Ahhh.. Life was good. I had bed companions every night from then on, James and Eric Sunday through Thursday, and two or three of my lesbian girlfriends on the weekends after swapping bodies with one of them.

James' and Eric's weekends with Wally were having a very good effect on the both of them. Eric was happy, James was happy, and Wally was always telling me how enjoyable it was for him to watch them make love. I especially liked how loving and incredibly patient James acted every Sunday night after coming home from Wally's.

And I hate saying it, but I was really enjoying having him as my bitch. Every day he seemed a little more feminine to me. The way he acted, the way he spoke to me, even the way his skin felt at night, it all felt increasingly female and submissive to me, and I was finding it all a bit... pleasing to think he was doing it because of me.

And he only acted that way around me, and no one else. When he was with Eric or one of our house mates, he was the same old James as he always had been. But as soon as it was time to shower, James became my loving bitch, and after three weeks of feeling him fight his desire while showering, I rewarded his efforts by kissing him.

Eric seemed pleased when I started calling James by the pet names I usually only called girls. Like honey, sweetie, and darling. Oh, and one Sunday after he had come back from Wally's, James melted in my arms when I walked up behind him, wrapped my arm around him and said, "Come 'ere, baby. I missed you."

Yeah, I guess I was getting a little carried away. But I kept our love play strictly to kissing and maybe a little fondling, and I could tell that even though he always wanted more, he was satisfied with just what I was giving him.

Lana and I became more and more efficient at running the link, so that by the end of the week we started adding people to it even though I wasn't as strong as I would have liked to have been. But by the time we had four people in the link with us, I was starting to find my tired spells not as inconvenient as they first had been. I could hold the links together for a little over an hour, then would listen to their discussion afterwards which always seemed to produce something productive.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I really needed twelve people in the link. We were making remarkable headway with only a total of six people (four plus me and Lana) that I was reluctant to add a seventh.

Oh, but when we did, we couldn't wait to get an eighth, and then a ninth, and before we knew it we had fifteen people in the link, not twelve.

We decided that fifteen would be my limit, for even with the drink, I was absolutely wiped out after a single session. I couldn't stay awake for the hour discussion period afterwards I was so tired.

By the end of the fifth week of linking with Lana, it was obvious that I had become so dependant on her own gifts that I was handicapped without her. And that really was a problem since she could only work in the mornings.

It took two weeks for Lana to basically make herself obsolete in the link. And when she realized she was no more use to me, she managed to hold back her tears while she gave her notice she was quitting the team.

That sucked. I was unable to concentrate for two days after she stopped showing up. I really had grown to like her, perhaps more than just liking her, I wasn't sure. She was special, that's all. I had let something special go, and that was hard to get over at first.

But once I was independent of Lana, I really started making headway in my own research for a couple of weeks, then suddenly ran into a serious problem. We had learned a lot about how the streams of symbols of normal people worked, but my goal was to protect myself from other telepaths, and I knew darn well that they had much more complex streams because I could see my own somewhat.

Every person had a different configuration of streams spinning around their minds. I found the trick was not looking at the streams as a whole, but like a river with groups of different kinds of boats floating down it. I basically looked for a certain cluster of symbols which represented some function or characteristic of the person's mind. Inserting a certain symbol in a certain cluster within a particular set of streams would alter what that person believes, desires, etc. But things like telepathic shields, rats, heck even probes were a complete mystery to me because I couldn't really watch how they were formed within my own mind.

I don't know what I would have done without Wally's help. Not only had he literally saved James and Eric from their own lust, he also convinced Sarah to allow Janice and a new girl named Bridget to assist me by being my telepathic guinea pigs.

The night that Janice got there, she insisted on a rematch in the mud ring. I think she and Lindsey had been practicing every day after Joey and I defeated them at the party, for even though Lindsey stayed out of the ring, Janice had me pinned in less than a minute.

"You know, I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw you," Janice said, laying on top of me without any indication of letting me go.

She was a rather heavy set young woman, and since we had both preferred to wrestle nude, her weight only made the feel of her mud slickened body on top of me even more erotic.

"Yeah? How so?" I said, struggling to get a hand free so I could use it to feel her body up and down.

"You were so sure of yourself, but you weren't arrogant. You moved like a snake, but you didn't bite. I like that in a snake," she said, putting her mouth an inch from mine. "Especially snakes with soft lips."

I raised my head up to close the gap, but instead of kissing her, I gently nibbled her lower lip, then said, "SSSSSnakesssss alsssssso have very long tonguesssss," and inserted my tongue inside her mouth.

