The Psychic Seducer / Chapter #12

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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #12

Once everyone was seated, we all took a short break while Xavier and I explained the concept behind how the second half of our Wuzzle party was going to proceed.

"Now that we have our winner from the first half of the game, Michael and his champion will be the focus of the game's grand finale," I started off. "Michael, you may choose anyone here to be your champion. It should be someone you think will not only be able to make you cum, but also rouse the entire group to orgasm."

Then Xavier took over for me.

"Michael, you will be in the center, with the group gathered around you in a circle," Xavier began. "The group will be responsible for cheering Michael and his chosen champion `on' as you all stroke yourselves along with the two of them. The more you guys cheer them on and stroke yourselves, the more excited they will get."

"Right," I added. "And the more you excite the two of them, the more feedback and excitement each one of you will receive in return. You'll all feel Michael's excitement grow as you fuel each other's orgasms. I will pass along all of Michael's sensations as his champion works to finish him off. Then we'll all know what it feels like for Michael to cum. Not only will you feel his orgasm, you'll also feel what it's like to actually be him, to have a huge cock like Michael's, to know what it's like to have loose hanging balls like Michael's and to be blessed with his `one-of-a-kind' climax as you all climax along with him, stroke-by-stroke, surge-by-surge, breath-by-breath, squirt-by-squirt!"

"I don't know about the rest of you guys," Xavier explained as he addressed the group. "But, I'm looking forward to finding out what gets Michael turned on and what makes his cock hard and twitch. I want to feel Michael get close to cumming, and when he does, I want to know if his balls tighten and if he moans before he shoots and spews. I want to know if Michael is going to ooze his semen out the tip of his dick before he shoots his load or if he'll fling it high in the air as he loses control. Then, I want to feel what it's like as his load surges past his tubes and vesicles and jets out his cock like a hyper-sonic engine. I want to know how many times he's going to squirt and if he keeps pumping long after he's gone dry. And if he keeps pumping long after he's gone dry, I want to know how many times he dry heaves and what that feels like. I want to know how mind boggling it must be to be able to perform all this at will in front of all of us, knowing he's tuning us on and making us cum right along with him. I want to feel his sense of virility and erotic male potency, and how cumming can make a guy feel like the alpha-male that he is, being on display for all of us to observe and worship."

"Wow, Xavier," I exclaimed. "Now you got me all horny. I can't wait to get started.

Everyone agreed with me and I then turned to Michael.

"Michael?" I asked. "Are you ready to make your choice and select your champion who will focus all his attention on you and finish you off in style, bringing new meaning to the term, `Grand Finale'?"

"I have!" Michael acknowledged.

I don't know why, but I was expecting him to choose either Xavier, or myself. Logically, the two of us were Michael's closest equivalent counterparts who most closely match him in stature, skill, and endowment. It will be a challenge for us to maintain our psychic connection if one of us is busy servicing Michael while we endeavor to pass along Michael's psycho-erotic energy to the group. One way or another though, Xavier and I are determined to make it work, whether he chooses one of us or not.

"I choose... Nick," Michael said, surprising everyone.

Michael purposely called him `Nick' instead of `Nicky', making him feel more grown up and mature. Nicky's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. To get selected by one of his idols, ahead of all the other guys in the group, including me and Xavier, made him pop the quickest and hardest boner possible as he stood up to accept Michael's squire request.

"Thank you, Michael," Nicky said. "I accept! I'll make you proud, I promise."

Nicky joined Michael as the center of attention, while the rest of the group got into position. Michael was on his back, propping his body up on his elbows. Nicky lay on his belly and awkwardly crawled up between Michael's legs, getting fixated with his favorite part of Michael's anatomy. Then he got himself ready to bring Michael to the edge of madness by giving Michael the best blowjob he could. He was excited to be part of the grand finale, even though he figured that it was just going to be a one way blowjob. The rest of the group, including Xavier and me, drew closer and tightened the circle surrounding our Wuzzle winner and his champion squire.

"You go, Nicky," Carl encouraged as the festivities began.

I psychically read Nicky's thoughts briefly as he got started giving Michael his blowjob. Nicky lifted Michael's cock up off his balls where it was lazily resting. It felt so massive to Nicky that it looked to us observers that it weighed a ton as he drew it into his mouth. At first, Nicky was able to get it all into his mouth at once, allowing Nicky to feel quite proud of this simple accomplishment. But as Michael began to bone up, his monster-meat grew even bigger than Nicky had anticipated, and he was no longer able to keep it all in his mouth. As Michael's erection inflated to full size, there was so much density to it that Nicky could only get a little over half of it into his mouth. He was going to have to do some other, creative moves to Michael's cock if only `half way' was going to be the best he could do. He thought about it for a minute and began to implement some ideas he used to do to himself when he would fantasize that his own cock was as big as Michael's.

