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                                   CHAPTER 1

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I don't really know how to begin this tale.  Some would think me to be a kook
or someone that has escaped from "Westbrook" (the local home of the substance
abused) here in the city.

One weekend on a Saturday, I had nothing to do and I had what was know as
"Cabin Fever". I had to get out of the house.  All my friends were either
out of town or doing something meaningful.  Damn, that played on my mind
heavy that day.

I decided, rather than lie here in the bed all Saturday and play with my-
self, I would get up and take a walk to my old haunts in the woods nearby
my house.

When I was a little fart, I lived not more than a mile from where I am now.
I used to go down into the woods and play in the creek, make paths, etc.
All the things us kids would do in the woods.

I grew up and went to school, joined the service for 6 Yrs, got out went to
work........"Cabin Fever"...........Go away!  My thoughts quickly changed.
I got up and dressed and went down to the woods that I played in as a child.

Progress had taken a part of them.  But there were some of the old woods
remaining.  I found an old path I remembered and began to walk into the
woods totally relaxed and my thoughts away from the big cruel world.
I didn't think I would see them, but something told me to look in certain
places.  There they were.  Some of the old marks and carvings in the trees
or on the rocks in the creek.  I had put them there some 35 years ago.

As I progressed through the woods, I planned my route.  I was going to find
the path back in the direction of my house now and take it home.  Even after
35+ years, it seemed as if I was just yesterday.  It all came reeling back
to me, every step of the way.  I guess you don't forget everything.

I sat down for a moment to rest against a tree.  I guess I must have been
there a couple of hours, because I was stiff as a board from sitting on the
cool ground.  My right hand was aching a little, too.  I looked at my watch
and .........."SHIT"......... it was damn near 5:00 PM.  I like to sleep and
all that, but this is bullshit.

I completed my journey anyway, but a little disappointed with myself for not
making the most efficient use of my time...I had just gotten up.  Why did I
go back to sleep in the woods?

When I got back in the house, I noticed the answering machine light was
blinking. I pushed the button to hear the message.

"Charles?", the voice said, "We are going to the mall for dinner at 7...
call us if you get in before... This is Frankie and it's about 4:30 now."

Well now, at least there was something to do.  I called Frankie back to find
out what he needed.  He and his friend were going out to the mall to eat a
little dinner and maybe take in a 99Th run movie at the $1.00 Cinema.
(Yes, they exist).  Frankie asked if I would like to come along with them.

I jumped at the chance.  Ran into the shower for a quick one and headed out
to meet Frankie and friend.  One thing led to another that evening and we
wound up staying up at a late-night restaurant drinking coffee until 2: A.M.
Damn I was tired when I got home.

This time sleep seemed natural to me.  It smelled like a good idea.  I went
into my bedroom, got naked, and crawled under the light cover.  Sleep came
upon me quickly.  It was as If I had taken Sodium Pentathal or something.
10 sheep, 9 sheep 8 sheep..........Buzzzzzzzzzz.

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

Well, my friends.  I had to set the tone of this story.  For what I am about
to tell you is exactly what happened to me after I got to sleep.  I don't
know.  I can't tell you first hand.  That's correct. You heard me.  "First
hand."

Read on, my friends, read on.

When I was in the woods and fell asleep against the tree, my hands relaxed
and feel to my side.  They came to rest on some clumps of Pine needles
there on the ground.  Under the clump under my right hand there had been
an "entity" of some kind.

Let's back up a little here to my bedroom slumber.  I dreamed.  An awful
dream of destruction and persecution.  It went on forever.  I couldn't
figure where I was.  The scenery was not familiar to me.  I was trying
to relate it to symbols that  represent my religious training from years
back....I don't know.

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

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

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

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

"POOOOF"!

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

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

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

Shit.  It was happening again.  I just wasn't fully awake from this experience.
I was drifting back into slumber.  Starting that dumb dream over again, or
getting back into it.

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

What the hell is this?  My words, my voice, and again, my body there, before
me.  I had read of Out Of Body Travel, but I did not create the correct
atmosphere for this nor did I practice any of the mind setting procedures for
this type of thing.  No. No. It was not happening to me.

Well it wasn't.  The voice sounded again.

"Charles". It said.

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

Somehow I thought I should fear it.  I had all kinds of thoughts.  You
know, all the childhood Boogie Man stuff?  But the more I heard the
"relax", the more I did.  There was peace and contentment.  I was
relaxed.

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

The voice continued.

"My people are a peace loving race.  However, something happened to our world.
 There were changes.  Things were happening to our atmosphere and our soil.
 Many of my kind were dying of unknown causes.  We banded together to find a
 solution........There was none.  Our world had been taken over by one of our
 fellow scientist.  In his quest to perpetuate our race, he experimented with
 himself.  He mutated into something that was contrary to our way of life.
 His power grew and grew, and the common, ordinary beings. as myself, were
 forced to flee and take shelter from his evil power."

"Well". I said. "Oidar?..Oidar, uh yes...why did you seek me to tell all
 of this you have so far?  What does it have to do with me?"

I couldn't quite grasp this and I guess Oidar sensed it. I thought that
if I ever come out of this, I was going to give Frankie hell about putting
something in my coffee.  Damn this was weird.

The voice and my image continued.

