Sunday, August 01, 2004

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Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
anything goes, Gold Club.



THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin

CHAPTER 2 SEX AND AN ICE CREAM SUNDAE (bb, oral)

A few months later, Tom was staying with Carl. It was a Saturday, and
their team had played three games in the local soccer association's
championship tournament. Their team, the "Blaze", was eliminated so there
were no games for them tomorrow. It was far too cool for swimming, but a
perfect evening for relaxing in the hot tub. Carl's dad was at the soccer
games today, and he joined the boys in the hot tub for a while.

Bob was a big man, 6'3", 250 lbs., no fat, just the lean hard muscle
mass of a man who had worked out on a regular basis for years. Today's
soccer games were hard fought. Blaze played well, but they came up short,
and the boys were somewhat dejected at their loss. Bob explained that
while there is no substitute for winning, if you don't win and you know
played your best, just forget it but be prepared for next time. The
conversation went from today's games, to Bob's college football days, to
how to build muscles.

"Dad, Tom and I want to build up our muscles. Can we use your stuff in
the workout room?"

Bob's workout room was always off limits to Carl, as Bob knew it was
easy to get hurt if you misused the equipment or didn't do the exercises
properly. Carl and Tom were getting hairy and their voices were changing.
Both boys were plagued with mild cases of acne. Carl was well into puberty
and Bob thought Carl was old enough to learn the proper workout routines.

"Tell you what Carl, I'll get Donk to come over a few times next week to
teach you two how to use the equipment properly. Having a partner to
workout with is great. Donk will set you up a schedule and a series of
exercises. He'll tell you how to alternate your workouts to get the
maximum benefit."

After a while they went inside to the kitchen and fixed ice cream
sundaes with whipped cream on top. While eating their treat, Carl dropped
some whipped cream on the table. He took his right index finger, scooped
it up, and stuck his finger in his mouth. He paused for a moment, mouthing
his finger, when the idea came to him. Grinning with a salacious idea
forming in his head, he leaned over and whispered into Tom's ear, "You
wanna do something dirty?"

Tom was always open to his friend's suggestion and he arched his
eyebrows as he whispered back, "I guess. Wha'cha got in mind?"

Carl whispered, "I'm going to suck your dick tonight! After that you're
going to suck my dick!"

Tom was stunned. He had thought all week about playing in the nude with
Carl, touching his dick, having his dick touched by Carl, jacking off each
other. He never imagined anything as naughty as dick sucking and he was a
little afraid. "I, I, I don't know about that."

With the lewd images racing in his head, Carl now had a hard on. His
pecker stuck straight out, pressing on the thin loose material of his damp
swimsuit. "Yeah, I bet it'll be fun." Carl then lightly touched and
slightly parted Tom's lips and in a low voice said, "You'll really like
it!" But Tom still wasn't so sure.

Carl's mom came into the kitchen. Tom couldn't get over how frail and
skinny she had become. Sally told the boys that she needed to go to bed,
and would they please pickup and try to keep it quiet so she could rest.

"Yes, Momma," answered Carl. After she turned to leave, Carl got up and
put the dishes in the dishwasher and then turned to Tom and said, "Come on,
let's go." Carl went up the stairs. Tom followed, his heart racing in
uncertain anticipation of the libidinous acts he was about to participate
in.

After Tom entered the room, Carl closed and locked the door behind him.
With his dad home tonight he didn't want any unpleasant surprises. Carl
grinned at Tom who could only manage a weak smile.

"Here, let me help you with these."

Carl knelt as he slowly pulled down Tom's swim trunks. Tom's erect dick
popped out inches from Carl's face. Tom felt his heart would burst from
the anxiety, not knowing what to expect. What if his friend bit his prick?
With the swimsuit down around Tom's ankles, Carl slowly stood, bringing his
hands gently up Tom's legs. Tom closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of
Carl's wandering hands that soon found Tom's awaiting dick.

Tom was motionless as Carl caressed his dick, his chest, and his ass.
Carl brought his hand up to Tom's face and began to stroke his lips,
probing the mouth with the middle finger, swirling it around, drawing it in
and out. Tom finally caught on as to what Carl had in mind and sucked on
the protopenis probing his virgin mouth. Tom knew then that he was going
to enjoy their dirty play this night.

Carl removed his finger. "You liked that, huh?" Tom nodded the
affirmative. "Now how about me? Come on and pull down my trunks. That's
right, see what I have waiting for your mouth tonight."

Tom slid Carl's trunks down. As he knelt, Carl's dick brushed across
his face. Tom began to nuzzle Carl's dick with his nose, taking in his
friend's scent. Tom noticed that Carl had developed more hair around his
genitals. He tentatively licked the underside of Carl's dick. It didn't
taste bad or anything thought Tom.

Tom noticed that Carl's dick seemed bigger than his own prick. He ran
his tongue over the dick head. Carl was enjoying the new sensations and
was enjoying watching the spectacle of Tom licking his rock hard dick. Tom
then tentatively took the head in his mouth and gently mouthed it, in and
out, in and out.

Carl was squirming around, the sensation felt incredible. He knew he
was going to cum any minute. A drop of precum seeped out the hole. Tom's
tongue licked up the slick juice, he didn't know what it was, but he liked
the taste. Carl let out a moan and started to cum. For the first time, he
ejaculated a few drops of semen. Tom was instantly aware of the salty
taste and texture of the thick liquid oozing from Carl's pulsating peter.
Tom sucked off and swallowed all the delicious juice. When Carl's dick
began to go soft, Tom backed off.

Still kneeling Tom looked up at Carl and asked, "You didn't pee in my
mouth did you?"

Carl was still breathless, but managed a weak "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't do anything like that! What's the matter?"

"I don't know what it was. Something leaked out of your dick into my
mouth. It was slimy and tasted kind of salty."

"Did it taste bad?"

"Oh no, it actually tasted good. I didn't think it was pee, but I
didn't know."

"What did it look like?"

"I don't know! It was in my mouth!"

"Gee, it must have come out when I was tingling."

"Did it feel good you?"

"Oh, yes! It was a lot better than beating off! Your turn, I'll show
you!"

Carl led Tom over to the king size bed. Tom lay on his back, spread
eagle. Now it was Carl's turn to be apprehensive. "Come on, Carl! You
were supposed to suck me first, but I beat you to it! Now come on, suck my
dick! You'll like it!"

Carl crawled up between Tom's legs until his face was at the awaiting
penis. He carefully studied Tom's dick. He hadn't noticed it before but
it wasn't as big as his dick.

Mimicking Tom's opening move, he nuzzled Tom's dick with his nose and
his face, brushing the hardening dick across his lips. He began to relax,
enjoying the feel of Tom's member rubbing his face. He opened his mouth
and engulfed the stiff boy penis, taking all of it. For the first time he
knew the feel of a hard dick in his mouth and he instantly liked it. He
sucked on it just like he sucked the whip cream off his finger. Tom closed
his eyes and moaned, reveling in the new sensation. Carl continued to
suck, trying to coax some of the mysterious liquid from Tom's dick. Tom
didn't last very long, and he came with a shudder. He was still several
months away from when his hormones would signal his nuts to start producing
semen, so as usual he came dry. Tom's dick went limp.

"That felt great, Carl. Did you get any juice?"

"No, but I really liked sucking your dick. What did you like better,
you sucking me or me sucking you."

"I don't know. Both I guess. It's hard to tell. But it's better than
beating off! Lets make a deal with each other. You can suck me off
anytime you want as long as I can suck you off whenever I want."

"It's a deal!" exclaimed Carl.

After their strenuous day, the two soon fell asleep. Around 2 AM, Tom
woke up. He maneuvered around the bed until he could get Carl's dick to
his mouth. He began to suck on the soft organ. Soon it began to harden in
his mouth. The lewd sensation excited him. Carl awoke to a hard on
implanted in Tom's willing mouth.

"Yeah, suck on it, Tom, suck it. Suck it all night if you want!" It
took a while, but Carl was rewarded with the tingling sensation he so
loved, and then he went soft. He returned the favor, and fell asleep with
Tom's soft dick in his mouth.



The next morning around 9, Carl and Tom got dressed and went downstairs
for breakfast. Bob was on the phone.

"It's okay Harry, I understand. Maybe we can get in a round sometime
next week. Yeah. Yeah. No problem, asshole!" As he hung up the phone, he
exclaimed, "Damn it to hell! Why'd that bastard have to wait until the
last damn minute?"

Bob was obviously annoyed with his buddy Harry, and the boys dared not
to speak. From past experience, to the boys it seemed like Bob was really
only interested in one thing Bob, and kids didn't interest him in the
least. Bob looked at the boys and he had an idea. "What the hell," he
muttered.