Nicky continued to keep as much of Michael's cock in his mouth as possible. He used both hands to stimulate the rest of his cock as the group finally began to respond by grunting and making encouraging comments to fuel their growing excitement. The idea of the two groups working together to stimulate and excite each other was starting to work perfectly. Michael was starting to moan erotically and Nicky was doubling his efforts to get his friend, idol, and Wuzzle winner worked-up enough to give him the biggest, hottest climax he'd ever had. Nicky then began alternating between his special `assisted sucking' mode, and using both hands to stroke Michael cock with. Nicky's double fisting method made Michael's cock jump and his legs quiver even though his amazing cock reached several inches beyond Nicky's clenched fists put together.

It was now time for Xavier and me to initiate our psychic connection between the two of us, and as we began, it immediately started to feedback on itself.

To explain this phenomenon briefly, I would read Michael's thoughts and feelings and then relay them to Xavier. Xavier would then receive those thoughts and feelings and bounce them back to me as they begin their journey through the feedback loop. Once those thoughts and feelings got bounced back and forth between us several times, the ripened thought waves would fully mature through the loop. Then they would get passed along to the group members, unaltered but intensified by a factor of ten. Michael's psycho-erotic energy, that had began with him, got amplified by Xavier and I and passed along to all the members of the group, including Nicky. Then, when that energy got received by the group, they added it to their own stroking energy as it doubled in strength, getting passed back to Michael to further fuel everyone's escalating orgasms. Michael's audience was now so heated, it sounded like a day at the races as the proverbial horses came into the final stretch.

Since Michael had already been teetering on the edge of cumming, long before being crowned the Wuzzle winner, Michael found himself once again teetering on the edge. Since the group was in sync with Michael's brainwaves, his approaching orgasm had the entire group starting to breathe heavily, heaving along with Nicky's enthusiastic blowjob as they tried to keep cheering. As Michael's climax became imminent, everyone in the group started unintentionally stroking their cocks faster, including me. What Xavier said earlier was true. We were starting to feel what it was like to be Michael and the experience was much more dramatic and breathtaking than any of us could have imagined.

For me, I could feel Michael's accelerated breathing. I could feel his heart rate quicken. I could feel his legs, arms, and torso tremble as he forfeited control of his orgasm over to Nicky. I could feel Michael fight the urge to grab a hold of his own cock and regain control of his orgasm. He wanted so much to make Nicky stop so he could slow things down and stave off his approaching orgasm for as long as possible. I could feel Nicky slap Michael's hands away every time he reached out to touch himself. I could feel all my muscles tense up, right along with Michael's muscles as his body entered a pre orgasmic state. He began to teeter so close to the edge now that Michael didn't think his orgasm could linger here another second without actually popping.

Then, with a silent rush, I felt Michael's orgasm pass into that elusive area known as `The Point Of No Return' and we all started to become overwhelmed with erotic sensations. I could feel Michael's sperms begin to collect in his firing chamber as they poised at the edge of readiness. I could feel a massive amount of pressure build up as Michael's balls began to pull up into his warm body cavity. At the same time, his butt hole clenched tightly shut as every muscle gripped his entire body. I could feel Michael's pituitary gland begin to trigger his brain to release their onslaught of endorphins. I don't know how he did it, but Michael was able to prolong the point of explosion by several additional seconds, which, to anyone who never tried that, might seem like a slow-motion eternity of bliss.

Michael then took a huge gulp of air, and then held it, which made all of us hold our breath with him. All of our bodies slipped into automatic mode, reaching the highest climactic point possible. Xavier and I started to lose control as our psychic feedback loop spiked and fractured out of range. The resulting spike sent all nine of us into the stratosphere at once as a wave of super charged psycho-erotic energy overtook every one of us.

Working ourselves into a lustful frenzy, we all stroked ourselves into oblivion. We almost passed out as we all began shooting our combined loads in sync with Michael's.

