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Tim, The Teenage Mystic
Chapter Two: Controlling One's Power
After Joey left, I started setting the table for dinner. Mom was bringing dinner home that night, but I sometimes cooked for us when we felt like pancakes or spaghetti. My head was a buzz of what happened that day so much that I didn't even hear her walk in.
I jumped a foot off the ground when she said "I hope you feel like Chinese."
During the meal, I kept feeling her eyes on me. The dinner talk was normal, but she seemed to sense something was different about me. Finally, while we were cleaning up, our eyes met, and I felt that feeling again. This time though, it was her mind that spoke to mine.
"So you found them. I had prayed you would never find your powers after forgetting them, what, six years ago?" she said in my head.
I could only stand there with my mouth open.
Then out loud, she said, "We better have a talk. Good thing we had our birds and the bees talk last month. I don't think I could have handled both at the same time.
We went over to the couch and sat down. I was feeling pretty... Well I don't know what to call it. Embarrassed? Scared? Shy? I felt like I had been caught jerkin' off, which had never happened to me at the time.
"Before I ask what you have done so far, I suppose I should tell you about my... life before you." She explained pretty much what I said at the beginning of my story, except she didn't mention my father had the power too. She then went on and explained how bad it was to change another person, even a little bit. That God had intended for others to be the way they were, and we shouldn't tamper with God's work.
She ended with, "It is also very bad manners to spy on other peoples thoughts when they don't know. That is why... Why I ask your permission before I examine yours. Is it all right if I look for myself and see? Nothing you have done could make me angry at you, or change the way I feel about you. You should know that."
I sat there, feeling like I had been asked to open my hand so she could see it was red (handed). I was looking at nothing, feeling her mind all around me, touching my cheeks, my ears, my nose, my hair. But never entering my mind.
The only thing I could do was slowly nod my head once without looking at her. As soon I had, I felt something warm touch my mind, then was gone in an instant.
"Oh I am so proud of you!" she said as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.
"Hurg?!?" came from my mouth, a result of the surprise and the hug. This was the last thing I had expected.
"When I had first discovered my powers, the first thing I did was to enslave one of my coworkers. But you didn't harm anyone, or make anyone do anything they shouldn't or wouldn't have. You even resisted using it on Joey. I must say I am surprised about the boy stuff since all I ever got from you mind was images of girls. When you were in your room, um, doing your thing, your mind leaked very badly. That's why I knew it was time to give you the sex talk last month.
"I feared you had made some poor little girl your love slave. Or just messed with someone's head for the fun of it," she added.
"But.. I don't understand," I finally said. "I did make others do things. Like.. Like in the shower and stuff."
"Did you do it on purpose?" she replied.
"No. But I guess I had wanted it," I said. I didn't want to admit anything more.
"Timmy, you did good on your first day. Please believe me. Feeling guilty about these things means you probably won't do them again. You know what is right, and what is wrong. Don't let yourself be tempted to do evil like I had.
"God gave you this gift. Once you learn how to control these powers, you should use them only when your heart tells you it is OK, and when your mind agrees. Don't use them to control others, but to help others if they ask for it. Everyone has the right to be themselves. You may even find someone who will want you to alter them. But never alter them if they do not wish it."
We talked on through the night. I actually learned a great deal from her. She showed me how to shield my thoughts from others. How to control my own body, and to some extent hers as well. I saw through her eyes, listened through her ears, and even once spoke through her mouth. Everything she showed me I understood instantly, and wanted to learn more and more. Finally she called a halt to it. It was after midnight on a school night.
While she drove me to school the next morning, she made me swear I wouldn't use them while I was there. If I behaved, she would show me more after school once I had proven it to her by letting her peek into my mind. Then after we spent the weekend going over everything, she promised she wouldn't ask to peek into my thoughts unless I was obviously screwing up other people.
It was a good thing she made me promise too. I wanted so badly to show off some of my new "tricks". My resolve lasted until Mrs. Patterson's class, then I could not resist myself.
Mrs. Patterson had just finished telling us how disappointed she was in our latest paper, and we would have to rewrite it, and add to it. No one was particularly happy with this. The thought just jumped into my head and instantly I issued the command. Just as Mrs. Patterson was sitting down, she let out the longest and noisiest fart any of us had ever heard. As the entire classroom rolled with laughter, Mrs. Patterson's face turned red. And when she shifted in her chair to try and regain order, I couldn't help myself as I made her make little baby farts every time she moved. By this time, several people had fallen out of their seats and were rolling on the floor, including me.
