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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #13

A little at a time, all my faculties began to return to me. It was as if my tumor was shrinking and all its effects were reversing. I almost began to feel normal for the first time since the Wuzzle party was over, several days ago. Maybe this anomaly isn't a tumor after all. Maybe it's just the part of my brain that controls my psychic powers and maybe, just maybe, I had caused an abnormal amount of swelling to occur because I had overused my psychic powers that day. Perhaps if I refrain from using my powers for a few days, the swelling will automatically go down, and I will return to normal in every sense of the word. I'll wait and see what the doctor has to say about it.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Xavier said, sitting at my bedside, looking like the world was about to come to an end. "Promise me you won't go dying on me now, Simon! Okay?"

"I don't know how I know it, Xavier, but something inside me is telling me that, what I've got is not a cancerous tumor at all," I explained. "I don't know exactly what it is yet, but I can tell you, I know it's not what they think."

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" Xavier asked.

"Good question," I groaned. "I know I'm going to have to take it easy and stop using my psychic powers for unimportant and trivial things. I think I need to save my abilities for the more important things only. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to die from it, at least, not today."

"I sure hope you're right," Xavier sighed. "I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. After thirteen years of not even knowing I had a brother, we finally found each other. This can't be all the time we get to have together. It wouldn't be fair!"

I was so sure of myself that I did a little test. I prepared myself and sent Xavier a tiny psychic burst that said, simply... "I love you brother!"

Xavier's eyes widened, telling me he had received my surprise. He immediately responded by sending back an equally brief reply, saying... "You're the best brother a guy could ever hope for!"

It did cause me a twinge of pain though, both sending and receiving. It was a dull, tender, sensitive sort of ache that made me wince ever so briefly. Thankfully, it was nothing like the epic shock I experienced earlier. It was like I was bloated inside my head instead of my stomach, or the stuffed feeling I get when I've overeaten. In any case, there's nothing I could do about it but sit around and wait for the stuffed feeling to diminish as the swelling subsides over time.

A few moments later, my foster mom and dad came back, bringing with them a very attractive young woman.

"Simon," my dad stated quite stoically. "This is your doctor. Of course, you couldn't really know that because you've been unconscious up to now. She's going to fill you in on your prognosis."

"Hi Simon, I'm Doctor Riesman," she said, introducing herself and shaking my hand. "I've been following your case very closely since you arrived here. I'll get straight to the point. You have a small mass in your brain, located between the Frontal and Temporal lobes, just behind the eyes and unfortunately, it is located in an area of the brain where surgery is extremely difficult, and in some cases, impossible. The mass itself is quite small and almost imperceptible, but the swelling is what caused all the trouble. It looks like the inflammation is fluid based and not actual mass growth. The reason why we're all so worried is, common brain tumor growth usually occurs very slowly. Your tumor began to swell very rapidly, which rendered you unconscious. Most symptoms can occur as tumors press against important surrounding structures, such as nerves, blood vessels and glands, or as they invade and destroy healthy tissue. When you arrived, we did not expect you to survive the night. We couldn't operate until at least some of the swelling went down. The swelling was so pronounced and rapid that it looked like the pressure that was building, might totally cut-off the essential blood flow, enough to cause death. We administered Decadron and put you on an anti-inflammatory regimen right away and waited to see if that worked. Luckily, you seemed to respond to it very favorably. I actually didn't expect to find you conscious so soon."

"That all sounds really bad," I said. "But, I'm feeling better now. Can I go home?"

"Your positive attitude is very commendable and essential for your recovery, Simon," the doctor stated. "That's good. I admire that, but you still have a serious condition that has to be addressed and a course of action has to be implemented in order to save your life. If you leave here without taking some kind of action, you'll end up right back here, and next time, it might put you in a coma that you might not be able to recover from. Now, I have to confer with my colleagues and staff to determine if surgery is indicated and when we could proceed. Of course, speed is of the essence. I'm sorry but, you won't be going home just yet."

My heart sank, knowing I was still stuck here. Xavier took two steps back and literally collapsed into the chair that happened to be behind him. I no longer felt like I was in a hospital bed, but rather in a jail cell with my rights and freedom having just been ripped away from me. My foster parents already conferred with the doctors and knew before I did that I would be here for the long hall. Even so, my reaction to the news made my mom have to cover her mouth as she gasped.

"What do you mean?" I shrieked. "How much longer will I have to stay? When can I leave?"

"We'll know more soon. I have to finish my rounds," the doctor stated. "I'll be back to check on you later. I'm sure you have plenty to talk about with your parents."