It was as if we were under Michael's spell as we all pumped out our loads together with Michael leading the way, shot for shot, spasm for spasm. It was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed as all of us erupted in a simultaneous wave of flying sperm that all erotically exploded from all nine of our engorged teenage boy cocks at once. Michael was unwittingly making us shoot multiple volleys of our hot horny boy cream, right along with his. We all watched each other as Michael caused all eight of us to fling our loads into the air like a well choreographed cumshot ballet, making us forfeit our plumes of precious sticky cock juice in a display of flying spermo-technics. We all howled sensuously as our orgasms took on a life of their own.

I was looking at Michael at the beginning and saw him nail Nicky in the face with his initial blast. Nicky was looking forward to tasting Michael's load and pretended it was chocolate based cream that was emerging from Michael's smooth dark balls. He let Michael fling his next shot into the air as he tried to catch it in his mouth, once it arced back to earth.

Then my eyes caught Carl and Freddie leaning into each other as they pummeled themselves in the chest so they could lick their prize off each other's erect nipples later.

Rudy leaned back and rolled from side to side as he spread the wealth like an automatic sprinkler between Jessie; who was on his left, and David; who was on his right. While Rudy was doing that, Jessie tried to feed himself unsuccessfully while David pinched his urethral tube behind his ball sack to see how far he could propel his sensuously hot seed.

Then, my attention turned to Xavier as we both reached across and jacked each other, watching ourselves pump out the last of our loads, dry heaving until Michael's body finally ceased its spasms.

We all bounded into the cosmos as our brains got pumped with a mixed cocktail of supercharged endorphins, flooding our minds with a hefty dose of liquid heaven.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. Not only did I feel Michael's body orgasm into infinite space, I felt everybody else's orgasm as well. I can't explain it, but I could discretely discern each one of those individual orgasms and who they emanated from, proving I had intimate carnal knowledge of everyone in our group.

As we all groggily wallowed in our endorphin induced high, we all slowly began to recover from our psychically enhanced climax, drifting back to earth, having just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm in recent memory. Similar to our last fantasy encounter, we were once again feeling a sense of love for each other and we bonded even more strongly this time than the last.

The interesting thing was, as I started to come to my senses, I realized that there was a tenth orgasm that was unidentified. As I sifted through the last few moments of our encounter, I was able to isolate and identify every orgasm in our group, plus one strange presence that was slightly detached and unrelated to our group. It was a very sexy and virile presence that came from outside of our circle of friends. It was faint, as if it were coming from a distance away. It was definitely there and still lurking somewhere nearby, right at the extreme edge of my psychic perception.

"Show yourself, who ever you are!" I suddenly called out, startling everyone.

A moment later, as Xavier became aware of the stranger's presence, he pointed to the corner of the math building where he had pinpointed the location of our intruder.

"Come out," I stressed. "We know you're there!"

A few moments later, he cautiously peered around the corner. He was clutching his clothes in his hands and his head was down, peering at the ground, obviously trying to get dressed and make his escape. He was just as orgasmically intoxicated as the rest of us were and totally unsure what it was that just had happened to him.

"Come on over," Xavier said. "We won't bite you!"

With his head held high this time, he stepped out from behind the building. Around the corner and into the open walked a very good looking young man. He had reddish blonde hair on his head and a sparse amount around his above-average sized cock. He was well built with a dusting of freckles on his arms and legs. It was his bubble butt though that caught my attention. As he slowly walked toward us, he tried to hide the fact that he was growing a boner as he approached us.

"What's your name?" Xavier asked.

"Dillon," he answered. "Dillon Franks."

"How long have you been watching us?" I asked.

"The whole time," he said. "I live near here. I watched Rudy Kaiser and his two friends jump the fence back there, so I followed them. Rudy's in my science class. I wanted to see where he was going and what he and his two friends were going to do. I thought they might come here to jack off. Honest, I was just going to watch them, but when I saw all you guys here, I hid behind the building and got undressed and pretended to join you. What you guys did here was flipping awesome!"

"What do you say, Rudy?" I questioned my friend. "Do you know this guy? Can he be trusted?"

He looked at Dillon for a moment, without recognition.

"Oh," Rudy exclaimed. "Now I know who you are. I didn't recognize you with your clothes off!"

Everyone laughed at that.

"That's okay," Dillon said. "If I hadn't watched you undress with my own eyes, I wouldn't recognize you either."

Everyone laughed again.

"What the hell just happened here?" he asked. "I just had the most sensational orgasm ever. Are you guys a cult or something? You guys somehow made me cum at the same time that all of you guys did. It was flipping awesome, but not at all normal. Are you witches, maybe? You're not going to like... sacrifice me to your god or something, are you? I have no problem running down the street naked if it will save my life!"

