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Andrew, Chapters 9- 11
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CHAPTER 9
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Andrew and I had many "back rub" sessions at my house. I was filling up a six
hour videotape of our activities. We did other things too. You know, brotherly
things. Things an older brother would do for his younger one. The zoo or
science museum, etc.
Andrew gradually had me accepted into his family. He was a crafty little
bugger, where I was pictured as a fill-in to them when his dad was out of town
on business. His dad didn't mind either, because he was so wrapped up in his
work. Andrew's mother was a nice lady too. She had a nursing job at the local
hospital with all the stress they put nurses under. Andrew's little brother was
at the baby sitters house in the neighborhood. That left Andrew home alone
quite a bit. School hadn't started up for the year yet, and his family welcomed
someone to help keep Andrew out of trouble. Although thirteen year old kids
don't actually need a baby sitter, mothers' being mothers', feel a bit more
secure knowing their son's time is spent wisely.
I had said many times, that I was going to connect to Andrew's hearing for a
two-way path, so tonight, I was going to try. It needed to be done. For
Andrew had many friends like James Birdsong and others that I wanted to see
naked. There was the possibility that some of them would like to be taught
by Andrew what "FUCK" meant. Maybe I could get Andrew to play doctor and
patient with his friends. I know, I know, you are saying that is juvenile,
but what the hey? It's a start. We all started that way sometime in our life.
It was Friday night again, so I went out to relax. I was going to see Andrew
Saturday, to go to the science museum. So I got home early to get some rest.
I wasn't quite sure how to approach Andrew with a voice out of the air. I
could use the "Conscience" thing...no, or I could use the "Guardian Angel" bit
...no....I Know, The "Imaginary playmate" thing. Yes, that would work.
Cell helped me to disguise my voice and I was ready to try.
"Ok Cell, connect two-way hearing," I said.
"Done," said Cell.
I could hear the gentle hum of the air conditioner at Andrews house. I could
hear him breathing in that angelic pattern. I hated to wake him up.
"Andrew...Andrew...ANDREW!" I said audibly. "Wake up!"
He shot bolt upright in his bed.
"What?...What? Andrew said.
It seemed so real to him.
I had him lower his pajamas to below his knees and pull them the rest of the way
off. He was lying there in just his t-shirt.
"Andrew, I need help." I said in my fake voice.
He quickly put on his pajamas again.
"Who are you? Where are you? ................DADDY, MAMA! There's somebody in
here!" Andrew said with fear.
He was really scared. Andrew's parents came rushing in to his room to console
him. Andrew's dad had a .45 pistol. His mother took him to her breast and
soothed the hair on his head. Andrew's dad searched the house and Andrew's
mother calmed him down with the "It's just a dream".
That was awful cruel to Andrew to do this. I would have to be satisfied with
the mind control and observations. How could I get out of this. He wasn't
crazy, and I didn't want him thinking so. I resolved myself to using this
talent only in the case of an emergency.
"Don't do that again, please Andrew." I made him hear. "You are not going
crazy. You were too young to remember, but you had an imaginary playmate when
you were small. When you learned the ABC's and went to school I was put in the
back of your mind. Now I need to get out from you and go on to other worlds.
So help me, please. You have Charles now. I am not needed. Release me
Andrew.
"How?" He said.
"It is as simple as saying "GO! I do not have an imaginary playmate." I
said in the fake voice.
This was silly as shit, but I had to get out of this situation. It would have
driven him over the edge. He would have told someone that he was hearing voices
somewhere along the way and would have had more attention than he wanted, or I
wanted. Andrew did as he was told and I did not make the two-way connection
again to his hearing. They say, "live and learn."....I did.
Saturday came and I picked up Andrew at his house and took off for the science
museum. Afterwards, we stopped by the park to feed the critters and talk a
little bit about our future relationship when he started back in school. I
stressed that his schoolwork was important and not to burden himself with
his new found knowledge. I would see him from time to time on weekends. I
did not tell him that I could connect to him at any time to help him with his
schoolwork and other projects. Andrew agreed with that and promised not to
let me down. We ran out of tidbits for the animals and started to head back
home. I was a little tired and had not thought of taking on Andrew this
evening, but it was a suggestion from him, that made me change my mind. Andrew
did not want to go to his home tonight. Not being one to pry, I carefully
danced around the situation, only to find out that he felt uncomfortable at home
because his parents were not exactly getting along.
