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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
PLEASE NOTE - CHANGE OF POSTING FORMAT:
After receiving numerous email messages requesting a complete copy of
this story, I decided to rethink my posting strategy.
My original format attempted to separate the sections containing male
bisexual activity from the heterosexual parts.
My concern was: those who found the bi and homosexual sex distasteful
would stop reading at the first sign of it, which in this case was at
the very beginning. So I broke the story up and labeled each part with
the common abbreviations in an attempt to show this story for the most
part was heterosexual in nature. I hoped this would motivate those
people to simply skip over what they didn't like and continue reading
my work.
In other words, I didn't want to scare anyone off.
However, due to the large number of servers dropping parts of this
story, I will no longer post each individual part separately. To
address my concerns as described above, each post will contain
a listing of its parts, along with the abbreviations I previously
included in the subject header. I hope this will eliviate both
problems, and I look forward to hearing from you.
- Rass Senip
August 3rd, 1997
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>This posting contains:
Chapter I: 8th Grade, Spring 1985
part 1 - The Beginning (mc, mm-masturbation)
part 2 - Controling One's Power (mc, m-solo (sort of))
>The next posting contains:
Chapter II: 9th Grade, Fall 1985
Part 1 - Love, Life, and the Power (mc, mf-TP-Mast, mfm-TP-Mast)
Part 2 - The Rules of the Game (mc, implied mm oral)
(TP-Mast = Telepathic sharing while masterbating)
>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list
of all Chapters released so far.
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Chapter I: 8th Grade, Spring 1985
Part 1 - The Beginning
(mc, mm-masturbation)
My mother recruited my father into her household due to the fact my
mother's gift had been much stronger than my father's. Several months
later, another man, whose power was stronger than my mother's, took both
my father and mother back to the headquarters of an organization of
telepaths. My father had been a member, but that actually hadn't been
the reason my mother had been busted. She had been tampering with the
local government, and that was a no-no.
The organization handed my mother over to my father to be his own slave, and
it was during that time my mother became pregnant with me. But before
anyone realized my conception, the organization had a change of heart and
made
my father release her.
Since the organization was against meddling in the affairs of others
with the gift unless they attracted undo attention, they simply made her
believe that using the gift on others, especially others with the gift,
was morally wrong, and was not to be used unless her life was in danger.
They released her, expecting her to probably slip into a deep depression
and later kill herself over the mixture of loosing the gift and the
personal moral sins she had committed. They never knew about me, and
they never checked up on us later.
Fortunately, my mother replaced the loss of the gift with something..
me. And as far as the "sins" she had committed, as all good Christians
do, she confessed and went on with her life. These two things allowed
my mother to cope and go back to a more or less normal life.
My mother had obtained enough wealth that she wouldn't have had to work
for the rest of her life. But to have kept anything more than what she
needed to live on was morally wrong to her. She did keep some, but she
later repaid a more than compensating amount. She had been a successful
business woman before her gift surfaced, and with the help of several
old business associates, she was able to support the two of us fairly
well.
I was born with the gift switched on. As a matter of fact, I
learned how to talk to peoples minds before I leaned how to talk with my
mouth. Whenever I was hungry, didn't feel good, soiled my diaper, or
any of the other reasons that a baby cries about, the people who were
near me knew exactly what was wrong. In fact, the only time I cried was
when I didn't have a real reason for crying but did it anyway. The
people around me would generally get very upset then, anyone except my
mother that is. She shielded herself from what she called my "emotional
noise". She hadn't lost her gift, just couldn't use it on
anyone.
When I was starting to learn how to talk, I also learned how to transmit
my thoughts to others. I have heard so many stories about how I had
caused so and so to poop in their pants from my mental gibberish, or how
many people my mother had to use her gift on to unscramble their minds.
It was a very hard time for my mother. She couldn't allow innocent
people to become vegetables because her son was just learning how to
"talk". She went to confessionals everyday during my early years. I
can't imagine how the Fathers she confessed to took her daily accounts
of mental sin, but they never said a word to anyone.
Once I reached four or five, I was disciplined enough not to use my
gift. In fact I forgot about it for several years. Well, I say forgot
about it, but it was more like I grew out of it. I believed it was just
one of those things that I had believed in when I was little, like my
invisible friend. It wasn't until I was in eighth grade that I
accidentally rediscovered it....
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"Mr. Brandton! Pay attention!" Mrs. Patterson bellowed.
As my overweight English teacher finally lifted her accusing gaze from
my face, I let the air out that I had been holding. I had been day
dreaming about Suzi Aster again. I had tried to appear as if I was
listening to what the old battle boat was saying, but my mind had
switched off while my dick had turned on. Now I was sporting a hardon,
and the bell was about to ring.
"Shit," I breathed. I tried to imagine old blubber butt naked, and that
shrunk it real fast. I noticed Joey Connor glancing over to me, and he
smiled a knowing look.
Joey and I were pretty close. We had been good friends since first
grade, and we lived on the same street. A couple of months ago, he
invited me over to his house and shared his stash of pornos with me.
Last week we started jerking off together, but our hands stayed on our
own property. I definitely wanted girls, but some part of me wanted to
mess around with Joey too.
The bell finally rung, and I noticed Joey staying seated while Suzi got
up and walked across the classroom. We both watched her ass while it
went through the door. I looked back at Joey while he got up,
skillfully hiding the boner he had, and we walked out together.
"Who was it this time?" Joey asked while ogling Shannon Trist's well
developed bust as she stood talking to her locker neighbor.
"Ms Ass_ter, who else." I replied.
"Heh, thought so. I was too. I think John and Brad must have been too,
cause they both jumped when Patterson caught ya. Shit, so did I. And I
noticed they were looken' at her with _that_ look."
"What look?"
"This look." He was staring directly at Suzi's ass again while she was
getting things out of her locker. Joey looked like he was trying to
will it to do something sexy. Like getting naked or something.
"You mean this look," I said as I gazed at her butt while imagining my
hands touching, then squeezing her two cheeks.
Right then, Suzi jumped, turned around with her hand out to strike, and
found no one to hit. Her eyes met mine, and I felt wave of...
familiarity pass between us. I quickly broke eye contact, and I hurried
through the lunch room doors.
"Man, what was that all about?" Joey asked once we were in line for
food.
