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                               CHAPTER 9

        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 Andrew's
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 inch 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" by 1/2" 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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