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I don't really know how to begin this tale.  Some would think me to be a kook

or someone that has escaped from "Westbrook" (the local home of the substance

abused) here in the city.


One weekend on a Saturday, I had nothing to do and I had what was know as

"Cabin Fever". I had to get out of the house.  All my friends were either

out of town or doing something meaningful.  Damn, that played on my mind

heavy that day.


I decided, rather than lie here in the bed all Saturday and play with my-

self, I would get up and take a walk to my old haunts in the woods nearby

my house.


When I was a little fart, I lived not more than a mile from where I am now.

I used to go down into the woods and play in the creek, make paths, etc.

All the things us kids would do in the woods.


I grew up and went to school, joined the service for 6 Yrs, got out went to

work........"Cabin Fever"...........Go away!  My thoughts quickly changed.

I got up and dressed and went down to the woods that I played in as a child.


Progress had taken a part of them.  But there were some of the old woods

remaining.  I found an old path I remembered and began to walk into the

woods totally relaxed and my thoughts away from the big cruel world.

I didn't think I would see them, but something told me to look in certain

places.  There they were.  Some of the old marks and carvings in the trees

or on the rocks in the creek.  I had put them there some 35 years ago.


As I progressed through the woods, I planned my route.  I was going to find

the path back in the direction of my house now and take it home.  Even after

35+ years, it seemed as if I was just yesterday.  It all came reeling back

to me, every step of the way.  I guess you don't forget everything.


I sat down for a moment to rest against a tree.  I guess I must have been

there a couple of hours, because I was stiff as a board from sitting on the

cool ground.  My right hand was aching a little, too.  I looked at my watch

and .........."SHIT"......... it was damn near 5:00 PM.  I like to sleep and

all that, but this is bullshit.


I completed my journey anyway, but a little disappointed with myself for not

making the most efficient use of my time...I had just gotten up.  Why did I

go back to sleep in the woods?


When I got back in the house, I noticed the answering machine light was

blinking. I pushed the button to hear the message.


"Charles?", the voice said, "We are going to the mall for dinner at 7...

call us if you get in before... This is Frankie and it's about 4:30 now."


Well now, at least there was something to do.  I called Frankie back to find

out what he needed.  He and his friend were going out to the mall to eat a

little dinner and maybe take in a 99Th run movie at the $1.00 Cinema.

(Yes, they exist).  Frankie asked if I would like to come along with them.


I jumped at the chance.  Ran into the shower for a quick one and headed out

to meet Frankie and friend.  One thing led to another that evening and we

wound up staying up at a late-night restaurant drinking coffee until 2: A.M.

Damn I was tired when I got home.


This time sleep seemed natural to me.  It smelled like a good idea.  I went

into my bedroom, got naked, and crawled under the light cover.  Sleep came

upon me quickly.  It was as If I had taken Sodium Pentathal or something.

10 sheep, 9 sheep 8 sheep..........Buzzzzzzzzzz.


You ask yourself.  "What is all this B/S? What does it have to do with 

anything?"


Well, my friends.  I had to set the tone of this story.  For what I am about

to tell you is exactly what happened to me after I got to sleep.  I don't

know.  I can't tell you first hand.  That's correct. You heard me.  "First

hand."


Read on, my friends, read on.


When I was in the woods and fell asleep against the tree, my hands relaxed

and feel to my side.  They came to rest on some clumps of Pine needles

there on the ground.  Under the clump under my right hand there had been

an "entity" of some kind.


Let's back up a little here to my bedroom slumber.  I dreamed.  An awful

dream of destruction and persecution.  It went on forever.  I couldn't

figure where I was.  The scenery was not familiar to me.  I was trying

to relate it to symbols that  represent my religious training from years

back....I don't know.


The dream continued.  The story line seemed to change from one to the next.


"This is crap." I said to myself in the dream.


"Wake up, you dumb ass!"  An unlnown voice said.


In the dream, I turned to see my own body.  My thoughts were of that sight.


"POOOOF"!


A flash of bright red light, and I bolted upright in the bed.  


"Damn it", I said, "what the hell did I eat at the restaurant?"


"Nothing to give you bad dreams, Charles."  A voice said.


Shit.  It was happening again.  I just wasn't fully awake from this experience.

I was drifting back into slumber.  Starting that dumb dream over again, or 

getting back into it.


"Wake up, dumb ass!"  The same voice said.


What the hell is this?  My words, my voice, and again, my body there, before

me.  I had read of Out Of Body Travel, but I did not create the correct 

atmosphere for this nor did I practice any of the mind setting procedures for 

this type of thing.  No. No. It was not happening to me.


Well it wasn't.  The voice sounded again.


"Charles". It said.  


"Listen to the sound of my voice, relax....relax....relax...."


Somehow I thought I should fear it.  I had all kinds of thoughts.  You

know, all the childhood Boogie Man stuff?  But the more I heard the 

"relax", the more I did.  There was peace and contentment.  I was

relaxed.


The voice said, "I am Oidar from a world known to your people as Palades."


The voice continued.  


"My people are a peace loving race.  However, something happened to our world. 

 There were changes.  Things were happening to our atmosphere and our soil.  

 Many of my kind were dying of unknown causes.  We banded together to find a 

 solution........There was none.  Our world had been taken over by one of our 

 fellow scientist.  In his quest to perpetuate our race, he experimented with 

 himself.  He mutated into something that was contrary to our way of life.  

 His power grew and grew, and the common, ordinary beings. as myself, were 

 forced to flee and take shelter from his evil power."


"Well". I said. "Oidar?..Oidar, uh yes...why did you seek me to tell all

 of this you have so far?  What does it have to do with me?"