Andrew asked me if I would mind if he stayed at my house tonight. I thought
about it for a minute or two and said that I wouldn't mind. However we had to
stop at the grocery store to get a few supplies, and the video store to get a
couple of tapes we would both enjoy. Also, he had to call his mother and tell
her he was going to stay over with me. That was a must.
Andrew liked adventure stories, but we hardly had gotten into them before he
asked to see the other "FUCK" tapes I had. We both got naked to watch them.
Also, he hadn't seen the tape I had been making of our sessions together and he
wanted to see that too.
I moved the T.V. into the bed room again and put on the tape. We both climbed
into my bed naked, both with raging hard, stiff, members. I got out the hand
cream to smooth on Andrew's butt and stiff 4 In. shaft. An idea crossed my
mind. Since I have seen this tape many times, I would sit Andrew up on me,
and I would get underneath him. My member was too big for Andrew's little
hiney hole, so I had him lie back onto my chest with his butt level to my shaft.
I started the tape and gently put his buns around my shaft. I just laid it in
the deep crevasse and had him slide slightly up and down along the length of my
shaft. When he did that, the tip of my penis brushed across his little anus. I
reached around his abdomen and took his shining little member in the fingers of
my right hand. As he moved up and down on me, his little penis moved in and out
of my fingers. In essence, Andrew was acting out the scene on the tape.
It didn't take long for things to happen. My prick was screaming to have the
Life Force let out. I could feel Andrew's getting ready to fly too. I didn't
dare connect to him. I remember the last time I did that. It damn near took me
out. Just a few more strokes. I felt Andrew's buns tighten around my wanting
member. That was it. I tightened my grip on his little shaft.
One...two..three. Our respective shafts exploded with me shooting my hot Life
Force into his crack, and Andrew's shooting into the air onto his abdomen and
chest. Perfect timing. A scene had ended on the tape too.
We laid there for a while to get our wind and talked a bit about what we had
just done. Andrew was still hot for more of tape, so we got up and took a
shower together and went back to the bed to watch more of the tape. We snuggled
up together for warmth and pulled the sheet up over us so we wouldn't take a
chill. I put my finger into Andrew's little hiney hole and cradled his little
limp shaft and testicles in my hand to keep them warm. I had seen the tape so
many times that I knew every step in it. Andrew reacted differently. I could
feel his shaft vary in hardness from scene to scene. The tape was a little over
5 hours long. Afterwards, we talked a little more. This time, the conversation
centered around his friends.
I am a big brother to Andrew and wouldn't destroy that relationship for
anything, but I have seen, through Andrew's eyes, his friend James. I was
interested in whether Andrew had told his friend about any of this. I didn't
connect to him all the time, so I don't know. I didn't need too many people
knowing of our special relationship.
"Andrew," I said. "Do you think any of your friends take an interest in their
body as you do? Have they ever told you about messing up their pajamas in the
middle of the night or anything like that?
"Yes, My friend James and I talked about it one day." He said.
"And what did you tell him?" I said.
"I was a little embarrassed at first, but I said that Mr. Nichols in science
class said, at our age, our body is changing quickly. Things happen that
we can't explain just yet, so accept them. Nothing is wrong with you. I
didn't tell him about what we do. He would have quit being my friend for sure
Anyway we talked about our front ends getting stiff when we touched it, or our
rear end..and sometimes, just thinking about getting naked."
"Do you think he touches himself in the bath tub like you said you do?" I asked
"I've never asked him about it," he replied, "but I would guess so."
"Have you ever seen him naked?" I asked.
I knew the answer to this one.
"Yeah, all this summer at Overhill Lake. In the bath house." came the reply.
"What does he look like naked?" I asked.
It was hard for Andrew to answer that, because to him, they were so much alike.
"I don't know," he said. His front end is about as long as mine and his rear
end is a little different shape.
"Have you ever been naked together privately, like in the bath tub together?"
I said.
"No," Andrew replied, "why?
"Just wondering," I said. "If he is your best friend, you might want to help
him out learning about himself as I did with you. You can't keep all this
knowledge locked up inside you. Help your fellow man. You both have seen each
other naked, so there no problem there.