"I don't know," I responded. "I was imagining touchin' her bottom, and
then it was like I was. It was weird."
"Wow. Maybe your like psychic or something. Hey, tell me what I am
thinking right now."
"Your thinking about getting YOUR hands on Suzi's ass," I automatically
said.
"Holy Shit!" Joey said with his eyes wide open.
"What? There wasn't anything magical about that!" I grinned at my
friend. "I know you too well, you bonerhead."
"Heh... Yeah I guess so," Joey replied. But I could tell he wasn't
really convinced completely. And at that point I wasn't so sure myself.
After getting our slop, we went to our table and sat down with John,
Brad, and Lex. As usual, we talked about girls and last night's ball
game, with Joey being a little quieter than usual.
As we were about to get up and go wait for the bell, Joey blurted out I
had felt Suzi's ass.
"I did not!" I said when the other three looked at me. "I imagined it,
and it just so happened she turned around like she was going to hit
someone. But I never laid a finger on her, and she was ten feet away
from me!"
"OKAY, okay, but what about that look you two gave each other? It
looked... intense. I tell you guys, he's psychic."
Getting a little tired of the conversation, I just shrugged my
shoulders, and joined the other three as they had lost interest and were
dumping their trash.
While Joey was checking out Suzi again while dumping his trash, John
mentioned that he had been thinking about Suzi in a bathing suit during
English class when I had gotten busted. That got both Brad's and my
attention. We both said "You too?" at the same time. Then all three of
us were looking at each other with surprise when Joey walked up and saw
our faces.
"What?" Joey asked.
John looked at me, then at Joey. To Joey he asked "What were you
thinking of when Tim got busted by Mrs. Patterson? What was it
exactly?"
Joey had a confused look on his face, but then he grinned, leaned up
against the wall and stared out across the lunch room at Suzi's back.
He said in a sports commentator's voice, "Ms Suzi Ashton, in a blue
bikini, stretching her arms so her tits standout. She gets up, bends
over, and, oh! look at that! Her bikini bottom string breaks, and the
crowd goes wild over her full moon.."
The bell rang just at that moment, and Joey never saw the shock on our
faces. He had just described in a slightly different style what
apparently all four of us had been thinking of at the same time in
class. The thing that Brad and John didn't know was that particular
fantasy was my latest jerking off fantasy, and I was sure that I had
somehow shared it with them.
Brad and John were both looking at me, apparently remembering Joey's
psychic remark earlier. I said, "Not a word of this to Joey. You got
that? I don't want him going off again.. Like the time he thought John
had made it with Lori Johnson. There has to be a explanation for all
this."
John quickly agreed, and while Brad and I headed for gym class, Brad
agreed also after I reminded him I had kept his secret about his crush
on Joey's mom. We switched to talking about normal things, mostly
baseball.
After an awesome game of basketball in gym, the coach announced that we
all stank and we had to take one of those mandatory showers today.
Practically everyone groaned, but knew the faster we got in, the faster
we got out. I actually didn't have a problem with taking a shower with
everyone else. I knew I was a little more mature than everyone else
and I got a kick out of everyone checking me out. With everyone
watching me, I don't really have to worry about getting a hardon.
But this time, things happened a little differently than in the past.
I was doing the basics, getting enough soap on everything so I would
smell clean, without doing any real scrubbing. Then all of a sudden I
feel my dick rising straight up. But when I looked down, I saw it was
only then starting to get a little hard. I look around, and my eyes got
drawn to Brad who was facing the other way. His face was flushed, and I
could tell he was hiding a hardon.
Before I could stop it, my dick started rising up too. Feeling a little
embarrassed myself, I try to hide it also. But I had picked the spot
that had the least amount of cover, and pretty soon every guy in the
shower knew I has hard. After they had gone through the surprise then
amusement bit, they found that none of them could keep their own from
getting hard.
Finding myself even more turned on, I figured I would show these guys
what they had to look forward to. I started stroken my meat, making
sure everyone in there noticed. Brad by this time had managed to had
gotten himself soft, only to find himself getting hard again when he had
turned back around.
I started to imagine what it would be like if everyone in the showers
would cum at the same time. I started to stroke in earnest then,
feeling my dick go to full size to the amazement of my audience. When I
noticed everybody had started beating their meats too, I felt myself
getting close. The idea of everyone there was jerkin off with me put me
into overdrive, and within another 30 seconds, I released my load with a
groan that was amplified 22 times. I fell down from the intensity of my
orgasm. It nearly knocked me out. It took me about a minute before I
realized that everyone had done the same thing. They all were sitting
on the floor with their dicks in their hands, some of them with cum
dripping off their hand.
I got real scared right then. Something I did had made everybody share
in a mutual orgasm. And then I realized that not only everyone in the
shower, but the coach as well!
He was sitting at the entrance of the showers with his back to us like
usual. But even from here I could tell he had jerked off sitting there,
and was right now starting to regain his senses. Everyone was then
coming out of their stupor, and I heard a "Shit!" from someone when they
had realized what they had done.
No one seemed aware that I had caused it though. Everyone was real
quiet as they finished their shower as fast as they could, and the coach
had disappeared.
Actually there was one person that had put two and two together. Brad
was giving me these real weird looks, but before I could talk to him,
the bell rang and he didn't wait to talk to me.
I was getting real worried about my new found powers. I didn't seem to
have any control over them. I always prided myself on how self-
disciplined I was. But now my urges were taking over not just me, but
others as well.
I sat through my advanced math class not paying attention to a single
word Mr. Benson said. I really didn't socialize that much with anyone
in this class, and Benson was cool. He didn't pick on ya if you weren't
hanging on every word he said. As long as you did your homework and did
well on the tests, he pretty well left you alone. Math was one thing I
could always do without sweating about it. So I basically went into my
own little world to think.
I was remembering things back when I was little, how I had imagined
hearing others thinking, and talking to my mother without making a
sound. I focused on these things, trying to remember what I did. I
started to have a familiar feeling. Sorta like remembering what
something tastes like after a very long time. I kept getting bits and
pieces.
After about a half an hour, I noticed the room was a bit noisier than
normal. I brought myself out of my daze and realized that no-one but
Mr. Benson was talking. But I was "hearing" several conversations all
at once. In fact, I was hearing two voices from Mr. Benson. I realized
I had turned on another part of my power, and got real excited about
this new discovery.