I couldn't quite grasp this and I guess Oidar sensed it. I thought that

if I ever come out of this, I was going to give Frankie hell about putting

something in my coffee.  Damn this was weird.  


The voice and my image continued.


"You are my vehicle," Oidar said.  "My atomic structure is similar to your

 silicon.  However, I can change my molecular structure and virtually penetrate

 anything or anyone I desire.  In the changed state, I require energy from

 my host to survive.  Once in my host, I become a clone of another cell so

 as not to be attack by the host immune system."


I said, "What means vehicle?".


"My friends and I have come to this planet to seek materials that are non-

 existant in my world.", Oidar continued. "We have found them and we need a 

 vehicle to get them to a central storage place as soon as possible.  We will 

 arrange getting it back to our world."


"What's the time frame and what is central for you?, I said.


"We must have it all together by your mid July." Oidar said.


I had vacation coming to me then..That would work out fine.


"And besides, Charles, there will be a reward for helping us." Said Oidar.


"I'm not in the storage or courier business, so please keep the reward.

 Put it to good use for your cause." I said.


"Oh no, no!" Said Oidar.  Our culture does not allow us to do that.  When

 I entered your body there in the woods, I examined your structure, your

 Neuron firing pattern, and the energy stored in your conscious and sub-

 conscious mind.  I know your every want and fantasy."


"Bullshit", I said.  "We have doctors that have studied for hundreds of years

 to do that very thing.  Not one has been able to get into the mind such as 

 describe............Ha!"


"Bullshit......good term." Oidar said.  "You must realize, Charles, that

 our world is far, far, more advanced than yours'.  I have in mind something

 you will enjoy for the rest of your life as you know it on Earth.

 Think about it.  What have you done with your life here tonight with your

 friends?  What about those quick brushes against the younger humans?


Damn, he had been in my mind.  Nobody knows that the closest thing I get

to realizing my fantasy is to get a discreet feel of the butt on a young

man that I wish could be naked here on my bed getting a back rub from me.


I am very coy with this.  I go to a mall or some function like a flea market

and observe the people around me.  If I spot an easy target, I discretely 

brush against him with my palm turned outward.  As I brush against him I

position my hand so that I can feel a majority of contour of his butt and

the deepness of the crevasse.  I can't get it out of my mind for a while.

Anyway, I may say "excuse me", but in most cases I don't call attention to

it, and just forge on past....never looking back.  With my good peripheral

vision, I see the reaction.  Sometimes it's bland and sometimes it's one

of surprise.  I never let on to them I did that on purpose. 


One time I almost laughed out loud at one reaction.  I was a flea market

and I passed by this one young man and touched his butt.  Just by our 

respective positions at the time of contact, amplified the feel ten fold.

He jumped about two feet it seemed.  It must have felt like a big goose.

I've never seen such a sensitive hiney. I felt a big laugh building up in me.

In my peripheral vision, I could see him watching me everywhere I went for a 

long time.  I couldn't even glance his way because I would break into a laugh...

I just know I would.


"Charles, Charles, come back to me Charles." A voice said.


"Uh what?" I said.


Oidar said, "How would you like to contact those that you choose to brush

against? Or better yet, find them at any time you need? Talk to them? Bathe

and sleep with them? Help them discover themselves when the time is right?" 


"Sounds like a Science Fiction movie." I said.


"No, no, quite the contrary." Said Oidar.  "This will be our gift to you for 

 helping us.  If you are going for the feel, you may as well have the pleasure

 of completing your fantasy and making it real."


"There are laws we live by here." I said. "I could not possibly do all of that

 and get by with it.  They would put me under the jail.  I am 40+ years old

 and .........you know the rest."


"Yes, only if you were detected." Said Oidar.  "You will have the ability in

 your body to manufacture a cell that is a duplicate of me except that its'mind

 is your mind, its'control is your control.  When you brush against your

 "target", if you will, you can release this cell.  It will penetrate the

 outer clothing and eventually gain entrance to his body and mind.  There

 you will gain instant contact.  When the time is right, engage in conver-

 sation or however you want to handle it.  You can be here at home.  Your

 minds will have grown together.  Every thought and every sensation will be

 brought to you.  Your eyes are his eyes, his mind is his mind under the

 guidance of yours'.  For now, get some rest.  Tomorrow, I will awaken you

 and prepare you with the details of our venture."


I slept long and hard..it was about noon when I woke.  I didn't hear anything

from Oidar.  It must have been a dream I had during the night.  I might as well

get up.  I stretched and strained pulled on my front end a little and checked

my anal temperature with the thermometer.  Ninety-seven point four degrees.  

Normal enough for me.  I usually run a little lower than the "normal".  I am

not running a fever, so things must be ok.


Getting up wasn't all that hard.  I got dressed and drove out to the local

greasy spoon restaurant to get something to eat.


"More coffee?" A voice said.


I turned around to look in the direction of the voice and there was no one

near.  I guess I was hearing the waitress asking another customer.  I went

back to concentrating on my own cup of coffee.


"More coffee?  How much of that can you drink?" The voice said.


This time I was getting pissed, but what could I do.  There was no one around.

I would look a little silly talking to myself and swinging my arms in the air

at nothing.


Then the voice again.  What the hell?


"Hello, Charles.  I am Oidar.  I trust you slept well." It said.  "Don't answer

 out loud now, but do you remember your dreams of a few hours ago....just 

 think the answer."


It was all real..I had taken on an entity and I was living with it in my body.

The whole story came back to me.  As soon as I got dressed and my mind on other

things, I had put it out of my mind.  It was so ridiculous and quite frankly,

I had forgotten most of it.  Oidar contacted me just now in the restaurant

and related the situation to me again.  Now I have committed it to memory.