"You are my vehicle," Oidar said.  "My atomic structure is similar to your
 silicon.  However, I can change my molecular structure and virtually penetrate
 anything or anyone I desire.  In the changed state, I require energy from
 my host to survive.  Once in my host, I become a clone of another cell so
 as not to be attack by the host immune system."

I said, "What means vehicle?".

"My friends and I have come to this planet to seek materials that are non-
 existant in my world.", Oidar continued. "We have found them and we need a
 vehicle to get them to a central storage place as soon as possible.  We will
 arrange getting it back to our world."

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

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

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

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

"I'm not in the storage or courier business, so please keep the reward.
 Put it to good use for your cause." I said.

"Oh no, no!" Said Oidar.  Our culture does not allow us to do that.  When
 I entered your body there in the woods, I examined your structure, your
 Neuron firing pattern, and the energy stored in your conscious and sub-
 conscious mind.  I know your every want and fantasy."

"Bullshit", I said.  "We have doctors that have studied for hundreds of years
 to do that very thing.  Not one has been able to get into the mind such as
 describe............Ha!"

"Bullshit......good term." Oidar said.  "You must realize, Charles, that
 our world is far, far, more advanced than yours'.  I have in mind something
 you will enjoy for the rest of your life as you know it on Earth.
 Think about it.  What have you done with your life here tonight with your
 friends?  What about those quick brushes against the younger humans?

Damn, he had been in my mind.  Nobody knows that the closest thing I get
to realizing my fantasy is to get a discreet feel of the butt on a young
man that I wish could be naked here on my bed getting a back rub from me.

I am very coy with this.  I go to a mall or some function like a flea market
and observe the people around me.  If I spot an easy target, I discretely
brush against him with my palm turned outward.  As I brush against him I
position my hand so that I can feel a majority of contour of his butt and
the deepness of the crevasse.  I can't get it out of my mind for a while.
Anyway, I may say "excuse me", but in most cases I don't call attention to
it, and just forge on past....never looking back.  With my good peripheral
vision, I see the reaction.  Sometimes it's bland and sometimes it's one
of surprise.  I never let on to them I did that on purpose.

One time I almost laughed out loud at one reaction.  I was a flea market
and I passed by this one young man and touched his butt.  Just by our
respective positions at the time of contact, amplified the feel ten fold.
He jumped about two feet it seemed.  It must have felt like a big goose.
I've never seen such a sensitive hiney. I felt a big laugh building up in me.
In my peripheral vision, I could see him watching me everywhere I went for a
long time.  I couldn't even glance his way because I would break into a laugh...
I just know I would.

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

"Uh what?" I said.

Oidar said, "How would you like to contact those that you choose to brush
against? Or better yet, find them at any time you need? Talk to them? Bathe
and sleep with them? Help them discover themselves when the time is right?"

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

"No, no, quite the contrary." Said Oidar.  "This will be our gift to you for
 helping us.  If you are going for the feel, you may as well have the pleasure
 of completing your fantasy and making it real."

"There are laws we live by here." I said. "I could not possibly do all of that
 and get by with it.  They would put me under the jail.  I am 40+ years old
 and .........you know the rest."

"Yes, only if you were detected." Said Oidar.  "You will have the ability in
 your body to manufacture a cell that is a duplicate of me except that its'mind
 is your mind, its'control is your control.  When you brush against your
 "target", if you will, you can release this cell.  It will penetrate the
 outer clothing and eventually gain entrance to his body and mind.  There
 you will gain instant contact.  When the time is right, engage in conver-
 sation or however you want to handle it.  You can be here at home.  Your
 minds will have grown together.  Every thought and every sensation will be
 brought to you.  Your eyes are his eyes, his mind is his mind under the
 guidance of yours'.  For now, get some rest.  Tomorrow, I will awaken you
 and prepare you with the details of our venture."

I slept long and hard..it was about noon when I woke.  I didn't hear anything
from Oidar.  It must have been a dream I had during the night.  I might as well
get up.  I stretched and strained pulled on my front end a little and checked
my anal temperature with the thermometer.  Ninety-seven point four degrees.
Normal enough for me.  I usually run a little lower than the "normal".  I am
not running a fever, so things must be ok.

Getting up wasn't all that hard.  I got dressed and drove out to the local
greasy spoon restaurant to get something to eat.

"More coffee?" A voice said.

I turned around to look in the direction of the voice and there was no one
near.  I guess I was hearing the waitress asking another customer.  I went
back to concentrating on my own cup of coffee.

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

This time I was getting pissed, but what could I do.  There was no one around.
I would look a little silly talking to myself and swinging my arms in the air
at nothing.

Then the voice again.  What the hell?

"Hello, Charles.  I am Oidar.  I trust you slept well." It said.  "Don't answer
 out loud now, but do you remember your dreams of a few hours ago....just
 think the answer."

It was all real..I had taken on an entity and I was living with it in my body.
The whole story came back to me.  As soon as I got dressed and my mind on other
things, I had put it out of my mind.  It was so ridiculous and quite frankly,
I had forgotten most of it.  Oidar contacted me just now in the restaurant
and related the situation to me again.  Now I have committed it to memory.
Sure feels strange running your life with second hand information.  I like to,
at least, do the research.  It was a relief though, that I wasn't from
Kooksville Funny Farm.

I thought of an answer and got a response.  Time went by and Oidar left me
alone until I started my vacation in mid July.