Then I noticed that Mrs. Patterson was not finding this amusing, nor even distasteful. She was virtually near to tears. I felt the pain she was feeling, and decided that I had to fix that. I made her realize the amusing side of the situation. I guess I shared a little bit of my immaturity with her.
As I felt the image repeat in her head several times, the pain grew less, and just as most of the class had lost the ability to laugh anymore, Mrs. Patterson exploded in laughter. And when I say exploded, I mean, it was like a bomb went off. I saw a new side of Mrs. Patterson that day. And it was beauty-ful.
Her scraggly face became one large smile that forced her teary eyes to squeeze shut. Her tubby body shook like jello as her booming laughter echoed around the room. She laughed so loud the windows shook, and even rocked herself so hard in her chair that she fell backwards. That only renewed the classroom laughter, and several people were choking on their own joy while Mrs. Patterson rolled around the floor laughing.
As everyone finally ran out of energy and breath and the people who had come to investigate the ruckus had left, we all just sat there smiling at Mrs. Patterson as she did the same to us. No one spoke for several minutes, partially because we couldn't.
Finally, Mrs. Patterson said as the bell rang, "Perhaps those papers weren't so bad after all," and we all understood the implied message. Joey gave me a questioning look as we walked out the classroom. All I did was smile and shrug.
As we walked to the lunch room, I gave Joey a quick run down about what happened after he left the last evening. When we approached our table, John, Brad, and Lex stopped their talking and watched me approach. I felt a chill run down my spine from the weird vibes I was getting from them. I wasn't peeking at their thoughts or anything either. They definitely had a problem with me.
"Uhmm, what up guys?" I said as I set my tray down. Joey wasn't really sure what to do, but followed my example and put his tray down. He kept his mouth shut too, which before yesterday would have been impossible.
John glanced at Brad, then said, "Seems like there were a lot of things 'up' yesterday."
"Urr? Look, what's going on?" I said, playing dumb. Joey had sat down, but I was still standing. I wanted to check out their thoughts, but somehow I felt that it would be the wrong thing to do. Beside, I had made a deal with my mother.
"What, can't you just read our minds?" Brad said. Then he turned to Joey and said, "How about it Joey. You were trying to tell us about our friend here, the psychic. I figured we wouldn't be able to shut you up for a week about it."
"Fuck You," Joey replied. "We spent the whole day after school yesterday trying to send each other a telepathic message. All I got was a headache."
"Well, you asked for it," I said, trying to follow his lead. "You wouldn't leave me alone about it until we tried it. I guess it was kinda fun, even if it was a complete waste of time." Then I sat down.
"You dork!" Lex said as he backhanded John on the upper arm. "You had me almost believing you."
John and Brad just looked at each other, then Brad said, "But we had the same fantasy about Suzi! At the same time! All four of us!"
"We did? I mean, yeah, I was thinking about Suzi. But I'm always thinking about Suzi in that class. She sits two chairs in front of me." I said.
"You can't tell me that you weren't imagining Suzi in her bikini and that you didn't imagine her bottom string breaking so you could look at her ass." Brad said.
"Hey, that was my fantasy!" Joey interrupted. "I told you that one yesterday! But I didn't tell you the best part," he said with a grin.
"What?" Lex said, taking the bait. He had perked up at the possible change in the topic.
"She had a tattoo of a heart that said 'Joey'. She was at the beach with me, and she was, like, my girl.." Joey paused as he was blushing. But then he said, "Well, it was just a fantasy." For a moment I wondered if I had been accidentally getting some of his fantasies instead of the other way around.
John then said "That's not what mine was like. OK, I give up."
Brad stayed quiet then. I guessed he was either feeling unsure about it all, or maybe realized he would have to have something more to back up his claims. I didn't dare try and peek at his thoughts. I might give myself away accidentally.
We finished lunch with the regular chit chat, with Brad not joining in too much. As we were leaving the cafeteria, he tagged behind me for a minute, then caught up with me.
"So, what do you think happened yesterday in the showers?" Brad finally asked.
