The Psychic Seducer / Chapter #3

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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #3

One by one, my cherubic friends, who were still basking in the afterglow of their amazing experience, began to speak, talking to each other in a rather calm and rational manner. At this point, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was outnumbered seven to one, and in the event that the group should become unruly, I would be at their mercy, unable to fend-off an angry mob.

"Holy shit, Simon," Freddie remarked. "Where the hell did you learn how to do that?"

"Yeah, dude," Carl added. "That was like... sick!"

"Does that mean you guys liked it then?" I asked, still afraid that some sort of retaliation might break out.

"Liked it?" Michael exclaimed. "It was off the hook, bro!"

"How did you know it was me doing it?" I asked.

"I don't know about anybody else," David spoke up. "But, as I sucked your dick, I could feel you, feeling me sucking you. Wait... I mean... it was like I was sucking you and myself at the same time. No, I mean... well I know it sounds really weird, even impossible, but still, it was the most awesome thing ever."

"Yeah, I could feel myself massaging you, Simon," Jessie said. "It was like an echo, or looking in a funhouse mirror, but I knew it had to be coming from you."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement at Jessie's description as they kind of looked at each other, realizing they all just shared the exact same experience.

"I saw flowers," Nick innocently chirped, and then covered his mouth, realizing how lame he sounded.

"Wait, you're right. I saw it too. A real hot garden full of sexy-ass flowers," Rudy added. "That idea had to be coming from you, Simon. I never dreamed that flowers could even be the least bit sexy before."

The more they talked about it, the more they discovered that everyone had shared the same vision in common as they each divulged certain unusual things they saw and felt.

"Those flowers were supposed to be us... right?" Michael realized. "They must have been. Did you notice those sexy-ass African violets? Those were me, baby! Did you see the hot cocks on those suckers? They were just like me, all the way!"

Being very proud of himself, Michael smirked as he arrogantly grabbed his semi-erect cock and gave it a couple of shakes, showing off his larger than average dick size for his small sexy young body.

"That one big rose in the middle... that was you, wasn't it, Simon," David stated. "It was pretty hot when we all pumped our hot cum loads on you as the rose."

"Yeah, I love roses," Nick revealed, immediately covering his mouth again. He realized that if Simon was in fact, the rose, he essentially just told Simon he loved him.

"I don't know about the rest of you guys," Rudy exclaimed. "But I don't think I'll ever look at flowers the same way again."

"The best part was when we all dumped on Simon's chest, all at the same time," Michael declared. "That was freakin' awesome!"

"Yeah, that was the best ever," Nick exclaimed and then suggested in all seriousness, "Let's do it again!"

Everyone nodded their heads even more vigorously this time as a conformation of affirmative answers abounded from everyone, expressing their desire to repeat the amazing journey. It was now apparent that none of my friends had gotten scared or angry, which was what I was most afraid of. In fact, they all wanted to take another ride on the `Simon Sexpress'. I have to admit that it was the coolest thing ever, but extending my powers seven ways was very taxing on me and quite ambitious for being only my second psychic sexual encounter in my life and honestly, I was feeling the need to take a little rest.

Just then, we were all startled by a sudden knock at the door. Everyone momentarily panicked as we all got reminded that we were still butt naked. I remained on my bed as I witnessed everybody else freeze for a spit-second and then burst into action. Seven naked teenage boys all panicked and scrambled for cover at once with their semi-erect dicks still oozing and dripping with cum. Freddie and Carl flew under my bed. Rudy, Jessie and Nick rushed for the walk-in closet and squeezed in, shutting the sliding door behind them. David tried unsuccessfully to hide behind my dresser and Michael Kevin Carver just spun around in circles, out of optional places to hide.

"Okay Simon," my mother hollered through the closed door. "Everybody's clothes are washed and dried. I'm going to leave them here by your door now. If you need anything, I'll be downstairs with Beth. By the way, she's been a huge help, offering to clean up the mess you guys made down there. I think that when you all come back downstairs, each and every one of you should thank Beth for her kindness."