"Seeing that you don't have any games today, how about if I take you two
to the club and we play a round of golf?"

Carl and Tom's face lit up. "Yeah, Dad! You bet!"

"I have a tee time of 10:30, so if you want to go, you better get
moving!"

The excited kids ran upstairs to put on their shoes and socks. Both
boys had played an occasional round with their fathers and wanted to play
more. Bob supplied Tom with an old set of clubs that hadn't been used in
years. Carl had a new set of clubs of his own, even though he had only
been out twice before. Carl was really excited about the prospect of
spending the whole day with his dad, as it was a rare occasion.

When they got to the club, Bob spotted them each 20 strokes. He quickly
realized that 20 strokes were not going to be near enough. Bob quickly
grew frustrated. As other club members played through, several made nasty
comments about the delays the boys were causing with their inept play. Bob
began giving tips on the proper grip, how to properly swing, keeping your
head down and following through. As they continued to play, Bob became
impressed on how quickly they caught on and improved, especially Tom. On
the last four holes they averaged only two strokes over par for each hole.
Bob realized that with a small investment in lessons these two could
quickly become competent golfers and he could have a couple of reliable
partners who would really give him a run for the money.

Bob looked at the boys who were very pleased with themselves. "Boys, I
am impressed! How'd you guys like to take some golf lessons from the club
pro?"

"Golf lessons? Oh, that'd be great Dad! What do you think, Tom?"

"Sure, Mr. Franks, but I don't know. I'll have to ask my dad."

"You tell him the lessons are on me, and if he's got any questions, just
have him call me."

After a meal of burgers and fries at the clubhouse, Bob took the boys
home, dropping Tom off at his house. "By the way, Tom," said Bob before
Tom closed the car door, "Donk, will be coming to the house on Tuesdays and
Thursdays the next couple of weeks to show you and Carl how to use the
exercise equipment. If you don't have anything else you have to do, be
sure to come by after school."

"Thanks, Mr. Franks, I will. And thanks for the great golf game!" Tom
turned and ran inside, eager to tell his mom and dad all about the golf
game, golf lessons, and being able to use Carl's dad's workout room.

That night, alone and naked in his big bed, Carl fantasized about
sucking Tom's dick and about Tom sucking his dick. Soon a clear liquid
began to seep from his dick. It was slippery between his fingers. He
licked his fingers and then squeezed another drop from his penis and licked
up the precum again. It tasted good.

"This is the stuff Tom was talking about", he thought. He began to jack
off in earnest and soon brought himself to climax that brought forth a few
drops of thick white fluid. He studied the white goo that had issued from
his penis. With his fingers he scooped it off his dick and then licked at
it. Just as Tom said, it tasted good, so he sucked the remains off his
fingers.

"Wait till I tell Tom," he thought. He turned off the bedlamp and
dozed off.

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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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IF I NEEDED SOMEONE "Hey," Carl said as he sat down across from me in the
dining hall. I'd just met Carl a few weeks ago, at the beginning of the
semester. We had a class together. We were both juniors at Endicott
College, but our paths hadn't crossed prior to this. One afternoon, he
found me sitting on the grass in the middle of campus, working on material
for our class. He was going to the library to do the same, so he joined me
instead. We found ourselves studying together quite a lot, and then eating
together every so often. We became fast friends. We were a lot
alikequiet at first glance, but with a similar and rather wacky sense of
humor. I could talk to him, and he me, very easily. I'm Wendy, Wendy
Thibodeau. As I said, I'm a junior here. I live in a house off campus,
lovingly called The Cat's Lair, after Cat Willet, our chief conspirator. I
love the girls I live with, Cat rules, and my roomie, Colleen, is my best
friend. All in all, I have a good life. Good school, good friends, I even
have a boyfriend, Jon. We've been going out almost a year. "Listen," Carl
said "I was wondering. "Are you doing something Friday night? I thought
maybe we could go out to eat, and hit a movie." Uhoh. I suppose I
should've seen thing coming. "Carl, are you asking me out on a date?"
"Well, yeah," he grinned. "I've been trying to get my nerve up for a
couple weeks." "Oh, shit," I said. "Damn, Carl, I'm sorry. I have a
boyfriend." "You do?" "Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?" "Because I
see you all the time. Here, out on campus, that party last weekendand
I've never seen you with a boyfriend. Oh, is this a hometown sweetie kind
of thing?" "No, he's here," I sighed. "He's just busy a lot. I don't get
to see him as much as I'd like, that's true. But we are going out."
"Damn." I smiled at him. I really did feel badCarl was a nice guy.
"Look, if it makes you feel better, if I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd
definitely be saying yes." "I don't know if that makes me feel better or
worse," he laughed. "No, it's OK. Hey, what are you going to do?" "Still
friends?" I asked. "Of course," he said with a big smile. I still felt
bad. When I got back to the house, I went to my room to brood.
Unfortunately, Colleen was there. Actually, I shouldn't say
'unfortunately'. I loved Colleen. And, as usual, she instinctively knew
something was wrong. "What's with the sourpuss?" she asked. "Well, I just
had to hurt somebody's feelings, and I hate doing that." She just looked at
me. "Carl. That guy I met in my writing course? He just asked me out."
"And you said no, because of Jonnyboy," Colleen snorted. "Well, of
course. I mean, he is my boyfriend." "You should've said yes," Colleen told
me. I just gaped at her. "I don't know this Carl guy, but, hellyou might
get a real boyfriend out of it. You know, one that pays attention to you
at times other than when he wants sex." "Jon's not that bad." "Oh, he
isn't?" "Colleen, come on! I'm in love with Jon!" "I know you are," she
said, her tone of voice softening. "Believe me, Wendy, I know you are. I
just hope you don't get hurt." She took a breath. "You know what happened
to Marc, Cat's pal." I nodded. I had heard. He found his girlfriend in
bed with someone else. "I worry that the same is going to happen to you,
if not worse," she stated. "Ah, no way. Why would Jon need to go
somewhere else for sex? Hell, I never say no," I giggled. "Neither did
Marc." "Ah, Jon's not going to cheat on me. I don't think he could handle
juggling two women or more. He likes his time with the boys too much."
"That's what he tells you," Colleen said. "Well, I believe him. Look,
Coll, I know Jon and I have our problems, but another woman I don't think
is one of them." "Well, it's something. Because he's not much of a
boyfriend, if you ask me." "He really does love me, Coll." "I hope so. I
really hope so. Because if he ever lets you down, you might regret turning
Carl down." "I already do. But what else could I do?"

The End The next story in this story arc is called You're Gonna Lose
That Girl

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Saturday, July 24, 2004

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 1 Rebirth
(mc mf, breast feeding)

My memories of waking up in the motel room Joey had taken us to are extremely
gray. Not fuzzy, not indistinct, just very... gray, in the emotional sense.

I wasn't happy. I wasn't sad. I wasn't excited or content. I wasn't anything.
The words Joey spoke to me I just didn't bother to comprehend, for I didn't feel
the need to. I had no motivation to do anything. I think I would have just
stopped breathing if it hadn't been automatic.

Joey had to take control of my body several times while I was like that. He
kept me from wetting the bed and otherwise took care of my body's needs while my
brain was numb like that.

We were in some car he had hitched us a ride with when I noticed the trees
flying by the window. It was just slightly more interesting to me to watch the
scenery flashing by than the back of the seat, and the more I watched, the more
I noticed.

I was waiting patiently for the scenery to start moving again when a face
suddenly appeared in front of my vision that stirred something within me, only
to fade away the next moment as the door was opened and my body followed Joey
into another motel.

That night, I felt another stirring within me, one that didn't go away as fast
as the last one. And once the two teenage girls whom Joey had borrowed from
their parents for the night had sucked every last bit of cum out of my cock, I
actually took some notice in the way their moaning and gasping sounded as Joey
made use of their young sexy bodies.

I don't recall the following morning, but sometime in the afternoon I was
sitting in the front seat of a different car, listening to the same sound from
the night before and turned my head to look at the driver.

The man seemed to be enjoying the fact that Joey was fucking his wife in the
back seat. I watched him as he cheered Joey on and jerked himself off while he
drove. Something about the way his cock spurted his load made me turn back to
the scenery and ignore the rest of the activities inside the car.

The next time the car stopped and I found myself getting out, I caught a glimpse
of Joey's face and felt something a lot stronger stir deep within me. As my
urine ran out of my cock, I had a flashback of Joey's face of when he had been
raping one of the slave girls on the beach.

That face kept popping into my head as the scenery whizzed by, always causing me
to blink as I tried to comprehend what it meant. There was a feeling that went
with it, or more like two feelings. Fear and lust were the first identifiable
feelings I had after my awakening, and that wasn't very healthy I must say.