I started to listen in on the others around me. Most of them were
basically following what Mr. Benson was saying. A couple of people were
daydreaming, one about Mr. Benson. I checked out the looker in the class,
Betsy Heite. Her thoughts were going back and forth between the stuff Mr.
Benson was going over, and what she wanted to wear to the party at Jimmy's
house that weekend.
I spent the rest of the class listening in on everyone's thoughts,
finding out some surprising things about a few of them, and basically
getting a kick out of it all. By the time the bell rang, I was getting
a little tired of listening to math, and had just realized that I could
hear a few people outside of this room.
All hell broke loose when I tried to go out into the hall. Too many
people. I was overwhelmed by the "noise". I struggled to get to my
last class, but ended up falling over my own feet and knocking myself
and two others to the ground.
It just so happened that one of the two unfortunate bystanders had been
Suzi. The other was a guy had never seen before. They were pretty
pissed at first, but once they realized I hadn't responded to their
insults and saw my face twisted with the agony of 200 people's thoughts
being thrown at me, they quickly lost their anger and in a few minutes I
was in the nurse's office.
Thankfully, the bell rang and everyone had gone to their last class. I
was starting to recover, and discovered that I was still hearing more
and more people, but they were not as loud. I also found out that
the nurse was about to call my mother, and was seriously considering
sending me to the hospital.
I didn't want to go to the hospital, and I didn't really want my mom
getting upset over this. I tried to say something, but it only came out
as a groan. The nurse looked over at me, and our eyes met. It happened
again. A strong feeling of familiarity, and that time I felt something
else. Something passed from me to the nurse, and the nurse suddenly
decided that I would be okay after a little rest.
After we broke eye contact, the nurse made me comfortable and told me to
just to lie there until I felt better. I could only nod and close my eyes.
I felt an ocean of minds around me. At first all of this was pretty
cool, having switched on this mental radio. But now I couldn't turn it
off. I couldn't even tell what any specific person was thinking
anymore. It all was a low roar in my mind. A part of my mind started
to ache that never had before.
I put my arm over my forehead like I sometimes do when I have a
headache. My arm partially blocked some of it out, so I put both arms up to
block the incoming noise. I felt much better then, and the ache started
to fade. I laid there for about ten minutes, then the nurse came over
to me to see if I was feeling better.
I was able to speak a few words to her to let her know I was better,
then the nurse got up and closed the blinds. The afternoon sun
had made its way to the window and was starting to heat up the room.
The blinds gave me an idea. I imagined closing some blinds between me
and all those minds. It instantly shut them out. Relief washed over
me, and I must have sighed or something because the nurse looked over at
me and asked me if I was okay. I gave her the standard sorta better
line. I didn't really feel like going to class now.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the bell was
ringing and the hall outside the door got noisy. I got up, told the
nurse I was okay. She said she wanted to talk to me tomorrow morning,
but I could go home now.
I hurried to get my stuff from my locker, and barely made it to the bus.
Joey as usual had saved me a seat, and I plopped down next to him.
"What happened to you?" Joey asked. "Suzi came in late to seventh hour,
and passed me a note saying you had like passed out in the hall or
something."
"Yeah, well I didn't pass out, I just tripped and fell on her and some
dude, and, uh, his elbow got me in the balls," I lied. "I was in
serious pain, man."
"Ha! That's what you get for staring too long at her ass while walking
behind her. 'Course I would have done the same thing, but I wouldn't
have tripped!" Joey said with a grin.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have gotten to feel her butt for real, either!"
I said with a even bigger grin. That part wasn't a lie, but at the time
it happened, I hadn't really cared.
As we talked about more normal things, I started wondering what Joey was
really thinking. I imagined looking through a crack in the blinds and
peered out at Joey. At first I only got bits and pieces, but then I
imagined the crack a little wider and started to get his thoughts pretty
much whole. All of a sudden our eyes met and I found myself in two
places at once.
I could feel Joey's body like I could feel my own. He was saying
something to me about the test we would have in English, and I heard
myself respond. That was cool. I was like talking automatically
without having to concentrate about what I was talking about. And I
could see his questions before he actually asked them.
And a few questions that he didn't ask. He was dying to have another
jerk off session, and had a hardon because of it. But he couldn't ask
me because he didn't want to scare me off.
I found out that Joey wanted to do more than just jerk off with me, and
I felt inside him the same frustrations I had been feeling about wanting
to do more. I had no doubt that he was straight, but he wanted to
experiment before doing it with a girl. He had jerked off a couple of
times thinking about our jerk off sessions, and wanted to jerk me off
while I did the same to him.
We only had made eye contact for a split second, but I didn't need eye
contact to listen in on his thoughts. I sensed we were approaching our
bus stop, and figured I had peeked enough so I closed my gap in my
mental blind. We got off the bus talking about some of tonight's
homework, and I found myself with a woody that wouldn't stop.
I peeked inside his head again to make sure he was still hard, and he
was. I got his attention with a grin, which got the expected reaction.
"What?" he asked.
"You know, we both seem to have a problem today." I said.
"Huh? What are you talking about" Joey said totally confused.
"We seem to have something very large in our underpants," I said in a
hushed voice.
As his eyes flickered from my face to my crotch, then back to my face.
His mind flickered from confusion, to enlightenment, then went straight
to horny. I felt his dick jump in his pants, and started to get real
hard from the idea.
We stopped by his house to get the "reading material", then went to my
place where we wouldn't be disturbed until my mom got home around six.
As we poured over the newest addition to his collection, I could feel
his doubts and fears holding him back. We were just laying on my bed on
our stomachs looking through the Playboy. Neither one of us were
concentrating on the pictures though. We were both real horny by then,
and I saw him make a decision to get started one way or another.
"Fuck this," Joey said as rolled onto his side. Joey opened his jeans
and took his dick out of his underpants. In a few moments, I did the
same.
Our eyes were locked on the centerfold, but my mind's eye was looking in
his mind. He wanted to reach over and touch my dick so badly, but he
couldn't make himself do it.
And I wanted him to touch me more than anything else in the world at
that moment. He felt my eyes on his face, and we made eye contact
again. I felt my mind touching his in a different way, and saw his
doubts disappear as he understood I felt the same way. We both reached
out to each others meat and the moment we made physical contact, our
mental link disappeared, replaced by a more physical one.