As she left the room, my thoughts shifted away from myself and turned towards my fairly new foster parents. I took one look at them and their distraught faces and I totally broke down again.

"Oh, don't cry, Simon," my mom said, trying to be brave enough for both of us. "We're going to see to it that you get the best care possible, no matter what it takes!"

"I'm sorry," I heaved.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for, Simon?" my dad asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"You were such a life saver to choose me and adopt me. You gave me a home and loved me unquestionably, and now you're stuck with a defective kid," I continued to apologize. "You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me! I'm sorry I turned out to be a burden to you. Everything was going so well, and now I've ruined everything!"

"Oh my God, Simon," my mom said. "Is that what you really think?"

"You may not be our flesh and blood, son, but we couldn't love you more if you were," my dad said. "We're in this together, and we'll get through it together because we love you, no matter what! Do you understand that?"

"Yes," I meekly agreed.

"Good!" my dad shot back. "We'll be right back."

Then, with a false sense of courage, he grabbed my mom's hand and whisked her out of the room with him, barely making it out before they both broke down, barely getting the door closed behind them before I could witness their weakness. The door and walls were not as soundproof as they expected it to be as I faintly heard what they had to say as they stood in the hallway just outside my door. Xavier and I nearly held our breaths as we strained to hear what was said.

"Do you believe this kid?" my dad spoke first as he began to lose his composure. "The boy's got a fucking tumor in his brain and all he's worried about is us and that we've adopted a sick kid!"

"Defective," my mom pointed out.

"What?" my dad asked.

"Defective," my mom confirmed. "He didn't say `sick', he said `defective'. It's not the same thing."

"What do you mean," he asked again.

"Sick would mean, he could get well again," she began. "Maybe I know our son a little too well. When he says, `Defective', he means, we adopted a lemon and we're stuck with him."

"What kind of kid thinks more of us than himself?" my dad asked.

"Our kid, Ted," she sniffled. "Yours and mine, that's whose, the one that's in that hospital bed in there, worrying about everybody else but himself."

"This is not fair!" my dad said.

Then, I heard the two of them begin to walk down the hall and out of earshot.

"Well I don't think you're defective at all," Xavier insisted as he got up out of the chair and sat on the edge of the bed with me. "I think you're right though. I think that the thing they're calling a tumor, is that special organ that only you and I possess that no one else in the world has. It is the very thing that gives us our psychic powers. I also think that passing out was nothing more than growing pains as your powers mature and get stronger. Like your balls, that got bigger as you entered puberty, your psychic organ is growing and maturing as well. I say, unless they can prove that it really is a tumor, and not some anomaly that they've never encountered before, don't let them try to cut it out. It will totally change who you are. You'll lose all your psychic abilities and that's the one thing that makes us different from everyone else. It's also the one positive thing to come out of all the hell we both had to endure all through our years of growing up in the care of the `Company'."

Xavier was certainly no authority, but the majority of what he had to say was undeniably compelling and making perfect sense. Besides, it was completely corresponding with what I was sensing and feeling within myself.

As Xavier climbed up and laid himself at the corner of the hospital bed next to me, we spent some precious time together in blissful peace. It was the first time since we met that we just sat in each other's company in total silence, both in the physical sense as well as the psychic sense. After a while, Xavier cuddled next to me and kicked up his feet, spooning up as close as he could to me. I tried to ignore the aggravating I.V. that was hooked up to my arm and finally allowed a blissful, warm and loving feeling to wash over me, conjuring up memories of the two of us in our mother's womb, being as close as two humans can get. It was a feeling I didn't want to ever stop. From there, it didn't take long before we both got comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Although I didn't wake up, I had a very fitful and disturbed sleep. It felt like my whole body slipped into a black hole and all my cells, atoms, and molecules got spread across the universe in the profound emptiness of space. It was a very disjointed and incoherent experience that somehow made sense of the world in a totally new and bizarre way.

When I opened my eyes again, about an hour or so later, I was covered with sweat from head to toe and had a raging and aching hardon. As I glanced over at Xavier, he was roughly in the same condition. I have no scientific proof for what had just happened, but I was acutely aware that, while Xavier and I slept together in turmoil, we outright healed one another. My own body was already doing a pretty good job of that, but with Xavier's body lying next to mine, we gave each other the much needed boost that neither one of us could've accomplished on our own. Our twin DNA structures were somehow locked together and our two bodies worked in tandem to reach out to each other, allowing our specially engineered genetics to fulfill their programmed sequencing. Even though I was the one to benefit the most from it, Xavier also got some beneficial effects from it as well, sharing some unseen sexual healing and recharging that we never could've foreseen.