Sure feels strange running your life with second hand information.  I like to,

at least, do the research.  It was a relief though, that I wasn't from

Kooksville Funny Farm.

 

I thought of an answer and got a response.  Time went by and Oidar left me 

alone until I started my vacation in mid July.


"Hello Charles." Oidar said.  "It is time to gather my material and go to 

the central location."


"Let's go!" I said with pure excitement.  "Where is it, where are we going,

 and do we need a big truck or something?........Something doesn't figure.

 If time is the utmost, how come you were in the woods there sitting around?

 What if I didn't walk by? You would have been stuck there."


"Remember my race's power, Charles.  I could have latched on to your

 neighborhood cat and come up to you for a pet and tidbit and jump

 off to you like a flea.  But I knew of you basically from the time I

 landed there in the woods.  Your vibrations were like a beacon.  You 

 just didn't happen into the woods.  It was planned."


Shit! I hate to be used and manipulated.  I could have gone all day without

Oidar saying that.  Under the circumstances, I may have done the same thing.


"We have chosen our central location near a town known to you as Lynchburg.

 Do you know it?" He said.


"Lynchburg, Virginia, Lynchburg, Tennessee, Lynchburg what?" I said.


"Hold on, Charles, I am calculating." Said Oidar.  "Lynchburg, Virginia.

 you know about Lynchburg?"


"Where is the material you need and I need to know its size.  I can't carry

 everything in my car." I said.


"We have it ready in a clearing near here in Buckingham.  You know Buckingham?"

 He Said.


I was still a little miffed at being used like that, but I did agree to help

and it wasn't all bad.  After all, if it promoted a little peace and tran-

quility here and there, maybe this world would be a better place.  


We made the trip to Buckingham, which was on the way to Lynchburg, and picked 

up the necessary items.  The items were ten trash bags full of a Slate.  Slate 

is an element indigenous to this area.  It's all over the place.  It's not rare

here.  


Lynchburg was another two hour relaxing drive West.  I didn't know the city

well, but I figured that Oidar had it down pat.  He directed me to a rural route

towards Bedford, Va., just outside of Lynchburg.


"Here." He said.


"Here" was a field near a farm building.  I pulled off the road and found

a path that farm machinery went on, and went on to a clearing. I got out

and unloaded the Slate.


I had a lot of time to think on the way here.  What were they going to do 

with this little amount of Slate? I guess I would find out later.


And I did.  I began to hear sounds of other cars and trucks arrive. The 

driver of each vehicle got out and unloaded their respective cargo.  It

varied from my Slate to Sugar.  As I met each person there, I was told

a similar story as mine.  These guys were from all parts of the state with

different wants' and different needs.


Oidar spoke to me.


"Get all your friends here to form a big circle over there in the clearing."


We did that.  And when the circle was complete, the ground began to shake a 

little and then there was a blinding flash of light.  After our eyes adjusted

to the shock of quick light to dark, there before us was an image of a 

Monarch of some kind....complete with Mace and Crown.  He was speaking, but

the words formed in our mind.  


He said.


"I wish to thank each and everyone here tonight.  All of the materials

 you collected for us will go to combat our maniacal ruler's evil ways.  They

 will go together to form a highly potent compound that will reverse the evil

 one's mutations and bring our world back to peace and tranquility.  We will

 see to it that nothing like this ever happens again.


 Each of you were promised a reward.  It is against our basic law to ask for

 help and not reward our host.  Each reward has been decided for you by the 

 entity you carried in your body.  I am the combination of all entities here

 tonight.


 Now I must ask one more task of you.  Go back and get the materials, and place

 them on the spot you are standing now, return to your respective vehicles and 

 get out of this immediate area for your own safety.  Each one of you now has

 his reward.........good luck in your future endeavors and thank you again."



Out of pure respect for this experience, we all left the area in awe.  None

of us were speaking much to each other because of our emotional state.  We just

left the farm to return to our respective homes, but not before I looked back 

towards the farm one more time to observe my first "UFO".


It was beautiful.  Just like the one in Spielberg's "Close Encounters of The

Third Kind".  Lights, noise, the whole works.  And in an instant, there was

another large flash of light, and the craft vanished.




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Vacation for me was nearly ending and "cabin fever" was creeping in again.  I

called my friend Frankie and asked him to dinner at the mall joints and 

possibly take in a movie or something.  He didn't have a problem with that,

so we went.  I hadn't thought of Oidar too much after the incident.  I would

think from time to time if my part in it helped any at all, not much more

than that.  


Frankie and I got to the mall about the same time and I began to scout out

possible "targets" to catch a quick feel of their hiney.  This was nothing

new to me at all, I do this every chance I get.  And then it hit me.  I 

remembered that Oidar got into my mind to reveal my inner most secrets.  Had

the part about the reward been true also?


No time like the present to check it out.  Where was a target?  Ah.........there

..yes, there.  Move up. Slowly...Palms out...Slowly..."CONTACT"!


He was a cute little bugger.  About 5 feet tall, blond, tight-muscled little

ass, and not a mark on his handsome face.  He had very smooth, tanned skin and

looked to me about thirteen.  The "contact" was eventful.  My fingers formed

around the most perfect set of cheeks I had ever seen.  My middle finger was

positioned firmly in the crevasse.  He was "loose".  He was wearing boxers.