His hand felt ten times better than my own. And his dick, while not as
developed as mine, was in itself a whole new sensation that I had never
imagined feeling that good. After a few minutes we had gotten the hang
of it, and Joey had started to thrust into my hand a bit. I felt his
lust overwhelming him and I started to concentrate on pleasing him. I
had him stop stroking me, and had him roll over with his back to me. I
pushed our underwear and pants down to our knees, then took his
dick in my hand again and started to pound his meat as if I was pounding
my own.
When I pressed my dick up against his bare back side, and we both gasped
at the same time. I hadn't thought of this when I had pulled our pants
down like that. I had done it to get them out of the way.
I could feel he was getting close, and while he was thrusting his dick
forward into my hand, he also was getting me close when his butt came
back against my dick. We were both breathing hard, and I was inhaling
his clean shampooy scent from the back of his head. All of a sudden, he
lurched forward as he started to cream, and my dick flopped straight out
and slipped between his legs when he went back a moment later. The
intense feeling of his thighs around my dick sent me over the edge, and
I humped him with more energy than I thought I had. I sent five huge
streams across the room, while Joey tightened his grip making the
feeling even more intense.
As we both came down off the ceiling, I felt my dick shrinking between
his legs. His dick on the other hand, had stayed hard, and my hand was
still wrapped around it as we laid there for what seemed like forever.
I gently stroked Joey's dick a few more times before letting go, then
brought my hand up to my face and examined Joey's cum before wiping it
off on one of my socks I had taken off.
Joey rolled over onto his back, his hardon finally deflating, and kept
his head turned so I couldn't see his face. I looked inside his head,
and found he was filled with a rapidly shrinking feeling of happiness,
guilt and fear growing in its place.
"Hey," I said softly as I took my hand and started rubbing his chest
through his shirt. "Joey..... I.. I.." words started to fail me when
I felt his guilt turn to grief.
I just took a hold of his jaw and turned his head to face me. As I
leaned partially over him, our eyes met again for a moment, but this
time the only thing I did was to smile to let him know I didn't hate
him.
His eyes had teared up, but now he smiled back and started to recover.
After wiping the tears away and sniffing a few times, he said softly,
"Timmy, do you think we..." He couldn't finish, but I knew what he was
saying.
"I've read that some guys do this at our age, but most of them grow out
of it and never really mess around with guys later. Its.. Its..
_normal_ Joey.."
Joey let out a whoosh of air that he had been holding in. "Good. Cause
I really do like girls, but I really wanted to do what you and I... You
know.."
Feeling the bond had grown between us, I wanted to know even more about
him, and to reveal some things about myself.
Joey was starting to pull his pants back up, and I noticed it was a bit
chilly down there for me too. But I was starting to get hard again
thinking about what I wanted to do next.
"Joey, stop," I said when he was about to snap shut his pants.
He looked at me, then saw my rising dick, smiled and said, "Man,
sometimes you're hornier than I am." Then with a serious face, "I don't
really think I want to do anything else today. I gotta... think about
this shit."
"OK, no more horny stuff, but I do need to talk to you about some other
stuff," I finally said as I got off the bed to finish my own fixing of
my pants.
"You thirsty?" I asked when I finished.
"Yeah, lets grab something, then head over to the fort," Joey replied.
"OK, but I really need to tell you some stuff without anyone around."
We grabbed some soda, and headed out to the group of trees in the nearby
woods that we called our fort.
We hardly spoke a word while we walked side by side to the fort. When
we got within site of it, I was glad to see no one else was there. I
followed him up into one of the trees that held the platform we and five
others had built last year.
We sat up there swinging our legs back and forth hanging over the edge
of the platform drinking our sodas, not saying a word. I peeked into
his thoughts and was surprised to find he was horny again, but the guilt
had returned a bit and was troubling him.
I chugged the rest of my root beer and tossed it off the platform. Then
I laid my arm across his shoulders in the buddy style kind of way, and
began with, "Do you remember me in Kindergarten?"
"Huh? Yeah, I guess" Joey replied.
"What do you remember about me?"
"Um, kinda quiet. Didn't really say much, and you didn't seem to want
to play with anyone. Why are ya asking?"
"Before I tell you, tell me one more thing. What did you think about me
back then. I mean why do you think I was like that then?"
"Uhm... I don't know.." he said frowning.
I could see he did remember, but he didn't want to say. So I said it
instead. "I was weird. Everyone always felt strange when I was around.
They like knew what I was going to say before I would say it, and vise
versa..."
Joey looked at me with his eyebrows up and said, "Yeah.. But it was
like everyone got used to it, and then it didn't happen anymore.. Then
we became good friends in first grade, and I hadn't really thought about
it since."
I sat silently while watching his mind make connections between then and
now. He sat there staring at me while I stared straight ahead.
Finally he said, "So, what.. What are you getting at? I mean, are you
like telepathic? Or an alien or something?"
I looked at him, smiled, and for the first time since I was five years
old, I spoke without using my voice. 'I'm not an alien, you bonerhead.'
Joey's jaw dropped, and for a few moments I didn't know what he was
going to do. But finally, he closed his mouth with a grin, then said,
"I was RIGHT!"
He got up, pranced around yelling "I WAS RIGHT!" and screaming his
head off. When he nearly knocked me off the platform I sent him the
message 'SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" If he had been any closer to the edge
when his legs just went out underneath him, he would have fallen butt
first to the ground himself.
My face must have been as surprised as his, but his started to show fear
when he realized he couldn't get up or say anything.
I quickly sent him another command canceling my accidental one, and
verbally asked him to come back and sit next to me again.
With a little hesitation, he did so, but I could tell he was still a
little afraid.
"Joey, you're my best friend.. Your like my brother, you know? I need
your help figuring this stuff out. I promise I will never do that to
you again. I didn't even know that would happen."
He still sat there real quite, not looking at me. I didn't peek into
his thoughts, partly because I didn't want to invade his privacy again,
and partly I was afraid what I would find. So I just grinned at him and
said, "I guess you were right.."
With that, he looked up at me and gave me a weak grin. I looked deep
into his eyes, and without realizing it I, made a connection with Joey.