Xavier's foster parents came to the hospital to briefly visit me and pick up Xavier, whose visiting hours had ended. They ran across my foster parents, who were still in the waiting room, trying to regain their composure before returning to my hospital room to say goodnight before being sent home. Our two sets of parents joined together, and with their combined strength, made their way to my room. Xavier and I were surprised to see my foster mom and dad return with Xavier's foster mom and dad in tow, all looking like death warmed over. They took a look at the two of us, still groggy and covered with sweat from having just woken up.

"Look at them," my mom said. "They're practically inseparable."

"I know," Xavier's mom said. "Thanks for telling the hospital staff that Xavier was Simon's brother. At home, Xavier was going crazy at the thought that only family could see Simon. They're so close, they could almost be brothers."

As she said that, they all paused for a moment and looked at the two of us, then shook their heads `no', pushing the ridiculous notion right out of their minds.

"They do share a bit of empathy for each other though. Don't they?" my dad asked.

"With them being side by side like that, it's hard to tell which one is sick," Xavier's dad said.

"That's because, neither one of us is sick," I said as Xavier and I sat up.

"That's right, Simon!" my dad said. "You keep telling yourself that. Keeping a positive attitude through all this is the best thing you can do."

"No dad! I'm serious," I stated. "I'm not sick. Let's go home."

"Now, don't go into denial too deeply, Simon," my mom warned.

"It's true!" I insisted. "There's no reason to stay here any longer."

I didn't go into detail about how I knew it wasn't a tumor or how Xavier helped to heal me just now. I just wanted to go home and forget that any of this ever happened.

"You are sick, Simon," my dad said. "They showed us the results of the CAT scan. The tumor is very visible to see, even for our untrained eyes. It's undeniable proof. They have scheduled you for surgery, first thing in the morning."

"No, don't let them do it dad," I screamed. "I can prove that it's gone. Make them redo the CAT scan. You'll see. It won't be there anymore. The tumor, it won't be there, I promise. I mean it. Don't let them cut me open! Please!"

"Okay, okay," My dad said. "I'll have them double check it, all right? Will that satisfy you?"

"Yes! Thanks dad" I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

I thought for a moment that I was going to have to come clean to my parents, the doctors and hospital staff, as well as Xavier's parents, who were still in the room, just exactly who the boy was that I was essentially still hiding from everyone. Having to confess my deepest, darkest secrets about my genetically modified DNA, and the fact that I had psychic powers was not an option I was at liberty to divulge. They would never believe that Xavier had the power too and that we were biological twin brothers separated at birth. Xavier and I have struggled to keep our secret safe all this time and it was a trust I just wasn't about to betray. Even at the cost of preventing this unnecessary surgical procedure, I had to maintain my silence.

My parents left the room once again to speak with the doctor, and Xavier left with his parents, promising emphatically that he'd be back the following day. I suddenly felt abandoned and vulnerable. I was hoping Xavier was going to do or say something the last second, but like me; there was nothing he could do without opening Pandora's Box. I had to put all my faith in dad's word that he would seek a second CAT scan and diagnosis. A few minutes later, my parents returned to my room.

"Okay champ," my dad said. "We somehow persuaded your doctor to re-administer your CAT scan and scheduled it for first thing in the morning."

"Won't that be too late?" I panicked.

"Don't worry," my dad said. "We'll be back first thing in the morning to see to it that everything goes right."

"Are you sure?" I pressed.

"I promise," he said.

They said their goodbyes and left for the night. I had the awful feeling that something was going to go wrong, so I lay in that hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, racked with worry. The next thing I knew, the night nurse had me take a small amount of liquid from a tiny plastic cup that made me need to use the bathroom every five minutes for the next several hours. I didn't know why I should need to take anything at this point if the surgery was off. Once my sore butt ran dry and settled down, the night nurse came back and injected a syringe of something into my I.V. tube.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, it's just a little something to help you sleep," she said, and then promptly left.

That was quite a major understatement. Before I could object or get angry, I was out cold.

The next thing I knew, it was many hours later. I was still groggy, but my head was clear enough to know that my bed, with me still in it, had been wheeled out of my room and left unattended in some hallway somewhere in the hospital. There was no one around for as far as I could see.

I got the urge to sit up and look around some more and discovered that, not only was I strapped in the bed with body restraints across my torso, arms, and legs, but I was stripped naked as well. I was covered only by a single ultra-thin bed sheet that was so sheer; I could easily see every curve and bump of my own body as I looked down across myself, leaving nothing to the imagination.

