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Andy 7
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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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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