I calmed his panic as it started to rise, then found myself sweeping
into Joey's mind and removing all his fears and bad feelings he had
about me. His face softened and I pulled out, feeling a little guilty
myself about it.
Now it was my turn to be disturbed while we sat there. Joey recovered
pretty quickly, and he seemed to get excited again, but sat quietly
waiting me out.
Finally, I decided I might as well tell him the rest. "Until today, I
always thought I had imagined other peoples thoughts. I remember in
kindergarten, knowing that everybody disliked being around me because of
it. I was so lonely, that I guess I started to ignore the voices, and
after a while, I didn't hear them anymore.
"But today, I was sitting in fourth hour, thinking of my favorite jerk-
off fantasy. Suzi was at the pool sunbathing in a blue string bikini.
Then she gets up, stretches, and I can see her nipples through her top
as she pushes her chest forward, making her tits look even bigger. Then
she is bending over to get the sun tan lotion out of her bag, and her
bikini bottom is stretched too far that the string breaks. Her bikini
bottom falls off without her knowing it, and I get to see her perfect
ass. Just as she was about to turn around to ask me to put the suntan
lotion on, Mrs. Patterson yelled at me."
Joey's gaze had never moved from my face, but his hand had moved to his
crotch and was pushing on his hardon through his pants. I wasn't sure
how he was going to take this, but he finally whispered "Cool.."
I felt really close the Joey right then. I reached out and gave him a
hug like I give my mother, and said "Thanks man. I really needed you to
be with me on this."
Joey returned the hug, and then I noticed his scent again like I had
when we were messing around. I felt I had to do something more,
something to let him know how much he meant to me now. So I pressed my
lips against his cheek, and kissed him there.
His body kinda went rigid for a second, but then he relaxed and said,
"Tim, I think I... Umm, I mean, I guess... Shit." He pulled us back so
we were laying on our backs, then scooted his body away from the edge so
his legs could lay flat. I followed his example, and we were laying on
our backs next to each other.
He looked at me, and I looked back at him. Without saying a word,
mentally or verbally, we turned on our sides towards each other and gave
each other another hug sorta. This time he kissed my cheek, then I
kissed his again. After four or five more kisses like that, our lips
met and we kissed for real.
I felt his hardon pushing through our clothes against mine, and then
felt his mouth open slightly. I made my move and slipped my tongue in,
seeing the surprised look on his face, then watched his eyes close as he
started to explore my mouth with his tongue.
Suddenly he became aggressive and rolled me onto my back with him on
top. His hardon pushed heavily into mine, and I was feeling really
great. He broke our kiss to get up on his hands so he could rub his
lower body against mine. We started to hump each others dick through
the clothes. I felt my third cum for the day starting to boil, and I
gasped to Joey, "I'm gettin close!.... Man this feels good!.....
Faster Joey, faster!"
His eyes opened wide as he began shootin his wad in his pants, then shut
them as he groaned. His humping changed to jerks, then he grinded to a
stop and collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating all over me.
Desperate to get off as good as last time, I was kissing, then licking
his face while taking his ass in my hands and manually getting him to
hump while I hump back. He tried to help, but was to tired to do much.
So I rolled him off me and onto his stomach, then got on top of him and
start humping his butt.
I felt myself getting close, but Joey complained it was starting to hurt
from
the wood rubbing too much.
"Joey, I'm close man, just, a, little, bit more!" I grunted out. But
then I started to loose the feeling. After cumming really hard twice
already today, I knew that I wasn't going to get off that time.
"Fuck! I give up." I said a minute later. I rolled off Joey and laid on
my back staring up into the trees.
After about ten minutes of silence, I found myself really tired of the
platform, and a little tired of Joey too. He had rolled over and had
been waiting for me to speak.
He finally couldn't wait any longer, so he asked me, "Tim, what exactly
can you do? I mean, can you read minds? Can you make things move?" He
paused, then said real soft, "Have you.. done something to me?"
I looked at him in surprise. "No!.. Well I don't think so.. I mean, I
did peek into your head earlier, but I haven't since we left my house.
And I guess I did some how made you stop being afraid of me. But I
wouldn't do anything..."
My eyes started blur with tears as I felt my guilt catch up with me. "I
gotta go.." I said as I choked up. I felt so tired, and all I wanted
was to go home in case I had to cry.
"Timmy, wait up!" as Joey followed me down the rope to the ground.
I didn't stop, but I didn't hurry up either. Joey caught up with me,
and made me tell him everything. By the time we walked into my yard, I
was feeling a little better, and Joey was getting all excited about the
possibilities.
I realized right then that I didn't want anyone else to know about this.
Joey was a pretty big blabber mouth, and I was sure he wouldn't be able
to keep this to himself.
"My mom won't be home for another half hour." I started. "Will you come
in for a while? I need to ask you something real important."
Joey looked at me funny. He had expected to go inside with me anyway.
Something in my voice told him he wouldn't like what I had to ask.
"Please?" I said. "I won't do anything you don't agree to first, okay?"
That scared him a little, but then he got a hold of himself, swallowed
hard, and whispered, "Okay."
I opened the door and led him into the living room where we sat down on
the couch. Joey looked scared, and that made it too hard for me to look
at him as I talked.
"Joey, I gotta have time to figure things out. I don't know what will
happen, but if people find out... Well, I don't want people to find
out..."
After a few moments of an uncomfortable silence, I went on.
"Do you remember when you caught Dave cheating? Remember how he had
begged you not to tell anyone? He said he had never done it before, and
he wouldn't do it again. You didn't tell anyone for a whole week, then
you accidentally let it slip to Margaret. She went right to Mrs.
Mollen, and she made you spill your guts.
"Joey, you're my bestest friend, and I had to tell you about this stuff.
But now.. I.. I.." I stuttered. He had a tear rolling down his face
as he stared at the blank TV.
"You don't trust me," he said in a even voice. "Nobody trusts me. I
can't keep a secret, and everyone knows that. I can't even keep my own
secrets." Another tear traveled down his cheek. His eyes had not moved
from the TV. He hadn't even blinked.
"Hey," I said as I forced him to look me in the face. "You are the most
honest person I know. Your conscience never let you keep a secret
because every secret you ever had was something bad. I do trust you. I
just had to make you see that telling anyone, ANYONE, would be bad.