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

"Let's go!" I said with pure excitement.  "Where is it, where are we going,
 and do we need a big truck or something?........Something doesn't figure.
 If time is the utmost, how come you were in the woods there sitting around?
 What if I didn't walk by? You would have been stuck there."

"Remember my race's power, Charles.  I could have latched on to your
 neighborhood cat and come up to you for a pet and tidbit and jump
 off to you like a flea.  But I knew of you basically from the time I
 landed there in the woods.  Your vibrations were like a beacon.  You
 just didn't happen into the woods.  It was planned."

Shit! I hate to be used and manipulated.  I could have gone all day without
Oidar saying that.  Under the circumstances, I may have done the same thing.

"We have chosen our central location near a town known to you as Lynchburg.
 Do you know it?" He said.

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

"Hold on, Charles, I am calculating." Said Oidar.  "Lynchburg, Virginia.
 you know about Lynchburg?"

"Where is the material you need and I need to know its size.  I can't carry
 everything in my car." I said.

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

I was still a little miffed at being used like that, but I did agree to help
and it wasn't all bad.  After all, if it promoted a little peace and tran-
quility here and there, maybe this world would be a better place.

We made the trip to Buckingham, which was on the way to Lynchburg, and picked
up the necessary items.  The items were ten trash bags full of a Slate.  Slate
is an element indigenous to this area.  It's all over the place.  It's not rare
here.

Lynchburg was another two hour relaxing drive West.  I didn't know the city
well, but I figured that Oidar had it down pat.  He directed me to a rural route
towards Bedford, Va., just outside of Lynchburg.

"Here." He said.

"Here" was a field near a farm building.  I pulled off the road and found
a path that farm machinery went on, and went on to a clearing. I got out
and unloaded the Slate.

I had a lot of time to think on the way here.  What were they going to do
with this little amount of Slate? I guess I would find out later.

And I did.  I began to hear sounds of other cars and trucks arrive. The
driver of each vehicle got out and unloaded their respective cargo.  It
varied from my Slate to Sugar.  As I met each person there, I was told
a similar story as mine.  These guys were from all parts of the state with
different wants' and different needs.

Oidar spoke to me.

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

We did that.  And when the circle was complete, the ground began to shake a
little and then there was a blinding flash of light.  After our eyes adjusted
to the shock of quick light to dark, there before us was an image of a
Monarch of some kind....complete with Mace and Crown.  He was speaking, but
the words formed in our mind.

He said.

"I wish to thank each and everyone here tonight.  All of the materials
 you collected for us will go to combat our maniacal ruler's evil ways.  They
 will go together to form a highly potent compound that will reverse the evil
 one's mutations and bring our world back to peace and tranquility.  We will
 see to it that nothing like this ever happens again.

 Each of you were promised a reward.  It is against our basic law to ask for
 help and not reward our host.  Each reward has been decided for you by the
 entity you carried in your body.  I am the combination of all entities here
 tonight.

 Now I must ask one more task of you.  Go back and get the materials, and place
 them on the spot you are standing now, return to your respective vehicles and
 get out of this immediate area for your own safety.  Each one of you now has
 his reward.........good luck in your future endeavors and thank you again."


Out of pure respect for this experience, we all left the area in awe.  None
of us were speaking much to each other because of our emotional state.  We just
left the farm to return to our respective homes, but not before I looked back
towards the farm one more time to observe my first "UFO".

It was beautiful.  Just like the one in Spielberg's "Close Encounters of The
Third Kind".  Lights, noise, the whole works.  And in an instant, there was
another large flash of light, and the craft vanished.



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Vacation for me was nearly ending and "cabin fever" was creeping in again.  I
called my friend Frankie and asked him to dinner at the mall joints and
possibly take in a movie or something.  He didn't have a problem with that,
so we went.  I hadn't thought of Oidar too much after the incident.  I would
think from time to time if my part in it helped any at all, not much more
than that.

Frankie and I got to the mall about the same time and I began to scout out
possible "targets" to catch a quick feel of their hiney.  This was nothing
new to me at all, I do this every chance I get.  And then it hit me.  I
remembered that Oidar got into my mind to reveal my inner most secrets.  Had
the part about the reward been true also?

No time like the present to check it out.  Where was a target?  Ah.........there
..yes, there.  Move up. Slowly...Palms out...Slowly..."CONTACT"!

He was a cute little bugger.  About 5 feet tall, blond, tight-muscled little
ass, and not a mark on his handsome face.  He had very smooth, tanned skin and
looked to me about thirteen.  The "contact" was eventful.  My fingers formed
around the most perfect set of cheeks I had ever seen.  My middle finger was
positioned firmly in the crevasse.  He was "loose".  He was wearing boxers.

"Loose", as opposed to "tight".  That is to say, my finger had no trouble
going deep into the crevasse.  He said "excuse me" to me.  Me....Ha.  As if
it was his fault for bumping into me.  If he had only known. I told him that
it was no problem and went on about having dinner.  Otherwise he didn't even
notice the split second feel he received from me.  Something else I should
mention here.  The hand I used was tingling just as it did when Oidar entered
me.

My emotional state at that time was riding high.  I could not get over the
feel.  I didn't connect, at first, this tingling sensation with Oidar.  But
later as the evening past, I begin to think more and more about it.