I felt bad that we had made so much extra work for my foster mom in the kitchen, and I especially felt bad for Beth. Here we were, all the boys from the party, all gathered in my room, naked together and enjoying the greatest orgasm of all time, and poor Beth was downstairs cleaning up our mess. I was beginning to see what my foster mom was talking about when she tried to tell me about the awkwardness of Beth being the only female guest in an otherwise exclusive boy's party. So far, I had treated Beth as if she was the hired help instead of a cherished party guest. I vowed I would correct that oversight before she left.

It was now time for all of us to rejoin reality. As I sat up from my bed to bring everybody's clean clothes in from out in the hall, I had forgotten I was covered with cum and I felt the accumulation of eight sperm-loads start oozing down my chest. I quickly retrieved a clean pair of underwear from my dresser drawer and turned it into a make-shift cum rag, cleaning myself off before venturing outside my bedroom door.

"You guys could all come out now, you babies," I teased. "The coast is clear."

Once I had sopped up all the seminal evidence that had been deposited on my chest, I then tossed the soiled item into the corner, knowing in the back of my mind that it contained the physical remnants of our first extraordinary group encounter. Everyone slowly came out of their hiding spot and I slowly cracked the door open to peer into the hallway, making sure the coast was totally clear before bounding my naked body out from the protection of my private room to retrieve the pile of freshly laundered clothes from the hallway. Then I realized I was just as much a baby as I accused everyone else of being as I tippy-toed out, grabbed up our stuff and rushed back in.

Before I could set down the pile of clothes I was holding in my arms, everyone began to grab for their personal belongings. They weren't going to take any chances of my foster mom or Beth coming back and catching them bare-assed naked. After a little bit of trading back and forth, everyone finally figured out which items were theirs and quickly got dressed. As much as it grossed them out to know they might be wearing someone else's underwear, the freshly laundered items looked so much alike, I had no doubt that an innocent mistake or two might have been made. I was certain that at least two or more of my party guests were going to be going home with someone else's unmentionables. Once we were as clothed and organized as we were going to be, we all returned to the party, all looking, at least on the surface, as if nothing had ever happened.

As we all came back downstairs, each party guest made their apologies to Beth and my foster mom for their participation in what happened. They also thanked them for going the extra mile by washing and drying their cake covered clothes. Soon, everyone was accepted back into their good graces and the party quickly resumed where it had left off. We were surprised and happy to see that the table had been re-set with a replacement serving of cake and ice cream for everyone. Many of us hadn't had a chance to even taste my foster mom's culinary delight before the food fight had broken out.

Once my sexual lusting had been satisfied and I had gotten something to eat, I was much more in control of myself. Beth and my foster mom continued to keep my party guests entertained. We all leisurely enjoyed our cake and ice cream. This time, thankfully without incident. Then, my party got slowly transferred back into the living room where I got the chance to thank each one of my party guests personally for everything after I opened their birthday gifts to me.

The remainder of the party progressed without a hitch. Once the party was over, all my party guests happily departed, one by one. As I said my goodbyes, I started getting horny again as I prepared to give each of my guests the apology I had decided to offer them earlier.

The difference was, instead of it being an apology, it was now going to be more like a special `Unspoken Thank You' for making my fourteenth birthday party a resounding success. As each guest headed out the door, I secretly bestowed my silent parting gift to them.

It was a brief mental replay of the very same orgasm we had shared earlier together. It was a short, non-physical reminder that I was able to psychically recreate from our freshly shared memory. Within their mind, I could accomplish this feat without having to actually touch them physically. I did it in such a way that no one could tell what I was doing. I was able to make them orgasm for a good eight to ten seconds long, which was long enough to cause their brains to flood with endorphins, yet brief enough to avoid making them ejaculate. It would be as if they were reliving the actual orgasm all over again without leaving a telltale wet spot in their pants to have to explain away.

As I executed my surprise to each friend walking out the door, I received the added benefit of experiencing their personal orgasm, right along with them. When we shared our common orgasm earlier in my room, our collective experience was a mixture of all our orgasms combined into one communal sensation. As each guest headed out the door, I learned that their personal orgasmic experiences varied vastly from their counterparts. I was amazed at how many different ways a human being can experience the same encounter.