"Loose", as opposed to "tight".  That is to say, my finger had no trouble 

going deep into the crevasse.  He said "excuse me" to me.  Me....Ha.  As if

it was his fault for bumping into me.  If he had only known. I told him that

it was no problem and went on about having dinner.  Otherwise he didn't even

notice the split second feel he received from me.  Something else I should

mention here.  The hand I used was tingling just as it did when Oidar entered

me.  


My emotional state at that time was riding high.  I could not get over the 

feel.  I didn't connect, at first, this tingling sensation with Oidar.  But

later as the evening past, I begin to think more and more about it.


The evening with friend Frankie and I went well.  Nothing special about it, but

well.  We stayed out until about 3:00 A.M. or so, seeing a $1.00 movie and

drinking coffee, etc, with other friends we met later.  I got home about

15 minutes later tired again as usual.  First thing I did was take off my

clothes and flop out on the bed.  Hardly had time to roll under the sheet

before I was asleep.


I guess I started to dream.  I had the sensation of a weight on me.  I opened

my eyes.  I had pajamas on.  I knew better than that.  I don't wear pajamas!

I sat bolt upright in the bed.  What bed?  What the hell is this?  Maybe I'll

try to observe and relax.  I thought about Oidar's reward.  How will I comm-

unicate with my private cell?  Do I call it by a name or just say "hey cell"?


"Cell will do, sir."  A voice inside my head retorted.


Oh shit,  here we go again.  Here goes.  I said,


"Cell!  Are you like Oidar? 


"No!" Cell said.  "I am you, and I am I, within a host.


"What the hell does that mean, Cell?" I said.


"Just that I am you by thought and word, and I am I, within the host.  I am a

 part of the host's structure too."  Cell said.


Sounds good to me.  I guess I wouldn't want to be chased by those antibodies.


"How do I get to you when I want to, Cell?"  I said.  Are you dormant until I

 call you?  Or what?"


"I am like a resident program in a computer." Cell said.  "When you call me, I 

 activate.  If you instruct me to do so, I will send messages to you when our

 friend here is in a position to be communicated with privately.  Remember, I

 am a part of you.  You are in control.


I could see myself driving down the road and I get a flash of an image and run

off the road.  I needed to think about this a while.  I didn't want any sur-

prizes.  I needed to set some standards for what I wanted to do.  For example

find out his name, etc.  Or connect to his mind, think as he thinks, see as he

sees.  I had a thousand questions.


I fell back to sleep just thinking about it.  I had to put this new found

experience to the test, so when I got up in the daylight and got that first

cup of coffee, I began to write down a series of procedures.



1)  Connect with his eyes to observe his environment. (Friends/family,etc.)

2)  Connect with his other senses.  (Learn particular sensitivities..Ticklish?)

3)  Connect with his mind. (Make him believe his ideas were original.)

                           (ex: Undressing in front of the mirror.)

4)  Connect and communicate when ready.



Maybe I would come up with more later.  Try these for now.  I went into the 

living room and sat down in my comfortable chair and relaxed.


"Cell," I said, connect eyes.


In an instant, I was looking at unfamiliar territory.  Pictures on a wall in

a strange (to me) house.  I began to see through my "connected" other people.

Some were older and some were younger.  I assumed them to be family members.

Next, I connected with his other senses, just to observe.  I found out a lot

that way.  I found out that his name was Andrew and he liked most things

scientific in nature.  All you have to do is listen.  You learn a lot.


Andrew went out to join some neighborhood friends in some sandlot softball.

You know how that can be.  Dirty and dusty......Hmmmm, smells like a bath.

after the play time.  They must have played for three hours it seemed.  I

could feel Andrew getting tired.  I could see the others were too.  They

decided to go to the local Burger Doodle for some nourishment.  "They" say

that if you can't keep up, take a lot of notes.  I took a lot of notes about

Andrew and the social interchange with his friends.  Some of them were just

as delectable as Andrew.  I had to figure a way to get to them also, later.


It was about 4:30 P. M. and the group broke up to go to their respective homes

I had connected with Andrew's mind sometime earlier, but I didn't peruse it

until now.  I didn't know how to make a request of him without him hearing me.

Cell interjected with "Just think it".  Seemed reasonable to me, so I did.


"Bath,......bath", I thought.


And it was if by magic, Andrew went into his house, up to his room and prepared

for a bath.  This is the moment I had been waiting for all day.  Damn, this

gift really works.


Andrew started with his shirt and tee shirt, then his shoes and soxs.  I was

a getting hard on already just thinking about it.  Andrew passed by a mirror

over his dresser and I saw that he had a small tan line showing above his 

pants.  I couldn't wait.  I was getting a little tense myself.  Next Andrew

took his long pants off, walked over to his bedroom door and carefully peeked

out to be sure the hall was clear.  He probably didn't want to be seen in just

his underpants.  Heaven forbid his mother or older sister see him...My, my, my,

such modesty.  


From the bedroom, Andrew darted for the bathroom, went in, and quickly closed

the door and removed his underpants.  He was completely naked.  I could feel it,

see it, hear it, and smell it, as I sat there in the comfort of my own home

and took it all in.  


Andrew was not at that age to where he paid attention to his attributes.  Not

once did it dawn on him to touch himself and give his member a little tug.

Andrew reached over and started to draw the water for his bath.  I thought.


"Look in the mirror at yourself." 


Andrew did it.  There in the mirror I could see through his eyes his full front 

view.  He had a cute front end.  The ball sack was almost at that break over 

point and his shaft was about as round as a small test tube in a toy chemistry 

set and about four inches long, just hanging out there.  Best of all, he was 

hairless.  I had him reach back and run his hands along his little cute butt.  

I had him stand up on his little brother's potty chair, turn around so that 

his hiney would be in full view of the mirror. I then had him turn his head 

around to look over his shoulder and eye the reflection of his hiney in the 

mirror.