The evening with friend Frankie and I went well.  Nothing special about it, but
well.  We stayed out until about 3:00 A.M. or so, seeing a $1.00 movie and
drinking coffee, etc, with other friends we met later.  I got home about
15 minutes later tired again as usual.  First thing I did was take off my
clothes and flop out on the bed.  Hardly had time to roll under the sheet
before I was asleep.

I guess I started to dream.  I had the sensation of a weight on me.  I opened
my eyes.  I had pajamas on.  I knew better than that.  I don't wear pajamas!
I sat bolt upright in the bed.  What bed?  What the hell is this?  Maybe I'll
try to observe and relax.  I thought about Oidar's reward.  How will I comm-
unicate with my private cell?  Do I call it by a name or just say "hey cell"?

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

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

"Cell!  Are you like Oidar?

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

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

"Just that I am you by thought and word, and I am I, within the host.  I am a
 part of the host's structure too."  Cell said.

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

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

"I am like a resident program in a computer." Cell said.  "When you call me, I
 activate.  If you instruct me to do so, I will send messages to you when our
 friend here is in a position to be communicated with privately.  Remember, I
 am a part of you.  You are in control.

I could see myself driving down the road and I get a flash of an image and run
off the road.  I needed to think about this a while.  I didn't want any sur-
prizes.  I needed to set some standards for what I wanted to do.  For example
find out his name, etc.  Or connect to his mind, think as he thinks, see as he
sees.  I had a thousand questions.

I fell back to sleep just thinking about it.  I had to put this new found
experience to the test, so when I got up in the daylight and got that first
cup of coffee, I began to write down a series of procedures.


1)  Connect with his eyes to observe his environment. (Friends/family,etc.)
2)  Connect with his other senses.  (Learn particular sensitivities..Ticklish?)
3)  Connect with his mind. (Make him believe his ideas were original.)
                           (ex: Undressing in front of the mirror.)
4)  Connect and communicate when ready.


Maybe I would come up with more later.  Try these for now.  I went into the
living room and sat down in my comfortable chair and relaxed.

"Cell," I said, connect eyes.

In an instant, I was looking at unfamiliar territory.  Pictures on a wall in
a strange (to me) house.  I began to see through my "connected" other people.
Some were older and some were younger.  I assumed them to be family members.
Next, I connected with his other senses, just to observe.  I found out a lot
that way.  I found out that his name was Andrew and he liked most things
scientific in nature.  All you have to do is listen.  You learn a lot.

Andrew went out to join some neighborhood friends in some sandlot softball.
You know how that can be.  Dirty and dusty......Hmmmm, smells like a bath.
after the play time.  They must have played for three hours it seemed.  I
could feel Andrew getting tired.  I could see the others were too.  They
decided to go to the local Burger Doodle for some nourishment.  "They" say
that if you can't keep up, take a lot of notes.  I took a lot of notes about
Andrew and the social interchange with his friends.  Some of them were just
as delectable as Andrew.  I had to figure a way to get to them also, later.

It was about 4:30 P. M. and the group broke up to go to their respective homes
I had connected with Andrew's mind sometime earlier, but I didn't peruse it
until now.  I didn't know how to make a request of him without him hearing me.
Cell interjected with "Just think it".  Seemed reasonable to me, so I did.

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

And it was if by magic, Andrew went into his house, up to his room and prepared
for a bath.  This is the moment I had been waiting for all day.  Damn, this
gift really works.

Andrew started with his shirt and tee shirt, then his shoes and soxs.  I was
a getting hard on already just thinking about it.  Andrew passed by a mirror
over his dresser and I saw that he had a small tan line showing above his
pants.  I couldn't wait.  I was getting a little tense myself.  Next Andrew
took his long pants off, walked over to his bedroom door and carefully peeked
out to be sure the hall was clear.  He probably didn't want to be seen in just
his underpants.  Heaven forbid his mother or older sister see him...My, my, my,
such modesty.

From the bedroom, Andrew darted for the bathroom, went in, and quickly closed
the door and removed his underpants.  He was completely naked.  I could feel it,
see it, hear it, and smell it, as I sat there in the comfort of my own home
and took it all in.

Andrew was not at that age to where he paid attention to his attributes.  Not
once did it dawn on him to touch himself and give his member a little tug.
Andrew reached over and started to draw the water for his bath.  I thought.

"Look in the mirror at yourself."

Andrew did it.  There in the mirror I could see through his eyes his full front
view.  He had a cute front end.  The ball sack was almost at that break over
point and his shaft was about as round as a small test tube in a toy chemistry
set and about four inches long, just hanging out there.  Best of all, he was
hairless.  I had him reach back and run his hands along his little cute butt.
I had him stand up on his little brother's potty chair, turn around so that
his hiney would be in full view of the mirror. I then had him turn his head
around to look over his shoulder and eye the reflection of his hiney in the
mirror.

My senses told me that he was tingling all over his body.  I believe he was
feeling the juices flowing into his lower body and becoming sensitized in his
front end.  Andrew still did not connect the two things he did in the mirror
with these feeling, at least consciously..............But, never fear...HINEY
MAN is here.  It will come in good time to him, this connection, with my help.