While I was exchanging spit with Janice, I reached a conclusion that has held true for the hundreds of telepaths I have met in my life since that day. Most telepaths have their specialties and their weak areas of the multiple applications of telepathy. That's to be expected since everyone is different and no one shares the same form of imaginative creativity. Only five percent of the telepaths I have personally met have explored as many of the different uses of telepathy that I had back then. This really isn't as significant as you might expect since a lot of those are purely... entertaining rather than useful.

Janice was one of those who had only explored and applied her abilities in altering another persons to suit her needs. In fact except for Stan's illusionary abilities, that was pretty much what all of the members of the Harrison group had focused upon: creating better controls for inserting into the minds of others while minimizing the chance of being detected. So Janice was taken completely surprised to find my tongue was able to go deeper into her throat than anyone else's ever had, never imagining one could directly manipulate another's senses rather than their mind.

I finally managed to get a hand free as she struggled to stay on top of me in the slippery mud, and immediately began using my magic touch on her amply padded back.

Oh she was so easy to subdue that there almost wasn't any challenge in it! I had my other hand free within a minute, then used both of my hands to play melodies of lust and pleasure up and down her back's nervous system. Once her mouth had become too busy with her gasps and groans to continue any of our deep tonguing, I manipulated the pleasure my fingers were providing to get her to slide down so her head was on my chest.

Janice as so pliable in my hands of sexual pleasure that I knew I could make her practically do anything I wanted without her ever raising a hint of resistance. But at the time, I was enjoying the feel of her weight on top of me too much to do anything else, especially the soft and slippery feel of her muddy stomach against my hard dick.

While I was taking Janice up and down the arousal roller coaster I had her on, I noticed Lindsey patiently watching us, somewhat concerned about what I was doing to Janice while also getting turned on by her best friend's moans. I felt sorry for her for a moment, knowing how little control she had over her own life anymore, and probably would never have again.

I thought about switching things around, but for the time being, I needed Janice, and I didn't want to betray her in the first place. So after a few moments of consideration, I left Lindsey alone to begin having my dick emit its magic touch.

"Noo..." Janice moaned, surprisingly drawing on some inner strength that I hadn't realized had been there.

I turned down my magic touch and asked, "What's the matter, Janice?"

"Mmmm... I can't go all the way with you," she said with some difficulty. "I promised.."

"You promised who?" I asked.

"Me," she said, regaining her senses. "I didn't mean to lead you on, but I don't want to go that far with anyone yet."

"What about all those guys.... Oh. I guess you don't always have to have sex with your slaves, do you."

"I like making out and things like that," Janice admitted. "But it's Lindsey who likes having sex with the guys I bring home to serve us. She gets in these moods that if she doesn't get to fuck someone, she gets really crabby. Would you like to her to fuck you?"

"You want me to fuck her, don't you? Ahhh," I said, instantly feeling how true that was.

In a sing song teasing voice, I said, "Janice gets off watching her girlfriend getting laid... Janice gets off watching Lindsey get fucked.."

"Shut up!" she said with a nervous tone to her voice.

Feeling her concern over concealing her fetish for watching Lindsey having sex, I began soothing her with my magic touch, and soon she was completely limp and motionless on top of me as I continued luring her into a deep thoughtless sleep.

Once I was sure Janice was out cold, I began scanning Lindsey's mind to see all what she had done to her. While Janice had been speaking the truth concerning Lindsey initiating the sex she had with the first few dozen or so slaves Janice had taken, she no longer had the choice. Apparently, Lindsey didn't want Janice watching her as she screwed the slaves, but after catching Janice hiding in a closet watching her, Janice had used her abilities on Lindsey for the first time to change that.

As time went on, Janice "corrected" Lindsey's personality little by little, quickly getting used to the notion of using her abilities on her best friend to iron out all the little difficulties a normal friendship would have. But as a consequence, Lindsey had become nothing more than Janice's top slave, and only wished to make Janice happy no matter what she had to do.

I turned my attention to Janice's unshielded mind and immediately found how dependant she was on Lindsey to satisfy both their sexual needs. Without touching herself or making any conscious attempts to form a two way, Janice would orgasm when Lindsey did, but only if she got to watch the whole fuck.

I recognized some of the signs of having a two way with another, mostly being the considerable strength of her desire to experience the stronger than average orgasms again. At times, Janice would swear she could feel the cock sliding in and out of her own wet cunt, but had always considered it to be just her imagination.

Ideas began popping into my head, most of which were based on the knowledge of how addicting two ways were to both telepath and non-telepaths. I made several inquiries to both their minds, and formulated a plan which I hoped would free Lindsey from Janice's direct control without making Janice angry with me.

When Janice awoke feeling my cock sliding into her slippery cunt, she nearly broke her neck as she jerked herself up to a sitting position too fast.

"What's.... going on?" she said, laying back down as I began to pump.

