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

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>This posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 4 - Slaves Young and Old             (mc incest mf)
     Part 5 - Male Ego                         (mm)

>The next posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 6 - Troubles of Sexuality            (mm)
     Part 7 - Vision of the Damned             (mc mf rape (sort of))

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 4 - Slaves Young and Old
(mc incest mf)

I woke alone in my bed at the North mansion, feeling completely rested and
relaxed.  I was so comfortable and at ease that I just laid there completely
nude on top of the covers, not wishing to disturb the perfect stillness and
peace after having such a wonderful dream.

My attention wandered around the room a bit, not really thinking of anything
specific, just letting the objects in the room trigger whatever vague images
and feelings they wished to give me.

But when my eyes fell on the tux which I had worn the night before, I jerked up
to a sitting position to get a better look, then exclaimed, "Holy Shit!  It
wasn't a dream after all!"

After staring at the tux for a few more moments, I laid back down and had a
good stretch.  By the time I had finished, my little buddy was wide awake
himself, and I struggled to remember where the twins were that day.

I glanced at the time and found they had they let me sleep in.

"Shit, they've never let me sleep this late.  I wonder what's wrong?" I mutter
to myself as I slipped over to the edge of the bed and got up on my feet.

As I walked to the door, I started to realize how quiet the place seemed.  When
I mean quiet, I don't just mean sounds, but symbols too.  It felt as if the
entire wing was empty besides me, and while I was used to that at the South
mansion, I had never experienced it there at the North one.

There was one mind I felt coming closer, and it only took a moment to realize
it was grandma coming to join me.

"Good morning, my youngest master," she said softly when she entered the room.


I was flat on my back with my hardon flying high in the air, for she had taken
her son's plea of sucking me as something which overrode anything I wished, but
first she was going to try it in a way that she felt would please me.

She had used her status as her son's favorite slave to have the first crack at
me that morning, and since she knew I expected the twins to suck me off, she
was going to attempt to sweet talk me into letting her do it instead.

"I'm as ready as I'm gonna be," I simply said with a sigh.  "If you're gonna do
it, then let's just skip the pleasantries and get it over with."

"You understand I must do it to please Charlie, don't you?" she said as she
crawled onto my bed while shedding the skimpy robe which she had worn.

"Yes," I said, unable to keep my hardon going any longer.  "Now suck me quick
before I change my mind."

"Yes, master," she said with delight.

Her tongue began slowly lapping the side of my dick, then just as I closed my
eyes to try and concentrate on the physical sensations I was receiving, she
moved down to my happy sack and licked in a slow and steady motion that was
unlike anything I had ever had before.

I kind of forgot about the discomfort I felt about who it was and why she was
doing it, finding it resembling the twin's techniques yet having some important
differences such as sudden changes of speed.  She easily restored my hard on to
full size, and kept it there while she cleansed my scrotum with care and built
up my cravings and needs.

By the time she had finished with that and returned to my dick, I was beyond
the point where it could disturb me, so I sat up and watched her begin to lick
off the head of my cock.

I had never seen anyone make love to a cock like that before.  While she was
constantly increasing my arousal, I wasn't feeling frustrated like when the
twins would work me up to hold me on the edge forever.  I actually thought to
glance at the clock as I laid back down covered with sweat, finding she had
spent over twenty minutes on just the steady licking, but now she was slipping
her toothless mouth over the crown of my dick's head.

My dad was right when he said it wasn't anything like what I had experienced
before.  It's very hard to describe what her smooth curved gums felt like
moving slowly up and down the shaft of my dick, and the amount of suction she
used made me wonder if my grandmother really could suck a golf ball through a
garden hose.

Yet all through the steady building of her speed and my pleasure, she never
once gave my empathic senses anything to feel but a constant loving need to
please.  She didn't seem to be aroused by any of this at all, but it sure was
making her feel happy and useful again, and I guess that's why I don't regret
cumming as hard and energetically as I did.

But I did feel a little guilty once I collected my thoughts and looked down at
her still cleaning my dick off.  I couldn't help but shudder at what it all
meant, then got a hold of myself and considered how to make the best of it.

My grandma felt a little panicked when my hands gently started pulling her up
on top of me.  She knew I would be very upset later if I lost so much control
of myself to fuck her like she thought I was about to do.  But she was
incapable of refusing such a request and she became very confused at what to
do.

When I laid her down on top of me with head just below mine, she was really
confused a moment, then relaxed as I gently stroked her naked back and sighed.

She really was a loving and dear woman.  Grandma just had different ways of
expressing her feelings towards the people she cared about.  After all, she had
been raised to believe that her purpose in life was to provide sexual pleasure
to her owners and their peers, and in many ways she was lucky that her son
accepted her ways as he did.  She would have never willingly accepted anything
but the sex they had as the sign of his never ending love for his mom.

But I was determined that I could get her to accept my love without the sex
being involved.  And while we laid there nude, my hands caressing her elderly
body without either of us getting aroused, I knew I was laying down the
foundation towards my final goal.

Eventually she became restless laying on top of me so long, but she didn't want
to spoil the mood I so carefully had been building up and offered to try and
bake cookies for me which I instantly said no.

I carefully rolled her off me, then positioned myself on top of her with my
lips kissing her squarely between her saggy breasts.  Even to this day I don't
consider my orally pleasuring her to be sexual in any way.  I guess I finally
understood what my dad had tried to tell me time and time again about how his
sex with his mom was not really sex, but love.

I'm not going to go into any more detail of what all we did together that
morning in bed, but I will tell you I never got hard, and therefore we didn't
fuck.  You see, we formed own unique way of expressing our love that wasn't
sexual, yet I have no way of explaining why it wasn't when if I did it to
anyone else it most certainly would have been.

Eric came over that afternoon to spend the day with us, and he was pretty
chipper when he got there since I had purposely sent the limo with Carol and
Vicki to pick him up.  We were in the middle of mixing up our cookie dough when
he arrived, and after sitting at the table chatting with us for a while as we
worked, Eric asked if he could go play with the twins.

I told him I didn't mind one bit, then felt it disturb my grandmother for some
reason.

"Grandma..  Are you .. jealous of the twins?"

"Jealous?" she said with a surprisingly hostile sound to her voice.  "Why would
I be jealous of those two pets?"