At dinner, Joey had just finished picking out the girls who would join us in our
motel room that night when he noticed I was staring at him. Because his
expression softened and his voice sounded so soothing, I listened to his words
as he said, "...wasn't going leave you out, you know. I got three this time
just in case you felt like fucking one for a while."

"Fuck one," I echoed.

"Yeah. That's right. You and I have done a lot of fucking together. And we're
gonna do a lot more too. Just remember that we're a team. Okay?"

"A team," I repeated blankly.

"A team. That's what we are..." Joey said while his smile faded and his eyes
went a little unfocused.

"I know you won't understand this now, but you will when you get all your
marbles back," he said when his attention snapped back to the present. "After I
let all that anger out during the wipe, things seem different to me. I've been
doing a lot of thinking... and I..."

"We fuck girl? Now?" I interrupted, my mind having pieced together what would
solve the strange need I was experiencing.

Joey looked at me a little startled, then broke out in a grin that caused me to
make my first facial expression since my wipe. The grin I wore was the same as
his, then as Joey arranged for the guy at the next table to pay for our dinner,
I vaguely recalled that we indeed had been partners about a lot of things.

You have to realize that I was in a very vulnerable and suggestible state while
my emotions were trying to reform. So naturally I began accepting everything
Joey said and did as right, the slight familiarity I felt about him making me
trust his every word.

After taking turns fucking the three girls we took to our room, the image of
Joey which had popped up in my mind all day didn't have the disturbing feel to
it any longer. I had done the very same thing he had done when he had made that
face, and I had liked it very much. I desired to feel that kind of pleasure
again, and believed that Joey would show me more ways to feel good.

When Joey discovered I was attempting to do everything he did while ignoring the
memories which were trying to surface, he decided he liked the idea of being my
hero and encouraged my desire to be just like him. What I didn't know at the
time was he also inserted blocks into my mind that would prevent the negative
memories of him from resurfacing.

I recall very clearly the moment I rediscovered my telepathic abilities. We
were approaching the Mexican border in an over crowded bus, watching two fat
women attempting to eat each other out without much success. I kept wishing for
one of them to give up and come over to me so I could suck their big tits and
then fuck their fat cunts, and suddenly I recalled how to make that happen and
issued the proper commands to the one on top.

"Did you do that?" Joey asked a little panicked.

"Yes. Did I do something wrong?" I said, afraid of having upset my teacher and
benefactor.

"No," he said relieved. "For a second I thought someone else had... Never
mind. Come 'ere, bitch. Do what she's doing to him to me."

I felt so proud of myself as Joey mimicked me as I sucked the fat Hispanic
woman's tits while she rubbed her wet cunt up and down my stomach. I was
enjoying myself immensely, but when my cock brushed up against her ass, I
suddenly recalled how much I liked fucking a woman's rose.

I struggled a moment aligning my cock with her backdoor, then in a fit of lust
commanded her to sit my cock into her ass with her shitting muscles on full.

The pressure and warmth of her ass as it yielded to my dick caused me to moan in
pleasure, then when I was in up to the hilt, I started programming her to give
me as much pleasure her ass could provide.

When I had finished using her, Joey became upset with me for the mess I had made
of her mind. His philosophy of restoring someone we had used to their original
state with no memory of the things we had done naturally became my philosophy
after that, and before the night was over, we developed a systematic way of
doing so.

Or I should say Joey developed it while I assisted in testing it. Basically
whenever one of us altered another's mind, we would store the command to reverse
our tampering inside their mind in what we called the selfdestruct memory.

Even to this day, Joey's programming ability is far superior to mine, even
though he lacks the sight to see how the symbols work. The technique for
cloaking his tampering he had developed on his own, never even being able to
test it until he had to use it on Gina to prevent his sister from finding out.

The selfdestruct memory used a considerable amount of the techniques he had
developed for the soul purpose of deceiving me, and his sharing this with me was
probably the only thing which saved our friendship from a permanent death later
that year.

Despite his best efforts, the woman whom I had altered was permanently fixated
on anal sex, but apart from becoming the butt fuck queen of some small town in
Mexico, Joey was able to restore the rest of her personality and all her
memories.

I spent a large portion of the next day practicing the things he had taught me,
Joey watching every command I made and sometimes correcting me while other times
letting me screw up. No harm came to anyone that day, and by that evening I was
proficient enough in using his technique that he let me go round up our bedtime
fucks.

That night, memories trying to surface invaded my sleep, and while they were
unpleasurable in nature, I was not disturbed by them as I normally would be.

I guess Joey was monitoring my thoughts the next morning, for he asked what my
dreams were about without me having said a thing about them. I told him as much
as I could remember, then didn't object to his announcement he was going to do
something to me to prevent those kind of dreams from coming back.

As he inserted more blocks in my mind, I began to understand what the blocks
were blocking, but didn't really care if I never remembered my life from before.
All I knew was I trusted Joey to do what was best for me, and if that meant
living the rest of my life not remembering the first seventeen years, I was
positive I would be better off.

Joey and I spent two weeks following a steady routine while making our way
slowly up Mexico. We would wake up and have one last fuck with the girls we had
picked out the night before, then after breakfast we would hit the selfdestruct
command and send them on their way.

Once we found a ride, we would play an assortment of mind games, usually
involving the other passengers and sometimes the driver as well. Things like
searching for their most secret desire or fantasy and make them believe they
were living it out. On a few occasions we were able to arrange it so they
actually did physically carry out their fantasy, but most of the time it was
only in their mind, I having become quite good at generating realistic dream
states.

Female passengers, depending on their age, provided us with different forms of
entertainment, but we didn't usually have sex while on the road for we enjoyed
our evening fucks too much to waste our energy during the day. Oh, every once
in a while a pretty girl would turn one of us on enough to get laid, but for
most cases we just had them serve our lunch off their chests or some other
juvenile yet harmless things like that.

Dinner time usually meant heavy scanning while eating. Sometimes we found our
pray before dessert was served, but many times we would have to go out and walk
around town in search for a decent pair of cunts. We always found something to
satisfy our standards, and as soon as we had made our selection we went straight
to our room and began trading spit.

I followed Joey's example and performed the nightly make out and dance without
complaint, and even though I would appear to be enjoying the slow kissing,
making my intended fuck slut feel romanced, the only sensation I felt was the
desire to fuck her, and then fuck her again.

Of course I would always get my wish in the end once Joey had had his fill, and
that's why I never let on that I would have preferred to skip with the
pleasantries.

By the time we were half way up Mexico, Joey found his desire to return home
fading, and one evening at dinner he said, "You know, I think I like Mexico.
Don't you?"

"Si, Senior," I said. "I feel I have spend my whole life in Mexico."

"Shut up," Joey chucked before saying seriously, "I've been thinking a lot
about it the past couple of days. What if we find a nice small town with a lot
of pretty se´┐Żoritas in it and settle down there? We could start our own
business as a front, have a nice house built, and play God for a while. What do
you think?"

"I guess it sounds good if it does to you."

Joey frowned a moment, then said, "If you were going to decide, what you want to
do?"

"I guess.. I guess.. I don't know. What else would you want to do?"

"I asked what you wanted. Shit, can't you think of something you'd like to do?"

"I don't really care what we do. I'll just do what you want to do, okay?"

"But.. I was hoping you.. Shit. Never mind. We'll try my idea, then if we
don't like it or think of something better, we can always leave."

"That's sounds good," I said honestly. "Can we start scanning now, or do you
want to talk some more?"

"Scan, amigo, scan," he said with a grin.

We altered our course to head east rather than north, and three towns later,
Joey announced we had found our new home.

The town was small, well isolated, yet appeared to be prosperous enough that the
people were well fed. The population hovered around two hundred, and within
twenty four hours they all were our happy little slaves.

Well, slave isn't quite the word for it. Everyone in the town would happily do
whatever we asked of them, but they didn't see us as their lords and masters.
We simply were special people who they trusted and cared for, not going out of
their way for us unless we asked or they saw the need.

The children loved us, the teens saw us as their idols or heart throbs, the
young single women lusted for us, and the rest just adored us from afar.

Joey asked me not to mess with the girls around our age until he got to know
them, and while I had looked forward to fucking this one chick, I complied with
his request and simply permitted five of the women who were in their early
twenties to service my fucking needs.

At first I disliked the way Joey didn't care to fuck together any longer, but
once I stopped bothering myself with the foreplay, I decided I preferred fucking
alone. Especially when I found out that Joey hadn't fucked any of his until we
had been there almost a week.