My senses told me that he was tingling all over his body.  I believe he was 

feeling the juices flowing into his lower body and becoming sensitized in his

front end.  Andrew still did not connect the two things he did in the mirror

with these feeling, at least consciously..............But, never fear...HINEY

MAN is here.  It will come in good time to him, this connection, with my help. 


I sort of left him alone after that for a while.  I just let him take the 

bath as simply as possible.  Only I gave him some gentle hints to accidentally

come across his anus and feel the sensation of a small finger (or object)

on or in it.  After that I dis-connected.  I was getting a hard on that 

wouldn't quit.  I went into my bedroom and spread the sheet back, placed

a towel on the bed, put a anal stimulator in my rectum, got a handfull of

hand cream, and proceeded to stroke my dick hard.  When I felt the boiling

stream of my reproductive fluids building up in my groin, I turned over and

gyrated my hips holding my hand steady with the fingers wrapped tightly

around my dick.  I continued to pump my fist until I had released all of

the pent up tensions and my dick went soft.  I had thought of Andrew there

with me all this time.  And the anal stimulator was his virgin front end

stuck in my wanting rectum.




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It was about a month later that I even thought about Cell.  The episode of last

month had me obsessed with one thought and it was draining me.  I had to slow 

down, it was on my mind constantly and I couldn't do my job at work efficiently.  




Not only did I come up with the procedures, I composed a few ground rules for me 

to follow.



1)  Do not over stimulate your subject.

2)  Observe as much as you can so you can find out more about your subject.

3)  Be sure that "When" you open the voice channel that the time is right.

4)  Establish a rapport with him so he gets used to you.

5)  Do nothing to make him feel that he is going crazy and tell others about

    what is happening. 



I think that if I follow these rules, I will build beautiful relationships that

will last a long, long, time.


Well the week-end was here again and it must have been a full moon.  Cabin Fever

set in.  I went out as I usually do on Friday night and stayed out late into the 

morning. When I got home, I was on such a coffee high that I was zooming.  


"Cell?" I said.  "Are you there?"


"Yes." Came the answer.


"Question!" I said. "If I wanted to go into another subject to do the same thing

 with him as I do with Andrew, how do I do that.  I touched some hiney tonight

 at the mall, but nothing happened.  I'm glad that it didn't, because I am not 

 through with Andrew yet.  Do I have to get you out of Andrew so I can put you

 in another boy?  Because, if that is true, It may take a long time for me to 

 get Andrew to meet me.  Would I have to get Andrew and the other boy together

 somehow?  They may not know each other or they are from opposite parts of the 

 city." 


I hate these long winded questions.


"I am Cell," He continued.  You have the ability to create clones of me and

 identify them as Cell-1, Cell-2, etc.  You must keep track of what Cell went

 where.  They respond to their name as I do.  Just, for example, say "Cell-1

 awake", and go do your touch of the subject.  Simple."


Yes it was simple enough, even for me.  I subscribe to the K.I.S.S. Method.  

That is, KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID....


Now that I had some of the nagging questions out of the way, I got naked and

went to bed.  It was time to find Andrew.  I said,


"Cell, connect with Andrew."


"Done." Was the reply.


I wish Cell didn't sound like a computer.


The image of my room blacked out.  Andrew was asleep.  I could hear the 

rhythmic pounding of his heart and the slowness of his breathing.  So genteel,

so refreshing, so and innocent it sounded.  I consulted Cell to find out if I

could make him dream of a situation.  Plant a seed, if you will.  There was

a method and I employed it.  


I had him dream one of those dreams where you suddenly find yourself naked in

a familiar place.  Everybody has had those dreams.  Anyway, I just happen 

along in his dream, saw him like that,  and offered him my coat.  I gave him 

the most puzzled look on his face as I could.  In this dream, I led him over 

to a public phone so that he could call his parents to come get him.  The coins 

were in my coat pocket.  The number on the phone was mine at my house.  I had

him get a good look at it.  I released him from the dream and thought, "Wake up 

Andrew."


I sensed Andrew stir and open his eyes.  I had him get up and go to his desk, 

turn the light on, and visualize the telephone number he had seen, write it 

down on a piece of paper, and return to bed and back to sleep.  Me too.  I had

Cell remain on guard for any changes.  As the dawn turned into a bright morning,

Andrew awoke naturally.  And thanks to Cell, so did I.


Andrew went into the bathroom and drained his bladder and washed his face.

He went back into his room and got out of his pajamas to chance into his regular

clothes.  He was still wearing his boxers under his pajamas.  I would have to 

put a stop to that.  I had always thought of boxer shorts like the ones you have

to wear in military boot camps.  But these were not the usual kind.  These 

looked as if they actually fit and wouldn't bunch up and wrap themselves around

your dick or stick up your ass.  The kid looked good in them.


I laid there in my bed watching Andrew for the better part of the morning.  It 

was a typical day for a thirteen year old kid.  All the usual things like feed

ing the family pets, normal interchanges with relatives, a little of this and 

that.  About 11:00 A.M., Andrew's friend James came by for a visit.  It seemed

that James and some of his family were going out to Overhill Lake and wanted to

ask Andrew along.  It just so happened that Andrew's parents were in a good mood

and let him go with James.  


"Perfect." I thought to myself.


"Perfect." Said Andrew.


Damn, I had to watch that.  I'm still connected to him, but I was so elated 

over the situation that I reacted.  Overhill Lake has a bath house for people

to change out of their wet clothes and into dry ones, or vice versa.

I was hoping that there would be an opportunity to go in there when it was in

use by other kids.