"They're not pets," I objected.  "They're like sisters to me.  But you're
right.  You're not jealous...  You feel..  You feel like they are an insult?  A
personal insult?  Why?"

"You wouldn't understand my young master."

"Try me."

She looked at me for a moment, realizing I wasn't going give up without a more
thorough explanation and decided she needed to sit down before saying anything
more.  

"I remember my first master taking me to his special room where all good slaves
went to pleasure him.  I think I was about three back then, not that I really
know.  He told me I was his greatest creation, the best of his long life's
work, and I would be the mother of an entire new generation of sexual servants
that would be his best products to offer the few who could afford his price.

"I suppose he altered my young mind at that point to desire sexually pleasuring
him above all else, and from that day on I was one of three girls who he
oversaw every stage of our lessons and personally nurtured us as we grew.  We
loved him and even to this day I think of him as my father even though he
always had us call him grandfather.  That was an honor in itself since all the
other slaves had to call him master.

"We were like princesses among the other girl slaves.  They adored us, they
quite honestly were jealous of us, and for my entire childhood I never once
doubted I would anything else but one of his favorites.

"I was so happy for Courtney when Grandfather announced it was time for her to
have her first child.  I was nine, and Courtney was sixteen,  and Pollyanna was
somewhere in between us, but I can't remember if she was two or four years
older than me.

"Well, Courtney had twin boys, and Grandfather was very pleased with this.
Over the next, oh.. I'd say five years, Courtney had another little boy, then
had set of twin girls after that.  By the time I was fourteen, Pollyanna was
pregnant for her first child, and shortly before I reached the age which I
could bear children safely, Grandfather had lost all interest in me and was
focusing on the Courtney's oldest twins.

"He sold me a year later, and I was passed around like some common slave.  It
wasn't until your grandfather accidentally made me pregnant with Charlie did I
finally fulfill what Grandfather made me want all of my life.  Charlie is my
life's work and I don't regret one moment of it.  But yet I still feel cheated
by those darn twins Courtney had."

She waited for me to absorb all of that, then after I went over her story in my
head again, I still didn't see what it had to do with Joy and Honey directly
and told her so.

"I thought you knew," she said before cracking a grin on her face.  "I suppose
it wouldn't make much sense if you didn't know, would it?"

"What don't I know?" I whined.

"They," she said with a surprising amount of disgust while pointing in the
direction of where Eric had gone, "are my Grandfather's so called greatest
creations!"

"You mean..  Gladius?  No..  He's too young.  Gladius's father then?  He was
your.. 'Grandfather'?"

"So now do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess, but Joy and Honey didn't have anything personally to do with
it.  They're pretty much innocent."

"Timmy, you listen to me and don't you ever forget this," she said with such
force that I shivered.  "There is nothing innocent about any of my
Grandfather's girls.  They are Grandfather's girls first, and everything you
believe them to be comes second to that.  They can not be trusted."

"But.." I said as my empathic senses blasted the cold hard seriousness of her
words.  "But they can't control me anymore because I'm empathic, like them.
They can't harm me."

"That is what they want you to believe," she said, looking over her shoulder
with a sudden nervousness.  "Timmy, I have just broken a sacred oath by telling
you this.  It's an oath which none of Grandfather's girls have ever broken
before.  Please don't speak a word of this to anyone, not even your father.  It
would endanger you, me, and whoever you tell."

I stared at her for several moments, finding myself unable to accept that she
could possibly know Joy and Honey better than I did, or that there was truly a
danger with the information she had given me.  But I couldn't deny the
unwavering truthfulness I had felt from her, and I knew that no matter what the
real truth was, she believed in what she had said.

"There is more," she said, waiting for my response.

I went over and sat down in the chair next to her, peering into her eyes for a
few moments before sighing and diving into her mind to prove to myself she had
been misled.

But what I found only made me wonder if she did truly know of things which made
the twins and even herself a possible threat to me and my loved ones.  

Gladius, or at least the Gladius she had called Grandfather, had chosen my
grandmother as one of his select favorites because of her mother's and father's
strong empathic backgrounds.  Courtney was in fact her half sister, having the
same father but two different mothers, both having been empathic before Gladius
enslaved them.

I understood a lot which apparently had not ever occurred to my grandmother.
Courtney had developed her empathic abilities a few years before giving birth
to her first set of twins.  Gladius had expected Wendy, my grandmother, to
develop empathic abilities rather than Courtney because of the way he believed
the inheritance  worked, but by the time Wendy had reached her sixteenth
birthday, he was convinced she would never develop them, and he had been right.

Courtney's twin boys developed their own empathic abilities before they were
two years of age, mostly due to Gladius's controlling their developing minds to
mimic their mother in the way she thought and felt.  The two boys were
incredibly powerful by the age of four, and sadly enough Gladius found he could
no longer control them and had them destroyed before they turned five.

Shortly before Wendy was sold, she witnessed the twin girls using their
combined abilities to control their remaining brother, and I instantly
recognized the expression on his face.  It was the same one I had seen on
Eric's, and most likely the same I had worn countless times myself.

"Why Charlie allowed them to tamper with you I'll ever understand," she said
after I finished and sat back to relax and think.  "Charlie knows most of it
already, but what he doesn't know is Grandfather still has control over every
one of his girls.  Those two girls would betray him the instant Grandfather
wishes it."

"Why are you telling me all this and not dad?" I asked.

"Charlie can't defend his mind as well as you can.  I'm afraid to tell him, or
let him explore that part of my memory.  But you perhaps are the strongest
voice I have ever met in my life.  Guard this information with every ounce of
your strength, my young master.  If Grandfather ever found out, he would stop
at nothing to make sure no one would ever learn of it."

The buzzer for the first batch of cookies went off at that moment, startling us
both.  We continued to talk as we finished our cookie baking, but didn't
approach the subject again.  I wasn't sure what I believed at that point, but
just to be cautious, I followed her advice, never mentioning it to anyone else.

Once we had finished cleaning up the kitchen, Grandma went to take a nap while
I checked on Eric and the twins.  I couldn't help but feel disturbed from the
way Eric just sat there mindlessly waiting for Honey or Joy to decide and use
him again.  Eric's mind was technically asleep, only having the most basic of
instincts and emotions controlling his actions, and his emotions were entirely
under the twin's empathic control.

