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Andy 3
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In an instant, I was looking at unfamiliar territory. Pictures on a wall
in
a strange (to me) house. I began to see through my "connected" other
people.
Some were older and some were younger. I assumed them to be family
members.
Next, I connected with his other senses, just to observe. I found out a
lot
that way. I found out that his name was Andrew and he liked most things
scientific in nature. All you have to do is listen. You learn a lot.
Andrew went out to join some neighborhood friends in some sandlot
softball.
You know how that can be. Dirty and dusty......Hmmmm, smells like a bath.
after the play time. They must have played for three hours it seemed. I
could feel Andrew getting tired. I could see the others were too. They
decided to go to the local Burger Doodle for some nourishment. "They" say
that if you can't keep up, take a lot of notes. I took a lot of notes
about
Andrew and the social interchange with his friends. Some of them were
just
as delectable as Andrew. I had to figure a way to get to them also,
later.
It was about 4:30 P. M. and the group broke up to go to their respective
homes
I had connected with Andrew's mind sometime earlier, but I didn't peruse
it
until now. I didn't know how to make a request of him without him hearing
me.
Cell interjected with "Just think it". Seemed reasonable to me, so I did.
"Bath,......bath", I thought.
And it was if by magic, Andrew went into his house, up to his room and
prepared
for a bath. This is the moment I had been waiting for all day. Damn,
this
gift really works.
Andrew started with his shirt and tee shirt, then his shoes and soxs. I
was
a getting hard on already just thinking about it. Andrew passed by a
mirror
over his dresser and I saw that he had a small tan line showing above his
pants. I couldn't wait. I was getting a little tense myself. Next
Andrew
took his long pants off, walked over to his bedroom door and carefully
peeked
out to be sure the hall was clear. He probably didn't want to be seen in
just
his underpants. Heaven forbid his mother or older sister see him...My,
my, my,
such modesty.
From the bedroom, Andrew darted for the bathroom, went in, and quickly
closed
the door and removed his underpants. He was completely naked. I could
feel it,
see it, hear it, and smell it, as I sat there in the comfort of my own
home
and took it all in.
Andrew was not at that age to where he paid attention to his attributes.
Not
once did it dawn on him to touch himself and give his member a little tug.
Andrew reached over and started to draw the water for his bath. I
thought.
"Look in the mirror at yourself."
Andrew did it. There in the mirror I could see through his eyes his full
front
view. He had a cute front end. The ball sack was almost at that break
over
point and his shaft was about as round as a small test tube in a toy
chemistry
set and about four inches long, just hanging out there. Best of all, he
was
hairless. I had him reach back and run his hands along his little cute
butt.
I had him stand up on his little brother's potty chair, turn around so
that
his hiney would be in full view of the mirror. I then had him turn his
head
around to look over his shoulder and eye the reflection of his hiney in
the
mirror.
My senses told me that he was tingling all over his body. I believe he
was
feeling the juices flowing into his lower body and becoming sensitized in
his
front end. Andrew still did not connect the two things he did in the
mirror
with these feeling, at least consciously..............But, never
fear...HINEY
MAN is here. It will come in good time to him, this connection, with my
help.
I sort of left him alone after that for a while. I just let him take the
bath as simply as possible. Only I gave him some gentle hints to
accidentally
come across his anus and feel the sensation of a small finger (or object)
on or in it. After that I dis-connected. I was getting a hard on that
wouldn't quit. I went into my bedroom and spread the sheet back, placed
a towel on the bed, put a anal stimulator in my rectum, got a handfull of
hand cream, and proceeded to stroke my dick hard. When I felt the boiling
stream of my reproductive fluids building up in my groin, I turned over
and
gyrated my hips holding my hand steady with the fingers wrapped tightly
around my dick. I continued to pump my fist until I had released all of
the pent up tensions and my dick went soft. I had thought of Andrew there
with me all this time. And the anal stimulator was his virgin front end
stuck in my wanting rectum.
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CHAPTER 3
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It was about a month later that I even thought about Cell. The episode of
last
month had me obsessed with one thought and it was draining me. I had to
slow
down, it was on my mind constantly and I couldn't do my job at work
efficiently.
Not only did I come up with the procedures, I composed a few ground rules
for me
to follow.
1) Do not over stimulate your subject.
2) Observe as much as you can so you can find out more about your
subject.
3) Be sure that "When" you open the voice channel that the time is right.
4) Establish a rapport with him so he gets used to you.
5) Do nothing to make him feel that he is going crazy and tell others
about
what is happening.
I think that if I follow these rules, I will build beautiful relationships
that
will last a long, long, time.
Well the week-end was here again and it must have been a full moon. Cabin
Fever
set in. I went out as I usually do on Friday night and stayed out late
into the
morning. When I got home, I was on such a coffee high that I was zooming.
"Cell?" I said. "Are you there?"
"Yes." Came the answer.
"Question!" I said. "If I wanted to go into another subject to do the same
thing
with him as I do with Andrew, how do I do that. I touched some hiney
tonight
at the mall, but nothing happened. I'm glad that it didn't, because I am
not
through with Andrew yet. Do I have to get you out of Andrew so I can put
you
in another boy? Because, if that is true, It may take a long time for me
to
get Andrew to meet me. Would I have to get Andrew and the other boy
together
somehow? They may not know each other or they are from opposite parts of
the
city."
I hate these long winded questions.
"I am Cell," He continued. You have the ability to create clones of me
and
identify them as Cell-1, Cell-2, etc. You must keep track of what Cell
went
where. They respond to their name as I do. Just, for example, say
"Cell-1
awake", and go do your touch of the subject. Simple."
Yes it was simple enough, even for me. I subscribe to the K.I.S.S.
Method.
That is, KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID....
Now that I had some of the nagging questions out of the way, I got naked
and
went to bed. It was time to find Andrew. I said,
"Cell, connect with Andrew."
"Done." Was the reply.
I wish Cell didn't sound like a computer.
The image of my room blacked out. Andrew was asleep. I could hear the
rhythmic pounding of his heart and the slowness of his breathing. So
genteel,
so refreshing, so and innocent it sounded. I consulted Cell to find out
if I
could make him dream of a situation. Plant a seed, if you will. There
was
a method and I employed it.
I had him dream one of those dreams where you suddenly find yourself naked
in
a familiar place. Everybody has had those dreams. Anyway, I just happen
along in his dream, saw him like that, and offered him my coat. I gave
him
the most puzzled look on his face as I could. In this dream, I led him
over
to a public phone so that he could call his parents to come get him. The
coins
were in my coat pocket. The number on the phone was mine at my house. I
had
him get a good look at it. I released him from the dream and thought,
"Wake up
Andrew."
I sensed Andrew stir and open his eyes. I had him get up and go to his
desk,
turn the light on, and visualize the telephone number he had seen, write
it
down on a piece of paper, and return to bed and back to sleep. Me too. I
had
Cell remain on guard for any changes. As the dawn turned into a bright
morning,
Andrew awoke naturally. And thanks to Cell, so did I.
Andrew went into the bathroom and drained his bladder and washed his face.
He went back into his room and got out of his pajamas to chance into his
regular
clothes. He was still wearing his boxers under his pajamas. I would have
to
put a stop to that. I had always thought of boxer shorts like the ones
you have
to wear in military boot camps. But these were not the usual kind. These
looked as if they actually fit and wouldn't bunch up and wrap themselves
around
your dick or stick up your ass. The kid looked good in them.
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