Shortly after his big orgy, I started to notice Joey acting restless during the
day, even somewhat down. Three days went by before I finally asked him about
it, but the only thing I got out of him was, "You wouldn't understand."

Two days later we visited a family with a newborn and a four year old boy, Joey
having sought out this particular family because he liked playing with the
younger kids, their innocence and enthusiasm always lifting his spirits when he
felt down. Or maybe it was because he knew my mom would have had her baby by
then, and just wanted to see what it would have been like.

I was acting the polite guest, not really wishing to be there, but such things
were not that important to me. I did as Joey wished, something I may have
eventually grown tired of even if my eye hadn't caught something strangely
familiar within the four year old's arms.

At first I thought it was a doll so I hadn't paid much attention to it. But
when I caught a glimpse of its brown fuzzy face, my heart nearly leapt out of my
chest as an emotional tidal wave washed over the top of Joey's memory blocks.

I was frozen in my tracks from the sight of this one eyed brown teddy bear, my
mind struggling to recall why I wanted to grab it and hug it, very probably
crying my eyes out at the same time.

Then suddenly I remembered my teddy, my first bestest friend who I had d
and betrayed, and then started getting faint impressions of other things I
missed.

I pieced the face of a woman holding my teddy out to me while commanding the boy
do the same, then slowly formed the sound of the word related to the face with
Joey patiently waiting beside me.

Once I figured out who the woman was, I turned to Joey and said, "Please? Take
me to my mom? Take me home?"

Joey's expression hit the floor at that point. Staring at the dirt floor, Joey
appeared forlorn and beaten as he said, "All right. I'll take us home," then he
got up and walked out without another word.

The following two days were a very confusing time for me. I had realized the
reason I had been able to recall my mother's face was because Joey had removed
the block to relieve the strain within my mind. What didn't occur to me was
that he had probably done it more to prevent my undoing it myself, fearing I
would then continue to remove the rest as well.

But for the time being, I was happy to be going home with Joey, even if I didn't
have any clue as to where home was or what it was like. For the first time in
my limited memories I had a place to belong to and someone besides Joey to learn
from and be with.

The confusing part was how Joey seemed to dread the idea, yet in some fashion
seemed to look forward to it too. We spent the two days traveling to San Luis
Potosi which was the nearest city with an international airport, and the closer
we got, the more Joey seemed to regret his decision, but he didn't turn us back
neither the less.

We arrived at the airport sometime after three in the morning, and while I was
busy checking out the people sleeping in the airport all around us, Joey made a
single phone call.

I was pleased to see some of the strain and stress he had before making the
phone call had left by the time I rejoined him. But when he looked at me with a
sort of soft and sad look, I knew something was wrong.

"Your plane leaves at seven," he finally said.

"My plane? What about yours?"

"I'm not going. I.. Shit, Tim. I've made a mess of my life back there. But
here I have a home and an entire village of friendly people that can help me get
by until I can find someone else to hook up with. Besides, I think I'm tired of
being able to control people. I miss... I miss having people who are my
equals, shit like that. I just miss having real friends."

"I don't want to leave you," I said somewhat stubbornly. "I don't care what you
did before. I don't know how to.. how to.. do anything without you. Come
with me. We can make everyone happy you came back."

"It's not that simple, Tim," Joey sighed. "Come 'ere," he said, sliding over
slightly to make room on the floor beside him.

I sat down without hesitation, but found myself oddly ill at ease by the way he
took my hand in his and said, "I've done things I'm not proud of, and some of
them I did because I hated you so much. I know right now you don't want to
believe it, but after you get home and your mom helps you remember who you are
and your life, you're not going to want me as your friend."

"No, that's not true!" I said confused.

"Believe me, Tim, I know how you're going to feel because I felt that way myself
once. But not any more. I don't know exactly why, but I feel like my old self
again. I... care about you. Please, don't forget that? I know this doesn't
make much sense, but whatever happens, no matter what you remember about what I
did, try and believe that I'd never do those kind of things to you or anyone
else again."

He turned away from me to wipe the tears that had been forming in is eyes but
had not yet fallen, then after a few moment listening to him sniff, I said,
"There is something else you're not telling me. Something else you're afraid
of."

After he turned and stared in my eyes a few moments, he seemed even more
saddened by something and turned away again.

"I guess.... I miss her."

"Who?"

"Someone very special to both of us. Her name is Suzi Aster."

"Suzi Aster..." I echoed as I struggled to recall anything about her.

"Even when I was going around raping girls, plotting to somehow get back at you
for all I thought you did to me, I loved her. But I couldn't control myself
sometimes, and I was afraid of hurting her so I stayed away from her. Now she
knows all about what I did. I don't think I could handle seeing it in her
eyes."

"Seeing what?" I said as I absorbed his confession for all time.

"I don't know.. Fear? Distrust?.. Hate..." he said ending in a whisper as he
shuddered.

I watched him as he quietly cried for a few minutes, then once he started to
sober up, I said, "You have to come with me."

"WHY?!" he said with emotion when he faced me. "Why do I have to hold your hand
whenever you do something new? You can read minds and you can make people do
things for you. You don't need me. You never have," he choked.

"You have to come with me," I repeated without emotion. "If I don't need you,
then you need me. Either way, you're coming with me."

Again he stared into my eyes, and after a few moments I asked, "What are you
doing that for?"

"I.. You used to make me feel better just by looking into my eyes. I'm sorry.
I just keep hoping..."

He stared into my eyes a couple of minutes longer before giving up with a yawn,
then sat back against the wall again with a sigh.

"There's another reason I can't go with you," he said not looking at me. "The
plane only had one seat left, and your mom only forward enough money for one
ticket."

"You're either coming with me or I don't go," I said firmly. "And since I'm
going, you better think of a way to get both of us on that plane."

"Shit, Tim. That's the first thing you've said since you woke up that sounded
like the real you... I can't make any promises," he said, stifling another
yawn, "Let me take a quick nap and then we'll see."

I wasn't the least bit sleepy after napping during the drive there, and once
Joey was sound asleep, I made sure he would stay that way while I went in search
for another plane ticket.

Once I had two first class tickets in my pocket, I recruited a pair of American
stewardesses to help me move Joey to a more comfortable place to sleep, then
went to the airline's staff room for a long overdue fuck. I clearly remember
being disappointed by their performance, having built up high expectations for
an American women's ability to fuck.

I woke Joey before it was time to board, then went to get him some coffee like
he had asked. I had just found a place open inside the terminal when the
thought occurred he might try and slip out. So I turned around and hurried
back, and as I approached the bench where I had left him from behind, my heart
started to race because he was no longer sitting there.

As I quickly glanced around in hopes of catching sight of him, an older lady
passed me heading for the bench as fast as she could go. But when she got
there, she didn't even try to sit down, but instead she hit Joey over the head
with her bag while complaining to him in Spanish about how rude he was to be
taking the whole bench up.

"Shit, lady! All right! I'm UP! Shit," he sputtered sitting up.

He rubbed his eyes then looked around, catching me gaping at him.

"What's with you? And where's my coffee?" he grumbled. "Shit, I knew I should
have never started drinking that shit."

The announcement for our flight to board came as I opened my mouth to reply,
then saw the panic on Joey's face as he realized he wouldn't have time to get a
ticket before the plane left.

"Two first class tickets for the seven o'clock flight to the U S of A," I said,
waving them in front of his face. "I'll have Jane get you coffee on the plane
if you want, but you might as well wait so you can go back to sleep once we're
in the air."

"Shit," he said with a sleepy grin, but then his face fell from a fit of nerves.

"You're coming with me," I said firmly.

"All right," he sighed. "Just remember you were the one who wanted me to go."

Despite still being tired, Joey didn't go to sleep until a good hour after we
were in the air. Normally I should have been feeling pretty proud of myself,
for we somewhat had a switching of roles. Joey had accepted my decision even
when he didn't want to do it, placing his trust in me as I had done so with him.

But I wasn't feeling proud, amused, happy, or even sad about this or anything.
I simply knew that he now needed me more than I needed him, and I suppose I must
have felt that I owed him for what he had done for me.

I pondered on my lack of emotions while a thirteen year old Oklahoma girl
experimented giving her first blow job. Every person I examined seemed to be
full of conflicting motivations because of their emotions kept getting in the
way. Kerry, the girl slurping on my cock, was a perfect example to me of how
emotions got people into trouble.

She had been alone in her hotel room flipping through channels when she ran
across an adult channel and got an eye full of some guy's cock. At first she
had only been curious, but after the first five or ten minutes, she started
getting turned on watching that guy get a blow job from a woman with an
incredibly active tongue.