I sort of left him alone after that for a while.  I just let him take the
bath as simply as possible.  Only I gave him some gentle hints to accidentally
come across his anus and feel the sensation of a small finger (or object)
on or in it.  After that I dis-connected.  I was getting a hard on that
wouldn't quit.  I went into my bedroom and spread the sheet back, placed
a towel on the bed, put a anal stimulator in my rectum, got a handfull of
hand cream, and proceeded to stroke my dick hard.  When I felt the boiling
stream of my reproductive fluids building up in my groin, I turned over and
gyrated my hips holding my hand steady with the fingers wrapped tightly
around my dick.  I continued to pump my fist until I had released all of
the pent up tensions and my dick went soft.  I had thought of Andrew there
with me all this time.  And the anal stimulator was his virgin front end
stuck in my wanting rectum.



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                                   CHAPTER 3

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It was about a month later that I even thought about Cell.  The episode of last
month had me obsessed with one thought and it was draining me.  I had to slow
down, it was on my mind constantly and I couldn't do my job at work efficiently.



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


1)  Do not over stimulate your subject.
2)  Observe as much as you can so you can find out more about your subject.
3)  Be sure that "When" you open the voice channel that the time is right.
4)  Establish a rapport with him so he gets used to you.
5)  Do nothing to make him feel that he is going crazy and tell others about
    what is happening.


I think that if I follow these rules, I will build beautiful relationships that
will last a long, long, time.

Well the week-end was here again and it must have been a full moon.  Cabin Fever
set in.  I went out as I usually do on Friday night and stayed out late into the
morning. When I got home, I was on such a coffee high that I was zooming.

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

"Yes." Came the answer.

"Question!" I said. "If I wanted to go into another subject to do the same thing
 with him as I do with Andrew, how do I do that.  I touched some hiney tonight
 at the mall, but nothing happened.  I'm glad that it didn't, because I am not
 through with Andrew yet.  Do I have to get you out of Andrew so I can put you
 in another boy?  Because, if that is true, It may take a long time for me to
 get Andrew to meet me.  Would I have to get Andrew and the other boy together
 somehow?  They may not know each other or they are from opposite parts of the
 city."

I hate these long winded questions.

"I am Cell," He continued.  You have the ability to create clones of me and
 identify them as Cell-1, Cell-2, etc.  You must keep track of what Cell went
 where.  They respond to their name as I do.  Just, for example, say "Cell-1
 awake", and go do your touch of the subject.  Simple."

Yes it was simple enough, even for me.  I subscribe to the K.I.S.S. Method.
That is, KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID....

Now that I had some of the nagging questions out of the way, I got naked and
went to bed.  It was time to find Andrew.  I said,

"Cell, connect with Andrew."

"Done." Was the reply.

I wish Cell didn't sound like a computer.

The image of my room blacked out.  Andrew was asleep.  I could hear the
rhythmic pounding of his heart and the slowness of his breathing.  So genteel,
so refreshing, so and innocent it sounded.  I consulted Cell to find out if I
could make him dream of a situation.  Plant a seed, if you will.  There was
a method and I employed it.

I had him dream one of those dreams where you suddenly find yourself naked in
a familiar place.  Everybody has had those dreams.  Anyway, I just happen
along in his dream, saw him like that,  and offered him my coat.  I gave him
the most puzzled look on his face as I could.  In this dream, I led him over
to a public phone so that he could call his parents to come get him.  The coins
were in my coat pocket.  The number on the phone was mine at my house.  I had
him get a good look at it.  I released him from the dream and thought, "Wake up
Andrew."

I sensed Andrew stir and open his eyes.  I had him get up and go to his desk,
turn the light on, and visualize the telephone number he had seen, write it
down on a piece of paper, and return to bed and back to sleep.  Me too.  I had
Cell remain on guard for any changes.  As the dawn turned into a bright morning,
Andrew awoke naturally.  And thanks to Cell, so did I.

Andrew went into the bathroom and drained his bladder and washed his face.
He went back into his room and got out of his pajamas to chance into his regular
clothes.  He was still wearing his boxers under his pajamas.  I would have to
put a stop to that.  I had always thought of boxer shorts like the ones you have
to wear in military boot camps.  But these were not the usual kind.  These
looked as if they actually fit and wouldn't bunch up and wrap themselves around
your dick or stick up your ass.  The kid looked good in them.

I laid there in my bed watching Andrew for the better part of the morning.  It
was a typical day for a thirteen year old kid.  All the usual things like feed
ing the family pets, normal interchanges with relatives, a little of this and
that.  About 11:00 A.M., Andrew's friend James came by for a visit.  It seemed
that James and some of his family were going out to Overhill Lake and wanted to
ask Andrew along.  It just so happened that Andrew's parents were in a good mood
and let him go with James.

"Perfect." I thought to myself.

"Perfect." Said Andrew.

Damn, I had to watch that.  I'm still connected to him, but I was so elated
over the situation that I reacted.  Overhill Lake has a bath house for people
to change out of their wet clothes and into dry ones, or vice versa.
I was hoping that there would be an opportunity to go in there when it was in
use by other kids.

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

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

That was fine with me.  These boys' mind run in the right track.  Ahhh yes,
this was going to be a fun day.

The ride to the lake was nothing to rave about.  In fact I drifted off to sleep
for those few minutes.  When they arrived, Cell woke me up.  James' parents paid
the admission for Andrew and James.  They went straight to the bath house to
change.