This secret is a good secret. A secret that the only good thing to do
is to keep it."
I then said mentally to him, "I need to know, Joey. Can you keep my
secret?"
"I don't know," he said softly.
In his mind I said, "Joey, I am going to give you a choice. You
understand that I have to do this to protect myself, and you are not
scared about it."
As these suggestions sunk in, I knew they had worked. So I continued to
say in his mind, "I can either let you forget everything I have told you
today, or I can fix it so you wouldn't be able to tell anyone,
accidentally or purposely."
I let his thoughts be his own while I waited for his answer. It didn't
take long.
"Fix it so I can keep your secret, and others too, please? Please don't
make me forget. I think I would die if I forgot today."
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Well, Joey never did let another secret out. The funny thing was that I
never did a thing to him. When I went back into his mind, I found that
he had already believed he could never reveal another secret, and I knew
he was right. Okay, I did to one thing. After I left his mind, I
smiled at him and said, "Done."
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
Chapter I: 8th Grade, Spring 1985
Part 2 - Controling One's Power
(mc, m-solo (sort of))
After Joey left, I started setting the table for dinner. Mom was
bringing dinner home that night, but I sometimes cooked for us when we
felt like pancakes or spaghetti. My head was a buzz of what happened
that day so much that I didn't even hear her walk in.
I jumped a foot off the ground when she said "I hope you feel like
Chinese."
During the meal, I kept feeling her eyes on me. The dinner talk was
normal, but she seemed to sense something was different about me.
Finally, while we were cleaning up, our eyes met, and I felt that
feeling again. This time though, it was her mind that spoke to mine.
"So you found them. I had prayed you would never find your powers after
forgetting them, what, six years ago?" she said in my head.
I could only stand there with my mouth open.
Then out loud, she said, "We better have a talk. Good thing we had our
the birds and the bees talk last month. I don't think I could of
handled both at the same time.
We went over to the couch and sat down. I was feeling pretty... Well I
don't know what to call it. Embarrassed? Scared? Shy? I felt like I had
been caught jerkin off, which had never happened to me at the time.
"Before I ask what you have done so far, I suppose I should tell you
about my... life before you." She explained pretty much what I said at
the beginning of my story, except she didn't mention my father had the
power too. She then went on and explained how bad it was to change
another person, even a little bit. That God had intended for others to
be the way they were, and we shouldn't tamper with God's work.
She ended with, "It is also very bad manners to spy on other
peoples thoughts when they don't know. That is why... Why I ask your
permission before I examine yours. Is it all right if I look for myself
and see? Nothing you have done could make me angry at you, or change
the way I feel about you. You should know that."
I sat there, feeling like I have been asked to open my hand so she could
see it was red (handed). I was looking at nothing, feeling her mind all
around me, touching my cheeks, my ears, my nose, my hair. But never
entering my mind.
The only thing I could do was slowly nod my head once without looking at
her. As soon I had, I felt something warm touch my mind, then was gone
in an instant.
"Oh I am so proud of you!" she said as she wrapped her arms around me in
a tight hug.
"Hurg?!?" came from my mouth, a result of the surprise and the hug.
This was the last thing I had expected.
"When I had first discovered my powers, the first thing I did was to
enslave one of my coworkers. But you didn't harm anyone, or make anyone
do anything they shouldn't or wouldn't have. You even resisted using it
on Joey. I must say I am surprised about the boy stuff since all I ever
got from you mind was images of girls. When you were in your room, um,
doing your thing, your mind leaked very badly. That's why I knew it was
time to give you the sex talk last month.
"I feared you had made some poor little girl your love slave. Or
just messed with someone's head for the fun of it," she added.
"But.. I don't understand," I finally said. "I did make others do
things. Like.. Like in the shower and stuff."
"Did you do it on purpose?" she replied.
"No. But I guess I had wanted it," I said. I didn't want to admit
anything more.
"Timmy, you did good on your first day. Please believe me. Feeling
guilty about these things means you probably won't do them again. You
know what is right, and what is wrong. Don't let yourself be tempted to
do evil like I had.
"God gave you this gift. Once you learn how to control these powers,
you should use them only when your heart tells you it is OK, and when
your mind agrees. Don't use them to control others, but to help others
if they ask for it. Everyone has the right to be themselves. You may
even find someone who will want you to alter them. But never alter them
if they do not wish it."
We talked on through the night. I actually learned a great deal from
her. She showed me how to shield my thoughts from others. How to
control my own body, and to some extent hers as well. I saw through her
eyes, listened through her ears, and even once spoke through her mouth.
Everything she showed me I understood instantly, and wanted to learn
more and more. Finally she called a halt to it. It was after midnight
on a school night.
While she drove me to school the next morning, she made me swear I
wouldn't use them while I was there. If I behaved, she would show me
more after school once I had proven it to her by letting her peek into
my mind. Then after we spent the weekend going over everything, she
promised she wouldn't ask to peak into my thoughts unless I was
obviously screwing up other people.
It was a good thing she made me promise too. I wanted so badly to show
off some of my new "tricks". My resolve lasted until Mrs. Patterson's
class, then I could not resist myself.
Mrs. Patterson had just finished telling us how disappointed she was in
our latest paper, and we would have to rewrite it, and add to it. No
one was particularly happy with this. The thought just jumped into my
head and instantly I issued the command. Just as Mrs. Patterson was
sitting down, she let out the longest and noisiest fart any of us had
ever heard. As the entire classroom rolled with laughter, Mrs.
Patterson's face turned red. And when she shifted in her chair to try
and regain order, I couldn't help myself as I made her make little baby
farts every time she moved. By this time, several people had fallen out
of their seats and were rolling on the floor, including me.
Then I noticed that Mrs. Patterson was not finding this amusing, nor
even distasteful. She was virtually near to tears. I felt the pain she
was feeling, and decided that I had to fix that. I made her realize the
amusing side of the situation. I guess I shared a little bit of my
immaturity with her.
As I felt the image repeat in her head several times, the pain grew
less, and just as most of the class had lost the ability to laugh
anymore, Mrs. Patterson exploded in laughter. And when I say exploded,
I mean, it was like a bomb went off. I saw a new side of Mrs. Patterson
that day. And it was beauty-ful.