A moment later, a staff orderly came around the corner, pushing a very cute teenage boy past me in a wheelchair. I instinctively made an anonymous contact with him psychically like I had done so many times to guys in the hallways at school. I planted a particularly arousing and titillating thought in his mind as he scrutinized the outline of my growing erection under my see-thru covering with great delight, making him pop a good solid boner under his own hospital gown as he and his obviously oblivious orderly whizzed by.

The fact that I was able to do that told me that I was still whole and hadn't been whisked away to have some secret surgery performed on me in the dead of night. I know that's childish thinking on my part, but then again, why had I been basically prepped for surgery and left in a holding pattern here in the hallway? Also, there was no sign of Mom or Dad, who promised to be with me, first thing in the morning. Where were they? I was getting a bad feeling about this. Then, Doctor Riesman and some other man who was some sort of hospital administrator dressed in a suit came into the hallway where I could hear what they had to say.

"The parents are demanding another CAT scan to be taken before you proceed to surgery," the man in the suit said.

"Doctor, you and I both know that's not necessary," Doctor Riesman said to the suited man. "Besides, my team is already in the operating room, scrubbed and waiting to begin."

"The parents said they'd be willing to pay for it out of pocket," he said. "Radiology is empty right now so we can slip him in and out of there in fifteen minutes. "We can use the extra revenue. Besides, it won't hurt to have a fresher image to work from in there, right?"

"Alright, fine!" Doctor Riesman conceded. "It better not take longer than fifteen minutes or my staff's wages are going to go into overtime."

Doctor Riesman went back to the operating room to consult with her staff while the suited man wheeled me to radiology, personally.

After about a half hour, I was still in the radiology room. Doctor Riesman came into the room in a huff.

"What's taking so long?" Doctor Riesman asked the technician.

"I remember this patient when he came in unconscious," the tech said. "I remember there being a sizeable mass in between the Frontal and Temporal lobes."

"What's your point mister?" she sarcastically huffed.

"Well, I can't seem to find it," he answered. "I've taken several different views to be sure and I just don't see it anymore. There's only this tiny little anomaly where I remember the mass was located, but that can't be it."

The two of them looked over the latest views on the computer screen with puzzled expressions.

"Well, this changes everything," Doctor Riesman exclaimed. "We'll have to do exploratory surgery now. It can't have just disappeared in a day. I know it's there somewhere, I'll find it!"

They had their proof that the emergency didn't exist anymore and I no longer had the swollen mass they had seen in the earlier scans, and still, the doctor was bent on doing exploratory surgery anyway, refusing to admit she was wrong. I wasn't out of the woods yet! An orderly came and returned me to the same hallway outside the operating room where I was once again, left alone. It looked like I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.

I began to struggle to get free of my restraints, and in doing so, ended up kicking off the bed sheet that was covering me. I was now totally exposed, but somehow didn't care anymore. I pulled the arm that didn't have the I.V. in it, out from under the strap and disconnected my I.V. tube the way I watched the nurse do it every time I had to use the bathroom. Then I freed that arm, poking at the top strap until I had worked it off. Then I sat up and reached down to remove the lower strap, struggling with it since it was much tighter than the top one was and further away from my reach. I was nearly in tears feeling like I was performing a jailbreak and was about to get caught. I heard the elevator bell ring for this floor and my time was running out. As I panicked, scrambling to get free, the elevator occupants came around the corner.

It was my parents that had come out of the elevator and came around the corner just in time to see me totally naked with my face full of terror and eyes red with tears. I was scratching and clawing at the restraints looking like I was trying to escape from a tightly secured padded room.

"Oh my God, Simon," my mom screamed and they both came running.

"What the hell is all this shit?" my dad cursed. "Where is everybody? Why were you left unattended? Why are you strapped down like a dangerous criminal? I'm surprised they didn't chain you down, the bastards. I'm going to sue this hospital for treating you like this, Simon. This is inexcusable."

My mom hugged me, and my dad removed the last restraint, freeing me from my vertical prison. My mom picked up the sheet that had fallen to the floor and tenderly wrapped it around me. It wasn't much, but the gesture was greatly appreciated. Then the barrage of questions began.

"Are you okay?" my mom started off. "Did they do anything to you? Why did they strip you naked? Why did they strap you down like you were an escape risk?"

"How long have you been here?" my dad picked up where my mom left off. "What's been going on?"