"I guess not," he said. "I don't want him to think I am weird or something.
How do I get him to do it?"
"Just tell him the truth." I said. "Tell him the only way he is going to learn,
is with practice. Take him into your confidence and tell him the things you
have discovered about yourself on your own, not with me, and what a pleasure
it is. Start to take your clothes off and ask him to follow. He's not a
blabber mouth is he?"
"Naw, James and I share secrets about each other," He said. "We talk about
this all the time.
"Fine," I said.
I let the subject drop. I had planted the idea seed. Soon James and Andrew
would be naked together in the tub. Naked together in bed. Their fingers,
sometimes laden with hand cream, exploring every facet of their respective
bodies. And through Andrew's senses, I can experience it too.
I was getting a little hungry, so Andrew and I put some clothes on, and went
into the kitchen to fix something to eat. Afterwards we went up to Friendly's
for ice cream and talked about everything else but sex.
From there, we went back home, got naked again, and went to bed. I put Andrew
on my left and had him turn his butt into me. I rested my semi-hard shaft deep
into his buns to keep it warm, and reached around his abdomen to cradle his
cute little 4 In. by 1/2 In. front end, testicles and all, in my right hand.
I put my left arm under his shoulders and pulled him close, to hug him and
kiss him. We fell into a long and blissful sleep, entwined as one.
Good night Andrew, I LOVE YOU!
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CHAPTER 10
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It was September and Andrew went back to school into the seventh grade along
with his other friends. I connected to him from time to time just to see how
things were going for him. One day I happen to connect while Andrew was in P/E
class. The period was almost over and the coach had sent the boys into the
showers. Andrew (and I) observed his friend James and some other boys in
various stages of undress. Some of the boys were shy and hid behind locker
doors to put on their street clothes and some were bold and paraded around in
the shower with their little shafts hanging out, pretending to pee on each
other. Typical boy stuff. A little fun never hurt anyone. However, I
enjoyed it immensely. I had Andrew take a few mental notes for later. These
guys had potential.
One Thursday afternoon after work, I went home and connected with Andrew. He
was in his room with his friend James, working on another Navy ship model.
James opened the desk drawer to get some more glue when he saw the medicine
dropper.
"What's this for, Andrew?" James said.
It was time. My seed had sprouted. Andrew recounted all the things he and
James had done over the summer and especially the part where James mentioned the
fact that he woke up some mornings with a sticky mess in his pajamas.
James seemed to be interested. This was new, something to explore. Then Andrew
said,
"I read in a book somewhere that sticky stuff is called sperm. It comes out of
our front ends without us making it do it. Our bodies start making the stuff
when we get about our age and it has to be released from time to time. Just
like you have to pee every so often. It's a man type thing. Girls don't have
to do this."
Well he didn't give me away to James, but the part of reading it in a book was
actually first hand knowledge gained by Andrew, with my help. I was getting
excited watching this scene.
"Making it do it? What do ya mean?" James said.
"You know, making it. Andrew said. "Pull on your front end for a while until
it gets stiff, then rub it until it squirts out some white stuff. Your front
end has been stiff before, hasn't it?"
"yea," James said, but I don't know why.
"Your body is trying to tell you something. It wants the build up of your sperm
to be released. If you can't do it when it's needed, it sometimes does it for
you." Andrew said. "You get in the habit of doing it for yourself and it
won't happen in the middle of the night."
Damn. He sounded like a college professor telling James all that crap.
"Have you been doing it Andrew?" James said. "how do you get your front end to
get stiff when you want it to? Show me. PLEASE Andrew."
"Are you sure, James?" Andrew said." You're not just saying that, are you.
Didn't your brother tell you anything about this?"
"No." James said. He was taking extra long showers and I heard him moaning
once, but when I asked him what he was doing, all he would say was that I'd
find out soon enough. Sometime he would walk to his room with the towel
around him and his front end was out like a tent pole. I asked him about it
and he just laughed at me."
"You won't tell anybody I did this will you, James?..Promise me now." Andrew
said.
"No, No, Andrew, I won't tell. I promise.....Please." James pleaded.
I was getting a raging hard on. I wished I could have been there in Andrews
room, personally. Andrew was a kid after my own heart. He was becoming the
teacher as I was to him. In this case, to his friend James.