"Let's go, James." Andrew said.  "Let me go upstairs and get my bathing suit

 and towel and stuff."


 "Ok," said James.  We can change into our suits out at the lake.


That was fine with me.  These boys' mind run in the right track.  Ahhh yes,

this was going to be a fun day.


The ride to the lake was nothing to rave about.  In fact I drifted off to sleep

for those few minutes.  When they arrived, Cell woke me up.  James' parents paid

the admission for Andrew and James.  They went straight to the bath house to 

change.  


The area was full of kids and adults in various stages of dress/undress.  I had

to get Andrew to observe the scene without it being so obvious that he was.  

There were all shapes and sizes in there.  But, closer to home, there was James,

his older brother Scott,(by two years) and his father.  I wasn't interested 

in his father though, he was about forty.  Not in my league.  I was more inter-

ested in James and his brother.  What did they look like naked?


Andrew started to get undressed and so did James and his family.  I had Andrew

carefully observe.  Somehow, the modesty that Andrew had shown yesterday, was

not there.  I wonder if the fact that he was a "boy" and everyone there in the

bath house was one too?  Andrew just undressed and changed into his racing type

bathing suit carefully observing James and his brother, Scott. 


James was slightly darker than Andrew.  His heritage is Souix (Su) (an American

Indian tribe in this area hundreds of years ago). The family name was Birdsong.

How did I know that?  That's an old Indian name around here.  I must have been

further into Andrew's mind than I thought. His facial features were very

striking. He had high cheekbones and bedroom black eyes.  His body was smooth

and hairless.  His front end was about the same as Andrew's.  Cool air must have

hit James, because his member had withdrawn into itself and made it look shorter

than it really was.  James turned in modesty to pull up his bathing suit.  When

he did, I was watching through Andrew's eyes.  James had a different shape hiney

than Andrew, but just as nice. It was not as firm as Andrew's and it was heart

shaped.


James's brother, Scott was fifteen years old.  He would be a BMOC here shortly.

At fifteen, you can get a drivers permit (learners) here in this state. A full

permit can be had at sixteen.  Before you know it, he would be sixteen and would

be driving all the pussy he could get, around town.  Careful observation by me

(with the help of Andrew) revealed that Scott was built on the same order as

James and a little taller, but he was developing hair around his member and his

hiney was a little more round and muscular.  I could see that Scott was going to 

be a teaser to someone in the near future.  His shaft was just out there loose 

and it was 5 inches long at least.  I wondered what that would be like hard.  

Its'diameter was a little bigger than James or Andrew.  Just the right handfull. 

By fifteen, I am sure, Scott had discovered himself by now..and I wasn't there

to help him at the time.  DAMN!


Andrew, James, Scott and the father finished dressing and headed for the water.

I disconnected at this point, because I had seen all I wanted to see for the

time being.  My time to shine was later tonight.  Andrew would be ready for 

another bath at bed time.


I made it a point later that evening to get home and connect with Andrew to

plan my strategy.  I found him sitting at his desk in his room working on a 

model of a big Navy ship.  I watched every move.  Andrew had to open the desk

drawer up for something to go on the model.  It was a typical kid's desk drawer

full of items.  Items.  The only word to describe it.  One item in particular, I

noticed through his eyes, was a plastic medicine dropper.  I had him take that 

out and put it aside for later, and then watched him work on his model more.


It was around 8:00 P.M., and Andrew was getting a little tired because, the day

had been big for him with all the swimming, etc.  As he moved in his chair, I

got a whiff of something.......and it wasn't model glue either.  Smells like

bath time to me.  Well I guess it did to Andrew too.  He got up to take his 

clothes off and get in the tub.  Only one thing different here.  Andrew was 

carrying the plastic medicine dropper with him.  Andrew drew his bath water,

tested it for temperature, and got into the tub and taking a washcloth, a bar 

of soap, and his new bath tub toy, the plastic medicine dropper.


The water was fine and refreshing.  I could feel the therapeutic effects on 

Andrew immediately.  His muscles relaxed and his pores opened.  He took the 

soap and washcloth and began to wash his chest and neck.  Next he began to 

wash his lower body.  Andrew brushed past his front end with the washcloth 

and soap.  Andrew jumped.  His front end was relaxed and extended.  Not 

shriveled up.  He must have touched a nerve down there, but it felt good to 

him.  Andrew rubbed it again.  It tingled and began to move.  It was beginning 

to reposition itself vertically and become harder to the touch.  Andrew rubbed 

across his hardened member again and it felt good to him.  Much easier to wash, 

anyway.  Andrew stood up in the tub and looked at his new excited member as if 

he had never seen it before.  He just took it for granted that he had one and 

that all boys and men have them.  He didn't understand why it was in the 

hardened condition.  In fact, he never thought much about it at all. Kids 

thoughts at that age tend to wander about and he got back to the project at 

hand.  That was to finish washing.  


Andrew took the soap and cloth across his hiney and the back of his legs.  He

first soaped his butt and legs and scrubbed them with the washcloth.  Somehow, 

his fingers slipped off the soap and his hand went a little into the crevasse of

his butt and brushed by his little rectum.  Andrew jumped again.  He had done

more than brushed by his hole.  His little finger accidentally went into it

about 1/8 Th. of an inch.  Andrew didn't think much about that, it just tickled,

and he laughed about it, but when he sat down in the water again to rinse off

Andrew noticed, and I noticed, that his front end was throbbing with every beat

of his heart, and was rock solid.