Suddenly Eric leaned forward to lick Honey's clit with a slow and steady
motion, his actions resembling the twin's own motions as he slowly began
working her up to an orgasm.  My disturbing feeling fell away as my curiosity
grew, and it just suddenly hit me that it was Joy controlling Eric, and she was
attempting to lower her twin sister into that deep trance-like state through
Eric.

Joy finally noticed me standing there watching them, and after a moment she
invited me to fuck Eric's ass.  I was tempted, believe me I was tempted, but I
decided it would be best to wait until later when he could enjoy it too.

That was the last time I allowed the twins to play with Eric like that.  It
wasn't just because of my grandmother's warning.  I simply realized after Eric
came to his senses that he seemed more anxious to "play" with the twins again
than ever before, yet couldn't recall a single thing about what he did or why
he wanted to so bad.

I found out that evening that my dad had given the twins a new freedom as his
combined wedding and eighteenth birthday gift.  I just so happened to look out
the window as Joy and Honey were stepping out of a limo... with two guys I
didn't know.  The two well built college freshmen were checking the place out,
their expressions displaying the relaxed mood the twins' blow job had given
them.

I met the group in the main hall and questioned the twins on what was going on.
The argument which followed between me and the two silent seductresses
completely bewildered the two young men, for they never detected the twins'
replies to my rather loud accusations and threats.

Nevertheless, they willingly followed the girls on their way to the study while
I fumed and fussed, damning my father for giving them the freedom to go out and
find their own playthings to seed and enjoy.

They avoided me the rest of the day, but woke me in their usual way Monday
morning, and I guess they "talked" me into seeing it in a different way.  The
"discussion" was rather long and tedious, but it basically came down to this.

Joy and Honey had spent most of their life developing their empathic abilities
for the purpose of seeding and controlling men for their master's benefit.  I
was pleased that they had finally stopped considering themselves as the
property of my father, and they made me admit that as free human beings they
had the right to use their talents as they saw fit.

How could I argue with that?  I mean, what right did I have to say my mother,
father, and I could use our abilities the way we wished, but they couldn't?
Yes, I didn't like how my dad still occasionally brought back a new girl who he
had enslaved, and last month I nearly disowned my mother when I found she had
"obtained" three male personal "assistants" to help her through the final few
months of her pregnancy.  

But they didn't mistreat them, and while these people didn't have the choice to
be whatever my parents wished, for the most part they were happy with the
arrangements and enjoyed the benefits they received while living their own life
whenever their services were not needed.

So I gave the twins the benefit of the doubt, knowing they would only use their
toys a short while before letting them go and getting someone new.  I made it
clear I would be extremely upset if I ever found they had seeded one of my
friends without my knowledge, then promised I wouldn't interfere in their
affairs just like I did with my father.

It was lunch time at school by the time we had all that settled, and after
kissing and making up, I suddenly had a flare of guilt concerning the one slave
I still had control of.
 
"Hello, Sandi," I said as the group of girls walked outside after finishing
their lunch.

"Tim!" the sprouting thirteen year old said excitedly.  "Have you come for me?"

"Yep," I said, noticing how the four other girls were checking me out and even
lingering on my package.  "I didn't know you hung around with eighth graders.
Who's your friends?"

"They're not... Oh..  Oh yeah," she said, catching on a little late. 

"I'm Kris," a round eyed brunette said while pushing her chest forward to show
off her more mature cleavage.

"Hello, Kris," I said as I took her hand and gave it gentleman's kiss.

"Pam," the meek looking blond said when my questioning gaze moved to her face.

"Nice to meet you, Pam," I said as I took her rather nervously raised hand and
kissed it like the first.

"I'm Mandy," the tallest of the five said presenting her hand to me.

"Mandy with the pretty brown eyes," I said with a wink before giving her the
courtesy kiss on the back of her hand.

"And you must be Karen," I said before the green eyed light brown haired girl
could offer.  "I'm glad to finally meet you."

"You know.. about me?" she said timidly before hesitantly offering her hand.

"Only from what Brad has mentioned over lunch.  He's all the time talking about
his sister and her cute friend who's over almost everyday."

"Oh," she said as I gave her hand a kiss and a half.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Kris asked.

"I'm here to pick up Sandi for her brother," I said simply.

"Why couldn't he come and pick her up?" Mandy asked.

"Because he had a test and I'm on the way back from seeing the dentist," I made
up quickly.  "Sandi, we have to get going now."

"Yes, Tim," she said automatically, taking the hand I was holding out to her.

The teacher who was on lunch duty nodded his consent as we walked past him, and
once I had located the last of her teachers and made sure she wouldn't be
missed, I looked over at the curious but patient girl walking hand in hand with
me.

"I see you've been quite an influence on your friends.  I half expected them to
reach out and feel my crotch after I kissed their hands."

"If you like, we could have them come with us," she said somewhat expectantly.

"I don't think so.  I sorta want to be alone with you for a while."

As expected, she considered that to mean considerably more than I had in mind,
but for the moment I let her dirty imagination explore the possibilities.

I wasn't all that surprised when as soon as I shut my door Sandi began digging
my cock out with a skilled hand.

"I've really made a mess of you, haven't I," I sighed after gently stopping her
hand's motions.  "Sandi, is there anything besides sex you enjoy doing?"

"Oh yes, Master.  I love dressing Brad and bathing Brad and doing things for
Brad.  I also love dressing up for him and teasing him with my body when I'm
getting him snacks.  And I really like it when he dances with me, especially
when we're naked and horny."

"What about your friends?  Don't you like doing things with them?"

"I like telling them about how good it feels to give blow jobs and fuck, and
whenever I get one of them in the mood I try to talk them into doing things
with me.  Brad loves it when I video tape one of my friends playing with
themselves."

"Isn't there anything you like to do that doesn't involve Brad or sex?" I asked
desperately.

"I...  I.." she said before concentrating very hard on my question.

"I think I still like reading Nancy Drew, but I don't have time to do that very
much.  And when my mom takes me shopping with her friends, I almost feel
normal.  I kind of like that.  Is that all right Master?"

"Yeah, you bet it is.  That's the kind of thing I was hoping you would say
first off instead of having to dig for it."

After a short quiet spell, I asked her, "Sandi, do you still masturbate?"

"Oh yes, Master.  I do it whenever Brad asks me to."

"That's not what I meant.  Do you ever masturbate for your own pleasure and not
for someone else's?"