It grossed her out when the guy came and the woman made a show of letting it
flow out of her mouth then sucking and licking it all down. But the next day
she couldn't help but to flip back to that channel and watch as a different girl
got fucked by the same guy.

For the rest of the week she watched as much as she dared, faking having
diarrhea two days in a row in order to stay in their hotel room while her
parents and little brother explored the town. She knew it was wrong, and she
had worried all night that her little brother might mention what he had seen
when he had turned on the TV, Kerry having forgotten to change the channel
before she had turned it off.

After Kerry tasted semen for the first time and decided it wasn't all that bad,
I realized that I did experience one emotion, that being desire to have sex.
But once I had recovered from my orgasm, I found my mind completely clear of
such distractions, and quickly hit the selfdestruct and sent Kerry back to her
seat without a memory of her first sexual feat.

I suppose parts of my personality were starting to return, for once I had
cleared my head of my sexual wants, I started to consider what was moral and
what was not.

If Joey had scanned my mind when he awoke, he would have found a different
person than when he had gone to sleep. I had already decided to curb my sexual
desires with the goal of becoming completely emotionless and thus free of the
confusion the people around me seemed to always have.

The plane only took us as far as Houston, Texas, so after we went through
customs without any passports (not that we needed them), we waited around the
airport for a couple of hours before boarding a different plane bounded for
Kansas City.

The flight to Kansas City was the only one available at the time my mom had
forwarded the money, but I had the impression it would be a long drive home and
that I didn't live anywhere near Kansas City.

"I didn't tell your mom I was bringing anyone with me," Joey said while we ate
the in flight dinner. "Of course that's when I thought I was going to stay in
Mexico and just send you by yourself. Uhm, Tim. There's something I haven't
told you that you need to get ready for."

"What?" I said between bites.

"Everyone at home thinks you're dead."

"Oh. Are you going to eat that slice of tomato?"

"You can have it," Joey said after a hesitation. "But did you hear what I
said?"

"Yeah. Everyone thinks I'm six feet under. I guess mom's going to be surprised
to see me."

"Shit, Tim. That's the understatement of the year. Don't you get it? She's
going to get really... emotional, and if you just stand there like you're a
tree, it's going to just make it worse."

"She's going to get emotional?" I said, finding the concept a bit bitter. "Then
I'll wait in the plane until after you.."

"Fuck that shit," Joey said. "You're the one who wanted to go home. You're the
one who said take me to my mom. Well, you're the one who's going to have to
calm her down after she falls to pieces hugging you. Shit, that is if she even
recognizes you. You need a haircut, not to mention a bath and a shave. Come to
think of it, your hair should have been turning blonde by now. I wonder why
it's still dark brown."

"I used to have blonde hair?" I said trying to imagine it. "That would look
weird."

"Not as weird as when I had black hair," he said with a touch of amusement.

"Black hair.." I said. "Yeah, now that would be weird."

I looked over at him and found him deep in thought, his face displaying the
discomfort the memories he was wallowing in were causing him.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?" he said, snapping out of his trance.

"Make yourself feel bad by thinking about what you did."

"Because I... Shit, I don't know. I guess I can't help it. Shit, Tim. I hope
you don't ask something like that when your mom she sees you."

"Yes... I suppose you're right. Okay then. What should I do when she gets
emotional?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Just be happy to see her and hug her back and stuff.
Don't go overboard or anything. That would be even worse than not doing
anything at all."

"Do I kiss her?" I asked, thinking of the foreplay we had done with the girls
before I had given it up for being a waste of time.

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll want to kiss you, so you might as well. But like I said,
don't go overboard. Just one or two kisses, then just play it by ear. We're
not trying to fool her, just keep her from going into shock."

If I hadn't known the true reason for Joey's nervousness, I would have thought
he had a fear for landings. If I could have felt emotion, I probably would have
been feeling pretty disgusted with his tense and nervous mood. When the captain
announced we would be landing soon, Joey started to fidget, then during the
descent he started making peculiar jokes that caused people to stare.

"I think I'll just hide in the bathroom, okay?" Joey said urgently as soon as
the seatbelt sign went off.

"Stop making a scene," I said without emotion. "You're going to have to go
ahead of me just to warn her before I come out. Then you can use the bathroom
in the terminal, okay?"

"Shit. Fucking shit," he said fighting his desire to flee. "Okay, but you owe
me big time for this. Shit, the things I have to do just to keep my conscience
from killing me.."

I watched through his eyes as he make his way off the plane, then nearly had to
go after him when he spotted not just my mom, but his mom, his dad, his sister,
and his nephew. I doubt even I could have stopped him if he hadn't noticed
another person standing beside them.

It took me a few moments to realize the reason his vision had suddenly become so
blurry was because he was fighting his tears as he approached his family. I
gave up on the idea of him preparing my mom for my appearance, for he had ended
up doing exactly what he had told me my mom would probably do. He went to
pieces.

I think Sarah was actually the first to see me, for I noticed her looking
straight at me without really seeing me, then suddenly looked back over at me
just as Suzi gasped.

"Oh shit!" Joey said, practically leaping out of his mothers arms to tell my mom
about me, finding her eyes already staring disbelieving at something while they
watered up.

"Mom?" I said uncertainly before taking another step towards her.

"Timmy?" she said softly. "Is that really... you?"

"I was supposed to try and break it to you before you saw him," Joey said
gently. "He doesn't remember anything yet, but I was afraid he might..."

"Oh my baby," my mom said as she cautiously stepped up to me and looked
intensely into my face. "What have they done to you?"

"I.." I started to say before she carefully wrapped her arms around me and
pulled my head onto her shoulder.

I remembered to return her hug, then found myself very comfortable and relaxed
standing there in my mother's arms as she gently cried and rocked us back and
forth.

When her mind touched mine, her probe instantly recoiled and she physically
pushed us apart so she could look me in the face. Her expression was one of
shock mixed with grief, and then the next thing I knew I was flat on my back
inside a moving vehicle.

"What's going on?" I asked my mom who was sitting next to me in the limo. "How
did I get here?"

"I'm sorry, honey. I panicked when you didn't feel like anything I recognized.
I've removed all of Joey's memory inhibitors from your mind so don't get upset
if you start having flash backs."

"I don't get upset," I said simply. "Where is Joey? I don't feel his link any
more."

"Joey's in the other limo asleep," Suzi said from the other side of the cabin.

"Timmy, please leave him be for now," my mom said when she realized I was
seeking him out.

"Why did you make him unable to share link?" I said after finding him. "He
hasn't done anything to threaten me or anyone else."

"Maybe not that he or you are aware of. But the possibility does exist that you
both are under the control of someone else. Just wait until we get home so your
father can check you both out. I've gone over your memories as much as I can,
but I can't seem to get around Joey's... cryptic mind, and you don't have your
memories back yet."

"Samantha?" Suzi said before I could respond.

"Yes, dear. I think its safe enough, but only for a few minutes, all right?"

"What?" I asked as my mother and Suzi changed places.

"I just wanted to... To see you, that's all," Suzi said softly. "Oh Timmy,"
she said with tears filling her eyes. "I know you don't remember this, but I
have to tell you now incase I don't get another chance.

"I once told you I couldn't fall in love with you again so soon, but the truth
was I.."

"You.. You were my... girlfriend once, weren't you?"

"Yes! Yes I was!" she said excited. "I was until about a year ago, then..
things happened to us..."

"But weren't you Joey's girlfriend?" I said a little confused.

"Well, yes, but I was yours too at the same time. The three of us were lovers,
don't you remember that much?"

"No," I said honestly. "What do you mean the three of us were lovers? How
could both Joey and I be your boyfriend at the same time?"

"You and Joey were lovers too, Timmy," she said carefully. "That's why I said
we three were lovers."

"But Joey's a guy, and I am too. How can two guys be lovers? Are you trying to
confuse me? Or is this some kind of joke?"

"You really don't remember any of it, do you?" she said after a moment's
silence. "What about Eric? Do you remember him?"

"Eric... I'm not sure."

"Suzi, I think that's enough for now," my mom said, putting her arm around her
shoulder in comfort. "He'll remember soon enough, just like you and Joey did."

"I know, but.." she said brushing her hand across my cheek.

"Are all American women so emotional?" I asked them. "Because if they are,
maybe I should go back to Mexico."

"Over my dead body," my mom said before Suzi shut her gaping mouth.

I closed my eyes to ignore the looks on their faces, and found myself feeling a
bit sleepy so I drifted off after a while.

I woke to find Suzi again at my side, her face overflowing with their emotions
while she smiled at me and said, "We're at a gas station and your mom wanted to
know if you needed to go."

"No, I don't think so," I said, wondering if Suzi would be interested in a quick
fuck.