"Janice... mmmm.." Lindsey said, feeling a hand rub her second crotch.

I sped up my humping of Lindsey's well lubed pussy, grinning as the two women began losing themselves in their arousal from the pleasure of their combined senses. When Janice began instinctively meeting my humps with her own, I began pressing my invisible dick against her entrance as it went up and down in the air.

Feeling the sensations of two pricks fucking their dual pussies, Lindsey and Janice began their first joint orgasm which I didn't share in. I wanted to make them cum together at least twice before my own orgasm so they would both be good and addicted to having sex that way.

When Janice suddenly rolled over onto her stomach, my simulated cock momentarily disappeared from inside her desperate cunt. Her change in position had caused me to lose my concentration, but I quickly reformed it and struggled to get in synch with her desperate humps.

Something wasn't working right, for Janice seemed to be fighting my attempts to get her in sync with Lindsey's own humps. But then I realized what she was trying to do, and started to alternate my invisible thrusts with my real ones.

Janice's and my asses rose and fell at the same time like two oil rigs pumping for the same oil. Once I got used to it, I was able to start working up to the orgasm I had been delaying all too long. I missed my chance when the women came the second time, but I quickly manipulated their senses so they were ready for a third in another two minutes.

As my first stream tickled Lindsey's vaginal wall, Lindsey and Janice went stiff with another orgasm. I barely noticed the way their gasps and grunts were timed the same, and once my own orgasm reached its conclusion, I pulled my dicks out and laid down on my back to wait for their reactions, making sure my real dick stayed standing straight up.

It took nearly twenty minutes before Janice had experienced enough of Lindsey's patient, submissive, and enslaved thoughts to start undoing some of the most significant changes she had made. I was glad to see Janice was still humble enough that experiencing the thoughts of her altered best friend was uncomfortable to her. Some would probably have enjoyed how sickeningly dedicated their enslaved friend was to do whatever they could to please them.

Once she had restored enough of the real Lindsey such that Lindsey started to think for herself once more, Janice started ripping her commands out as fast as she could, nearly breaking down in tears from regret and fear of losing her best friend.

But that's the thing about two ways. Even though it's not an empathic link, the other's thoughts carry the emotional mood just like our voices do. Lindsey was very upset with what Janice had done to her, but she couldn't ignore Janice's emotional thoughts and was trying to understand why she felt so excited.

Once I saw they weren't interested in me or my dick any more, I let my hardon go down with a sigh, then informed them I was closing the link. They left separately, silent and unhappy, but I knew they would both be back to feel their joint orgasms again.

It only took two days before Janice, then Lindsey started making me offers to experience it with someone else. But I made it clear to both of them I would only do it to the two of them and not anyone else they found.

Janice gave me blow jobs, and even offered her virginity to me once, and I seriously thought about doing it if instead I got to fuck her ass.

Lindsey actually seduced me out of my clothes and was working my cock into her pussy before making the demand that I had a two way with her or she'd stop and leave. OH I WAS PISSED! I nearly forced her to do it, but ended up only making the threat that when she did finally said yes to my terms, I would make sure she never teased another guy like that again.

By the time Lindsey had gotten desperate enough to give, Janice had formed some ill feelings towards Lindsey like Lindsey had for her. Most of them were from the sexual frustration Janice had felt after going without watching Lindsey's daily fucks, but some Lindsey had caused, especially how she would call Janice up on the phone and let her listen to her fuck some guy without being able to see it.

So their reaction to my new condition that they use a double headed dildo to fuck each other was not well received by either of them. They had never had a lesbian thought about each other, and after seeing how futile it was, I switched to plan B.

You would think that with my telepathic and empathic abilities, I would never have to resort to hypnosis to condition or control someone. But hypnosis was the only tool I had open to me that I could be sure no one but myself and their subconsciouses would ever know about. And since I wouldn't be asking their subconscious minds to do anything that they wouldn't do if presented correctly, I was fairly certain I could patch up their friendship and get my own conscience off my back about my meddling.

I used their tenseness as an excuse to give them each a massage, and after they gave in to my demand, I led them both to my water bed and began undressing them.

By the time I was ready to take their bra and panties off, they both leaned into my every touch without realizing it, and once they were both nude and sitting sleepy eyed on the edge of the bed, I quickly slipped of my clothes and sat between them to begin the real induction into a hypnotic state.

I gently placed my arms over each of their shoulders and began talking calmly about how nice it felt and so on, and once their heads were hanging forward, I deepened their trance as I lowered us backwards onto the bed, using my abilities to aid my suggestions of going deeper and deeper into my restful trance.

Once I had them both under as deeply as I could, I formed a two way between them and began talking to their very souls about what I thought they should do.

