Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 01:54:52 -0700
From: Levardis Smith <Emo-Idol@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tim, The Teenage Mystic Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: I own the rights to this story and all of its installments
exclusively. This story contains strong sexual content involving minors
and/or adults, strong and/or vulgar language, violence, and some references
to drug/alcohol use. This story is not intended for minors so if you are
underage, please do not read any further. If you, in any way, offended by
this sort of material, please do not read any further.

Tim, The Teenage Mystic

Chapter One: The Beginning

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 losing 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 people's 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 a baby cries, 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
confession every day 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...

"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 lookin' 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 you're, 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 Aster, in a blue bikini,
stretching her arms so her tits stand out. 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 strokin' 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
that 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 pored 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, let's 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 sight 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 vice
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... You're 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 quiet, 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 people's 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, and 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 ground 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 humped back. He tried to help, but was too tired to do much. So I
rolled him off me and onto his stomach, then got on top of him and started
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 lose 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 somehow 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."

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
already believed he could never reveal another secret, and I knew he was
right. Okay, I did do one thing. After I left his mind, I smiled at him and
said, "Done."