Now, I was able to enjoy and appreciate the wide variations of joy and lust that each person kept privately hidden away from the world in a way I couldn't sense earlier. It was fun to give each one of my friends something unusual to remember me by, and surprisingly, I got something intimate to remember them by in return. Some of my party guests were so overwhelmed by their gift that they almost gave themselves away. Fortunately, even with the unexpected bonus, nobody ended up giving away our combined secret.

Some of the guys had trouble just walking out the door without their knees buckling during the brief process while others suddenly drew unexpected deep breathes and sighs as they each got their turn. Even though it was in the forefront of everybody's minds, and we were all dying to talk about it more than we already had, I was extremely thankful that no one had slipped up or said anything inappropriate that could have had devastating consequences.

Once I had given all seven of my friends their secret surprise and everyone was gone, I ended up experiencing seven totally different kinds of teenage boy orgasms in a row. I was mentally wiped out and physically drained. With all the boys gone, Beth stayed behind and offered to help my foster mom straighten up the house and dispose of all the discarded birthday gift boxes and wrapping paper.

"Beth. Sweetheart," my foster mom said. "Thanks for offering to help, but you've done so much already. Why don't you and Simon go relax together for a little while? I'll finish up here."

It was a great idea. Beth was so involved with helping out that we really didn't get a chance to spend any quality time together and as it was, I had vowed that I would try to make up for being so inconsiderate. We went into the living room, got comfortable and chatted a bit as I tried to recover from all the excitement.

"Thanks for being such a help and such a good sport, Beth," I began. "You made my party a complete success. I'm sorry if you felt left out at any time. After what happened with the cake and ice cream, I really thought you might want to leave. I wouldn't have blamed you if you had gone home. After all, it was a pretty weird party. Who would have guessed that there'd be a food fight?"

"I know," Beth said. "It was a little scary. I've seen food fights at school before and they can get very nasty, very quickly."

"I hate to admit it, but after the initial shock wore off, it was kind of fun," I confessed.

"Well, it wasn't like any food fight I've ever seen," Beth explained. "Usually, in a food fight, it's all about flinging your food everywhere you can. But this was different. It was like a bunch of boys using food as an excuse to go touching each other in awkward places that are normally off limits. It was kind of... well... kinky!"

"Kinky?" I questioned.

"Yeah, kinky," Beth confirmed. "And afterwards, it must have been awkward for you having to be locked up in your room with seven other naked boys."

"How did you know we were all naked?" I panicked.

"I helped your mom wash everybody's clothes, remember?" Beth said. "There were eight pairs of underwear in the wash. That means that everybody had to be naked, including you."

I felt a little embarrassed knowing that Beth was aware of that fact and may have even been fondling my underwear without my knowledge. For a moment, I began to wonder if Beth might have gotten titillated, just from handling all that private boy-toy underwear. I even wondered if she might have sniffed all that underwear when my foster mom wasn't looking, getting all wet and titillated from it.

I wondered if she might have even sought-out and sniffed my pair of underwear in particular. Beth did say the word `kinky' earlier, and that was the kinkiest thing I could think of at the moment. As I sat there, I became aroused again and popped another one of those inappropriate boners, thinking about what might happen next. I tried to casually hide it and I could see that Beth realized she had embarrassed me and may have even noticed my boner as she shifted her position, pulling her legs tightly together as girls do.

"I'm sorry Simon," she blushed. "I didn't mean to..."

"Its okay, Beth," I interrupted. "I thought for a second that you were going to ask me what all of us guys were doing upstairs, being all naked together and everything."

I felt the tip of my dick twitch as I started to reveal to Beth what had gone on and reached out to Beth's mind to look in and see if our conversation was getting her hot. For a brief second, I almost could see something, but it was only the echo of my own random thoughts, and those thoughts were making me horny all over again.

"Oh, no," Beth said, looking away in embarrassment. "I wouldn't ever ask you something like that."

"It's no big deal," I intentionally laughed. "We held a wild, `all boy' sex orgy!"

"Yeah, right!" Beth sarcastically exclaimed, adding her own laughter to mine. "It's just that, I've been invited to slumber parties with the girls in the past, and basically, when a bunch of us girls get naked together... well, we kind of giggle a lot and talk about boys! I kind of wondered if that's what you guys were doing."