I looked at him a sec, then said, "I think... I think there were a lot of horny studs that just had to spank their monkeys at the same time. Shit, I don't know." After a moment of silence, I faked a little anger and said, "OK, I might have started it by doing it to myself, but I can't make anybody else do it! I am sick of this shit. First Joey, now you! If I can read minds and make people do things, why the fuck am I here! I would be fucken my brains out with every fucken girl in this fucken school. So FUCK OFF!"
And with that, I left a stunned Brad at the door to our health class. After a moment, he came in and sat down next to me. I avoided looking at him, and played it cool with him for the rest of the class.
Just as we were leaving, Brad pulled me aside and apologized. I apologized too for telling him to fuck off, then we split up to go to our next class.
By the end of the day, I was ready to burst in anticipation. I raced home, leaving Joey far behind. Of course I knew I another 2 1/2 hours to wait before my mother got home, but I wanted to try out a few things on myself.
If there was one thing I really enjoyed, it was taking a good piss. It took me about a half an hour to drink the entire 2 liter bottle of cola. I had done this once before, but I had only got half of the bottle down. But this time, I experimented with what my mom had shown me the night before and figured out how to fool my body into thinking it was still thirsty. I had a few problems keeping myself from getting sick, but I managed to keep it down. By the time I swallowed the last drop, I already needed to go.
I managed to rise off the couch and wobble to the bathroom. I was pretty uncomfortable. But it was also kinda cool as I could let out a really long burp every minute or so. But a couple of times I nearly let out more than just air, so I spaced them out a little bit.
"Bbbbbbbbrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppp!" I said after getting my pants and underwear off. I sat down on the commode, then started to open the flood gates.
As I started to piss the almost clear liquid, I started concentrating on slowing the rate down. I wanted to take a real long piss, without any pauses.
I was trying to find the right set of... commands, I guess that how I thought of them back then. At that time I didn't know anything about the symbols, and certainly couldn't 'see' them. But, as with everyone with the gift, my mind was able to send these 'commands' that mixed with the other neurological elements of a nervous system and alters the processes within.
This experiment on myself sparked my interest in finding how it all worked. It marks the beginning of what has become my life's work. I really don't attempt to figure it out for a couple of years from this point in time, but the question of how I could do these things was always in the back of my mind.
Anyway, I was having to physically hold it back when I finally got it to work. It turned out not to be as pleasant as I expected. After sitting there for 20 minutes while my dick had a constant, but weak stream coming out, my ass was starting to itch, and I was just plain tired of pissing. So I pulled the stops out, and finished up after another two.
Afterwards, I was feeling pretty wild from all of the caffeine and sugar. I literally ran around the house naked until I finally dropped onto my bed. My mind was going a mile a minute, and after another quick pee, I wound up beatin my meat while thinking of Suzi slowly turning around while slipping the shoulder strap of her bikini top off. Pretty soon I was lost in my fantasy with my hand going a mile a minute on my cock.
I slowed down when I felt that familiar feeling at the base of my cock. I let it grow, keeping myself near the edge. The image of Suzi revealing herself to me, then pressing her naked body against mine was bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. When I imagined her skin touching my dick, I suddenly felt the pleasure triple, triggering the largest orgasm I had ever experienced up to that time.
My vision blurred with overlapping images of my surroundings. I moaned in an entirely different pitch I had ever made before. My entire body felt indistinct, as if it was floating between two different places. As I thrusted my hips and my cum shot up into the air, I felt a new sensation. I could feel a wet emptiness, clutching, squeezing inside the base of my crotch. As my fourth stream shot out, I discovered my hands were not only pounding my meat, but cupping my balls, fingering my ass hole, twisting one of my nipples, and slipping inside my pussy all at once.
The shock of my realization quickly broke whatever connection I had made. I laid there a little scared of what had happened to me. Or more like worrying about who else experienced it. I was laying on my bed trying to remember any detail that might clue me in to who I had connected with when the phone rang.
"H..Hello?" I said while trying to steady my nerves.
"Tim?" Joey's voice said. "Were you just, like, doing it?"
"Um, why?" I said, even though I was pretty sure I knew why.
"Cause a few minutes ago I did, and for a minute I could have sworn I was in your room. And I felt something weird."
"Um, like what?" I barely said. If Joey saw my room...