"Doctor Riesman was going to operate on me without doing the extra CAT scan she agreed to do," I began as I tried to explain without bursting into tears and getting too emotional. "Then this fancy doctor in a suit made her do the CAT scan anyway, even though her surgical team was ready and waiting in the operating room to begin on me. Then, when the CAT scan operator couldn't find the tumor, Doctor Riesman was going to do exploratory surgery anyway. She wouldn't admit that I was right and she was wrong! She's evil!"

"Well, you can stop worrying now," my mom said. "We're going to take you home just as soon as we could get you checked out of this hell hole!"

"Before we do though, I'm going to get some answers," my dad growled. "This hospital has some explaining to do!"

All I heard was `home', and an enormous weight was lifted off my shoulders. The relief was so great that a floodgate of tears erupted, causing me to let go of several hours of extreme tension that had built up inside me. Of course, I wasn't going to completely relax until I was in the car and heading away from my harrowing ordeal.

My parents made sure I was wheeled back to my room. Once there, my mom stayed with me and helped me find my clothes so I could dress and be on the road to feeling normal again. My dad located the head of the hospital and spent a good deal of time pouring the heat on him. While he was doing that, the day nurse came to remove the I.V. connector that was still attached to my vein, thereby eliminating the last of the physical ties to this chamber of horrors.

A few minutes later, the suited hospital administrator I had seen earlier, came into the room to talk to me. He apologized for all the misunderstandings, inconvenience, humiliation, and indecency I had been put through and then told me he had a surprise for me.

"You have nine visitors waiting to see you," the suited man said. "Seeing that you are about to be released, and only two visitors are allow in this room at a time, I've arranged for you to visit all nine of your friends in the waiting room."

My face lit up and I bounded to my feet. I got a little lightheaded from getting up too fast, but other than reminding me that I was still recovering from all the sedatives they had given me, I gave it no further thought. I gathered my wallet and cell phone, the only two things I had with me when I was admitted, other than what I was wearing, and raced for the door. I left nothing behind since I had no intentions of ever returning to this room or looking back for that matter.

My mom directed me to where the waiting room was since she and my dad had spent many hours worrying about me there over the past several days, and then went off to find my dad.

I nearly erupted in happy tears when I turned the corner to see all my friends gathered together. I couldn't believe it. They all noticed I wasn't in school that very first day. Xavier let them know what happened and where I was. They all tried to visit me right away, but found out I was restricted to family only. They all waited patiently until I was out of the ICU and could have regular visitors other than family only. Xavier had cleared it with the hospital staff and got everyone together to surprise me at the very first opportunity. They all found a way to be here for me, all at the same time. Even though Xavier was with me most of the time, here in the hospital at my bedside, he still continued to fulfill his obligation as vice president of our group and managed to put this little surprise together for me. He even managed to keep in touch with Dillon and invited him to join us. At first, I was surprised to see him, and he was double excited to see me. The sexual signals coming from him were extra strong and had me wishing we were somewhere private where we could all have a quick group fantasy together.

As I stood at the doorway of the waiting room, everyone sprang to their feet. They all applauded and cheered for me, causing me to turn red and making the attending nurse have to scold everyone to keep the noise down. As I walked into the room, they all gathered around me in a tight circle to show their concern. Then they expressed their joy to see that I was up and around, and not dying. Their joy turned erotic as they unknowingly began to project their horniness in a telepathically sexual way.

I was afraid at first that someone would slip up and say something inappropriate that might raise questions about my relationship with each one of these nine boys. Xavier was one of the nine guys waiting to surprise me, and apparently, he was the one who made the effort to get everyone together like this and coached them all about what `not' to say before hand.

Even though they all behaved themselves and were perfect gentlemen, their thoughts and desires were as vivid and erotic as ever. With them all together like this in one place, I couldn't filter out all the sexual tension they were all thinking and feeling. They didn't understand about the specifics of my ailment. They had no idea how I needed to rest and restrain my psychic activity, at least until I could fully recover from my last encounter with them. My head was spinning from the high psychic energy they were all projecting, directly at me. At this point, most of them didn't know that Xavier was a psychic seducer like me and thought that the future of the fantasy group club still rested solely on my shoulders. It still was best that they didn't know.

Nevertheless, I was enjoying the attention deeply, and in seconds, I was boned to the hilt and craving a hot group encounter with them, right here and now in this hospital waiting room.

Then, something strange started happening. I felt the initiation of a fantasy group encounter begin and it wasn't coming from me. It could've only come from Xavier as all ten boys plus me, making eleven were getting highly aroused and boned up as we all stood together, fully clothed. We all knew what was in store and everyone found a seat and sat down, trying to keep as quiet as possible and not draw attention to ourselves as they let the fantasy begin.