"Don't worry, Dillon," Xavier assured him. "You're not in any danger from any one of us."

"Even though it may look like it," I added. "We're not a cult and we're not witches either."

"We're a sex club," Rudy explained.

That made Dillon freeze for a moment. Then he gave all of us a quick scan, looking at us from a different point of view.

"No shit," Dillon exclaimed. "I thought all sex clubs were only found in Hollywood, in the back streets of seedy night clubs and bars, where everyone is over twenty-one and ancient."

"No, it's just the nine of us," I revealed. "And with you, that makes ten. Now that you know our little secret, do you want to join us?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Does it cost anything? Do I have to give blood or something?"

"Nope," I assured him. "All you have to do is keep us a secret and pass our initiation."

"I can keep a secret real good, but an initiation, man," he began to worry as he started to lose his boner. "I've heard about those college initiations. I don't know about that, man!"

"You've got nothing to worry about. All you have to do is stand right where you are, and remain standing for the next five minutes," I explained. "Can you do that?"

"You're not all going to jump me or something, are you?" he questioned as he became fidgety, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Nope," I said again. "Do you agree?"

"Okay, sure!" he relented.

I communicated psychically to Xavier and explained exactly what I wanted to do. I told him that, unknown to my friends at the time; they each got initiated, one-by-one by me on the day of my birthday party. After our first group fantasy encounter was over and before they all went home, I gave every one of my guests a departing gift. I dispatched a special orgasm to each of them as they walked out the door. That let everyone know two things. One; that I held the power to give orgasms at will. And two; that if they loved the way I made them feel, they would keep our secret, no matter what. Xavier acknowledged my message, and between the two of us, we delivered a potent, double whammy to Dillon as he unexpectedly stood in front of the group to accept his initiation.

This was going to be fun for Xavier and me as it reminded us of the times we used to stroll down the halls at school and psychically caused random guys to pop boners as they passed us by. This was going to be even easier since Dillon was already feeling vulnerable, standing in front of a bunch of strangers, totally nude and asked not to move.

Dillon began to sense that something was happening to him, even though no one was actually touching him. The boner he lost earlier had quickly retuned, which made him start to feel awkward and self-conscious. As Xavier and I increased our concentration, Dillon began to feel ripples and waves that emanated from deep within his balls and radiated out in all directions. He wanted to ask what was happening to him, but we were keeping his mind and body occupied. Then, a sensual, hair raising sensation began to envelope his body as he suddenly became acutely aroused and horny. His awkward and self-conscious reaction faded and gave way to pure lust and desire.

It no longer mattered that he was standing naked amongst nine other naked classmates. He started lusting for all the young, naked, well hung boys that he stood in front of. His desire grew exponentially as he wished they would just take him into the fold with them. He longed to feel their warm, sexy bodies against his. His imagination took over and he began to fantasize that they were going to ravage his body as they took turns making love to him, right were he stood.

His legs began to shake and buckle as his mental state of arousal became physical. He dropped the clothes he was holding on to and unconsciously reached for his chest as he began tweaking his erect nipples, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. A moment later, a small bead of precum formed on the tip of his bulging, rock hard cock. It wasn't long before that small bead of precum grew larger until it finally oozed to the ground, leaving behind a web-like thread that stretched like a rubber band from the head of his dick to the lush carpet of green grass below, glistening in the sunlight as it danced in the breeze.

As everyone watched Dillon begin to display his erotic passion, they all recognized what was happening. One-by-one, they all started fondly remembering back to their first day when they each got their free indoctrination from me. They all started popping boners now as they started getting aroused by watching Dillon get his. As their arousal grew, they began to softly chant, fueling Dillon's oncoming climax.

Rudy started things off by chanting, "Dillon... Dillon... Dillon..." Then Carl joined in, followed by Freddie, and soon, the entire group was chanting in an eerily quiet, yet totally erotic manner.

Dillon began showing signs that he was approaching his orgasm. He dropped his right hand from his chest and began stroking his rigid, pulsating cock, and his left hand followed a few seconds later until he was double-fisting himself with increasing delight. His breathing doubled and his face contorted. His legs buckled again as they quivered and weakened under him. He started to lose control as his knees almost gave way.

"If you want to be in the club, you've got to keep standing!" Xavier taunted as the group continued chanting behind him.

Dillon fought to stay on his feet as his orgasm climbed to its pinnacle. Then, straining to hold back on the onslaught of his precious boy seed, he rose to his tippy-toes and literally popped, sending his load gushing out between his fingers. He pumped out four excellent ropes of cum as he nearly lost his balance. As he slowed his stroking, he pushed out a few more blasts of cum until he totally ran dry. Once he finished his exciting performance, the group cheered his successes, and Dillon smiled broadly as he slowly came to his senses.