Her scraggly face became one large smile that forced her teary eyes to
squeeze shut. Her tubby body shook like jello as her booming laughter
echoed around the room. She laughed so loud the windows shook, and even
rocked herself so hard in her chair that she fell backwards. That only
renewed the classroom laughter, and several people were choking on their
own joy while Mrs. Patterson rolled around the floor laughing.
As everyone finally ran out of energy and breath and the people who had
come to investigate the ruckus had left, we all just sat there smiling
at Mrs. Patterson as she did the same to us. No one spoke for several
minutes, partially because we couldn't.
Finally, Mrs. Patterson said as the bell rang, "Perhaps those papers
weren't so bad after all," and we all understood the implied message.
Joey gave me a questioning look as we walked out the classroom. All
I did was smile and shrug.
As we walked to the lunch room, I gave Joey a quick run down about what
happened after he left the last evening. When we approached our table,
John, Brad, and Lex stopped their talking and watched me approach. I
felt a chill run down my spine from the weird vibes I was getting from
them. I wasn't peaking at their thoughts or anything either. They
definitely had a problem with me.
"Uhmm, what up guys?" I said as I set my tray down. Joey wasn't really
sure what to do, but followed my example and put his tray down. He kept
his mouth shut too, which before yesterday would have been impossible.
John glanced at Brad, then said, "Seems like there were a lot of things
'up' yesterday."
"Urr? Look, what's going on?" I said, playing dumb. Joey had sat down,
but I was still standing. I wanted to check out their thoughts, but
somehow I felt that it would be the wrong thing to do. Beside, I had
made a deal with my mother.
"What, can't you just read our minds?" Brad said. Then he turned to
Joey and said, "How about it Joey. You were trying to tell us about our
friend here, the psychic. I figured we wouldn't be able to shut you up
for a week about it."
"Fuck You," Joey replied. "We spent the whole day after school
yesterday trying to send each other a telepathic message. All I got was
a headache."
"Well, you asked for it," I said, trying to follow his lead. "You
wouldn't leave me alone about it until we tried it. I guess it was
kinda fun, even if it was a complete waste of time." Then I sat down.
"You dork!" Lex said as he backhanded John on the upper arm. "You had me
almost believing you."
John and Brad just looked at each other, then Brad said, "But we had the
same fantasy about Suzi! At the same time! All four of us!"
"We did? I mean, yeah, I was thinking about Suzi. But I'm always
thinking about Suzi in that class. She sits two chairs in front of me."
I said.
"You can't tell me that you weren't imagining Suzi in her bikini and
that you didn't imagine her bottom string breaking so you could look at
her ass." Brad said.
"Hey, that was my fantasy!" Joey interrupted. "I told you that one
yesterday! But I didn't tell you the best part," he said with a grin.
"What?" Lex said, taking the bait. He had perked up at the possible
change in the topic.
"She had a tattoo of a heart that said 'Joey'. She was at the beach
with me, and she was, like, my girl.." Joey paused as he was
blushing. But then he said, "Well, it was just a fantasy." For a moment I
wondered if I had been accidentally getting some of his fantasies
instead of the other way around.
John then said "That's not what mine was like. OK, I give up."
Brad stayed quite then. I guessed he was either feeling unsure about it
all, or maybe realized he would have to have something more to back up
his claims. I didn't dare try and peek at his thoughts. I might give
myself away accidentally.
We finished lunch with the regular chit chat, with Brad not joining in
too much. As we were leaving the cafeteria, he tagged behind me for a
minute, then caught up with me.
"So, what do you think happened yesterday in the showers?" Brad finally
asked.
I looked at him a sec, then said, "I think... I think there were a lot
of horny studs that just had to spank their monkeys at the same time.
Shit, I don't know." After a moment of silence, I faked a little anger
and said, "OK, I might have started it by doing it to myself, but I
can't make anybody else do it! I am sick of this shit. First Joey, now
you! If I can read minds and make people do things, why the fuck am I
here! I would be fucken my brains out with every fucken girl in this
fucken school. So FUCK OFF!"
And with that, I left a stunned Brad at the door to our health class.
After a moment, he came in and sat down next to me. I avoided looking
at him, and played it cool with him for the rest of the class.
Just as we were leaving, Brad pulled me aside and apologized. I
apologized too for telling him to fuck off, then we split up to go to
our next class.
By the end of the day, I was ready to burst in anticipation. I raced
home, leaving Joey far behind. Of course I knew I another 2 1/2 hours
to wait before my mother got home, but I wanted to try out a few things
on myself.
If there was one thing I really enjoyed, it was taking a good piss. It
took me about a half an hour to drink the entire 2 liter bottle of cola.
I had done this once before, but I had only got half of the bottle down.
But this time, I experimented with what my mom had shown me the night
before and figured out how to fool my body into thinking it was still
thirsty. I had a few problems keeping myself from getting sick, but I
managed to keep it down. By the time I swallowed the last drop, I
already needed to go.
I managed to rise off the couch and wobble to the bathroom. I was
pretty uncomfortable. But it was also kinda cool as I could let out a
really long burp every minute or so. But a couple of times I nearly let
out more than just air, so I spaced them out a little bit.
"Bbbbbbbbrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppp!" I said after getting
my pants and underwear off. I sat down on the commode, then started to
open the flood gates.
As I started to piss the almost clear liquid, I started concentrating
on slowing the rate down. I wanted to take a real long piss, without
any pauses.
I was trying to find the right set of... commands, I guess that how I
thought of them back then. At that time I didn't know anything about
the symbols, and certainly couldn't 'see' them. But, as with everyone
with the gift, my mind was able to send these 'commands' that mixed with
the other neurological elements of a nervous system and alters the
processes within.
This experiment on myself sparked my interest in finding how it all
worked. It marks the beginning of what has become my life's work. I
really don't attempt to figure it out for a couple of years from this
point in time, but the question of how I could do these things was
always in the back of my mind.
Anyway, I was having to physically hold it back when I finally got it to
work. It turned out not to be as pleasant as I suspected. After
sitting there for 20 minutes while my dick had a constant, but weak
stream coming out, my ass was starting to itch, and I was just plain
tired of pissing. So I pulled the stops out, and finished up after
another two.