"I'm going to ride the rest of the way in the other limo so I can talk to Joey.
But before I go..."

For a moment I didn't realize she was kissing me, but as soon as her tongue
slipped between her parted lips, I was instantly hard and ready to go.

I was almost inside her before her struggling finally made it through my arousal
to my brain and I stopped my dick's advance.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!" Suzi cried when I let her go. "You're NOT Timmy!
You're some kind of.. Just stay away from me, whoever you are!" she sobbed as
she stumbled out of the cabin.

"Women," I simply said, frustrated.

My mom didn't say a thing when she returned, but I could tell she was concerned
about what had happened, so I brought the subject up myself.

"If Suzi didn't want to fuck, why did she stick her tongue in my mouth?" I
blurted out.

"There is more to love than just having sex. You used to know that better than
I did."

"What does love have to do with it? I've had sex with lots of girls, but I've
never loved them. I don't even love you, but that wouldn't stop me from fucking
you if I had the chance."

"Tim!" she said shocked. "Don't ever say something like that again, you hear
me?"

"Why not? It's the truth. You have a great body, so why shouldn't I want to
fuck you. I've fucked women much older than you, and I knew several sons in
Mexico who loved fucking their mothers."

She seemed hypnotized by my playing with my hard dick openly in front of her, so
I continued for a few minutes until she suddenly reach out towards it.

I didn't expect her to pull my shorts up like she did, for she had found the
idea of sucking me off very tempting to say the least.

"Now you listen to me, young man. Your name is Timothy Jasper Brandton, you're
seventeen years old, and I am your mother. Right now you haven't a clue about
what is right and wrong, but over the next month you're going to recover your
life's memories and regret many of things you have done so far since you woke
up. You would never forgive me or yourself if we had sex, so don't EVER tempt
me again like that. Do I make myself clear?"

"Understood. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, Timmy," she sighed. "You're so... cold. I'll never forgive Gladius for
what he has done to you."

"Gladius? Who is Gladius?"

"Don't worry about that now," she said as she started taking off her clothes.
"Get undressed, honey."

"I thought you said we weren't going to fuck?" I said complying with her
request.

"We're not. I'm tired, but I want to hold my son in my arms for a while before
going to sleep. Is that all right?"

"I suppose," I said, disappointed. "I just wish Suzi could have let me... Your
breast.... It is leaking.."

"I know.. They tend to do that when you have a baby that favors one over
another," she said, carefully manipulating her right nipple between her fingers
to cause a stream of milk to squirt out into her other hand.

"I don't know why he doesn't like this side," she said, tasting the puddle of
milk in her palm. "It tastes fine to me."

My voice shook as I said, "May I taste it?"

She looked up at me, then thought for a moment as I stood there with my dick
bobbing with my pulse.

"Timmy, I will let you only because you are my son, and that seventeen years ago
you were the one I was making milk for. But... You have to promise me that you
will not do anything more than that. I'm not sure if I could stop you or myself
from going too far, so you have to be sure you can stop yourself first, all
right?"

"I won't fuck you mom. Now that you explained it to me, I won't let it happen."

"All right then," she said, laying down on the bed which she had pulled out of
the limo's couch. "Be careful when you start. It is very sensitive because
Richie doesn't use it, even a little painful. But once you start the milk
flowing, it will feel better so you'll be able to go a little harder then."

I was strangely nervous as I laid down in front of her facing her chest. I was
excited, aroused, yet there was a sense of tenderness and desire to please her
too. She shuddered when I carefully licked the single drop of milk off her
nipple, then after a moment's hesitation, I pressed my lips to her breast and
instinctively curled my tongue to capture the liquid already dripping from her
teat without my having applied any suction.

"Careful, baby!" my mother gasped when I momentarily forgot myself and sucked
rather hard. "That's better.. Just start slow, then work your speed up, and
slow down again before you stop. That's right."

The taste of my mother's milk was at first rather unpleasant, but as I learned
how to use my tongue to aid my suction and got more milk with each suck, I got
over the strange taste and found it to be quite good.

Without realizing I was doing it, I rolled my mother onto her back so I could
lay on top of her while I fed. I suppose you never lose the instincts you had
for nursing as a baby, for after I got comfortable, I started to jerk my mouth
up and down once in a while to get more milk out in a larger gush.

The gasps my mother emitted were entirely pleasurable by that time, and while I
no longer had a hard on, I was certainly having a good time.

I didn't think about it when I moved my mouth to the other nipple, and I wonder
if my mom did either right away. But just as I was started to get the milk to
flow good, she gently pushed me off saying, "I'm sorry, honey. We have to save
that one for Richie."

It took a moment for that to sink in, then I remembered the fact that I hadn't
kissed her yet and decided now was an appropriate time to do so.

"Thank you, mom. That was the neatest thing I've ever done. Or at least the
neatest thing that I remember," I said before placing my lips on hers.

She accepted the kiss on the lips with only mild hesitation, but when I probed
her lips with my tongue like Joey had taught me, her reaction was that of
complete surprise. But when she didn't try to pull away or resist in any form,
I decided it had simply been because she hadn't expected it and pressed my
tongues advance into my mother's mouth.

Some of my kissing experience must have returned, for the kisses we exchanged
were loving if passionate. When I had had my fill and stopped to rest for a
moment, I noticed my mother seemingly aglow in her joy.

"Thank you, baby. You don't know how long I've waited for that," she said,
rolling us back onto our sides, then indicating to me to face away from her.

As my mom pressed herself against my back, giving me little kisses on the neck
and cheek, I found myself feeling very sleepy, probably due to the warm milk in
my stomach and the feel of my mother's hand rubbing my chest.

"I think I remember doing this before," I said sleepily. "You were a lot bigger
then."

"Shhh..." she said in my ear. "I love you, my baby."

"I love you too, mom," I said, snapping my sleepy eyes wide open when I realized
it was true.

My eyes drooped back down quickly though, the milk and warmth having the same
effect as it had seventeen years before. The last thought I had before slipping
into the bliss of sleep was wondering where my teddy was, and if my little baby
brother had his.


Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 2 Big Shoes to Fill
(mc mf)

"Timmy, please try to be sensitive to his feelings when he first sees you?" Suzi
said as she rung the doorbell. "Don't just walk in and say Hi, Eric."

"Hi, Eric," Suzi said when he answered the door.

"Hi Suz," Eric said surprised. "I would have..."

Suzi stepped out of the way so he could see who was standing behind her, and
after a brief moment of not recognizing me, Eric's face became chalky white
before he rolled his eyes up and promptly fainted.

"Eric!" Suzi said scrambling to break his fall as he collapsed to his right.
"Tim, just don't stand there, help me!" she said holding on to his limp
shoulders while partially straddling him.

I stepped inside, then after looking around a moment, I shut the door.

"That was a lot of help," Suzi said frustrated as she laid Eric's head gently on
the floor and stood up. "Help me get him onto the couch, and please be.."

"..careful," she said as Eric's body got up and went over to the couch all by
its self.

"Was that okay?" I asked her.

She just sighed, then went to sit down next to Eric without a word.

"He cut his hair," I mentioned as I walked over and stood at his feet.

"He cut it for your funeral," she said stroking his forehead and cheek. "Eric
and I helped each other through it, but he still hasn't gotten over it. I wish
you could feel things again. He hasn't been the same since you..."

Eric stirred, so Suzi slipped down the couch a little further, then bent over to
give Eric a kiss on the lips. I watched patently as Eric's arms and hands
sluggishly came to life, raising themselves to hold Suzi's head steady as he
obviously began returning the kiss.

I wasn't sure when the kissing actually stopped, for they seemed to have a few
moments just looking in each others eyes before he said, "Sorry if I scared you.
That guy looked like Tim for a moment. I thought it was his ghost or
something."

"Eric, he's not a ghost. See?" she said getting excited while moving over so he
could see me again.

"Hi, Eric," I simply said when his expression this time was simply one of shock.

"Grrrr," Suzi said, but I ignored her since Eric had sat up.

"But how? I saw the explosion.." he said, reaching out to touch me, stopping
before he did. "Are you sure it's him?"

"Sure I'm sure," Suzi said, sitting behind him and draping herself across his
back. "But he isn't himself, so don't get upset if he doesn't act right."

"I still don't remember everything," I said carefully. "But I do remember us and
some of the things we did."

"I don't understand.." Eric said. "How can he be alive when they confirmed he
was in the car when it hit the train? They found his body..." he said before
shuddering.

"His mom said his dental records were switched with someone else's, and that
someone was who was in the car when the train hit it."

"My mom and dad both pretty much suspected I wasn't really dead. I've never had
a cavity, and the body in the car had two fillings. But they couldn't tell
anyone because they were trying to find out who did it."