"Talking about boys?" I laughed.

"Okay, I get it," Beth said, realizing she wasn't going to get anymore out of me on the subject. "Anyway, I'm glad everything worked out."

"It all worked out, thanks to you," I complimented.

Once again, I reached out with my mind and tried to read Beth's thoughts, but I just couldn't do it. Maybe I was just temporarily burned out from having used up all my powers with the guys. Maybe trying to give seven psychic orgasms to my friends wiped me out. Even so, up to this point, it seemed that I was only able to read the thoughts of horny boys who were close to my own age.

It was starting to look like the only female in my life that I was able to psychically tune-into was my birth mother, and that part of my brain was perpetually working. It was essentially on automatic pilot and locked in a never-ending vigil, searching day and night for even the faintest hope of still finding her. I know I'll be able to sense her, if only she could find her way closer to me. I've discovered that, in order to psychically sense someone, they had to be nearby, the closer the better. Perhaps that was another reason why I couldn't read Beth. Regardless of what it was that was standing in my way, nothing was going to happen right now and I essentially gave up, at least for now.

Beth and I talked as we usually do, about nothing in particular until it was time for her to have to go. Beth was always fun to be around with her easy going manner and cheerful disposition. She and I met on the very first day I was allowed to attended public school and we've been good friends ever since. She was like one of the guys to me, easy to talk to and pal around with, without there being the awkward sexual tension that always seems to be present when I get around my horny guy friends.

After Beth left, I thanked my foster mom for allowing me to have this awesome party and apologized once more for the extra trouble we made. She kissed me and wished me a happy birthday and then began to prepare my favorite dinner in honor of my special day. I gave her a kiss back and excused myself as I went up to my room to kick back and rest before my foster dad would be coming home from work and we would all sit down to dinner together, as a family.

Back in my room, I locked my door and slipped out of my clothes. I hopped up on top of my bed, stark naked and stared at the ceiling, letting my mind wander and my cock harden. Being naked always gave me a feeling of freedom and even after all that had happened at my amazing party, I was still feeling incredibly horny. My boner was reaching new heights of firmness giving me the odd sensation that it had magically grown bigger and harder in the last few hours. As I lay there, daydreaming, I started to sense something that drew my mind back to the memory of my eight boy garden orgy. I was seeing brief little snippets of disoriented and disconnected images and sounds that were like trying to hear a disjointed conversation from another room. Interestingly enough, the phenomenon seemed to be coming from the corner of my room. I got up from the bed and walked over to the corner. There, I saw a pair of my own underwear and realized it was the very same ones that I had used as a common cum rag that I had tossed there earlier.

I reached out for it and gave it a quick sniff. Suddenly, a rush of sensations overtook me as the pungent odor of eight teenage cum loads wafting off my briefs, triggering a series of flashbacks that brought me right back to that amazing encounter, recreating the events in my mind in startling, vivid realism. I managed to make it back to my bed as I held the aromatic garment to my nose. I took my sperm infused white briefs, rolled them up in a ball and tucked them under my chin as I took my cock and balls into both hands, drifting slowly back in time. The intoxicating aroma put me in a trance so deep, I temporarily forgot where I was. As I played with my twitching column of desire, I began to work myself into yet another orgasm. As I inhaled the combination of eight cum loads from my briefs, I started to race toward the ultimate finish line.

Now that I had experienced a group orgasm as a whole, and then later experienced each individual's orgasm privately, I was able to pick out and discern each friend's orgasm out of the whole. It was like picking out a single instrument out of a symphony orchestra while it played a complex classical composition. It was so incredibly hot to be able to bounce back and forth from one individual to another as easily as switching channels on the TV remote control.

Carl's orgasm was heart pounding and Freddie's was deeply sensual. Rudy's orgasm was filled with wonder and Jessie's tingled with ecstasy. Nick's orgasm was incessantly sweet and innocent while David's was tenaciously rough. Michael Kevin Carver's orgasm was prideful, yet sensitive, and yes, even my own orgasm had its unique differences which, for me, was virtually impossible to describe.