"Ok, James," Andrew said, I want you to copy everything I do."
Andrew walked over to his bedroom door and closed it. Then he went into another
draw of his desk and found another medicine dropper. (How did that get there?)
"Ready?"
"Ready Andrew." James said.
Andrew unbuckled his pants and took them off. Next went his shoes and sox.
James mimicked every move. Next went the top shirt and tee shirt. That left
both James and Andrew in just their underpants.
Andrew was showing signs of excitement. His little front end was starting to
stand up in his pants. I had him look down at James' jockey style shorts.
There too, was the outline of a cute, almost duplicate of Andrew's little 4 by
1/2 In. shaft.
"Hold it," Andrew said.
He went over to his dresser drawer and took out a jar of Ponds Cold Cream and
went back over to James. Next he lowered his underpants and put them on the
chair. James followed suit. Next he took some cold cream and spread it on
his butt and down into the crevasse. Then he did his front end and gave the jar
to James to do the same thing.
It was a happy scene. Both boys giggled about it. Andrew gave James a medicine
dropper, and took his, put it in a strategic place along his crevasse and shoved
it into his rectum. James had a little problem, because he couldn't hit his
little hiney hole at first. (practice makes perfect James). When he found it,
James jumped a little. It was a strange feeling. It tickled, but felt
pleasing. He was still giggling over the feeling when Andrew called his
attention to their respective front ends. Their cute little 4 by 1/2 In.
shafts' were sticking straight out and sensitive to the touch.
"James, I want you to put your fingers around your front end, like this,"
Andrew demonstrated, "and gently push your body back and forth so that your
front end goes in and out of your fingers. Do this for a little while. In a
few minutes, you'll feel good all over. Keep doing it until the sperm comes
out and the good feeling goes away."
James was a do-er not a talker. He and Andrew were in concert together, gently
stroking their respective shafts and pumping their fists, with the medicine
dropper in their rectum. What a feeling? I was tuned to Andrew's every nerve
and could just imagine what this action was doing to James'. The crescendo was
building up in Andrew, James, I'm sure, and myself. I quickly got my pants and
underpants off, dashed for the cold cream and the anal stimulator, put cream
around my member, put the anal stimulator in my rectum and joined the concert
with Andrew and James. It wasn't a moment too soon. James began to breathe
hard and his body stiffened. Andrew was doing the same thing. I heard through
Andrew's ears, James grunt and then sigh. Andrew and I were right behind him.
We had released the tensions of the day into our slippery palms.
"What do you think now, James?" Andrew asked. "Did I answer your questions.
"Yeah, it was fun." James said. At first I was a little nervous standing here
naked in front of you, but you did the same thing as I did. Where did you see
that book you were talking about. Did it tell you all about this. What does
the thing you put in your hiney have to do with it?"
James had a million questions about what they had just done. Andrew answered
them as best he knew how without giving it away that he had experience with me.
The book he explained was at the doctor's office lying on the doctor's desk.
He told James he was looking at it when the doctor went out of the room for a
minute. That was a harmless lie.
"Not all of it," Andrew said. Most of this I found out on my own. One night, I
was washing in the bath tub and I accidentally touch my hiney hole with my
finger tip. It felt so good, that I did it more and more. Each time I took a
bath, I tried different things and discovered that my front end gets hard
too. So there must be a lot of nerves down there that help it to do that.
Each time I did this, it felt a little better. One night I touch my hard front
and it felt good too, so I started to pull on it. The rest is history. I just
improved on it with the cold cream."
That was enough to convince James. He and Andrew had many sessions after that.
One thing led to another and each discovered the pleasures of exploring the
others hiney hole. Andrew's had stretched to accommodate my middle finger.
James was not quite ready for Andrew's stiff penis yet. It was time, however
for James to learn the pleasures of putting his little rod in something besides
their hands or Andrew's crevasse. In one of our sessions, Andrew had asked me
to give him some of my finger cots. I pretended not to know what he wanted it
for. I just gave them to him.
One Saturday, I hadn't heard from Andrew, so I connected to find out where he
was. It seemed that James'parents were going to some type of afternoon social
gathering across town that would leave James at home with his friend Andrew.