Five minutes later, they awoke with the deep knowledge that they had made up and they would always be sharing their orgasms through the two way Janice was now controlling.

I could feel their minds deciding on what to do first, and for a moment I thought they were the twins when they moved their mouths in perfect sync towards my cock. My hands found their wetting crotches, and as their mouths went up and down either side of my staff together, I carefully guided them back up on their knees while fucking their cunts with my magic touch on low.

They were enjoying my double finger fuck as much as I was enjoying their dual mouthed blowjob. But the moment my eyes glanced at Lindsey's rose winking with her vagina's muscle movements, then saw Janice's doing it at the same time, I surged with lust and quickly began directing my attentions to both their roses.

When I gained sufficient control over making their assholes wink, I began teasing them by inserting the tip of my thumb while their roses were relaxed and pulling it out when they tightened. It took a few minutes, but once they had accepted the sensations as sexually pleasurable, I began working my thumb in a little deeper before pulling it out again.

They fought their own arousal while I continued working my thumb deeper and deeper, and I was getting more excited about how they were starting to lose their battle. I knew I was going to fuck one of them when they had to stop their rather intermittent mouthing of my cock to concentrate on breathing and resisting their urges to hump back.

I had just managed to pull my legs out between them and sit on my haunches when they both started pressing back hard, moaning as they orgasmed with my thumbs stuck up their spazming asses.

The surprise of finding Lindsey pulling off my thumb while Janice moved herself over in front of me was not as big as finding Roxanne and Chelsea closing the door behind them as they struggled to get out of their clothes.

I nearly missed the fact that Janice was trying to find my cock with her rather wide and pump ass. But while I used my fingers to lubricate her rose with her own juices and loosening her up some more, I watched my two lesbian girlfriends begin pleasuring their Mistress Lindsey with the vibrating cocks they had grabbed from my toy box.

I couldn't believe how quickly they were bringing themselves up to another orgasm. The symbols flying from Janice's mind suddenly captured my interest as I realized I was seeing all sorts of things I had never seen before.

My attention was so absorbed in the creation and launching of the symbols from her streams that I didn't notice the recipients of those symbols arriving and begin their own sexual services.

It wasn't until Eric was trying push me back so he could mount Janice's ass that I realized the pair had taken over the entire household in their deep lusty trance.

"Hey!" I said, undoing the commands in his mind immediately. "Excuse me Eric, but I think I've earned that right," and promptly forced my cock to go hard and plunged it into her ready ass.

Her ass was wonderfully tight, and the extra mass only made fucking her relentlessly that much more enjoyable. Once I blew my load inside her, I grabbed the bottle of drink I kept in my headboard for cases just like this and before she could come down from her orgasmic high, I gulped a good portion of it down, then loaded her up with enough of it to keep her going all night.

I fucked Lindsey's ass once, but her smaller mass just wasn't as pleasurable as Janice's. I kept knocking her off balance, so when I finally came for the eighth time that night, I went back to Janice and rode her until we were too exhausted to go any more.

Once I was able to think straight again, my attention was diverted to Eric's and James' tired grunts as they struggled to continue their fucking of Lindsey's two holes. I was pretty tired myself, and only undid the fucking commands they had been given, then almost fell asleep before realizing their desperate grunts hadn't changed.

I found the blocks on their orgasms almost immediately, then listened to their increase of pace until they both came and rolled away from Lindsey. As Eric lead the bewildered James away towards their room, Lindsey finally gave up on trying to get Janice to bring them back and curled up to go to sleep.

Janice and Lindsey both went back to Northwest state the next morning, but Janice returned Monday and stayed with us during the weekdays to help me and Bridget with my research.

Unlike Janice, Bridget was a small, meek, and very disturbed eighteen year- old girl who couldn't control her powers. Her situation reminded me of how my own abilities had first surfaced back in eighth grade, but while my own lack of conscious control only lasted a short while, Bridget's powers had been working on their own for nearly two years before being discovered by Sarah right about the time Joey and I had been kidnapped by Steven.

Oh she was a powerful little thing. Five times she rendered everyone in the place completely useless before I was able to fight off the flood of symbols her subconscious was throwing at me. I swear Janice started to freak every time Bridget would utter a sound. She didn't like it when someone was able to break down her barriers without warning like Bridget kept doing.

After spending a week like that, I was about ready to send her back to Central State when I realized I probably had the answer in my jeans.

No. Not my cock, you pervert. My coin. After only three hours of heavy concentration trying to feel what was going on inside the coin, "Voila!"

Migraine headaches for both of us.

But it did eventually work. Sort of. Okay. So, it was by accident that while she was concentrating on the coin for the fourth day in a row I accidentally sent the wrong symbol out and caused everyone in the room but the two of us to go zombie eyed.

