For the Geeks

 Seth's Gift

By David Lee
<dlee169@hotmail.com>


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Seth had always known he was adopted.  No one had told him verbally; he
just knew.  It was like a lot of other things.  He had some inborn sense
that not everyone around him seemed to have.

Early on, he'd learned to "close the curtain."  That was his turn of phrase
for blocking others from reading his thoughts.  It wasn't that he sensed
anyone else invading his mind, but he instinctively protected himself from
that possibility.  Again, he wasn't sure why.  Perhaps it was because he
could feel other people's thoughts.  He couldn't mind-read as such, but he
had perceptions of what was going on in someone else's head.  For instance,
he couldn't know for certain the exact questions his teacher would ask on a
test, but he could sense what general areas he should study most.  It was a
gift that he was determined to keep secret.  If people knew, they would
probably consider him a freak and avoid him.

At a young age, he knew that his adoptive parents loved him very much.  It
was more than the outward expressions like hugging or tousling his hair; it
was in what their minds projected.  It was the same with his only sibling.

Seth began to suspect that people around him did not possess the same gift.
If they did, they would certainly react to some of his thoughts.  At 13, in
the onset of puberty, he tested his theory.  One day in the presence of his
12 year old brother, he let his mind wander to the erotic wet dream he'd
experienced the night before.  It had involved a cousin and would certainly
have brought about an expression of either lust or disgust had the boy been
able to tune into Seth's wave-length.  But Simon went on picking up his
dirty clothes, paying no attention.

Seth projected a stronger image.  In fact, the picture was so vivid in his
mind that the bulge in his jeans grew uncomfortably in its confinement.
Still there was no reaction.  Luckily, he was wearing an over-sized T that
disguised his "problem."  Had Simon noticed his hardon, he probably would
have reacted by projecting a randy aura.

From then on, Seth began to hone his skill.  If he had an unusual ability,
there was no reason not to make the most of it.  It was helping him stay at
the top of his class without deliberately using it, so he would see how
much further it could take him if he more consciously exercised it.

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Seth was able to make the transition from middle school to high school more
easily than many of his classmates because he instinctively knew how to
react in social situations.  He could tell who needed a kind word, who
thought he was cute, and who was best avoided.

He tactfully kept girls at a distance.  They didn't interest him in the way
that other boys talked about in the locker room.  Seth wasn't sure why, but
he suspected that he was different.  He took comfort in knowing that his
brother seemed to feel the same way.  Perhaps they would change when their
hormones kicked in completely.

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On the day of his 16th birthday, his parents had a larger than usual party
for him.  His father said something about it's being in recognition of his
becoming a man.  Seth wondered if his father knew about the thick bush of
pubes he had sprouted or that he could shoot big loads of jizz when he
jacked off, but decided that it probably had nothing to do with either.
Surely his father had experienced puberty at about the same age.

After the celebration, when most of the other guys had left and his brother
was sent outside to shoot hoops with the one remaining friend, his parents
sat down with him for a serious discussion.  He had anticipated it all
afternoon because he could "read" anxiety in their thoughts.  He knew it
wasn't going to be something shocking, but was a thing that they dreaded
having to talk about.  Could it be "The Talk?"  He didn't think so, because
his dad had already explained the rudiments of how babies were made.

The seriousness of his father's demeanor seemed out of place on the warm
spring day.  Seth could hear the songs of birds outside the open window.
It had been a glorious day.  Seth hoped it would continue to be when this
was over.  His father dived into the deep end.

"We want you to know that we love you very much," Greg said by way of
introduction.  "You are as good a son as anyone could have.  But we need to
tell you the truth.  We are not your blood relatives."

"It's okay, Dad.  I kinda knew that.  You love me like you do Simon.
You're the best parents any boy could wish to have!"

With that, he embraced his father and then his mother.  They both had tears
in their eyes.  He knew it was a combination of joy and relief.

"We were afraid that you'd be hurt when you knew.  We intended to tell you
at an early age, but then someone might have taken you from us." His mother
said.

"Why would they want to do that?"

"Well, we didn't formally adopt you.  We filled out a birth certificate
that says you are our natural child.  But the truth is that we found you on
our doorstep in a wicker basket.  There was a note asking us to care for
you and love you as our own.  It requested that we give you this on your
16th birthday as a way of welcoming you into manhood.  It appears that your
people consider you a man at that age."

As she said that, she opened a small wooden box that contained a crystal
pendant on a gold chain.  Seth was mesmerized by the splendor of it.  It
seemed to have an inner yellowish glow.  He held it in his hands silently
for a couple of minutes and then slipped it around his neck.  His smile lit
up the room.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"Here's the note too.  It may be in your mother's handwriting."

"It may be from the woman who gave me life, but a mother is someone who
nurtures.  YOU are my mother!"

Again there were tears and hugs and Seth sensed that he had said the right
thing.  Not only had he expressed it, but he had meant it.  Love is a
stronger tie than blood, he thought.