There is something to be said about anal stimulation at such an early age.  It

is so innocent and beautiful, that when a young lad discovers himself, that it's

the first point of discovery.  The connection between thinking about ones' rear

end or touching of one's hiney hole and the rising of the front end is quickly 

made.  However, I think, the reason the anus is so revered, and people talk

about it as something taboo, is because it is clouded in mystery.  You can't see

it.  It's behind you.  And it is covered by the skin and muscle of your butt.


Andrew slid down a little in the tub where his head was just above water and he

was resting on his back.  He brought his knees up to the fetal position.  There,

floating in the water was the medicine dropper.  Andrew took it in his hands to

examine it.  He didn't know why he had brought that into the tub with him, but I

was going to help him find out.


The medicine dropper was a graduated 1/8 Th. inch opaque plastic cylinder

about three inches long rounded over at one end to form a 1/16 Th. inch hole 

and a rubber squeeze bulb was at the other end.  Andrew drifted off into thought 

and filled the dropper up with bath water and squirted it out again several 

times.  Suddenly his left hand fell back into the water and began to naturally 

form around his left butt cheek.  The fingers of the hand naturally rested in 

the crevasse. And the middle one came to rest against Andrew's anus.


While Andrew was lost in thought with the medicine dropper, his front end had

relaxed and become soft.  When his finger touched his anus, Andrew's front

end began to spring to life and got hard again.  Something clicked.  Andrew

took the medicine dropper down into the water and guided it carefully into 

his anal cavity.


I could feel it along with Andrew.  Andrew had not ever had anything in his

ass before like that.  At least not to his knowledge.  It tickled, but yet

it felt pleasant at the same time.  Andrew pushed the dropper gently until 

he felt a slight pressure inside him.  The tip of the dropper had found the 

inner wall of Andrew's anal cavity and he stopped pushing.  It seemed that

was as far as he was going with it tonight.  He let it stay in for a while 

longer and observed that his front end was saluting him.  He could feel his 

member throb.  It was a very pleasant feeling.  Andrew removed the dropper.  

It felt the same going out as going in.  He was getting that look, the one

you get when you stay in water too long.  Andrew got out of the tub, dried

off, bent over and put the dropper into his hiney again.  This time he 

wrapped a large towel around him and went into his room and closed the door.


I disconnected at this point.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  I went into

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I had fallen to sleep afterwards.  When I woke, my body was stiff and cold.  I

got up to take a shower.  Damn, it was ten O'clock.  How long had I been there

in the bed?  I got dressed and went out again to the local watering hole for a

beer and conversation.  I took a "Ann Landers" Pole some time ago where the 

questions asked about your lifestyle.  That is if you were an early riser, or 

you stayed up at night, and other related questions.  Your response would det-

ermine whether you were a "Morning Glory" or an "Owl".  I qualified for the 

"Owl" position.  No question about it.  Thank goodness, too.  I would have a

hard time keeping up with Andrew.


I returned home around 2:00 A.M. still wired from the beer and the long rest in

the middle of the evening, that I was wide awake.  Well if I had to be up, 

everybody was going to be up.  "Cell, connect!", I said, getting into a com-

fortable position.


It happened as it did Friday night.  The room went blank as before.  Andrew was 

asleep.  I searched Andrew's mind for any residual thoughts of the bath time

experience.  There was one.  I captured it and expanded on it.  It was the

medicine dropper in his rectum.  It seemed to be the most memorable to him.

It was the pleasure it gave him.  I can't wait until Andrew discovers the 

connection between the anal stimulation and his front end rising to salute.

I must help him along with that, but only naturally.  


I began to enter Andrew into the dream state.  I had him dream about being 

back in that familiar place again, but this time he had all his clothes on.

In his dream, he walked down a hallway of a familiar building in town.  He 

passed many doorways, seven in all, each with a number on it.  The first one 

was 2, the second one was 3, and the third one was 3.  The numbers made no sense 

to him.  Andrew to looked in each.  Inside were people varying in ages and

different degrees of dress/undress.  His ultimate goal was to get to the end of

the hall.The numbers on the doors taken in sequence, resulted in my home phone 

number. When Andrew got to the end of the hall, I was there in the last room, 

the one with the "0" on it.  The last digit in my phone number.  And I was 

naked.  This made no sense at all to him.  Most dreams don't at the time, they

are just full of symbols.


I brought Andrew out of the dream and back to normal.  I could sense some 

agitation in his pajamas.  It was his front end moving around to a state of

simi hardness.  More or less just extending itself.  Andrew awoke briefly,

reached down to re-adjust his member to a more comfortable position, and 

went back to sleep and began to dream again. This time on his own.


I watched his dream with amusement.  It was more or less a recount of that

day's activities.  His mind was releasing the tensions of the day.  It was

Mother Nature's way of keeping the balance between sanity and insanity.

There was a slight modification though, I was in it.  That day's ride to

Overhill Lake was featured.  In front of James' parents car was a taxi cab.

On the back of the cab was an advertising sign.  Printed on it were the words

"Hello Andrew!...233-3170".  Their car passed the cab in the other lane.  When

it was up even with the cab, Andrew looked to the right.  The driver of the cab

was me.


Andrew's dream ended at that point.  I had Andrew wake up then.  I had him go

over to his desk, turn on the lamp, and write the number of his dreams down on

a piece of paper.  Afterwards, he cut the light out and went back to bed, but 

not before he took the new bath tub toy, that wonderful feeling medicine 

dropper, out of his desk drawer.


Andrew had worked up quite a sweat tossing and turning in his dream state.  

His whole body was moist.  He took the dropper in his right hand, turned on 

his left side and moved it down below the waistband at the back of his pajamas  

and underpants.  Probing carefully, he easily found his anus and gently inserted 

the plastic tube of the medicine dropper.  It was such a pleasurable feeling, 

that he was back to sleep in minutes.  I had nothing to do with this at all.  