She surprised both of us by undoing the mental pattern block in Janice's mind. After the first time she had zombified Janice herself, I started making her try to undo it whenever she did it. So she had automatically tried that time without me having say so, and because I didn't guide her mind in doing it like I had done the previous attempts, she suddenly had conscious control of her abilities.

One week later, Janice and Bridget were having a ball with two freshmen guys who just happened to go to the wrong room for a meeting. I still haven't figured out where they got the maid uniforms for them to wear. Or the strap on dildo.

I knew Bridget had a thing for transvestites, but I swear I didn't think she was one too. Or should I say he. Shit, I said she was disturbed.

It was right after Bridget was getting the hang of her powers when I had a couple of surprise visitors.

"Good morning, Tim," the Inquisitor said warmly, sitting in one of the chairs around the conference table when I and a few others entered the lab one morning.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I said warmly, but not without some concern.

"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and decided to check on your little operation here," he said.

"Tim, who is he?" Janice thought to me.

"This is my good friend the Inquisitor. He and I were, uhm, what would call us?"

"Let's just say we helped each other out of a few sticky situations and leave it at that, shall we? Tim, I'm not entirely here on my own pleasure. Could we.." he said nodding towards my office.

"Sure," I said before giving the others a shrug and following him to the office and shutting the door behind me.

"I hope you understand how dangerous it is for you to be using non telepaths who are not conditioned in any way in this... quest of yours," he said without any further delay.

"Believe me, I know. But none of them know enough separately to be of any use to anyone, and even if another telepath managed to gather them all together, they still have one missing piece.. Me. By the way, why didn't you tell me you sent an agent to Northwest State to investigate Harrison's Group. I could have told you everything without having to spend so much time chasing wild geese."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about. I never sent an agent to Northwest State."

"What? What about Young Lee? I know she was one of your agents. She knew all about me and the Cabal."

"Young Lee.. Are you saying that a telepath identified themselves as a Cabal agent and you believed them?"

"She had detailed information about what happened while I was.. Shit. You mean she really wasn't one of your agents?"

"Tim, I have no agents. I'm beginning to feel like I need someone to help keeping other Voices from drawing attention to themselves, but at this time, I work alone."

"Then who the hell was she?"

"I don't know, but I'll see what I can find on a telepath going by the name of Young Lee. Now about your project. How long until you think you're finished."

"Oh, uhm, probably at least another two or three weeks. After that I think I will pretty much have what I need. Do you see them?"

"See what?" he said, moving his eyes from the symbols on the walls to my face and frowning.

"Never mind," I sighed. "It just isn't worth explaining."

"All right," he said hesitantly. "In two weeks I'll be back to help you wipe everyone's memories of you ever being here. That includes the two Voices in there."

"You can't wipe the two Voices. Besides, they've never been in the link. They're only... uhm, working models to study. I'd love to study how your mind works, but I don't imagine you'd allow that, would you."

"No, and I'm sorry that I can't. But I do hope you find what ever it is you're looking for. I just pray you don't cause your own destruction."

And with that he left.

Talk about pressure. I explained to everyone what was up, leaving out the part about the memory wipes, then we sat down and got busy watching Janice and Bridget form commands and transmit them at each other's mental barriers.

After lunch, I had another surprise visitor. I could feel Wally was upset, and immediately sent everyone away so we could talk.

"So, what's wrong?" I asked him once he was somewhat comfortable.

"I'm afraid Sarah has done a rather unfortunate thing, Timothy."

My blood went cold from the way he said it, and I couldn't bring myself to ask what it was. But Wally didn't need me to ask.

"She found the personality suppression commands two weeks ago while they were exploring each other's minds. Sarah has always had a bit of a temper, and when she found you had altered his mind, she didn't even examine what the alterations were before removing them. After she finished removing them, Joey didn't act any different until she told him what she had done. He became extremely violent, and if Sarah hadn't been so close to the door, she admitted to me she thought he would have taken his anger out on her if she hadn't ran out of the room. I'm sorry Tim. I know how horrible it was for you to do that to him, but if it helps any, I think you did the right thing."

I sat there with my heart in my stomach, yet felt somewhat relieved that the deed I had done which had been weighing heavy on my soul had finally been lifted.

"How did you find out?" I finally asked, wiping the single tear I had shed before it could complete its journey down my cheek.

"Sarah confessed to me after her mother called her last night. He's... become very sensitive about anything concerning you. His mother mentioned you somehow, and he hit her pretty hard. She's okay, but now she's afraid to speak in front of her own son. Sarah wanted me to help her disable some kind of shield he manages to protect his mind without anyone's assistance so she could make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone."

"What did you say you'd do?"