Interestingly enough, there were six other adults in the room with us and none of them were the least bit aware of what was happening around them as they chatted amongst themselves with no reference to us. However, there was one young boy about nine or ten years old that was in the room with us. He was talking to himself when he suddenly went silent. He became frozen in his chair with a distant and vacant look on his face. His young mind was highly susceptible to the psycho-erotic waves occurring in the room around him and was paralyzed from the explicit sexual energy being projected by Xavier.

We all got eerily quiet as our imaginations got supercharged. It was the first time I'd been on the receiving end of a psychically induced sexual encounter and it was beyond amazing. It was no wonder that all my boys had become sexually addicted to our psycho-erotic brand of sensual pleasure.

Just then, I started to see some erotically charged images fill my head in the form of a highly coherent sexual encounter that vividly came alive. I recognized it right off. It was a fantasy based on an online porn video that Xavier and I had watched together a couple of weeks ago about two brothers getting a sensual examination by a pair of super hot male nurses. In today's version of the fantasy, things began a little differently as several naked, well hung male nurses came into the waiting room with us and took each one of us by the hand.

Without arousing any attention, they erotically led us out of the waiting room, two by two, leading us down the hall. None of the other random nurses, doctors, visitors, or patients seemed to pay any attention to us in the psychic world as we were whisked away from the crowded waiting room and brought to a special room nearby prepared specifically for us. Our physical bodies were still in the waiting room, sitting quietly, but our psychically induced fantasy avatars were totally immersed in this erotically charged dream.

These eleven, naked male nurses were all prime examples of perfect male specimens even though every one of them was totally different. It was apparent to me that Xavier had become familiar enough with our fantasy club member's specific dreams and desires to know exactly what each guy preferred and craved in a man. Then he emulated a perfect partner according to each member's tastes.

Michael Kevin Carver's dream partner was a hard-bodied black man with well developed muscles and a horse hung cock that made Michael's super endowed cock look small in comparison. Interestingly, little Nicky's guy looked like a cross between me and Xavier, covered in erotic tattoos. Carl and Freddie's nurses looked similar to each other since they've become boyfriends and David's guy looked like the typical captain of the football team. Jessie's nurse was a very seductive looking she-male with long blonde hair, perky breasts, high heel shoes, and a luscious smooth cock that was perfectly suck-worthy while Dillon's man looked like he could be a younger version of his own father that he adored and respected. Everyone else had their special guys as well that all had amazing attributes that could keep anyone hard and excited.

These eleven, naked male nurses took us to an extra long room with eleven beds, lined up side by side in two rows, facing each other, separated only far enough to be able to walk in between them. The first thing they did was prep themselves as they administered a rudimentary examination, rubbing the outside of our pants, stimulating our growing erections underneath. Then, we were all instructed to strip naked and lay on our backs in one of the eleven comfortable and enticing beds that were all empty and waiting for us. Immediately, we all complied and our personal male nurse's began a more in depth examination as our medical fantasy got well underway.

Wearing latex gloves, the nurses inspected their patient's hardening cocks and loosely hanging balls, fondling them ever so sensuously. Once the preliminary exam was complete, the naked male nurses then removed their gloves. I panicked slightly as they each took a sixteen inch stretchy rubber tube from their trays. It was the very same kind that nurses use to wrap around their patients arm when drawing blood. I was surprised to see what they were using it for. They stretched their tubes out and drew it from under their patient's balls and around the tops of everyone's cocks, tying up and binding their patient's junk together into a neat package, making their balls tight and shiny and their cocks rigid and firm.

As everyone's cock was now standing at extreme attention, the nurses applied a generous amount of lube to their left hand and began stroking everyone's bulging cockheads. As their cockheads throbbed from the attention, they also massaged everyone's balls with their other hand, eliciting simultaneous moans from everyone.

Back in the waiting room, we all were able to keep our vocalizations fairly low. The TV volume and numerous visiting adult conversations were creating amble distraction to keep us from exposing ourselves as we sat in an unassuming trancelike state.

It was then that I stopped focusing my attention on everyone else and began to concentrate on me. After all, I was a participant in this fantasy and not an observer like I used to be when I was psychically running the show, either alone, or with Xavier. I too cut loose of a big, long, heavy moan as my super sensitive cock in the fantasy world got manhandled by my personal male nurse, who I just now realized was stunningly handsome and devastatingly well hung. He was just like a totally hot and horny stranger that might appear to me if he were to sweep me off my feet and take me away.