"That was so flipping hot!" Dillon said with elation. "Did I make it?"

"Yes, you made it!" I confirmed. "Welcome to the group, Dillon. You are now an official member."

The group applauded, and Dillon went over to sit down on the grass next to Rudy, the only person in the group he already knew, and now considered his best friend. Xavier got out a roll of paper towels from his backpack and passed it around for everyone to clean up with and then passed around a plastic bag for trash. Dillon's mind wandered as he became elated that he was now part of a teenage sex club- whatever that would entail- and considered himself to be one of the ten luckiest kids in the world.

We really didn't need another member to join our group right now, but I honestly had no choice. By making Dillon a part of the group, I would at least have the assurance that he wouldn't go making trouble for us. For each additional person that joins the group, that person puts a much bigger strain on Xavier, as well as my own, psychic abilities. I know one thing for sure. I won't be able to handle the additional strain all by myself anymore. From now on, both Xavier and I are going to have to work together, since neither one of us will be able to do it all by ourselves.

I just hope I didn't make a mistake by bringing Dillon aboard. Only time will tell. I was getting very tired and dismissed the group until next time. We all leisurely got dressed and slowly disbanded, going our own separate ways. Dillon came up to me and Xavier to thank us.

"I got the impression that you two guys are the leaders," Dillon surmised. "At first, I thought the heavy hung black guy was the leader, having the biggest dick and being in the middle of things, but you two seem to be controlling everything."

"Yes," I answered. "I founded the group. I'm Simon Bentley, and this is my br..., my assistant, Xavier Delpino."

"That's Carl and Freddie over there," Xavier pointed out. "They'll take your address and phone number and make you an official member."

"Right," I promised. "At our next meeting, we'll introduce you and welcome you to everyone properly, and of course, give you the rules of conduct and everything else you need to know."

"Well, thank you for letting me join the group," Dillon said as he walked toward Carl and Freddie. "I can't wait to do this again as an official member."

While Carl and Freddie helped out by registering Dillon as a new member, Michael came over to me before he left.

"I just wanted to thank you," Michael began. "Today's meeting was off the hook. That Wuzzle thing was a lot of fun. I almost feel like I was a dolphin today. The best part for me was, being the grand finale winner. That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had! I'm glad I chose Nick. He gave me the blowjob of a lifetime, man. That little powerhouse is awesome!"

"I know," I confirmed. "Nicky may be small and unassuming, but he is also one hot, sexy and talented young man. I never underestimate him, yet he continually surprises me."

"And you, Michael, gave all of us the best orgasm we've ever had," Xavier added. "We know exactly what it was like for you."

"What Xavier meant was," I jumped in so we wouldn't be talking about it endlessly, "We got to know the real you. You and Nicky gave everyone enough erotic memories to fuel their jack-off fantasies for the next several months."

"Exactly," Xavier stated.

"Well, thanks again," Michael said, slipping his clothes on as he disappeared around the corner.

Shortly after that, Xavier and I found ourselves alone. I was feeling very tired. In fact, I was more than just tired. I was feeling weak and light headed. I wasn't sure I was even going to make it home based on how I felt. I still had to make my way to the other side of the campus, jump the fence and then ride my bike home. The way I was feeling, it seemed like an epic task. Fortunately, I had Xavier to help me. I told Xavier what was going on as we headed for home.

"Hey, Xavier," I said. "I'm scared."

"So, you overdid it a little today," Xavier assured me. "After you get a good night's sleep, you'll be as good as new. I'll make sure you get home all right, don't you worry."

I tried to take Xavier's advice, but my feet felt like they weighed a ton. I trudged on all the same and managed to climb the school fence, which took even more strength out of me. As we got to my house, I thanked Xavier and said goodbye. I dropped my bike in the front yard, which is something I never do, and struggled to climb the stairs to my room. I made a beeline for my bed and plopped down, not even taking the time to take off my shoes.

I don't remember much after that. I immediately fell asleep, or more accurately, passed out.

The next thing I knew, I heard some faint knocking like someone at my door. I opened my eyes and got the scare of my life. I wasn't in my bed, or even in my house. I was in a large, stark white room and I was stretched out flat on my back and my head was inside a round machine, and the knocking I heard was not my door, but the machine robotically rotating around me. Since I wasn't expecting it, it was quite a scary sight.