"Yes I have, Master," she said softly.  "But I won't do it any more if you
say."

"No.. I want you to do it when ever you feel like it, okay?  It's okay to make
yourself feel good."

"Thank you master."

"So, what do you think about while you're playing with yourself?"

"I think of Brad a lot, but sometimes I pretend I'm another boy's slave, like
one of the boys in my class.  And I also sometimes dream of pleasuring you,
especially after Brad talks about you."

"Talks about me?  How?  I mean, what does he say?"

"He's all the time talking about how much sex you have and how great it would
be if you would come over and fuck me.  We practiced really hard last month to
get me ready for your mom's wedding.  Brad say's that once you find out how
good I am, you might let him train some other girls.  Will you fuck me Master?
It would make Brad so happy to know you fucked me."

I didn't respond to her question for we had reached my driveway and I wasn't
sure how to tell her I wanted to free her from her enslavement.

I pulled up to the front steps then shut off the engine before finally saying,
"That depends on you, Sandi.  What do you want?  It doesn't matter what Brad
wants.  All I care about is what you want."

"I want..  I want to make Brad happy," she said as I began pulling out the
sloppy commands I had placed in her mind two years previous.  "I.. want him to
be proud of me and love me, and if you let me fuck you and you like it, he
would be very happy and proud of me."

"Okay then," I said while canceling the last of the enslaving commands in her
head.  "Let's go in see if there isn't anything else you'd rather do instead,
and if there isn't, we can fuck for a while.  Let's go inside, Sandi."

"Yes, Master," she said before frowning.

I ignored her reaction since I knew very well what she was frowning about, but
couldn't help grinning a little as hurried to catch up with me going up the
steps.  She hadn't instantly complied with my order, and that fact was buzzing
around her head even more than how she hadn't felt rewarded by calling me
master as she should have.

I led her to the study, then gave her simple little tasks that ordinarily any
slave would do without being bothered by the tediousness and obvious waste of
time they were.  I was impressed with Sandi's patience and self control, but
when I called her over from turning every pillow in the study exactly half way
around, she let out an "Oh good," which no slave would have ever done.

"Don't you mean oh good, Master?" I said with a convincing stern face.

"Oh, sorry, er, Master."

"I'll let it go this time," I said taking her hand and pulling her beside me.
"Tell me more about what you like doing."

"Yes, master," she said with a bit of a hesitation.  "I think I like going over
to Karen's house and playing with her dolls.  She has almost..."

She gasped slightly and just barely pulled away from me when I started fondling
her left breast through her shirt, but she instantly recovered herself and
continued.

"..almost twenty of them and they all have several sets of clothes.  One time
when she was changing a guy doll and I was changing a girl doll, I had my doll
give hers a blow job, and after I told her what that was, I started showing her
other things too.  Sometimes I pretend Brad is a big doll when I'm dressing
him, but he doesn't like me thinking that way about him."

"Is Karen your best friend?" I asked before pulling her shirt up without any
warning.

"I, uhh..  I guess so.  Ouch.  I mean, before I tasted that candy, Mandy was my
best friend.  But she didn't like talking about sex with boys until after I got
the others talking about it, and Karen seemed the easiest to..."

"What's the matter, Sandi?" I said before giving her left nipple another lick.

"I... I don't know.  I think something is wrong.  Please stop doing that?"

"Don't you like feeling your Master's tongue on your body?"

"I...  I..." she said extremely confused.

"Maybe you're just nervous about me finally thinking of fucking you.  Brad
wants you to do it so badly, and you want to make him happy, right?"

"I guess that could be...  it," she shuddered as I licked her nipple again.
"It does make me feel kind of nervous, but now it's starting to feel better
too."

My sarcasm having backfired on me, I was tempted to go even further with her
right then, but I realized to do so would probably just cause her to block out
her discomfort out of habit and compound the problem.

"You were saying something about Karen being the easiest.  Easiest what?"

"Easiest to.. to talk into trying stuff."

"Like what?  Tell me what you and her did."

"I asked her if she ever felt the tingles down there, but she wouldn't say she
had until I told her about how I like to play with myself to feel them.  After
that she would ask me questions like when I did it last and if I had tried
anything different that I hadn't told her about before.  It took me a couple of
weeks before she agreed to let me show her, and a whole month before she would
do it in front of me.  I got that on video tape though," she said proudly.

"What's the last thing you talked her into doing?" I asked.

"Letting Brad lick her.  He was so happy that she finally let him do that.  The
next step is..."

She was frowning again, so I said, "What's the matter, Sandi?"

"Huh?" she said letting her confusion slip away.  "I just was thinking how big
Brad is, and how much it hurt when it happened to me the first few times."

"You don't like the idea of Karen going through the pain you went through, do
you."

"No...  No I don't."

"Does making your brother happy mean so much to you that you would trick your
friends into making the same mistakes you made?"

"But...  I didn't have a choice after I ate that candy, and they still do...
And I'm not tricking them into anything bad.  I love the way my brother makes
me feel.  I want to share that with them, even if means it hurting a little at
first."

"So you like having sex."

"Yes."

"You like having sex a lot?"

"Yes."

"Is it just sex with Brad you like?  Or with anyone?"

"I...  I'm not sure.  I think it might be anyone, but I know I love doing it
with Brad."

"What about me?  Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Of course, you're my..."

Again her face filled with confusion, her expectations and feelings conflicting
with each other on the matter of my masterhood.

"Sandi," I said looking into her eyes with compassion.  "When I made you a
slave, I did it thinking it would help you get better from what those men did
to you.  I never meant for you to stay so focused on sex that you see it as
something you should do all the time.  I wish I could have spent some of the
last summer with you and Brad.  I would have made sure the two of you worked
towards having you find other things to enjoy.

"We can't change what happened, but you can still find other things to like
besides making your brother happy and having sex.  You're as recovered from
what those men did to you as you're gonna be, and just you talking to me like
this is the proof.  You're no longer anyone's slave, Sandi.  I've set you free,
so it's up to you if you still want me to fuck you or not."

"I'm not yours anymore?  What about Brad?  Am I still his?"

"No, silly.  You're your own owner.  You don't have to call anyone master, and
you don't have to do what Brad or I tell you to do."

"But..  I can still be Brad's if I want to, right?"

"Well, I guess so," I said a little surprised.