As I tried to keep my focus on me, I still got distracted by something. At first, I didn't notice, but I began to wonder why there were eleven beds in the room and not ten. I did a quick headcount and looked down the room and carefully counted everyone.

Being on the receiving end of a psycho-erotic encounter made me realize how near and dear these nine boys were to me. I identified Carl, Freddie, Rudy, Jessie, Nicky, David, Michael, and Xavier as I looked down the row. That was eight. Then I added Dillon, our newest addition. He made nine, and I, of course, made ten. I knew each and every one of these boys intimately and the fact that they were all here as a group made my heart skip a beat. Even so, who was the eleventh guy? He was in the last bed, farthest away from me. He was too far away to see clearly and he looked to be smaller than Nicky. Even so, he did look vaguely familiar. Then I realized, it was the ten year old boy that was in the room with us. He had inadvertently gotten sucked into our fantasy encounter. His slightly smaller package was every bit as tight and hard as everyone else's, and I found it hot as hell that he got pulled into our sexual fantasy and was willingly participating with us.

I was getting so hot and turned on that I wanted to add my influence to Xavier's psychic fantasy and join with him as we'd done in the past. Then I realized that I dared not chance any involvement, so I just went along with the flow and let Xavier control everything by himself for the first time. He was doing a great job without me as I put all my faith in him.

As we all got properly prepared by our eleven naked male nurses, we started getting deeper into our fantasy. As I looked down the row of beds, eleven hot nurses pounded our rock hard cocks and balls in unison, preparing us for what was to come next. They stopped what they were doing, turned around and got on all fours.

Without saying a word, they raised their rounded bubble butts towards us and waited. Even the ten year old boy knew what to do next. We all got up on our knees and pointed our properly pre-hardened cocks towards our graciously offered bottoms and made perfect contact. We all enjoyed rubbing our hard cocks up and down our partner's ass cracks as we located and penetrated their quivering rosebuds that guarded their protected paradise within.

The amazingly warm and welcoming sensation I was feeling as I penetrated the sexy warm rosebud that was offered in front of me catapulted my oncoming orgasm into overdrive. The sensation was so surprisingly inviting and realistic that I could easily swear it was the real thing. I pulled out, and then dove back in, plunging my cock into my partner as deeply as possible. My cock felt so perfectly content and at home inside my charming host's anal cavern that I wanted to take him home with me. I had to remind myself that he was a product of Xavier's vivid imagination and wasn't real at all.

Looking down the row again, some of my friends were already pounding their male nurse's fantasy asses hard and heavy. I noticed that Michael Kevin Carver was wildly fucking his man so fast and furiously that he was dripping with sweat from head to toe. Little Nicky was thrusting his considerable cock in and out of his guy's wicked ass with his hands on his hips, proud that he could fuck with the best of them using no hands. Carl and Freddie had their eyes closed, no doubt imagining they were fucking each other. Dillon had his hands wrapped around his nurse's waist, pounding his cock to the rhythm of his fucking, making sure his man was getting just as much enjoyment out of their encounter as Dillon himself was. Then, I noticed our little ten year old. Even though I didn't know his name yet, he had established a sensuously steady pace that was scorching hot to watch. He was fucking his partner with a style and sophistication of someone with many more years experience than you would expect a ten year old to possess. A look of extreme contentment covered his face as the two of them worked together to get as much of the kid's smaller cock into his sensuous target as possible. As the kid thrust his hips inward, his partner would push his ass back, ensuring that the maximum amount of the boy's cock would connect with his partner's inner haven.

I started feeling my orgasm become imminently close as I watched all my friends demonstrate their varying styles and techniques of ass fucking. Because I was not controlling this fantasy personally, I didn't know how close everyone else was to their personal climax. Even so, I somehow knew we would all be cumming soon and we were all going to cum in the exact same way. That was to say, I knew we all were going to pull our throbbing cocks out of our host's asses at the very last second and shoot our huge loads all over our male nurse's smooth backs, rounded ass cheeks, and winking rosebuds. That was fine with me, I loved watching hot guys blow their loads all over their partners, and every one of my fantasy boys were smoking hot super shooters. I was more than ready to witness them all fling their most precious boy cream out in the open for me, and everyone else to watch and enjoy.

Then, as if we were at the drag races, everyone started revving their engines and breathing heavily. We were all poised at the edge of orgasm, waiting for the flag to drop as we all readied ourselves to put the pedal to the metal and ignite our turbo charged engines, thrusting our super endowed sperm enriched fuel reserves over the finish line.