"She did tell someone," Suzi said. "About a week after the funeral, she called
me and asked me if I could help her go through some of your stuff. I didn't
really want to, but I knew if I didn't go I'd never forgive myself. When I got
there, she took me to your room, but instead of going through your stuff to
pitch what we didn't want, she told me about the fillings and asked me to help
her look for anything that might be missing or a clue to who could have taken
you."

"I didn't know you knew," I simply said, sitting down on the couch next to Eric
after he had made room.

"You mean all that time.." Eric said looking at her. "All that time you spent
with me after the funeral, you knew he wasn't really dead? Why didn't you tell
me!?!"

"I'm sorry, Eric!" Suzi said, seeing how upset he was. "She made me so I
couldn't tell anyone, especially you. They thought whoever took Tim planted the
memory of his death in your mind, and didn't want to take the chance that you
might somehow warn.."

"I can't believe you lied to me," Eric said with tears running down his face.
"You were the only person who made me feel like I could live without him, and
all that time you knew?"

"Eric," Suzi cried when he stood up. "Please don't feel this way?! I didn't
have a choice! I wanted to tell you so bad, but I couldn't because Sam.."

"You're being very emotional for no reason, Eric," I said, standing up and
catching his arm as he turned to leave the room. "My mom must have programmed
her so she couldn't remember it when she was with you or anyone else. She never
lied to because she simply didn't know except when she was alone or with my mom
or dad."

"Oh," Eric said, my calm words having penetrated his chaotic emotions to reach
his intelligent self. "So she really was as miserable as I was?"

"Eric, I was even more miserable," Suzi said between tears. "You only lost Tim.
I lost Tim, Joey, and Brandon," she said before placing her face between her
arms on the sofa's arm rest and started to cry in earnest.

"I'm sorry, Suzi," Eric sobbed, rushing up beside her and kneeling on the floor.
"I..."

Eric fell apart at that point, but accepted Suzi's embrace so they could cry
together. I stood there wondering how I ever managed to put up with their
emotional instability, then recalled times where I had been the one who was
crying in their arms.

The nice thing about not feeling emotions was I had a lot of patience for
practically everything. I calmly waited for them to settle down, then handed
them the box of Kleenexes I had been holding, Eric snickering at me for doing
so.

"What?" I said, not seeing what he thought was funny.

"You wouldn't understand, Timmy," Suzi said sniffing and grinning.

"What exactly is wrong with him?" Eric said after studying me a moment.

"We're not sure, exactly," Suzi said. "He doesn't seem to have any.. feelings."

"She means I don't seem to experience emotions like the rest of you do.
Actually, I don't consider it to be a bad thing. I can think much clearer
without my emotions getting in the way."

"But what about the good ones?" Eric said, reaching up to grasp my hand.

"What about them? They were just as distracting as the bad ones, and good
feelings seemed to always be followed by bad ones."

"You sound like that guy from Star Trek, Mister Spock," Eric said while peering
into my eyes like Joey had. "I can't believe you won't feel anything from me
doing this."

The only reason I allowed him to kiss me was because I hadn't expected him to do
it like that, and even though I wanted to pull away to end the kiss, I clearly
saw the damage I would do if I rejected him like that.

But the kiss only lasted a few moments, then Eric was again gazing into my eyes
with a more desperate expression on his face. He looked in my eyes for several
minutes without saying a word, then finally he tensed up and backed away with a
colder expression than I had thought possible for his face to make.

"That's not Tim. Tim's dead," he said with conviction.

"It is Tim, Eric. He's just not.."

"I know what you said. He isn't himself. Well, you're right. He isn't himself
because he isn't Tim. He does look a lot like Tim, and maybe he has some of
Tim's memories, but I know... I KNOW it isn't him."

"You're being emotional again," I pointed out.

"Get out of my house, you fake," Eric said coldly.

"Eric, I know it's hard, but it really is Timmy. Just give him some time to
remember.."

"Suzi, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you and Mr. Spock need to leave
now," Eric said with a rough edge to his voice. "I have chores to do."

"But Eric!" Suzi said desperately.

"I think he's right, Suzi," I said. "Let's go. He just needs time to think."

"But.." Suzi said, not resisting my hand leading her to the front door.

"Bye Suz. I'll see you at school tomorrow," Eric said with stern but a shaky
voice.

"Good bye, Eric. I hope you feel.. less emotional," I said before closing the
door after us.

"Yeah, I bet you do," I heard him say before he let out a sob.

"Tim, we can't leave him like this," Suzi said, turning to go back inside.

"Suzi, right now your mind is clouded with your feelings for him, but if you go
back inside and try to convince him I'm who I am, you'll only alienate him. Let
him get over the shock, then talk to him. You had the same reaction when you
kissed me and I tried to fuck you, remember?"

"I guess you're right," she sighed. "I didn't want to believe it was you, but
after I calmed down, Joey and I talked and... I think I'll go over and see Joey
now. Do you want me to drop you off? Or will you go with me?"

"I'll go with you," I said as she leaned into me with her arm wrapping around my
back. "I still don't understand why he was so afraid of my memories returning.
I know he wasn't himself, so why would I blame him for what he did?"

"You really don't, do you?" she said, stopping us and facing me. "Can I ask you
something that might sound strange for me to ask?"

"I don't see why not," I said.

"Does anyone matter to you?"

"What you do mean?"

"Like, if your mom or dad, or Joey, or even me just suddenly died, would you..
even care?"

"Care? Or do you mean grieve? To be honest with you, I don't know. But I'd
rather not find out. I pretty sure I would miss you. Is that good enough?"

She didn't answer me right away, having gone around to the other side of her
car, so I waited for her to let me in. She hesitated before unlocking my door,
then looked me in the eyes like Joey and Eric had when I sat down.

"I'm sorry, Suzi, but whatever you all keep looking for in my eyes just isn't
there anymore," I said calmly. "Maybe it will come back when I remember more,
but right now I'd much rather not have to wait through another emotional scene
before we go over to Joey's."

She stiffened from my words, then after she closed her eyes for a few moments,
she started the car and pulled out without making a single sound.

"By the way," I said after a long period of silence. "Joey said a few things to
me before we got on the plane that you might like to know."

"Like?" she said softly.

"He said that even while he was raping girls and planning things to get back at
me, he still loved you."

"Well, he sure had a funny way of showing it," she said coldly.

"He couldn't take the chance of losing control of himself and hurt you when he
was with you. He said that's why he stayed away from you. And I know you were
the real reason he didn't want to come back with me."

"What do you mean, I was the reason?" she said, glancing at me for a moment
before returning her eyes to the road.

"Joey said he was afraid you would hate him or fear him or something. He said
he couldn't handle seeing it in your eyes. Why does everyone look for emotions
in other people's eyes? I've been watching other peoples eyes ever since Joey
said that, and I still haven't seen anything."

"What else did he say about me?" she said softly, ignoring my question.

"I don't think he said anything else, but when he got off the plane and saw his
family was with my mom, he was going to run before they saw him, but then he saw
you and didn't."

"He did? How do you know if he didn't... Oh. I guess you were linked with
him."

"I was watching out of his eyes until they started tearing up. Why did you go
to the airport anyway? You didn't even give him a hug like everyone else did."

"He didn't seem to want one," she said with a few sniffs. "I thought he didn't
care about me anymore, but now..."

"Suzi, if you need to cry again, pull over and let me drive. I think I remember
how."

"No," she said, speeding up a little. "I'm okay."

A couple of minutes later, Suzi swerved into Joey's driveway and jerked the car
to a stop, her excitement making her hands shake as she pulled the keys from the
ignition.

But before getting out, she looked over at me with a big smile and said,
"Thanks, Timmy. For telling me, I mean."

"You're welcome," I said just as her car door slammed shut.

"Shit, Suz," Joey said from the front door. "You probably left tire marks on
the driveway from the way pulled in. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You want to know why am I in such a hurry?" she said grinning as she walked up
to his face. "This is why."

Joey stumbled backwards when Suzi threw her arms over his head and kissed him
with every ounce of energy she could put out. He clung to the door handle
behind him with one hand until he had slid down to the ground, then used that
hand to help hold her against him as they continued to exchange their passionate
and loving kisses.

They didn't even stop when Margaret opened the door to see what was causing the
door to creak, and they ended up blocking the door from closing when Joey laid
down across the threshold, halfway in, halfway out.

"Shit, you two," Margaret said when they finally came up for air. "Next time
you're going to do that, do it somewhere besides the front door. I don't want
to have step over you if the house is burning down."

"Sorry, mom," Joey said turning red.