"Good," she said, "Then I choose to be his, and that means I want what he
wants."

"You mean, you still want me to.." I said as I reached between her legs and
gave her puss a little pet.  I figured I didn't have anything to lose and
everything to gain, but unfortunately I found that she really did like sex.

So her response was to return the favor plus some, finding her hand slipping
into my shorts and pulling my hardening dick out, then playing with it while
she ground her young wet slit against my hand.

"You're bigger than Brad," she commented between pants, then suddenly dived to
engulf my cock.

She used her throat and tongue on my pleasure rod with expert precision, only
pausing a moment when I pulled her shorts and panties off while moving her into
a 69 position.

I thoroughly enjoyed giving her lips an enthusiastic yet tender cleaning, then
moved on to explore her inner folds.  Her shorter height made it necessary for
us to stay on our sides as we worked, and after a while my bent back was
starting to complain.

So I gave up my end and rolled onto my back, then concentrated on enjoying her
unique blow job, finding her younger throat to give her a greater tightness
than I was accustomed to.

She popped her mouth off long enough to say "I like your dick," then started to
bob up and down quickly a few times before slowing down to a regular pace.

"Why?" I asked, feeling myself getting close.

"Because it's so straight," she answered.

"Is that all?"

"No," she said, before taking it as deep as it could and holding it here a
moment, then slipped it back out say, "But it's the neatest thing about it.
You also don't have that much hair growing on the base of your shaft, so it
makes it easier to slip up and down.  Like this."

When she heard my moan during her steady inhaling and exhaling my meat, she
knew I was about to cum.  She pulled my cock out of her throat and only held
its head inside her lips while applying suction and pushing her middle finger
against my rose.  

Her finger made me shoot a good long stream of cum into her mouth, but it was
when I was reloading that my back door relaxed and she sent her finger deep
inside me, then caused me to shoot the next load even harder as that same
finger stroked my prostrate from my insides.

I can't say I had never had someone do that to me before, but it had been quite
unexpected and that made it very good. 

I was still a bit stunned when I felt her lips against mine, but accepted the
sample she had saved me, finding it tasting different in a good way from being
in her mouth before mine.

It was while we were exploring each other's mouths that I believe she started
feeling something she hadn't had before.

Control

Not control of another being, but she was in control of the sex.  I was letting
her do as she pleased, having made no expectations for her to fulfil while
attempting to give back as much as she gave me.

When I felt her wetness starting to slide down towards it's goal, I decided I
wanted to give her the kind of pleasure she had given me.

I felt her disappointment as I rolled her onto her back, but surprised her by
not fucking her like she had expected me.  Instead, I began teasing her breasts
with my mouth and tongue, adding a shot of my magic touch at random times.  I
found that her nipples had recently become sensitive, so while she really
didn't have much meat on her breast, her moans were good enough to keep me from
losing interest.

When she had had enough, she didn't hesitate to roll us over, then gave me a
wicked kiss before sliding her extremely wet cunt over my waiting cock.

She really was a good fuck as far as pussy fucking goes, but I thoroughly
enjoyed her ass for it was nice to experience a different rectum after having
fucked Eric's so much.  But after we showered and got dressed so I could drop
her back off at school, I knew we probably wouldn't ever fuck again, especially
since she didn't have any true feelings for me except appreciating my help, and
later for giving her her freedom. 


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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye 
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 5 - Male Ego
(mm)

"What the FUCK did you do to my sister, man?!?" Brad shouted across the parking
lot the next morning as I got out of my car.

"Shit," I muttered as he walked in my direction with clenched fists and eyes
full of anger. 

"Double shit," I added when Joey pulled in and slammed on his brakes to keep
from hitting Brad.

I don't know what was more disturbing to me.  Brad's obvious intention to beat
the shit out of me, or Joey's obvious intention to watch and cheer him on.

There was no doubt in my mind Sandi had told Brad everything either late last
night or that morning, and while this or Brad's anger wasn't unexpected, I
never considered Brad to be the type to physically want to retaliate like that.
I could have easily used my abilities to prevent Brad from carrying out his
plan, but something told me that this was exactly what Joey hoped I would do so
he could use it against me.

I quickly turned to Eric and said, "No matter what happens, don't get involved.
Understand?  You'll only make things worse for both me and yourself."

There was only enough time to see Eric's head begin to nod before Brad
exclaimed, "You fucken traitor!" and tried to rush me.

"She has the right to be her own master, Brad!" I said as I jumped out the way,
only to find him coming at me again and this time no way to avoid his body
slam.

I managed to stay on my feet when he hit, then as Brad recovered his own
balance, I saw his hand forming a fist and knew I was either going have to use
my abilities, flee, or stay there and fight Brad, man to man.

Brad took three swipes at me, the third clipping my chin and making me mad
enough to throw one of my own.  Unfortunately, Brad was incredibly agile, and
after he avoided two of my swings, his left fist connected with my right upper
lip, then got me three or four times in the stomach before I could get him
squarely in the face with a right.

At that point Brad backed off a moment and I was able to recollect my wits and
some of my breath while getting into a better defensive posture and watching
for his next advance.

This was the first instance I found where the experience I had copied from
another's mind failed to provide me the appropriate skills and reactions
without ever having practiced them.  I was struggling to implement the mixture
of defensive martial art techniques I had obtained, but ended up having to go
with my own personal instincts and experience when Brad managed to slip two
more punches by my slow reactions.

Here I was, a telepath powerful enough to enslave the entire school body in ten
minutes time, a voice who believed he could defend his mind against another
voice's attack even while asleep, and an empath strong enough to resist the
twin's powerful empathic call.  Yet I was caught completely unprepared to
defend myself properly from a mute who was only shielded from my power by my
moral conscience and my pride.

My pride took quite a beating that day.  So did my face.  By the time we were
broken apart by a few teachers called out to the scene, I had a bloody lip, a
sore jaw, a couple of very tender and bruised ribs, and was squinting one eye
which became nice and black in the next hour which followed.  Brad, on the
other hand, only sported a bloody nose and few bruises on his arms and
shoulders, for despite his lazy or laid back appearance, Brad could be as quick
as a fox when he had to be.

Normally a fight such as this resulted in a two or three day suspension for
both students, and after both Brad and I refused to explain what the fight had
been about, Higgs was ready to add a couple of detentions on top of that.

