Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now originally it was all going to be 9 parts, but… Someone said the first one was too long, so I’ve decided to split all of these up into smaller posts. I thought I’d try a different look, but you guys didn’t seem to like it, so I’m going back to the old way. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part Twenty-Three By: Rass Senip

+++ Chapter VI: 9th Grade, Summer 1986 – Summer Camp Campers Part 4 – It’s Good To Have Friends (mc, TP-Mast)

The sensations of a glass of soda at my lips awoke me, and I greedily swallowed the drink, finding myself very thirsty. Mick refilled the glass as I found myself in Joey’s bunk with Joey beside me. Mick handed the glass back to Joey who held it for me as I drank it down. My head still hurt, and I was feeling pretty tired physically. I started to remember what had happened, then moaned as I realized what I had done. “Come on Tim, keep drinking,” Joey said. “I know you got a headache, but you have to fix Bethany before she wakes up.” “Where is she?” I weakly asked. “On Jerry’s bunk. Gina and Dana managed to get her back in her bathing suit, but… Shit Tim. You both got a bit scratched up fucking like that under those trees. I don’t know what you could do to cover that up. What happened anyway? How did you loose control like that?”

“I pushed her too far. She was so horny… Holy shit. She’s telepathic or something. She made me as horny as I had made her. We kept doing it to each other and couldn’t stop.” I tried to sit up, finding every muscle sore. “Man am I sore,” I said before drinking down the third glass. We heard Bethany moan and all three of us looked over at her. I turned pale realizing I would have to do something right then. “Shit,” Joey said, looking back at me. “What are you going to do?” “For now, put her back to sleep until I can figure that out. Man, my head hurts. Shit. Here goes.” I had to lay back down and close my eyes before I could even try. And then I had to imagine Bethany’s mind in Jerry’s bed since I didn’t dare to attempt feeling it out first. I successfully sent her into a deep sleep, but my head exploded with pain from the attempt.

My cry startled Mick enough to drop the two liter bottle of cola. He managed to recover it before too much spilled out. The pain was bad enough to produce tears. I couldn’t drink anymore soda in fear of throwing up what I had already drank. I was aware of Joey speaking to me, but I couldn’t concentrate on their meaning. I felt Joey’s hand rubbing my bare chest, but that only marginally helped. He tried to comfort me the best he could, even giving me a few pecks on the forehead like my mother would. He said something again to me, then I felt his very modest attempts to probe my head. I felt a surge of frustration come from him, then suddenly he formed a completely different kind of connection.

Relief washed over me while I felt Joey shudder then let out a deep breath. I opened my eyes and said, “Wow Joey. What did you do?” “I don’t know. I was trying to figure out how I could help you, and when I couldn’t get anything from you I could make any sense out of.. I guess I wished I could take on some of the pain for you.” “What’s going on?” Mick said. “Joey did something that got rid of my headache. And I don’t feel anywhere near as tired,” I said sitting up. “I don’t have a headache either, but I feel a lot more tired than I did before. Maybe I shared my energy or something with you.” “Sounds like you shared your life force,” Mick said. “Huh?” I said at the same time Joey said, “What do you mean?” “You know. Like when you die, your life force is all used up, and your soul leaves your body. I read somewhere that your life force is like what drives your body, and when you get sick or hurt, your life force had to be recharged before you get better. I’m not saying I really believe it, but I thought it made sense here. Joey shared his life force with you.” “Well, what ever you did,” I said moving over to Joey. “Thanks.” I kissed Joey tenderly, then remembered Mick wasn’t too comfortable about that kind of stuff.

I broke the kiss and looked over to Mick feeling a little embarrassed. My cheeks turned a little red, but I managed to prevent a full blown blush. “You’re welcome,” Joey said before following my gaze. Mick just blinked several time without showing any kind of expression. “Do you guys, like, do that a lot?” he finally asked. “Not really,” Joey admitted as he sat up beside me. “We’re kinda close though,” he added while putting his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. “I guess we love each other a lot like we do Suzi.” “Yeah, but we usually only do stuff when Suzi’s with us too,” I said, resting my head against his. “We don’t think of ourselves as gay. Just… closer than best friends I guess.” “So you guys don’t usually go fucking each other, or give each other blow jobs?” Mick said seriously. Joey and I had to look at each other for a moment, then Joey straightened up and said, “What we do, we do because if feels good and we love each other. I don’t find other guys the least bit sexy, and the thought of giving another guy a blow job makes me sick. If you have to know, yes, we fuck each other. But we do it because it feels awesome to, especially if you’re in the middle.” “Shit, I miss Suzi,” I realized out loud. “Me too,” Joey said.

Mick looked at our suddenly somber faces, and after a few moments of consideration, he said, “You guys really do love each other. I mean the three of you. Well, if it makes any difference… I guess I’m okay with that. I mean, when I watched you two screwing on the beach, it was pretty disgusting. But the way you guys… kiss… Well, I almost wish I had something like that too. But I’m not interested, if you know what I mean.” I saw he was telling the truth, but at the same time he felt a little lovesick. I shared my probe with Joey, then said, “Come ‘ere, Mick,” making a space between Joey and I for Mick. “Why?” he said hesitantly. “Relax,” Joey said. “Trust us. You’ll like it.” “And it isn’t sexual like you’re thinking,” I added. Mick sat down between us. He jumped when Joey and I wrapped our arms around him and laid our heads on his shoulders. But after a minute like this, we felt Mick relax. He even put his own arms around us and gave us a short hug. “Thanks guys. I guess I needed that,” Mick said as we broke our group hug.

My eyes rested upon Bethany’s sleeping form, and I immediately felt a wall of guilt hit me. “Shit. Joey, I’ve really screwed up this time. Bethany was a virgin.” “OH SHIT!” I added, remembering her fertile state. I reached out to her womb, trying to sense if I could detect anything. “What?” Mick said. “Oh, MAN!” Joey said when he read my thoughts. “He thinks he got her pregnant!” “Shit!” Mick agreed. I spent over ten minutes scanning her insides before giving up. “I can’t find anything, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Damn, what am I gonna do?” “For now, just do something so we can wake her up. The way you gulped that soda down, she’s gonna need some water too. Then we can call your mom or something. She’ll know what to do.” “Good idea,” I said as I began scanning her mind.

A few minutes later, I said, “This is weird. I can’t find any trace of her being a telepath except when she was crazy with horniness. I don’t even think she could do it on her own. Some how I triggered it, but I can’t figure out how.” After discussing it with Joey and Mick, I put her in a mindless state, allowing her to drink and clean herself up without her awareness. Once she was sleeping again, I contacted my mom. My mother’s instructions allowed me to actually locate Bethany’s fallopian tubes and its hair muscles that push her eggs and/or fertilized embryo into the uterus. I used these muscles to locate the egg, but I still was unable to determine its state. I operated her internal muscles to work sterilized water from the nurses’ office into her uterus. I flushed her out several times, practicing my control while also making sure the egg wouldn’t meet any sperm on the way out in case it hadn’t been already fertilized.

Once I felt confident enough with directly controlling all of the muscles necessary, I added a small amount of baking soda to some fresh sterilized water before working it into her vagina and uterus.