I was absolutely right about our climax as everyone pulled their rock solid cock cannons out of their male nurse's asses at the very same time and begin to fire. The first thing I noticed was our ten year old guest. He surprisingly jumped to his feet and stood as tall as his little frame would allow. Then, he arched his back and shot his load, beating everyone else to his climax as he whacked his dick and grit his teeth. He sent one small single thick white rope of cum flying over his nurse's back, landing right between his shoulder blades, making his goal for the team. It was amazingly hot to think that this might have been this boy's first real orgasm. It may have even been the first time he ever shot real sperm out of his dick. If it was only a fantasy induced simulation, then at least the kid will know what a real sperm laden load feels like, but what I was sensing was something different that I couldn't yet explain.

Then, I watched Michael blast his load with dynamic fervor. He sprayed his scintillatingly thick load into the air, splintering into several directions at once. It then landed all over his muscle-bound nurse's back, forming little droplets on his skin that began to twinkle like a star filled night.

It was hard to continue to watch the others blow their loads since I was exploding myself at the same time that they were. I happened to look at myself as I devastated my own sex idol partner's back as I sent my hearty load flying farther than I had sent a load flying in a long time. Looking into the fantasy room with all my friends pumping their climactic juices into the air at once and cumming all over the back sides of their personally selected love gods was hot enough. But in combination with that, we were all feeling a mixture of Xavier's personal orgasm in combination with everyone else's grand climaxes and then finally our own personal orgasm. Other than psychically, the way Xavier and I were able to do, there was no other way a human can experience a blend of eleven orgasms at once in a hyper-erotic climax. The fusion of all those elements together was like getting a super charged highball injection of extremely addictive drugs that would go straight to our sex starved brains.

As we all finished up our fantasy, we slowly returned to reality as we found ourselves back in the waiting room. Floating down from heaven was an incredibly amazing feeling as I watched my friends return to their bodies, one by one, until we all returned to normal. As I looked at the faces of my friends, I was able to isolate their orgasm from everyone else's in the group climax we'd just experienced, giving me a unique perspective into the psyche of each individual. I then realized that I had inadvertently shared my orgasm with all of them as well and they probably understood me better for it too, bringing us even closer together. It was strange to know that someone else could share my orgasm, a thing I always felt was mine alone and unique to me.

As I completely recovered from my trip to Nirvana, I noticed my cumload had made a wet spot though my jeans. Of course, in the real world, we had all cum with our clothes on and made us all self-conscious of ourselves. It wasn't terribly noticeable, but it was certainly worth the embarrassment.

Then I focused on our ten year old guest. His exceptional orgasm instantly popped into my head the second I looked at him. It was the strongest one of the group. It lasted the longest and was the most intense of anyone's. It brought back memories of when I was much younger and would experience sperm-less dry heaves, which I didn't realize until now, were the most powerful and intensive orgasms of my life. I still hadn't even met this kid yet, and I already was feeling very close to him. I was grateful to him for reminding me how awesome my childhood orgasms used to be. Orgasms at my age are great, and what we do together in our fantasy group is insanely tremendous, but what this kid showed me was totally different from all that and I was truly thankful for the reminder.

His parents were at a loss to understand it but, as if we were all on the same wavelength, the ten of us got up and descended upon the ten year old boy at once. Like we were all old friends, he didn't even flinch when we surrounded him and started talking with him. We introduced ourselves and found out his name was Jeffery Hicks. I briefly connected with him in a limited way. He had the most powerful sexual-energy signature of anyone I'd ever met in my life.

He was too young to allow him to join our fantasy group club, but meeting him in this way was destiny. I don't know yet how, but he was going to be an important part of our future. I was glad to know that Xavier had the presence of mind to get the kid's contact information before he and his parents left. He was smart enough to keep from talking about his encounter, and since he had a dry orgasm, he had no wet spot like the rest of us did to give him away. As they walked out the door, Jeffery waved goodbye to us, giving his parents no indication of what had transpired as he cheerfully kept the most increasable experience of his young life to himself.

My friends all stuck around for a little longer, at least until their wet spots had faded. Then, one by one, they left for home. A few minutes later, my discharge papers were approved and I was finally on my way home, all's well that ends well!

These last few days had been hard and difficult for me and I was glad to be past it. I was feeling good again and I had learned a hard lesson about over-using my psychic powers. My friend, brother, soul mate, and psychic partner, Xavier, stood by me through thick and thin and no longer would I think of my foster parents as `foster' ever again. As we drove away from the hospital, I felt a huge weight get lifted off my shoulders. Once again, life was good!

End of Chapter #13

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