Higgs left us alone in his office for a few minutes, one of those principal
tactics to get two friends talking after having a fist fight like that.  It was
a risky tactic that had only backfired a couple of time on him before, but if I
hadn't kept my mouth shut in his absence, it would have backfired again from
the way Brad glared at me the whole time.

Joey apparently had volunteered to explain what he had saw and heard, and even
though he didn't tell Higgs exactly what Sandi did as a slave, he filled Higgs
in on enough of the other details that Higgs more or less let us both off the
hook.  He warned Brad that if he didn't cool off, he would consider talking to
his parents about the whole deal, then told him to get his butt to class.

Higgs indicated he wasn't finished with me when I got up with Brad to leave,
and once the door shut behind Brad, I felt his disapproval add another layer of
discomfort on top of my aches and pains.  

Higgs wasn't stupid.  I mean he knew I took advantage of my abilities to get
out of class and have fun once in a while, and even though we never actually
spoke about it, he knew that fun usually involved sex.  But Higgs and I..
Well, you know.  I had always confided in him when my morals conflicted with my
dad's activities or something else concerning those kind of things.  

He thought he knew what kind of a person I was, but this was the first he had
ever heard of me enslaving anyone.  It made him wonder, "Has he done something
to me?"

I felt like crying.  I couldn't look up at him.  I couldn't even speak.  Mr.
Higgs was like an anchor in my life.  While everyone else had changed over the
past couple of years, Mr. Higgs had remained the same.  And until now, he never
seriously considered I had altered him to believe we had a close relationship,
but now that was all he could think about as he sat down in silence at is desk.

"How many other's have you..." he began but didn't finish.

"I don't know...  six or seven, I think.  But nothing like Sandi.  They all
could free themselves any..."

"Was one of them Nancy Johnson?" he asked.

"Huh?  Nancy Joh..  Oh, Mrs. Johnson.  No.  She and I were just...  Competing I
guess.  I didn't do anything to her mind.. or yours."

He didn't respond right away, and while I was sitting there, my body's aches
seemed to intensify enough for me to moan as I tried to find a more comfortable
position.

That changed Higg's train of thought, and he asked, "Why did you let Brad do
that to you?"

"I didn't exactly just let him, now did I," I said heatedly, feeling a bit
short tempered from my discomfort.

"You know what I meant," he said evenly.  "Why didn't you just...  Change his
mind about it?"

"Because he's my friend, and I guess...  At first I thought I could beat him
the old fashioned way, but then when I couldn't, I couldn't wimp out and cheat
like that.  Nobody would have respected me for doing something like that."

"You mean Joey."

"I guess I mostly was thinking about him, yeah, but not just him.  Eric, Suzi,
or anyone else who knows...  Even Brad I guess," I said before flinching from a
nice sharp pain from moving the wrong way.

Higgs let out a deep breath of air, then said, "Perhaps you better call for
someone to pick you up.  I don't think you're going to feel like sitting in
class today like that.  You might as well go home and rest."

"Thanks, but if I can get some aspirin from the room upstairs, I think I'd
rather stay.  I already missed all day yesterday."

I bit my tongue after saying that, but Higgs didn't even flinch.  Joey must
have told him that I had skipped school to free Sandi so I could do it without
Brad being around, and it made me wonder for a moment why Joey had intervened
at all.  Had Joey done it to get me into more trouble?  Or just the reverse?

But then I figured he must have been doing it for Brad's sake as much as mine.
Maybe he hoped I would get into more trouble while getting Brad out of it, I
didn't know.  Brad had told me time and time again that Joey acted like his old
self as long as no one mentioned me.

Talk about a rough day.  Brad remained pretty hostile towards me all day long,
and must have really worked John up since John walked up to me after third hour
and asked what my problem was in an irritated voice.  I wasn't feeling all that
great physically, for the aspirin only could do so much, and blocking the pain
with my abilities would have been risking preventing my body to warn me of
further injury if I moved a certain way or something.  Pain exists for a
reason, and in this case I was just going to have to suffer through it.

Anyway, when John walked up to me with an attitude, I told him to fuck off if
he really thought I had done it just to hurt Brad.  At least Eric was still on
my side, for I didn't seem to have many friends left that day.

But even Eric was a little ticked off when I didn't let him drive home.  He
couldn't understand why I wanted to drive after I told him about every pain I
felt in detail.  I guess the truth of the matter was I didn't want people to
see me letting a 15 year old drive me home after I had been beaten up by Brad.
It was stupid, I know.  But I was worried about what was left of my image, and
I couldn't take the risk of appearing like a wimp by letting him drive me home.

I really should have let Eric drive too.  Not because I was in such physical
pain that I wasn't safe behind the wheel, but because of my stupid male pride
had been bruised making it ultra sensitive to further hits.

You see, Joey and Eric live in the same part of town.  They weren't neighbors
or anything like that, just both had to take pretty much the same route to and
from school.  It was a nice day outside, so we had the windows down and the
sunroof popped open, and while sitting at a light, Joey pulled up next to us
with his top down.

Joey slowly turned his head towards us as if he wasn't aware of us until he was
looking directly at us, then from behind the reflective sunglasses which were
like two silver mirrors, he calmly greeted us with a "Hey."

Like two idiots, Eric and I both responded at the same time with another,
"hey," then I couldn't help feel my troubles deepen from how cool Joey looked
sitting in his Mustang with those damn glasses on.

I was so unsettled by this that I almost didn't hear him say, "Wanna race?"

"Race?" I said.

"Yeah.. You know..  Light turns green, we floor it, the first person that makes
it to the end of the strip wins."

"I don't think..." Eric began.

"Yeah, all right," I said, feeling my heart begin to pound, then reved my
baby's engine and enjoyed it's powerful roar.

"Next light, then," he said, neither of us having noticed the light had already
turned green until then.

Keeping up with the cool image he was portraying, Joey didn't take off like I
expected him to, and so I felt like the fool after I floored it and my car
leapt out ahead of him like that.

"Just to be safe, maybe you should clear the roads ahead," Joey yelled across
once he had smoothly caught up with us.  "We don't want any accidents."

"I was just thinking of that myself," I yelled back, wondering if he knew that
was a lie.

I quickly blanketed the area ahead of us, then we both pulled to a cautious
stop, the light just turning yellow.