The area was full of kids and adults in various stages of dress/undress.  I had
to get Andrew to observe the scene without it being so obvious that he was.
There were all shapes and sizes in there.  But, closer to home, there was James,
his older brother Scott,(by two years) and his father.  I wasn't interested
in his father though, he was about forty.  Not in my league.  I was more inter-
ested in James and his brother.  What did they look like naked?

Andrew started to get undressed and so did James and his family.  I had Andrew
carefully observe.  Somehow, the modesty that Andrew had shown yesterday, was
not there.  I wonder if the fact that he was a "boy" and everyone there in the
bath house was one too?  Andrew just undressed and changed into his racing type
bathing suit carefully observing James and his brother, Scott.

James was slightly darker than Andrew.  His heritage is Souix (Su) (an American
Indian tribe in this area hundreds of years ago). The family name was Birdsong.
How did I know that?  That's an old Indian name around here.  I must have been
further into Andrew's mind than I thought. His facial features were very
striking. He had high cheekbones and bedroom black eyes.  His body was smooth
and hairless.  His front end was about the same as Andrew's.  Cool air must have
hit James, because his member had withdrawn into itself and made it look shorter
than it really was.  James turned in modesty to pull up his bathing suit.  When
he did, I was watching through Andrew's eyes.  James had a different shape hiney
than Andrew, but just as nice. It was not as firm as Andrew's and it was heart
shaped.

James's brother, Scott was fifteen years old.  He would be a BMOC here shortly.
At fifteen, you can get a drivers permit (learners) here in this state. A full
permit can be had at sixteen.  Before you know it, he would be sixteen and would
be driving all the pussy he could get, around town.  Careful observation by me
(with the help of Andrew) revealed that Scott was built on the same order as
James and a little taller, but he was developing hair around his member and his
hiney was a little more round and muscular.  I could see that Scott was going to
be a teaser to someone in the near future.  His shaft was just out there loose
and it was 5 inches long at least.  I wondered what that would be like hard.
Its'diameter was a little bigger than James or Andrew.  Just the right handfull.
By fifteen, I am sure, Scott had discovered himself by now..and I wasn't there
to help him at the time.  DAMN!

Andrew, James, Scott and the father finished dressing and headed for the water.
I disconnected at this point, because I had seen all I wanted to see for the
time being.  My time to shine was later tonight.  Andrew would be ready for
another bath at bed time.

I made it a point later that evening to get home and connect with Andrew to
plan my strategy.  I found him sitting at his desk in his room working on a
model of a big Navy ship.  I watched every move.  Andrew had to open the desk
drawer up for something to go on the model.  It was a typical kid's desk drawer
full of items.  Items.  The only word to describe it.  One item in particular, I
noticed through his eyes, was a plastic medicine dropper.  I had him take that
out and put it aside for later, and then watched him work on his model more.

It was around 8:00 P.M., and Andrew was getting a little tired because, the day
had been big for him with all the swimming, etc.  As he moved in his chair, I
got a whiff of something.......and it wasn't model glue either.  Smells like
bath time to me.  Well I guess it did to Andrew too.  He got up to take his
clothes off and get in the tub.  Only one thing different here.  Andrew was
carrying the plastic medicine dropper with him.  Andrew drew his bath water,
tested it for temperature, and got into the tub and taking a washcloth, a bar
of soap, and his new bath tub toy, the plastic medicine dropper.

The water was fine and refreshing.  I could feel the therapeutic effects on
Andrew immediately.  His muscles relaxed and his pores opened.  He took the
soap and washcloth and began to wash his chest and neck.  Next he began to
wash his lower body.  Andrew brushed past his front end with the washcloth
and soap.  Andrew jumped.  His front end was relaxed and extended.  Not
shriveled up.  He must have touched a nerve down there, but it felt good to
him.  Andrew rubbed it again.  It tingled and began to move.  It was beginning
to reposition itself vertically and become harder to the touch.  Andrew rubbed
across his hardened member again and it felt good to him.  Much easier to wash,
anyway.  Andrew stood up in the tub and looked at his new excited member as if
he had never seen it before.  He just took it for granted that he had one and
that all boys and men have them.  He didn't understand why it was in the
hardened condition.  In fact, he never thought much about it at all. Kids
thoughts at that age tend to wander about and he got back to the project at
hand.  That was to finish washing.

Andrew took the soap and cloth across his hiney and the back of his legs.  He
first soaped his butt and legs and scrubbed them with the washcloth.  Somehow,
his fingers slipped off the soap and his hand went a little into the crevasse of
his butt and brushed by his little rectum.  Andrew jumped again.  He had done
more than brushed by his hole.  His little finger accidentally went into it
about 1/8 Th. of an inch.  Andrew didn't think much about that, it just tickled,
and he laughed about it, but when he sat down in the water again to rinse off
Andrew noticed, and I noticed, that his front end was throbbing with every beat
of his heart, and was rock solid.

There is something to be said about anal stimulation at such an early age.  It
is so innocent and beautiful, that when a young lad discovers himself, that it's
the first point of discovery.  The connection between thinking about ones' rear
end or touching of one's hiney hole and the rising of the front end is quickly
made.  However, I think, the reason the anus is so revered, and people talk
about it as something taboo, is because it is clouded in mystery.  You can't see
it.  It's behind you.  And it is covered by the skin and muscle of your butt.

Andrew slid down a little in the tub where his head was just above water and he
was resting on his back.  He brought his knees up to the fetal position.  There,
floating in the water was the medicine dropper.  Andrew took it in his hands to
examine it.  He didn't know why he had brought that into the tub with him, but I
was going to help him find out.