"I told her I would have to talk to you about it before helping her do anything. She's a bit angry with me, but she'll get over it. I don't understand why, but she doesn't seem to like you. She must have been feeling guilty about that when she let you borrow Janice and Bridget. But now she's trying to blame this on you, which I know isn't your fault. So I'm here to ask you what you think I should do."

"What does Alex say to all of this?" I asked.

"I don't know. Alex... Alex decided he needed some time alone to think. I haven't seen him since Monday." "So that's what's really bothering you," I said. "You know, I think we both could use a hug right now."

He just raised his arms up a little and let me wrap my arms around him. By that time, I considered Wally a good friend, and it hurt to see him hurting like that. Of course I was hurting myself, and I did feel some comfort in his gentle and warm if limp hug.

After a few minutes, we relaxed a bit while still holding each other in a trusting and supportive embrace, then Wally asked softly, "Why do we have to fall in love, Tim? Why do we let ourselves fall in love knowing it will hurt so much when they leave us?"

"I guess it's because for a while it's the greatest thing on earth to hold someone you love and know they love you too. Don't worry, Wally.. Alex will come back to you. He probably just got a bit too close, you know? We all need some... Some space.. Funny. That's what Joey said when he told me he wouldn't come with me. He needed his space. I guess he got it."

That evening I managed to fool Eric and James that nothing was different until James and I were walking up to the bed where Eric was already laying. Something about the way Eric smiled caused me to suddenly remember the morning at home where I got to study Joey's face while he was asleep. My sorrow started cascading inside me from that point, and as Eric and James started to snuggle up to me like they always did, I couldn't hold it back any more and began to weep.

Eric was nearly beside himself, but James stayed perfectly calm and did everything he could to comfort me. After I finally calmed down enough to tell them what had happened, I told them both I loved them and never wanted them to hate me, then ended up asking them if they could sleep in their bed that night because I wanted to be alone.

Sometime after midnight, James came back in my room and said he couldn't sleep without me. I knew he was honestly worried about me, and even though he never had problems falling asleep with just Eric in the bed with him, he hadn't been able to do so this time.

James curled up against me like he always did, and for the longest time he laid there watching me stare up into space, wiping an occasional tear off my cheek with his small and soft hand.

When I noticed his own sniffles, I looked down at him for the first time to find his worshipping eyes still watching me, accidentally triggering an empathic connection at the same instant.

James and I had our most tender moments together that night. I realize now that I was trying to fill in the gap which Joey's love had once filled in my heart with James' simple love. I never realized that I would cause the same kind of pain and emptiness if not worse to James later as I began making love to him.

Not once did James attempt to hurry the love making up, allowing me to make every move, accepting every kiss with love, and only gasped once when I began loosening his ass with my fingers, understanding I was going to fulfill his greatest desire by fucking him.

James didn't even whimper as my rod slid into his snug ass. Eric's cock had only entered his ass five or six times even though they were constantly having other kinds of sex, so he was still a bit uncomfortable at first. But James quickly lost himself in feeling the pleasure of my strokes against his prostrate and was restraining his gasps and groans as much as he could, neither of us wishing to wake Eric with our traitorous lovemaking.

I swear I kept seeing Suzi instead of James laying there quietly gasping while I pumped. Then when I felt James approaching orgasm himself, I linked with him in a two way almost by instinct, tempering his orgasm until we came together as one.

I tenderly kissed his soft and undeveloped chest after my softening dick worked its way out of his ass, not hearing James declaring his everlasting love to me until my post orgasm daze had faded away. James had just fallen asleep when I started realizing how big of a mistake it had been to have made love to him like that.

When Eric didn't join us in bed the next morning, I knew he had been hurt by our night of passion. I knew he had guessed what had happened when he had found James and I sleeping like two lovers instead of the butch and bitch we had always pretended to be. And from the way James was acting, Eric wouldn't have drag it out of him, and knew by the time they got back from their tutoring, Eric would know it all.

I wasted another day that I could have been using to research sitting alone in my lab, grieving about Joey and wondering what I should do about Eric and James. Eric surprised me by coming to the lab after dinner. Even though he was pretty upset with me, Eric had been worried about my own problems concerning Joey and had come to make sure I was all right when I hadn't come home to eat.

When I saw the look on his face, neither one of us had to say anything. I just stood up and spread my arms out as he rushed up to me for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I gasped holding him tightly. "I don't know why I did it. I shouldn't have, and I'm really sorry."

"I'm the one who's sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't think he'd ever give me up for you without you stealing him from me. But now he's..."

"I knew this would happen if I gave him what he wanted. I never thought I would ever do it, but he was so... I was so... But Eric, I love you. And I guess I love James too. But not like you. I don't want you to lose James any more than you do. James is not my lover, he's yours."

