Tim, the Teenage_(0)

Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. There will be 9 parts in total. I am doing some very minor editing, and will post them all as soon as I can. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part One By: Rass Senip

+++ 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 were 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 take 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 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 her 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 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 an 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 was 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 have 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.