I felt my pulse quicken as everyone's best attributes came together to create the most intimate psychic orgasm I could have imagined. Once again, I felt my hot climactic juices begin to swell from deep within my balls as I reached the point of no return. I felt my brain secrete that insatiable cocktail of joyous compounds as my balls tightly pulled together and my cock erupted with a barrage of dry spasms. It was an intense orgasm that felt like a throwback to a time before I could shoot real sperm, unsuccessfully trying to pump out a dry and fruitless load, eliciting extreme waves of pleasure.

I soared into an orgasmic high so immense, the euphoria drained me of every last ounce of energy I had left in my body and I immediately drifted off to sleep. As I slept, an erotic dream turned into a hallucination where seven pairs of disembodied cocks and balls floated in midair about my body, terrorizing me like enraged spirits. As I looked closer, I discovered they belonged to my seven friends as I began to recognize their unique features. As I identified which pair of genitalia belonged to whom, I discovered I had miscounted and saw that there were actually eight apparitions floating around me, not seven. That's when I realized the eighth one belonged to me. I immediately reached down my body to feel if my cock and balls were where they should be and panicked as I discovered they were missing. My heart jumped and I was startled awake, bathed in sweat and out of breath.

Before I could catch my breath and gather my bearings, a knock came at my door. I was caught naked and still disoriented as I momentarily froze in place.

"Simon," my foster mom called through the door. "You have a visitor!"

"Hold on a minute," I called back as I scrambled out of my bed.

I grabbed my fragrant cum rag that was still tucked under my chin and wiped the little bit of dribble from my cock that had slowly leaked out while I slept. Then, I mindlessly tossed it under my bed and then bolted over to my dresser. I pulled on the first pair of basketball shorts I could find, opting to pass on any underwear. Other than the shorts I had just slipped on, I still felt otherwise naked. I quickly determined that I looked hot and sexy enough, yet sufficiently dressed to greet whoever my visitor might be, and then raced to open the door.

As I looked into the hall, my foster mom was standing along side the one person I least wanted to see on my birthday, Doctor Evalia from `The Company'.

"Happy Birthday, Simon," she coldly said.

"What do you want?" I coldly said back.

"Simon!" my foster mom exclaimed. "Is that any way to talk to the doctor?"

"It's all right Mrs. Mason," the doctor said. "To answer your question Simon, it's time for your routine checkup."

"Did you have to come on my birthday?" I growled. "I was having such a nice day!"

"Simon!" my foster mom objected. "You apologize to the doctor right now!"

"That's okay Mrs. Mason," the doctor intervened. "If I could see Simon alone here in his room for a few minutes, I'll be quick as a wink. You'll hardly know I've been here."

"Very well," my foster mom smiled. "Simon, I want you to cooperate with the doctor. It's for your own good."

With that, my foster mom went back downstairs and Doctor Evalia put her hand on my shoulder and guided me into my room, closing the door behind us. A cold chill ran down my spine as she escorted me to the bed and sat down uncomfortably close beside me. She placed her medical bag on the floor, opened it up and got out a scope to check my ears, nose and throat.

"So... what's new?" the doctor asked as she held my wrist with two fingers, taking my pulse, while at the same time, peered into my ears.

"I'm fourteen now," I stated. "Isn't it time we stopped doing this now. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Exactly!" she curtly answered. "Your voice has changed a little since the last time I examined you. It looks to me like you've started puberty already."

"So what?" I snipped. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Sometimes, the onset of puberty can trigger certain dormant traits that become active and reveal themselves during this time," the doctor off handedly revealed as she moved on, placing a thermometer under my tongue and cuffing my arm to read my blood pressure. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately?"

"Yeah, I have," I revealed.

"Okay, what have you noticed?" she asked.

"I get boners all the time!" I quipped, laughing inside.

"Really?" she snorted as she began to pull on some surgical gloves, snapping them onto each hand with evil delight. "Let's take a look," she callously instructed and then said, "Drop'em!"

I suddenly wished I could take back what I had just said, but it probably wouldn't have made any difference. I felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through my body as I popped one of those inappropriate boners I had just told the doctor about. There was nothing I could do about it anymore now. After all, she had just been warned, so I had nothing to be ashamed of. I stood up and dropped my shorts to the floor as I had done numerous times over the years as it became a part of the routine I'd become accustomed to.