We sat there revving engines a moment, then just as I noticed a couple of cars
crossing the road up ahead, Joey said, "Hey!  I thought..."

"I did! I did!" I said, scanning ahead to find out what was wrong.

"Tim, I don't think," Eric began.

"This isn't going to be so easy, Joey.  I'd have to blanket the whole county to
keep people away.  As soon as I redirect the people who are heading this way,
some more show up.  Maybe Eric's right.  Maybe we shouldn't."

"You forfeiting?" Joey asked dauntingly.

"I can't drive and blanket that large of an area at the same time, you know
that!"

"You losing your touch?" he outright sneered.  "I bet I could."

"Ha!  You think for one moment I'd..." I said just as an idea occurred to me.
"All right, smart ass.  Let's make this a little more interesting.  We race,
but we don't stop at the end of the strip.  You link with me, you blanket your
side of the road, and I blanket my side.  Who ever reaches Sparrow Street first
wins, but only if they were blanketing the whole time.  You think you can
handle that?  Or are you too rusty?"

"Come on, guys.." Eric moaned.  "This is really stup.."

"Even if I am rusty, I can still out race AND out think you..  Ready?" he
snarled.

"Do it!" I snarled back.

The link formed, and then we waited for the light to change.

At the same instant, we both floored it, and I grinned victoriously as my
Formula leapt ahead of him.

But while I shifted, Joey caught up and actually got slightly ahead, but then
moments later he fell back when he shifted gears himself.

The strain of constantly blanketing the area ahead wasn't something I could
ignore.  It was hard work, and normally I would have quit, but I knew if I was
having difficulty, then Joey _really_ was.

I was winning.. Every time I shifted Joey regained some ground, but then lost
it and a little more during his own shifts.  I could feel how hard he was
struggling to keep up with me in both vehicle speed and blanketing speed, and
because I was certain I would win, I let it go when he slipped up on the
blanketing a few times, especially since he caught the people on the next go.

Just as we had the finish line in our sights, I only felt a momentary surge of
confusion from Joey before suddenly finding my feet slamming on the brakes
under his control.  The shock of this almost made me lose control of the car,
and if Joey hadn't purposely gone off the road and into the grass, I would have
surely hit him as we spun a quarter of the way around.

I was just getting over the shock of it all when I saw this station wagon going
down Sparrow Road, coming from Joey's side of the road.  One of us if not both
would have surely hit it if he hadn't stopped us, but I was far too angry to be
thankful.

"You Fucker!" I choked as the pain from the seatbelt's pressure against my ribs
began to subside.  "You fucking ass hole!"

"Eric, you all right?" Joey said rushing up to our car.

"I think so," Eric said, his face starting to regain some of its color.  "I bit
my tongue and..  Tim?  What's wrong?"

"Fuck, it hurts!" I moaned, my face twisted up from the slowly subsiding pain.
"If you couldn't keep up with the blanketing, why the fuck did you wait so
long?  You should have tried to and warn me before seizing control of my
fucking legs like that!"

"You shit head!  Don't you think I would have if that's what happened?  I
blanketed that car three times before realizing it wasn't going to stop or turn
off!  I even tried to command them to stop directly, but it didn't work.  By
then there wasn't time to warn you.  It wasn't my fault, and nobody got hurt."

"I beg to differ," I moaned as Eric undid my seat belt for me.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Eric said, trying to sound calm.

"No.. I'll be all right in a minute."

"I'm going to drive now," Eric said firmly.

"No you're not.  We still have to finish the race."

"What?" Eric yipped.

"You're nuts if you think I'm going to go through that again," Joey said.

"Are you forfeiting?" I dared him.

"Fuck you, Tim.  You know how hard that was on me.  And my head is pounding
from making you stop."

"Look," I said, indicating the road ahead.  "We start just past Sparrow road,
and we make the finish line right were the new pavement ends beyond the train
tracks.  There's no intersections to worry about, and I'll see anyone coming
down the road in plenty of time to take any evasive action if we have to.
Nothing can go wrong."

Joey looked at me for a moment, then turned and hurried back to his car.  I
knew I could have claimed victory, but I wanted an undisputed one and figured
that even if I didn't get a good start, I was pretty sure I could still win
since he had to shift at least three times before reaching the end.

Eric said he wanted no part of it and got out of the car.  For a moment I was
reconsidering my decision, but as soon as Joey pulled up next to me with his
shades on, I shook it off and said, "Ready?"

"On the count of three," he said.

We counted down and sped off with both our tires screeching a bit, and while
Joey had had a better start than the first time, I was still ahead by just a
tad.

The stretch of road we were to race was a good mile or more in length, and we
both were watching each other more than the road ahead.  No cars came into
sight, but as we got closer to the finishing line, something else did.

I noticed the crossing lights were flashing just when the train blew its horn,
and it only took a moment for it all to sink in.

I looked over at Joey, and he looked back at me with the same look of fear as I
felt, but then his eyes squinted and a look of determination came across his
face, and I knew he wasn't going to quit, and neither was I.

The train was blowing its horn in long and desperate wails, my heart was
pounding greater than I had ever felt it before, and all the while keeping my
foot flat on the floorboard as we approached the train tracks of our destiny.

My fear began to get the best of me, however, and I suddenly realized the train
would reach the crossing just as we would.  In a fit of nerves, I slammed on my
brakes, then sat there stiffly in horror as Joey's mustang shot ahead.  The
train...  and Joey...  speeding to intersect each other as I skid with such a
screech that it hurt my ears.

I wasn't even paying attention to the fact that I was starting to skid sideways
and might possibly flip, my eyes glued to Joey's tail lights as he put himself
into the path of the speeding train, then closed my eyes not wanting to see the
collision that never came.

My car came to a stop on only two tires, then jerked my senses right out from
underneath me when it slammed down on the other two and bounced roughly up and
down.  I sat there shaking all over as the train continued to speed past me,
knowing if I hadn't stopped, one of us would have been dead, if not both.

It wasn't until the train had finished rushing past that I moved a single
muscle, but then I was a blur of motion when I saw Joey sitting there at the
finish line waiting to rub it in.

Again I floored it, not really needing too, but the adrenaline pumping through
my veins commanded it and I obeyed.  The look on his face as I approached
didn't help matters any, for he had won, I had lost, and nothing I could say
would alter his incredible victory.