"Not any more," Eric said before letting his grief overwhelm him.

I held him as he cried, and I was surprised at how deep my feelings were for him. I realized that Eric had become one of the people who I relied on, someone I could trust with my soul, someone who would never knowingly betray me, just like Suzi and..

I didn't allow myself to finish that thought. All I could do was hold my loved one as he calmed down in my arms.

"Tim?" he said looking up at me from my shoulder.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you still love me?"

"That's a silly question," I said, with a gentle smile.

"I think I really need to hear it though," he said, his eyes filling back up.

"I love you, Eric Nicholas Roberts. And right now I need you more than you can imagine. Would you like me to prove it?"

"Prove it? How?" he said with a teary face trying to break into a weak smile.

"Like this," I said, unbuckling his belt, then setting him down in the chair next to me so I could get down on my knees.

"What are you doing?" he said in a breathy voice when I pulled his jeans down halfway.

I didn't bother saying anything since he had already guessed the answer. I knew that because when I went to uncover his dick, it was already growing hard.

But before I could bend forward, Eric covered his cock up with his hands and said shakily, "Okay, I believe you. I know you don't really want to do it, and you don't have to."

I looked up at him and said, "Eric, I've learned something very important about myself and life in general. If you truly love a person, you have to love all of them. Their bad habits, their mistakes, their odor, their cock, even their shit. I cheated you out of giving you a blow job once, and now it is time for me to pay up. I love you Eric. I've only loved two others like I love you, and since I've blown Joey more times than I can count, I want and need to blow you too."

To emphasize my point, I gave his dick's head a lick, his whispery gasp the only response I needed for me to continue. I sucked, slobbered, kissed, licked, tongued, bobbed, and deep throated his pleasure rod until he was sweating all over, then I really went after it, using every trick I knew before finally allowing him to cum.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he regained his ability to think and realized I had cleaned up every last drop. He was still a bit stunned as I gently pulled his underwear back up, then he struggled to help a little as I pulled his jeans up and finished dressing him.

"I.." he began, then never bothered to finish it because I was closing in to give him a kiss with a look on my face that told him a very important message.

But instead of a kiss, he put his arms under my arm pits, and drew me against him, his lips slowly giving me kisses on my neck and cheek.

Eric was no longer my little brother, or my younger sexual playmate. For in my face's expression had been the face of a lover giving him his heart and soul. Never had Eric felt so grown up, so young and alive, so powerful, yet so weak. He knew he was my equal, and for now on he wouldn't have to wait for me to want to share our love.

Eric later believed that I had first given him my heart before he had given me his, but you see he had already given me everything I needed the moment he had told me I didn't need to prove I loved him with a blow job. I knew he and I would never have to have sex to prove our love again. So it was at that time Eric became the third of my four soul mates, becoming a part of me as I became a part of him, and for the first time since all this trouble began, I laughed from the joy of knowing I was unconditionally loved again.

My spirits didn't even sour when we went back to the house and found James was patiently waiting to go to bed, hoping for another night like the last.

"James," I said, soaping him up like I usually did once he had done me. "Last night when I made love to you, I wasn't thinking very straight. If I hadn't needed your love so badly, I would have never fucked you, ever.

"Yet I did, and I know you want me to do it again. But," I paused, turning him towards me, "but I'm not your gay lover. Eric is the man for you, not me. He loves you very much, and I love him too much to take you away from him."

"But," he said, realizing what I was saying wasn't what he wanted to hear at all. "I love you. You're my butch."

"I know, but what we have isn't real. It's just a fantasy you've been playing out, and for a while I was playing it out too. But the truth is you're no bitch and I'm no butch. You're a gay fifteen year old male stuck in a little boy's body, and you're just confused about what you want."

"I want you, Tim," he begged. "Please don't make me leave you. Please don't kick me out like my dad.."

"I'm not kicking you out, James," I said, holding him and rubbing his back. "I do love you, my little bitch. It's just that we can't go on like this much longer. I'll never kick you out, or ever refuse your hug or kiss. But I am not gay, and the simple truth is I don't want to have sex with you."

He said he understood before he turned to run out and cry, but I didn't let him run from me, and I held him until his shaking and quiet sobs had stopped.

He and Eric slept in their own bed that night, and I was relieved to hear the sounds of them sucking each other off. They hadn't done that for a while, and I started to believe things would be okay between them.

The rest of the week I was happy and content, which helped me make a lot of progress in my work. I completely understood the mechanisms involved concerning probes, but I couldn't seem to get a grasp on how telepathic commands were formed and launched, nor understand how our mental barriers could absorb the symbols without those streams of symbols being altered.