"There, you see what I mean?" I chided.

My boner stood firmly at attention as I proudly displayed myself with total confidence. As I came to expect, the doctor began her thorough examination, checking every inch of my penis and balls, sending chills running up and down my spine. I got instantly aroused and accidentally reached out with my psychic powers to the doctor, who was the closest person to me. I panicked that I had inadvertently given away my secret and revealed to that one person what I so desperately needed to hide from her with all my might. Then, a second or two later, I realized that nothing happened. Just like what had happened with Beth earlier, it seems that my psychic abilities were limited to boys only. I was momentarily disappointed, but surprisingly relieved.

"All right, get dressed," the doctor ordered as she seemed to be satisfied with her limited examination. She packed her equipment back into her bag and prepared to leave.

"I'll be back in six months," the doctor concluded as she walked out the door.

I followed her downstairs to find out what she might have to report to my foster mom and watched her walk out the front door without so much as a peep while my foster mom was working hard in the kitchen preparing dinner. I was glad to see her leave and relieved that I had escaped being discovered, only because this time, `The Company' had sent Doctor Evalia instead of one of the many male doctors on staff. I needed to master my teenage hormones and learn how to control my wants and desires if I was going to successfully sidestep an unimaginably dismal future. I had a life now with my foster parents, such as they are. I was finally fitting in at school and I had established a circle of new friends that I had recently grown to know intimately. I had six months to learn how to control and more importantly, conceal my burgeoning abilities when necessary until I would get visited by the next Company doctor.

The rest of the day progressed pleasantly. My foster dad came home from work and we had a wonderful family dinner together consisting of my favorite dish, spaghetti and meatballs. After dinner, my foster parents gave me their joint birthday gift. It was a compact computer desk and chair for my room and a brand new desktop computer to go with it.

"This is too cool," I told them as I checked out all the computer features listed on the box. "Thank you guys so much. This is the best birthday gift ever."

"Yeah, we thought you'd like it," my foster dad said.

"And we realized that you need to have this to do your homework," my foster mom added. "No more hassles trying to get time on the library computers. Now you have your own."

"Oh, and one more important thing you can't see," my foster dad said. "I ordered a high speed Internet package to go along with all this."

I hugged both of my foster parents for their kindness and consideration. I realized how hard they were trying to make me feel wanted and cared for. It was yet another thing in my life I didn't want to lose by being careless with my abilities.

By the weekend, my foster dad and I were able to get my new computer desk and chair assembled and placed in my room next to my dresser. Then we got my new computer hooked up and running just prior to our appointment with the cable installers to get us officially connected.

A whole new world was waiting for me out there and I had a long way to go to learn all the ins-and-outs of the computer world. Now that I had my own computer, I could freely search for sites that the library computers were programmed to block from public access. Thanks to the school's computer lab and our local library, I wasn't a complete computer novice.

My first piece of research would be to read and gather all the information I could find online concerning psychic abilities, how to use them and how to control them. I soon learned that there was sadly very little that would be of any use to me. I was looking for a `how to' site, or a kind or `instruction manual'. Instead, all I could find were sites that dealt with the metaphysical aspects that were abstract or theoretical. Some of the sites recommended meditation. That was a nice idea, but I didn't see myself doing that. I was sorely disappointed and soon realized I was on my own and was going to have to solve my problem like I already had been doing up to this point, relying on myself using the oldest tried and true method there is, `trial and error'.

It wasn't like I could walk into a laboratory and use test tubes and measuring equipment to carry out my experiments. I had to do all my testing on real people in the real world. The fact that I was indeed going though puberty in no small way complicated matters significantly. My frequent boners caused me to get horny and my sexual desires seemed to activate my psychic trigger and when I'm around cute and sexy boys, my control goes right out the window. My first question was, how do I stop myself from getting sexually aroused when my pituitary glad is constantly pumping male testosterone into my body? The second question was, how do I keep from reaching out psychically with my mind when all I want to do is seduce the nearest cute boy within my grasp?

There was no doubt that I had a long and difficult road ahead.

End of Chapter #3

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