The medicine dropper was a graduated 1/8 Th. inch opaque plastic cylinder
about three inches long rounded over at one end to form a 1/16 Th. inch hole
and a rubber squeeze bulb was at the other end.  Andrew drifted off into thought
and filled the dropper up with bath water and squirted it out again several
times.  Suddenly his left hand fell back into the water and began to naturally
form around his left butt cheek.  The fingers of the hand naturally rested in
the crevasse. And the middle one came to rest against Andrew's anus.

While Andrew was lost in thought with the medicine dropper, his front end had
relaxed and become soft.  When his finger touched his anus, Andrew's front
end began to spring to life and got hard again.  Something clicked.  Andrew
took the medicine dropper down into the water and guided it carefully into
his anal cavity.

I could feel it along with Andrew.  Andrew had not ever had anything in his
ass before like that.  At least not to his knowledge.  It tickled, but yet
it felt pleasant at the same time.  Andrew pushed the dropper gently until
he felt a slight pressure inside him.  The tip of the dropper had found the
inner wall of Andrew's anal cavity and he stopped pushing.  It seemed that
was as far as he was going with it tonight.  He let it stay in for a while
longer and observed that his front end was saluting him.  He could feel his
member throb.  It was a very pleasant feeling.  Andrew removed the dropper.
It felt the same going out as going in.  He was getting that look, the one
you get when you stay in water too long.  Andrew got out of the tub, dried
off, bent over and put the dropper into his hiney again.  This time he
wrapped a large towel around him and went into his room and closed the door.

I disconnected at this point.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  I went into
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I had fallen to sleep afterwards.  When I woke, my body was stiff and cold.  I
got up to take a shower.  Damn, it was ten O'clock.  How long had I been there
in the bed?  I got dressed and went out again to the local watering hole for a
beer and conversation.  I took a "Ann Landers" Pole some time ago where the
questions asked about your lifestyle.  That is if you were an early riser, or
you stayed up at night, and other related questions.  Your response would det-
ermine whether you were a "Morning Glory" or an "Owl".  I qualified for the
"Owl" position.  No question about it.  Thank goodness, too.  I would have a
hard time keeping up with Andrew.

I returned home around 2:00 A.M. still wired from the beer and the long rest in
the middle of the evening, that I was wide awake.  Well if I had to be up,
everybody was going to be up.  "Cell, connect!", I said, getting into a com-
fortable position.

It happened as it did Friday night.  The room went blank as before.  Andrew was
asleep.  I searched Andrew's mind for any residual thoughts of the bath time
experience.  There was one.  I captured it and expanded on it.  It was the
medicine dropper in his rectum.  It seemed to be the most memorable to him.
It was the pleasure it gave him.  I can't wait until Andrew discovers the
connection between the anal stimulation and his front end rising to salute.
I must help him along with that, but only naturally.

I began to enter Andrew into the dream state.  I had him dream about being
back in that familiar place again, but this time he had all his clothes on.
In his dream, he walked down a hallway of a familiar building in town.  He
passed many doorways, seven in all, each with a number on it.  The first one
was 2, the second one was 3, and the third one was 3.  The numbers made no sense
to him.  Andrew to looked in each.  Inside were people varying in ages and
different degrees of dress/undress.  His ultimate goal was to get to the end of
the hall.The numbers on the doors taken in sequence, resulted in my home phone
number. When Andrew got to the end of the hall, I was there in the last room,
the one with the "0" on it.  The last digit in my phone number.  And I was
naked.  This made no sense at all to him.  Most dreams don't at the time, they
are just full of symbols.

I brought Andrew out of the dream and back to normal.  I could sense some
agitation in his pajamas.  It was his front end moving around to a state of
simi hardness.  More or less just extending itself.  Andrew awoke briefly,
reached down to re-adjust his member to a more comfortable position, and
went back to sleep and began to dream again. This time on his own.

I watched his dream with amusement.  It was more or less a recount of that
day's activities.  His mind was releasing the tensions of the day.  It was
Mother Nature's way of keeping the balance between sanity and insanity.
There was a slight modification though, I was in it.  That day's ride to
Overhill Lake was featured.  In front of James' parents car was a taxi cab.
On the back of the cab was an advertising sign.  Printed on it were the words
"Hello Andrew!...233-3170".  Their car passed the cab in the other lane.  When
it was up even with the cab, Andrew looked to the right.  The driver of the cab
was me.

Andrew's dream ended at that point.  I had Andrew wake up then.  I had him go
over to his desk, turn on the lamp, and write the number of his dreams down on
a piece of paper.  Afterwards, he cut the light out and went back to bed, but
not before he took the new bath tub toy, that wonderful feeling medicine
dropper, out of his desk drawer.

Andrew had worked up quite a sweat tossing and turning in his dream state.
His whole body was moist.  He took the dropper in his right hand, turned on
his left side and moved it down below the waistband at the back of his pajamas
and underpants.  Probing carefully, he easily found his anus and gently inserted
the plastic tube of the medicine dropper.  It was such a pleasurable feeling,
that he was back to sleep in minutes.  I had nothing to do with this at all.
I was quite surprised that Andrew had done this on his own.