But I was an expert on probes, and could even customize a probe that would penetrate a shielded mind as long as the probe was set for a specific fact. It was like being able to ask their mind a yes or no question and having them respond with the absolute honest truth.

I was surprised to find that Alex had already picked up Eric and James for their last weekend at Wally's when I got home at five that Friday. I was even more surprised to find Nicky waiting in my room nude, covering her breasts with chocolate syrup as I walked in.

I shut the door before asking with a smile, "Uhm, what's going on?"

"What does it look like," she said, licking the chocolate off her finger.

"It looks like you're trying to seduce me into bed," I said before hurrying to pull my shirt off.

"That's certainly what it looks like," she said, stirring the chocolate around her erect nipples.

"I take it you want to swap so you can suck the chocolate off your own nipples," I said after the thought had hit me.

"Not unless you make me," she said, staring right in my eyes.

"Really?" I said, hesitating to slip my last piece of clothing off, that being my shorts.

"Just don't tell anyone, okay? It would ruin my reputation as being a devoted lesbian. I wouldn't want anyone to know I wanted a man to ravage my body."

"Shit, Nicky. Keep talking like that, and I'll do more than ravage it. I'd do things like... THIS!" I said as I jumped on top of her and began sucking up the chocolate almost as fast as she had put it on.

Once I had done a passable job of cleaning her breasts and the surrounding areas up, I tongued and nibbled each nipple until I wore my tongue and nibbler out, then hungrily frenched her, allowing her to taste the chocolate in my mouth. It seemed that all too quickly our bodies lined up and I found my cock entering her puss without consciously intending to.

As I fucked her well fisted pussy, I had strange reoccurring urges to suck her cock. After three or four of these urges, I stopped to rest for a moment, pretending I was out of breath as I tried to figure out what was wrong with me.

Nicky decided she wanted to have a go and had me get on bottom. As she worked her cunt up and down my rod, I kept finding myself desiring to give someone a blow job, tasting their cum in my mouth, and a few times wishing some well endowed man would just insert his cock up my ass and fuck me until they filled my ass with their cum.

It wasn't until Nicky relinquished the fucking job back to me that I realized why I was having trouble keeping my mind on the heterosexual sex I was having.

The truth of the matter was I had become addicted to the gay sex I had been having the past several months. Not just male gay sex, but the lesbian sex I had been having every weekend over the past two months was just as addictive. And strangely enough, I found that the greatest addiction was having my own cock fuck my pussy or fill my mouth until it exploded inside me with my own seed.

I was starting to believe that fucking a girl's pussy with my dick just didn't seem exciting to me anymore. It took me a few minutes of wild desperate fucking before even my dick decided it wasn't interested any more and went soft.

I conceded that I just wasn't going to cum that way, and I was struggling with the concept that perhaps I truly had become gay when suddenly my dick brushed her rose and it said, "Hey! I liked that! GET ME MORE!"

"Nicky," I cooed into her ear, "I have a surprise for you," I said while my magic touch began stimulating her rose.

"What?" she moaned.

"I'm going form a two way with you. We're going to share our bodies as our cock enters your ass," I said as surged the magic touch at her ass.

"oOOHH!" she groaned as her ass swallowed my two fingers.

Before forming the two way, I disabled her pain receptors for her anus so she wouldn't feel any discomfort. For a two or three month period last year, Lisa had insisted on fisting Nicky's ass in the love play, and I knew my cock wouldn't be near the intrusion as Lisa's hand had been. So once Nicky was feeling my body's arousal along with her owns, I nudged the tip of my cock into her somewhat willing ass.

I could feel my heterosexual lusts re-enforcing themselves as my hands roamed her soft female skin and I worked my cock deeper into her ass. The moans and gasps coming from her were driving me wild, and since I hadn't bothered to add her own body's senses to my own, I decided I really didn't need to, and would probably be best if I didn't.

Yes, I knew that I was definitely no more gay than I had been, finding the feel of a woman's skin under my hands while I began fucking her ass the greatest eroticism I knew.

And to prove it to myself, I spent that weekend having sex with those twelve not so gay women, staying in my own body the whole time. Only four of the girls allowed me to fuck their asses, but I found the rests' cunts were nice and tight and extremely enjoyable, and a few of them knew how to give decent blow jobs too. And I had all the tits I could desire to fuck and suck, sometimes more than I could handle after they all having gotten addicted to my magic touch on their skin.

Yet I guess I was just a tad more gay that I used to be. You see, I couldn't help but suck the combination of their juices and mine out of their pussies as soon as I had filled them with my spunk. Yeah, if there was one thing I had grown to enjoy from all the male gay sex I had had, it was the taste of freshly pumped cum. But I will always prefer it when served in a wet and well fucked cunt.