I was quite surprised that Andrew had done this on his own.


Again, Andrew's member was getting hard.  I sat back to monitor his body and his 

dream state.  He went into several nonsense dream.  But one, was a naked dream.

Andrew was naked again in his dream.  He was in the same building and same hall-

way.  When he got to room 0, I was there, naked.  I asked him to join me in the

room and to come closer.  He did.  I touched his little member and gave it a 

gentle rub and it squirted at me.  Yes, it was Andrew's Life Force.  It was his 

first ejaculation.  And when Andrew woke up the next morning, the front of his

pajama bottoms was damp and his shorts were stuck to his body.  Andrew felt down

there.  It was a sticky mess.  Andrew has had his first nocturnal emission.



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I had connected with Andrew many times after that.  Just observing  and helping

him to understand what was going on.  But it wasn't the same as actual physical

contact.  I needed to talk to him via the connection, and then talk to him face

to face.  How was I going to let him hear my voice in his head without going

into shock.  I needed him to call me on the phone.  For many nights, I had put

my phone number in front of him.  He had even written it down.  Before I make

the two-way path to Andrew's hearing, I had better prepare him.


Every connect session I had with Andrew put him further and further towards

wanting to know more about his sexuality.  To whom was he going, to answer 

the questions that were filling his head.  "Big Boy" talk at school was 

confusing.  He had heard them talk amongst themselves about beating off and what 

that did to you.  Some said it would make your dick fall off, some said they 

never did it, some would tell you all sorts of wild stories.  Of course, you not

wanting to seem like an uneducated olf, would take it all in as if you have 

experienced it for years.  Andrew did not know what to believe.  His father was 

not always at home for him and he was too embarrassed to ask his mother.  Asking the kids

at school would be disastrous to his reputation.  The same with his P/E Coach.


One Saturday night at bath time, I connected to Andrew.  It was time to help

him over the edge.  He took his clothes off in his room and made a mad dash to

the bathroom taking the medicine dropper with him.  He drew the water for the

tub, but he didn't draw as much as usual.  It was just enough to cover his legs,

etc., but would leave his front end free in the breeze.


Andrew got into the tub and settled down into the warm water.  He slithered down

until the only thing above water was his head and his hardening, cute, four

inch by one-half inch, penis.  He reached for the soap and began to lather his

body all over.  He took the soap and went along the crack of his hiney and

brought it back up across his hardened member.  This felt good to him.  Andrew

applied more soap to his member and then stopped.  He took the medicine dropper

and inserted it into his anus.  His cute little penis was quite stiff.


Andrew could not stand it any longer.  His little penis was begging to be

touched.  He had an a feeling in his body that he had never had before.  Every

muscle was tense.  Every nerve was on fire.  Andrew liked this feeling without

question.  He took his member between his thumb and forefinger of his right

hand.  He gently began to stroke this new shaped hard member of his.  First up

and the down.  This didn't seem to do much for him, so he clenched the rest of

his fingers around his member and gently stroked up and down.  He did this for

about three minutes, and as if by magic, all of the pent up energy concentrated

itself in Andrew's penis and testicles.  The more he stroked, the better it 

felt.


I thought that Andrew was going to pass out from all the activity.  His head

was turning from side to side, his eyes were rolled back into his head with

the extacy of the moment, and he was moving his member in rhythmic, up and down,

fashion to meet the demands of his right hand.  Suddenly all of the concentrated

energies released.  A rush of sperm shot out of Andrew's four inch member into

the air and onto his abdomen.  It looked to me about two thimbles full.  The

excitement was over.  All the pent up energy had been released and Andrew's' 

body fell limp there, in the water.


Andrew was drained.  He had many questions now about his sexuality.  He had

only heard the big boys talk about this.  And what was that word.......fuck?

Yes, fuck, that was it.  For a few minutes, Andrew lay there day dreaming

and not moving, trying to gather strength to wash off the soap and other mess

off his body.  He took his index finger and playfully scribed my telephone 

number in the soap on his chest.  Then he washed the whole thing off, got out,

dried off and went back into his bedroom to prepare for bed.


It was time to make a two-way path to Andrew's hearing, soon.  Andrew remained 

in the bath towel.  He did not get a pair of pajamas out to put on right away.

I let him lie there naked on his bed for a while thinking about what he had

done.  Later he got out a pair of pajamas and put them on.  But this time, he

didn't put any underpants on underneath.  That was a start, no underpants.

Next step, no pajamas.  He jumped in bed and got under the cover and enjoyed

his new found freedom.  Something seemed different to him.  There was no

pressure from the elastic of his underpants, he had none on.


With the mental connection to Andrew, I had him keep my telephone number with

him.  Everywhere he went, every dream  and every activity in the dreams,  My

number was in front of him.  One day he would call me, just for the hell of it,

to see what the number represented.


One night, Andrew was dreaming a controlled "naked" dream where he was in the

same familiar  building and hall way.  There was a telephone in the hallway

that had not been there before.    Andrew came to my room "0", and wanted help.

I gave him a quarter for the phone.  Andrew went over to the phone, dropped in

the quarter, and noticed the legend on the front of the phone.  "FOR HELP, DIAL

(804) 233-3170".


Andrew dialed the number.  There was an electronic ringing sound in the receiver

of the phone.  On the second ring an answering machine picked up with a message

designed for Andrew.


"Do you want to know the why and how of you?", the message said.  "Do you want

 to know how beautiful nakedness can be?  Charles can help.  Charles can help.".


And then the dream ended.

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