After cussing us both out and telling us we were stupid fools, Eric drove me
home not speaking a word until we got there, and then helped me get out and
took me inside very carefully.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I said for the hundredth time.

"You want to lie down in your room?  Or in here?" he said sternly as we entered
the living room.

"In the bath," I said softly.  "Could you go grab the aspirin from the kitchen
medicine cabinet for me?  I think can make it from here okay."

"Okay," he said with a sigh and let me go.

Actually, I don't know why he had insisted on helping me walk.  Getting out of
the car had been really hard because of my ribs, but there wasn't anything
wrong with my legs.  He must have just been trying to mother me a little bit.

When he rejoined me in the bathroom, he found me struggling to take off my
shirt without lifting my arms over my head.  Eric immediately told me to stop,
then popped the aspirin in my mouth and held the cup to my lips before helping
me strip.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when he followed suit, and I was grateful for
his help in getting me in the bathtub/pool since I couldn't really use my arms
to lower myself down without making my ribs scream out their displeasure.

Eric spent the rest of the afternoon mothering me, but went home in a limo
around six after tucking me in bed and giving me a loving wet kiss.  I knew I
had scared him pretty bad, and because of my aches and other troubles that
week, I couldn't make it up to him until that weekend.

The intense homosexual sex Joey and I had had together allowed me to perform
virtually any homosexual sex with Eric without it disturbing me.  I had
convinced myself that because I loved Eric, I wanted to do these things with
him to prove my love to not just him, but to myself as well.  Yet I had never
truly desired to do these things, and never believed I ever would.

But that Saturday morning when I woke up alone in bed, I found myself thinking
about sucking Eric off while fondling my cock under the sheets.  Okay, so
perhaps I had wanted to do some things, like sucking his or Joey's cock at
times, but I had never day dreamed about doing it until then.  The idea of
waking Eric up by blowing him in his bed turned me on a lot, and in minutes I
was getting in my car and taking off for Eric's house.

I was glad to find Eric's dad outside getting the paper in his robe and
slippers, then after saying hi and telling him I wanted to surprise Eric, I
followed him in and then went straight to Eric's bedroom.

He looked so beautiful to me.  I didn't understand why I found his body so
pleasing and arousing to me, especially when I realized I couldn't even see his
face.  I knew it was Eric, but it could have been any 15 year old boy laying
there with his back towards me, and I wondered again if I was turning gay from
the sudden urge I had to lick the soft lump hiding under the shorts he had worn
to bed.

I was about to step forward and act on my impulse, but "Spanky's" hand suddenly
rested upon my shoulder, and I was very startled to find him standing next to
me enjoying the same view I had been.

"I love the way he looks when he sleeps, don't you?" he asked me.  "I've
watched him since he was a baby, and I still can't get enough of him like
that."

"Yeah," I admitted, trying to keep my voice from revealing the shock I had just
received.  "He looks so.."

"Peaceful," he finished for me, giving me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder
before he let it drop to his side and left, closing the door quietly behind
him.

I stood there a few moments more as my cheeks turned red, having discovered
Eric's dad had pretty much known what I had come for after seeing it in my
eyes.

But once I shook off my embarrassment, I stripped and then used Eric's own
muscles to remove his shorts before getting on all fours and got ready to give
him head.

It had been a long time since I had felt that excited and nervous about
something like that, and when I paused to enjoy those sensations a moment or
two longer, I was delighted to find my breath stimulating his cock into
hardening as he slept.

I purposely breathed on it to make it grow faster, and once I saw it was as
hard as it was going to get that way, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his
semi erect prick.

Eric stirred in his sleep, but did not waken as his cock grew even bigger
inside my salivating mouth, so I just slowly and gently began to suck on it as
it continued to lengthen and expand.

It became too large to fit in my mouth without gagging me, and once it had
reached its full hardness without Eric waking up, I slowly began moving
forwards then back, cautiously pushing his cock deeper into the back of my
mouth with each stroke.  I felt it throb when I finally had reached the point
where I swallowed it into my throat, and I wasn't aware of when he finally did
wake up.  Eric just suddenly took hold of my head with his hands and held it
there as he shot his first load of many for the day down my throat with a
desperate gasp.

When he released his hold on my head and relaxed, I pulled back enough so I
could breathe again, but kept his softening cock in my mouth as I filled my
lungs with the air tainted with his crotch's sweet sexy scent.  I spent several
minutes on making sure his genitals were thoroughly wet and clean, then licked
my way up to his chest before having to stop and stare into the love filled
eyes looking back at me.

I couldn't help myself when my eyes noticed the sweat clinging to the fuzz of
his teen mustache, and after I had licked across his upper lip, the love in his
eyes was quickly changing to lust like mine already had.  I ground my hard dick
into his as I laid down on top of him, then humped him slowly as we took turns
sucking the saliva out of the other's mouth.

Eric laid there on the bed for nearly two hours as I worshipped his body in
every way I could.  The only sounds out of our mouths were the gasps we
couldn't hold back, but after sensing his mom and dad watching us through the
crack of the door, I gave up on being quiet and ran my tongue over Eric's
exposed and puckered ass.

I fucked his ass hard, barely preventing myself from cumming when Eric
whimpered from his dry orgasm, his balls having completely emptied their
contents three orgasms ago.  Despite the fact that he was currently running on
empty, I still had no trouble getting it hard enough for me to sit on it, and I
think that's when Eric gave out his loudest groan.  But to my chagrin, our
audience had gotten so caught up in our sex that they were fucking out in the
hall, oblivious to the fact they were performing to another audience of their
own.

Finding Karen's thoughts centered around imagining her boyfriend's cock in her
ass like her father's was in her mother's pushed me over the edge.  Eric was so
far gone that he didn't react to my spunk hitting his chest and neck until I
was nearly finished, and then all he could do is open his mouth wide and wait
to see if anything fell inside.

I laid there on top of him for a long time, enjoying the feel of my cum
sandwiched between our sweaty and young bodies, never letting up on my licks
and kisses to his face and neck until he was deep asleep again.

I left him as I had found him, having again used his own muscles to put his
shorts on as he slept.  I hoped he would wake up and wonder if it had only been
a dream, but knew he would be certain it hadn't when he recognized the smell of
sex that his room was filled with when I left.

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The first 12 chapters of this story are available at:
http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/
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