let them in. Friday morning, I woke to find Eric climbing in bed with me to snuggle again. He cried more than snuggled, telling me he was sorry, and he wouldn't do anything like that again. James even said he was sorry after crawling in bed with the two of us later that morning, but I could tell he hadn't learned his lesson yet. 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