"I felt like I was wanking yours, and then I felt like I was in your room. Then just as I started to get there, I felt this warm wet feeling down there. It was awesome. Hey, can we do this again tomorrow? It's like we can jerk each other off without leaving home!"
"Shit," I whispered. "Joey, I don't know how I did it. I didn't even know I was doing it until I felt my fingers go in to my..." I stopped as I figured out who's hand that really had been.
"Oh Shit!" we both said as we both realized the same thing.
"Do you think she knows?" Joey asked. "And what about John?"
"Huh?" I squeaked. "What about John?"
"What? Didn't you know? I remember seeing John's computer and his fish tank. His dick felt different too. It was curved different or something."
"I don't remember anything like that. What else do you remember?"
"I, um, well... I remember touching my hole... I don't think it was me... And I saw a playboy centerfold. I think it was Miss May... I don't remember anything else except your room, and feeling wet... Wow. That's what a girl's pussy feels like.... Wow."
"Fuck. What am I gonna do? If I can't jerk off at least once a day, I'll like die or something. But if others found out, especially like that..."
"Well? Couldn't you tell them to be quiet? Like when you made me sit down?"
"Joey..... I can't do that. It would be wrong. Besides, my mom would kill me."
"Okay. I don't know what else you could do. Maybe your mom will know... Awe, man... She knows I jerked you off, doesn't she. Shit. She isn't gonna tell my mom or anything is she?"
"Umm, no. Hey Joey? I gotta go pee. I'll call you back later, K?
"All right. Hey, you want me to call John to find out what he knows?"
"NO!" I almost screamed. "Don't breath a word to him about it! You know we just got them off my back about that kind of stuff. I gotta go real bad. Bye"
"Oka.." click.
I leapt to the bathroom, and just as I started to take another massive leak, the phone rings again.
I managed to stop the flow, with my bladder complaining about the uncomfortable pressure. I got to the phone on the fifth ring and picked it up just as the fear it might be John sprang up in my mind.
"Hello?" I said.
"Timmy? Hi, this is Suzi"
"Oh Shit," I breathed. "Uhm, hey Suzi. What's .. up?"
"Hah, um, nothing much. I was just thinking about 4th hour, and I .... remembered your accident the other day. You're okay, right?"
"Yeah. I'm okay now. I just had a bad headache got real dizzy. My mom thought it was from not eating enough that day or something. No big deal."
"Good way to get out of seventh hour though. Did you see"...
Suzi and I talked for nearly two hours. After the first ten minutes, my concerns faded away. In fact I totally forgot about everything that had happened, even when my mom came home. Suzi and I really had a lot in common. We really clicked. I knew what she liked, and she knew what I liked. We finally hung up when her mother called her down to dinner.
During dinner, my mother brought up something that reminded me of what we had planned for the evening. The rest of the evening and almost the entire weekend she spent with me, teaching me everything she knew, which actually was not all that much now that I look back. Most of the time was spent telling me the harm I would be doing if I actually used these powers on people without their consent. I took her words seriously, but yet I didn't really commit myself to follow them.
By Sunday afternoon, I felt confident that I could control my own powers. I also began to find that my mother's understanding of the powers were actually quite limited. I could see short cuts on how to accomplish things. A few times I even startled my mother when I did something she thought no one could do. Such as when I made a plant sitting in full sun close its flower heads as if it was night time.
(Actually, the thing with the plant was completely different from reading and controlling minds. Since plants don't have a brain or nervous system, I used a different ability I had mistaken to be part of my mind control type of powers. In any event, I didn't actually control the plant. I just tricked it.)
Joey and I went to a movie Sunday evening, and nothing special happened. I had talked to Joey on the phone twice since Friday, and also had talked to Suzi for about four hours Saturday night. I didn't know it then, but I was starting to fall in love.
On Monday, if John suspected anything, he didn't let on. Things went back to normal for a while at school and at home. The only time I really even messed with my powers was when Joey and I were horny. We got into a routine where one of us would call the other and arrange a time, then I would connect to him and we would jerk each other off. The combined orgasm we shared together brought us closer than ever before.
But after a few months of this, Joey began to push me for more than that. That brief moment where we had experienced Suzi masturbating was constantly on his mind, and mine too. It frustrated him that I felt I shouldn't use my abilities on others. He never really understood that this protected him as well as everyone else from my tampering. Lucky for him I value my friends like I do when I did start messing with other people's minds.