"Where am I?" I yelled out in a panic stricken voice.

"This is your last scan," a voice over an intercom calmly stated. "Hold still please!"

The robotic armature made another pass around my head as it knocked and pinged bombastically until it whizzed to a stop, apparently powering down. Then the machine rolled me out from the mouth of the scanner and the entire room came into view.

It became apparent that I was in a hospital of some kind. Parked beside the platform I was laying on was the gurney I had apparently been wheeled in on. I was completely naked and loosely covered with one of those useless hospital gowns, the kind that when anyone looked at you, you were made to feel exposed and violated.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" the technician said. "Besides, you were asleep through most of it anyway. Do you need help getting back onto the gurney?"

"No thank you," I said indignantly.

I got up off the platform, and before jumping onto the gurney, I pulled the gown tightly around me and tied the hospital gown closed, trying to cover up as much of my exposed backside as possible. A few minutes later, I assumed I was being wheeled back to either my room, or God forbid, to an ICU ward. I had a ton of questions, but getting a straight answer from a technician or candy stripper would be like asking a blind man for directions. I was hoping one or both of my foster parents were waiting for my return so I could get some answers.

As I was being wheeled through the corridors, I looked straight up and watched the florescent lights on the ceiling whiz by, trying to memorize the path to where I was being taken. Before I got to my destination, that same tired feeling swept through me and I zoned out, losing consciousness again.

The next time I opened my eyes, I saw my foster parents, Ted and Gloria, at the foot of my hospital bed, sitting comfortably, each on a hospital chair, reading magazines.

"Mom... Dad..." I called out.

They both threw down their magazines and rushed to my side.

"Simon, sweetheart," my mom said. "We've been so worried."

"How do you feel, Son?" my dad asked.

"Where am I?" I asked right off. "What's happening to me? Why am I here?"

"You're at `Saint Joseph's Children's Hospital'," my dad said. "When your mother couldn't wake you up to come down to dinner, she panicked and called `911'."

"You've been unconscious for so long, we've been worried sick," my mom said, almost in tears.

"How long?" I bravely asked.

"Two days," my dad said.

"Two days?" I yelped.

"Son...," my dad paused, gathering the strength he needed to tell me the news. "It's cancer... You have a brain tumor.

"A brain tumor?" I questioned again.

"Yeah," my mom explained. "The tumor is getting bigger and placing pressure on your brain. That's why you've been in a coma. The doctors have been doing what they can to relieve the pressure. The fact that you're awake is proof that their efforts were successful."

"So I can go home soon?" I asked with hope.

"No Simon," my dad sadly answered. "You're going to have to have surgery to remove the tumor. The doctor will be in shortly to fill you in. You can ask him all your questions then. He's going to be pleased to see you awake. They couldn't do any surgery until the swelling went down and you were awake."

My mom started to cry.

"You are so brave, Simon," she heaved. "I love you!"

"We both love you, Son," my dad added.

I didn't think I was so brave. I just think that it all hadn't sunk in yet.

Just then, Xavier poked his head in the door.

"Has he woken up yet?" Xavier asked.

"Come in," my dad said. "He just woke up a few minutes ago."

Xavier sent me a psychic greeting and I immediately felt a sharp pain in my head.

"Don't do that!" I snapped at Xavier.

"Xavier didn't do anything to you," my mom said, thinking I was being rude to my friend. "Xavier has been here, sitting with you for the past two days. He's been worried about you too and he's come all the way here on his bike so he could see you. You can be a little nicer to him."

"I'm sorry, Xavier," I apologized. "I just got some bad news."

"Your mother and I are going to get some coffee at the cafeteria," he stated. "You two can catch up while we're gone."

My foster parents left the room, leaving Xavier and I to talk alone. As soon as Xavier sent me that silent psychic greeting as he walked in, I instantly knew that the tumor I was suffering from was directly related to my psychic powers. A thousand questions filled my mind and I suddenly got scared. I started to cry, and Xavier rushed to my side to hold my hand. The pain in my head got worse as the act of crying itself was causing the pressure in my brain to increase again. I immediately tried to stop blubbering before I passed out again. I had so much to tell Xavier and I got frustrated that I couldn't converse with him telepathically. I had to say everything verbally and it was taking its toll on my entire psyche. As Xavier embraced my hand, he looked into my eyes. Without saying a word, I could see all the compassion and love in his face that he held in his heart for me. That alone gave me strength, and I actually started to feel a little better.

End of Chapter #12

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