Afterwards, I was feeling pretty wild from all of the caffeine and
sugar. I literally ran around the house naked until I finally dropped
onto my bed. My mind was going a mile a minute, and after another quick
pee, I wound up beatin my meat while thinking of Suzi slowly turning
around while slipping the shoulder strap of her bikini top off. Pretty
soon I was lost in my fantasy with my hand going a mile a minute on my
cock.
I slowed down when I felt that familiar feeling at the base of my cock.
I let it grow, keeping myself near the edge. The image of Suzi
revealing herself to me, then pressing her naked body against mine was
bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. When I imagined her skin touching
my dick, I suddenly felt the pleasure triple, triggering the largest
orgasm I had ever experienced up to that time.
My vision blurred with overlapping images of my surroundings. I moaned
in an entirely different pitch I had ever made before. My entire body
felt indistinct, as if it was floating between two different places. As
I thrusted my hips and my cum shot up into the air, I felt a new
sensation. I could feel a wet emptiness, clutching, squeezing inside
the base of my crotch. As my fourth stream shot out, I discovered my
hands were not only pounding my meat, but cupping my balls, fingering my
ass hole, twisting one of my nipples, and slipping inside my pussy all
at once.
The shock of my realization quickly broke whatever connection I had
made. I laid there a little scared of what had happened to me. Or more
like worrying about who else experienced it. I was laying on my bed
trying to remember any detail that might clue me on to who I had
connected with when the phone rang.
"H..Hello?" I said while trying to steady my nerves.
"Tim?" Joey's voice said. "Were you just, like, doing it?"
"Um, why?" I said, even though I was pretty sure I knew why.
"Cause a few minutes ago I did, and for a minute I could have sworn I
was in your room. And I felt something weird."
"Um, like what?" I barely said. If Joey saw my room...
"I felt like I was wanking yours, and then I felt like I was in your
room. Then just as I started to get there, I felt this warm wet feeling
down there. It was awesome. Hey, can we do this again tomorrow? It's
like we can jerk each other off without leaving home!"
"Shit," I whispered. "Joey, I don't know how I did it. I didn't even
know I was doing it until I felt my fingers go in to my..." I stopped
as I figured out who's hand that really had been.
"Oh Shit!" we both said as we both realized the same thing.
"Do you think she knows?" Joey asked. "And what about John?"
"Huh?" I squeaked. "What about John?"
"What? Didn't you know? I remember seeing John's computer and his fish
tank. His dick felt different too. It was curved different or
something."
"I don't remember anything like that. What else do you remember?"
"I, um, well... I remember touching my hole... I don't think it was
me... And I saw a playboy centerfold. I think it was Miss May... I
don't remember anything else except your room, and feeling wet... Wow.
That's what a girl's pussy feels like.... Wow."
"Fuck. What am I gonna do? If I can't jerk off at least once a day,
I'll like die or something. But if others found out, especially like
that..."
"Well? Couldn't you tell them to be quiet? Like when you made me sit
down?"
"Joey..... I can't do that. It would be wrong. Besides, my mom would
kill me."
"Okay. I don't know what else you could do. Maybe your mom will
know... Awe, man... She knows I jerked you off, doesn't she. Shit.
She isn't gonna tell my mom or anything is she?"
"Umm, no. Hey Joey? I gotta go pee. I'll call you back later, K?
"All right. Hey, you want me to call John to find out what he knows?"
"NO!" I almost screamed. "Don't breath a word to him about it! You
know we just got them off my back about that kind of stuff. I gotta go
real bad. Bye"
"Oka.." click.
I leapt to the bathroom, and just as I started to take another massive
leak, the phone rings again.
I managed to stop the flow, with my bladder complaining about the
uncomfortable pressure. I got to the phone on the fifth ring and picked
it up just as the fear it might be John sprang up in my mind.
"Hello?" I said.
"Timmy? Hi, this is Suzi"
"Oh Shit," I breathed. "Uhm, hey Suzi. What's .. up?"
"Hah, um, nothing much. I was just thinking about 4th hour, and I ....
remembered your accident the other day. You're okay, right?"
"Yeah. I'm okay now. I just had a bad headache got real dizzy. My mom
thought it was from not eating enough that day or something. No big
deal."
"Good way to get out of seventh hour though. Did you see"...
Suzi and I talked for nearly two hours. After the first ten minutes, my
concerns faded away. In fact I totally forgot about everything that had
happened, even when my mom came home. Suzi and I really had a lot in
common. We really clicked. I knew what she liked, and she knew what I
liked. We finally hung up when her mother called her down to dinner.
During dinner, my mother brought up something that reminded me of what
we had planned for the evening. The rest of the evening and almost the
entire weekend she spent with me, teaching me everything she knew, which
actually was not all that much now that I look back. Most of the time
was spent telling me the harm I would be doing if I actually used these
powers on people without their consent. I took her words seriously, but
yet I didn't really commit myself to follow them.
By Sunday afternoon, I felt confident that I could control my own
powers. I also began to find that my mother's understanding of the
powers were actually quite limited. I could see short cuts on how to
accomplish things. A few times I even startled my mother when I
did something she thought no one could do. Such as when I made
a plant sitting in full sun close its flower heads as if it was night
time.
(Actually, the thing with the plant was completely different from
reading and controlling minds. Since plants don't have a brain or
nervous system, I used a different ability I had mistaken to be part of
my mind control type of powers. In any event, I didn't actually control
the plant. I just tricked it.)
Joey and I went to a movie Sunday evening, and nothing special happened.
I had talked to Joey on the phone twice since Friday, and also had
talked to Suzi for about four hours Saturday night. I didn't know it
then, but I was starting to fall in love.
On Monday, if John suspected anything, he didn't let on. Things went
back to normal for a while at school and at home. The only time I
really even messed with my powers was when Joey and I were horny. We
got into a routine where one of us would call the other and arrange a
time, then I would connect to him and we would jerk each other off. The
combined orgasm we shared together brought us closer than ever before.
But after a few months of this, Joey began to push me for more than
that. That brief moment where we had experienced Suzi masturbating was
constantly on his mind, and mine too. It frustrated him that I felt I
shouldn't use my abilities on others. He never really understood that
this protected him as well as everyone else from my tampering. Lucky
for him I value my friends like I do when I did start messing with other
people's minds.
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