His brother Scott was somewhere at a school sports function. Andrew had come
prepared. In a blue gym bag, he had all the paraphernalia for a good, down
home, stroke session. No sooner than James' parents left the driveway, the
boys were naked and jumping in the bed.
"James," Andrew said, I want to do something a little different today. Lay on
top of me face down. See how it feels."
It felt good to Andrew and to James too. Their respective shafts began to rise
to a salute. Andrew placed a bath towel under himself and put hand cream on
James' hard shaft and then on his own. He then put some in their crevices. He
put a finger cot on James' shaft with ease. Of course he had to explain that
the finger cot was some protection to the both of them. That it was like
drinking after someone else from the same glass type of thing. You didn't want
them to get germs did you?
From then on, it was a duplication of Andrew and my experiences. James' mounted
Andrew, as per direction, found his wanting hiney hole and inserted his tingling
shaft, with ease, into Andrew's anal cavity as far as it would go, until he
moaned. Then they stretched out to a more comfortable position and James began
to pump Andrew's sensitive butt hole in perfect rhythm. James'shaft was a
perfect fit for andrew's cute little hiney hole. Without measuring it, I would
have thought James'shaft was the same size as Andrew's, but evidently, it was
slightly smaller from the feel of it in Andrew's rectum. Andrew reached back
with his right hand and located James'rectum. He prepared a middle finger with
a finger cot, and inserted it into James' little, cute, sensitive, hiney hole.
Andrew worked it in and out of in perfect synchronization with the pumps he was
getting from his best thirteen year old friend, always and forever, James
Birdsong. Suddenly it was over. James' Life Force had rushed out of his little
penis and filled the end of the finger cot. Andrew released his Life Force all
over the towel at the same instant.
Andrew and James had many friends that were just as curious as they were about
their body. They had made a pledge to one another, sealed with sperm, to help
all their friends to understand the changes that were occurring. They worked
vehemently, yet discreetly together, on this project.
I was alerted by Cell each time Andrew and James got together either in bed or
on their project. I didn't have to invoke "Cell One" to get into the other boys.
I always had a front row seat with Andrew.
My relationship with Andrew continued until he was mid way through his fifteenth
year, I had seen many changes in Andrew over the years from the time I had met
him. He had grown body hair on his chest, under the arms, in his genital area
and in his crevasse. Cute, blond, and rabbit's fur soft. Just barely
perceptible. He had grown more muscular. Some of the attractive baby fat had
smoothed out and hardened. His voice had deepened also. Andrew was turning
into a handsome young man. His "boy" days' would be leaving him soon. I had a
tough decision to make. It was time to let Andrew grow naturally and discover
some things on his own about the female gender. They have wants and needs as
much as males do. I had to be fair to the boy. I didn't want him to grow up
without experiencing the differences of life. Through my previous connection to
him, I had planted the curiosity about the little girls, so it wasn't foreign to
him.
On our last session of the weekend together, I explained to Andrew my feelings
about our relationship. He was a smart boy, and didn't seem to get hurt by the
suggestions to seek other pleasures. I would like to see him from time to time,
though, to check on his progress. He realized it made sense to do this. He and
James had been doing this type of thing, too with each other, and other boys for
a long time. He figured that James would grow tired of it soon also.
"Charles," Andrew said, "can I do it with you one more time before I have to go
home?"
"No problem," I said.
My anus was hurting. Andrew's little shaft was not so little any more. It had
grown proportionally over the last two years. But just having to have known him
and to develop a relationship with him, made all the pain worth it.
With the final thrust by Andrew into my aching anus I called for Cell to return
to me. I didn't need to connect to Andrew directly any more. I would give Cell
a much deserved rest and head out to the mall next week to find another boy
like Andrew.
We laid there in my bed, for what seemed an eternity, in a deep emotional state.
I hugged Andrew tightly and kissed him passionately. He returned with the same
amount of passion. We said our final goodbye's, showered, got dressed and
headed for his home.
I LOVE YOU, ANDREW! G-DAMN, I LOVE YOU. I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU. NEVER!
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THE END
"ANDREW MY LOVE"
A short story of fantasy, September 1, 1990 by:
..........................> Charles Baudot
Any comments? C/O 4023 Northrop Street
Please send them Richmond, Va. 23225
care of....................> (804) 233-3170
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