Again, Andrew's member was getting hard.  I sat back to monitor his body and his
dream state.  He went into several nonsense dream.  But one, was a naked dream.
Andrew was naked again in his dream.  He was in the same building and same hall-
way.  When he got to room 0, I was there, naked.  I asked him to join me in the
room and to come closer.  He did.  I touched his little member and gave it a
gentle rub and it squirted at me.  Yes, it was Andrew's Life Force.  It was his
first ejaculation.  And when Andrew woke up the next morning, the front of his
pajama bottoms was damp and his shorts were stuck to his body.  Andrew felt down
there.  It was a sticky mess.  Andrew has had his first nocturnal emission.


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I had connected with Andrew many times after that.  Just observing  and helping
him to understand what was going on.  But it wasn't the same as actual physical
contact.  I needed to talk to him via the connection, and then talk to him face
to face.  How was I going to let him hear my voice in his head without going
into shock.  I needed him to call me on the phone.  For many nights, I had put
my phone number in front of him.  He had even written it down.  Before I make
the two-way path to Andrew's hearing, I had better prepare him.

Every connect session I had with Andrew put him further and further towards
wanting to know more about his sexuality.  To whom was he going, to answer
the questions that were filling his head.  "Big Boy" talk at school was
confusing.  He had heard them talk amongst themselves about beating off and what
that did to you.  Some said it would make your dick fall off, some said they
never did it, some would tell you all sorts of wild stories.  Of course, you not
wanting to seem like an uneducated olf, would take it all in as if you have
experienced it for years.  Andrew did not know what to believe.  His father was
not always at home for him and he was too embarrassed to ask his mother.  Asking the kids
at school would be disastrous to his reputation.  The same with his P/E Coach.

One Saturday night at bath time, I connected to Andrew.  It was time to help
him over the edge.  He took his clothes off in his room and made a mad dash to
the bathroom taking the medicine dropper with him.  He drew the water for the
tub, but he didn't draw as much as usual.  It was just enough to cover his legs,
etc., but would leave his front end free in the breeze.

Andrew got into the tub and settled down into the warm water.  He slithered down
until the only thing above water was his head and his hardening, cute, four
inch by one-half inch, penis.  He reached for the soap and began to lather his
body all over.  He took the soap and went along the crack of his hiney and
brought it back up across his hardened member.  This felt good to him.  Andrew
applied more soap to his member and then stopped.  He took the medicine dropper
and inserted it into his anus.  His cute little penis was quite stiff.

Andrew could not stand it any longer.  His little penis was begging to be
touched.  He had an a feeling in his body that he had never had before.  Every
muscle was tense.  Every nerve was on fire.  Andrew liked this feeling without
question.  He took his member between his thumb and forefinger of his right
hand.  He gently began to stroke this new shaped hard member of his.  First up
and the down.  This didn't seem to do much for him, so he clenched the rest of
his fingers around his member and gently stroked up and down.  He did this for
about three minutes, and as if by magic, all of the pent up energy concentrated
itself in Andrew's penis and testicles.  The more he stroked, the better it
felt.

I thought that Andrew was going to pass out from all the activity.  His head
was turning from side to side, his eyes were rolled back into his head with
the extacy of the moment, and he was moving his member in rhythmic, up and down,
fashion to meet the demands of his right hand.  Suddenly all of the concentrated
energies released.  A rush of sperm shot out of Andrew's four inch member into
the air and onto his abdomen.  It looked to me about two thimbles full.  The
excitement was over.  All the pent up energy had been released and Andrew's'
body fell limp there, in the water.

Andrew was drained.  He had many questions now about his sexuality.  He had
only heard the big boys talk about this.  And what was that word.......fuck?
Yes, fuck, that was it.  For a few minutes, Andrew lay there day dreaming
and not moving, trying to gather strength to wash off the soap and other mess
off his body.  He took his index finger and playfully scribed my telephone
number in the soap on his chest.  Then he washed the whole thing off, got out,
dried off and went back into his bedroom to prepare for bed.

It was time to make a two-way path to Andrew's hearing, soon.  Andrew remained
in the bath towel.  He did not get a pair of pajamas out to put on right away.
I let him lie there naked on his bed for a while thinking about what he had
done.  Later he got out a pair of pajamas and put them on.  But this time, he
didn't put any underpants on underneath.  That was a start, no underpants.
Next step, no pajamas.  He jumped in bed and got under the cover and enjoyed
his new found freedom.  Something seemed different to him.  There was no
pressure from the elastic of his underpants, he had none on.

With the mental connection to Andrew, I had him keep my telephone number with
him.  Everywhere he went, every dream  and every activity in the dreams,  My
number was in front of him.  One day he would call me, just for the hell of it,
to see what the number represented.

One night, Andrew was dreaming a controlled "naked" dream where he was in the
same familiar  building and hall way.  There was a telephone in the hallway
that had not been there before.    Andrew came to my room "0", and wanted help.
I gave him a quarter for the phone.  Andrew went over to the phone, dropped in
the quarter, and noticed the legend on the front of the phone.  "FOR HELP, DIAL
[phone]".

Andrew dialed the number.  There was an electronic ringing sound in the receiver
of the phone.  On the second ring an answering machine picked up with a message
designed for Andrew.

"Do you want to know the why and how of you?", the message said.  "Do you want
 to know how beautiful nakedness can be?  Charles can help.  Charles can help.".

And then the dream ended.
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