"Now get yourselves off the floor and let me close this door. Shit, you'd think
we were trying to air condition the whole outdoors! Oh, I'm sorry Tim. I
didn't see you there," she said after nearly closing the door in my face.

"How do you feel?" Joey said to me after giving his mom a hug for the heck of
it.

"I'm fine. I wish people would stop asking me that."

"Sorry," he said giving me a friendly pat on the back.

Then he turned to Suzi and said, "I take it you two have been talking about me?"

"Look in my eyes, Joey," Suzi simply said. "What do you see in there?"

"I see.. I see.." he said grinning. Then his smile disappeared and he said in
complete sincerity, "I love you Suzi."

"I know that now. I'm sorry that Tim had to tell me. I should have.."

"Shhh.." Joey interrupted. "Let's forget what we did or didn't do, and just
concentrate on the now. I swear to you that I have never loved another as much
as I love you."

I left them in each other's arms in the hallway and joined Joey's mom in the
living room watching TV.

"What' wrong, Tim? Don't you want to be with Joey and Suzi?"

"Sure I do. But right now they don't have room for someone like me."

"What do you mean they don't have room for you?" she said sitting up concerned.

"Sorry. Poor choice of words. What I mean is, they're having an emotional
moment that I can't partake in. Did you get a satellite dish while I was dead?"

"What? Oh.. Uhh, yes. Yes we did," she replied with difficulty.

She wanted to talk to me about my problem, but like so many others, she felt it
was inappropriate and was hesitant to do so. But then she remembered who it was
she was talking too, the little boy who had asked her so many questions that had
required frank answers from her, and so she decided it was time to collect on
some frank answers of her own.

"Tim, your mother told me you were having troubles with feeling emotions, but I
never.. Do you feel any at all?"

"Unfortunately, yes. But I'm working on eliminating it."

"What? Why?"

"Because.. Well, right now I'd love to have sex with my best friend's mother,
and I know that isn't something I should do."

"You're serious, aren't you?" she stammered.

"Of course I'm serious," I said, finding the movie uninteresting as my arousal
continued to grow. "I don't remember, but have we ever fucked?"

She studied me a few moments, then looked down the hall finding Suzi and Joey
had disappeared.

"Not properly, no," she said in a hushed voice. "I've had dreams.. nightmares
really, where you or Joey changed me back into that creature.. I'm sorry, Tim.
I keep forgetting you don't remember a lot of these things."

"That's okay," I said flatly. "I'm used to it."

"You left some pretty big shoes to fill, so don't let yourself get swamped by it
all when you start feeling like your old self. Joey, Suzi, Tom and I have all
gone through it, so you can always talk to one of us if you need to, okay?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Con...ner..." I said just as my awareness began sensing something.

"Tim, what's the matter?" she said with rising concern.

"I think.. I think I better find... Joey."

I nearly stumbled out of the room while my mind continued picking up... movement
of some kind, movement that wasn't there.

"Joey," I called strongly yet not panicky. "JOEY!"

I heard his reply, then a door opened from down the hall just as I started to
become disorientated.

"Tim, what's wrong?!" Joey said as I dazedly sank to the floor.

"I.. don't know.. I'm dizzy and... I keep... feeling something... Lot's of
somethings... floating around my.. and your head... In your head..."

"Awe shit," Joey said, realizing what was happening. "Tim, listen to me.
You're going to start seeing the symbols, but I want you to promise me you won't
lose yourself in watching them. You pay attention to what your other senses are
telling you, you got that?"

"Yeah, I got that. So... So this is normal?"

"I guess it is for you," he said as Suzi walked up behind him.

"What's going on?" Suzi asked. "Why are you on the floor?"

"I'm just a little... dizzy," I said before closing my eyes and giving in to the
sensations which were trying to overcome me.

I don't know how long I was out of touch with the outside world, but when I came
too from being engulfed in a sea of symbols, I found myself in bed in a slightly
familiar room.

"This isn't my room," I stated for the record before getting up and walking to
the door.

"This is Joey's room," I continued to say as I walked out into the hall, dressed
only in my boxer shorts with a visible woody that I ignored.

"Well look who's up," Margaret said from the dinner table as I entered the
kitchen.

"How do you feel?" Joey asked, putting down his fork and standing up to help me
if I needed it.

"Hungry, a little stiff, but other than that, I'm fine. What is that?"

"Spaghetti," Joey's father said, "Pull up a chair, son."

"Joey, do I like spaghetti?" I asked while I grabbed a chair from the corner and
sat down at the table.

"Yeah, you do. You love mom's spaghetti sauce. You used to take some sauce
home with you until you figured out how to make it yourself."

"I would have thought having a preference in taste was an emotion," Tom
speculated.

"I never thought of it that way, and since I definitely do not like spinach, it
must be something more physical than emotional."

I took a bite, then took another, finding the taste to be somewhat familiar. It
was on my third bite when I noticed everyone staring at me, so I said, "MMMM..
Good," and continued to shovel it away.

I was just about to start on seconds when I started feeling a little dizzy
again, and said so.

"Do you want to lay down?" Margaret said concerned.

"I don't really.. want to even move.." I said, while things swirled around me.

"Shit, dad. Maybe we should have taken him home like you said," Joey said.

"Too late now," I said as I felt the movements intensify. "I'm starting to feel
something else going on... Where's Suzi?" I said, trying to keep my attention
on the outside world like Joey had told me to do the first time.

"Huh? She went home over an hour ago."

"Oh. I wonder if she forgot to..." I said before shuddering from the intensity
of the new sensations I was feeling. "Has anyone watched the weather? I'm
thinking of going sun bathing tomorrow and want to get a good tan," I randomly
said with some trouble.

"I'm going to call Samantha," Margaret said, getting up.

"Tim, speak to me buddy. What's goooiiinnnggg ooonnnn..."

Time seemingly slowed to an almost stand still before my very eyes. Or more
like my mind had sped up to the point where everything around me was no longer
moving. In fact, I couldn't budge a muscle, even my breathing seemed to have
stopped.

Then just as suddenly, everything returned to its normal speed, my earlier
attempt to move causing me to jerk myself off the seat. Then as I got back up
on my chair, I became aware of the symbols flying around their heads, and a few
coming at me from Joey.

"Hey, I see symbols everywhere," I said calmly. "Do you know what they all
mean?"

"Shit, Tim. You had me scared shitless for a moment," Joey said he sat back
down. "You're the only one who knew them all as far as I know. I can decode
one at a time, but you're just going to have to wait until you remember them to
know what they all mean. It would take me forever to do them all."

"Oh.. Can you pass the sauce please?" I said, deciding to get on with the
business at hand.

After talking to my mom on the phone to reassure her, then eating my fill of
spaghetti, Joey took me home for the night.

"Joey, Suzi said we were lovers at one time," I said while we sped down the
highway. "We really didn't kiss each other, did we?"

"Heh.. Uhm.. Hmm.. Well?.. Yeah, we did."

"Oh. Then it was okay that we did?"

"Yeah," he said without commenting.

"Did I ever kiss girls then?" I queried, thinking of the way Eric had kissed me
earlier that day.

"Fuck, yeah. You weren't no fag, ya know. I mean.. Shit. Can't you just wait
until your memory returns? I don't want to bias you accidentally. You really
don't know how easy it was for you to do that to me when I was recovering from
my wipe."

"But... I just have one more question."

"Oh, all right. What?"

"Do you expect me to ever kiss you again?"

"Shit, Tim. Why don't you just ask me the million dollar question..."

"That isn't an answer."

"I know it isn't. Look, right now my mind is still buzzing from what Suzi and I
did today. Fuck, I'd kiss you right now just because you made that happen, but
it isn't the kind of kiss you're talking about. I guess the plain and simple
truth is, I don't know."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'd enjoy kissing you. It
wouldn't be right."

"I guess then that means we won't ever find out the answer to your question," he
sighed. "Well, I know one thing for sure. I do like kissing Suzi, and I'll
always be grateful for you getting us back together. Thanks, Timmy."

"You're welcome," I said automatically before sensing the first twinge of
another emotion, one that I couldn't immediately identify.

"By the way, how are the twins? I haven't seen them yet, and you haven't
mentioned anything about them."

"The twins? What twins?" I said, trying to remember who he was talking about.

Joey looked over at me in shock, then quickly pulled off the road and jerked to
a stop.

"You mean you haven't seen Joy or Honey since you've been back?"

"Who? No, I haven't. Were they our girlfriends too?"

"No.. I mean.. Well no, not girlfriends. Shit. I guess I'm coming in with you
after all," he said as he looked over his shoulder and pulled back on the
highway.

I observed he was going at least thirty miles an hour above the speed limit from
that point on, and I was considering saying something when he took an exit ramp
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