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For some inexplicable reason, Seth began to let his mental guard down a bit
after his birthday.  Perhaps he was more relaxed now that he knew the truth
about his family.  He still didn't know who he really was or where he'd
come from, but that wasn't as important as being loved.  Perhaps he'd
search someday.  However, he didn't know how to go about it without getting
anyone in trouble.  There was no birth record to check.  Well, there was a
birth record, but of course it said that he was born to Greg and Tabitha
Rommel.  It had the hour and day of his birth which had been on the note
that was pinned to his baby blanket when he was found.

Since he'd been born in April after a long and harsh winter, the officials
at the records office accepted the fact that he'd been born at home.  No
one had seen his mother in the cold months preceding his birth without a
coat or heavy sweater on, bundled up against the arctic blasts.  No one
could have known she had not been pregnant.

Tabitha had some Gypsy blood flowing in her veins, so Seth's dusky
complexion wasn't something that would raise a red flag either.  The
charade had not been difficult to pull off.

Tabitha had prayed to God for a baby and even tried some old charms that
had been handed down in her family.  When the baby appeared on her
doorstep, she was sure it was an answer from above.  Within three months of
finding Seth, she had become pregnant for real.

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After his parents' disclosure, Seth was also more casual about being nearly
naked in the presence of his brother in the room they shared.  Since they
weren't related by blood, Seth wouldn't feel guilty if they should end up
fooling around.  Simon seemed to be taking more notice of Seth's body than
in the past.  Seth could read his desire.

Because of being the elder brother, Seth had the larger of the two beds.
If Simon had wanted to trade, Seth would have.  One of them could have
moved into the tiny guest room that was rarely used, but each boy seemed
content with things the way they were.

One night in May as Seth was sprawled on his bed wearing his favorite
worn-out briefs which had revealing holes in them, he felt a presence
outside the curtain of his mind.  It wasn't Simon, because he wasn't in the
room.  Seth opened the curtain a slit to see who was there.  The figure on
the other side was old and wizened, reminding him of Yoda from "Star Wars."

"Open to me insolent young pup!" a booming voice demanded.

Seth quickly shut down any access to his mind, holding the crystal tightly
in his hand.  He was gripped with dread of the power that surrounded the
strange being.  Despite closing off the channel, he could still feel a cold
presence.  There was a loud crashing sound like thunder, but evidently it
was all in his head because Simon, who had just come into the room, showed
no sign of hearing it.

Simon stripped to his underwear and lay down closely beside Seth on the
double bed.  He turned on his side, looking into Seth's dark eyes and
running his right hand over Seth's tight abs, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

Seeing Seth's favorable reaction, Simon got up and closed the door.  When
he came back, he ran his hand over the rising bulge in Seth's tattered
briefs.  Of course that made the bulge bigger and caused a wet spot to
appear.

The cold presence outside of Seth's mind slowly melted away.

"I know we're not blood brothers so I'm not doing anything wrong," Simon
began.  "I knew something was up on your birthday and I wanted to find out
what it was, so I sent James home telling him I was tired.  Then I crouched
under the window.  I think it's cool because I want to do things with
you..."

"Things like...?"

"I think you know what I mean; things like I'm doing now," Simon said as he
freed Seth's rising boyhood from the confines of his pouch.

"Yeah!" Seth replied as he ran his hand under the waistband of Simon's
underwear.

"That feels so-o-o good!" Simon cooed.

"You do shoot jizz, right?"

"Sure.  Could we make each other do it?  I'd like to cum with you."

He nodded as he massaged Simon's groin causing the younger boy to gasp and
moan so loudly that Seth had to caution him that they'd get caught if he
didn't keep the noise down.  Simon stuffed the corner of a pillow into his
mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure while Seth brought him to an
unbelievably strong orgasm in a very short time.  As he came down from his
sexual high, he lay on top of Seth, kissing him on the mouth.  Seth kissed
back.

"Uh, can you help me out here?" Seth pleaded, pointing to his throbbing
phallus.

"Oh, sorry."

Simon got down close to have a good look at Seth's impressive dark cock.
He pulled back the foreskin to reveal the sticky pink head.  He was near
enough to smell the pleasant aroma of boy sweat and precum.  He got brave
and licked a glistening drop.  More flowed out in response and he lapped
that up too.

Seth was nearly catatonic with desire.  He'd jacked plenty of times in the
past three years, but this was beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of.  The
velvety softness of Simon's tongue sent thrills through his whole body.

"Could you suck on it?" he implored breathlessly.

Wanting to please his older bro, Simon willingly complied.  The more he
felt the silky texture in his mouth and tasted the sweet salty fluid, the
more he liked it.  Soon he was pleasuring Seth like someone who'd been
doing it for years, not moments.

Seth began to claw the sheet, writhing, his head rolling from side to side.

"I'm gonna cum!"  he gasped.

Simon didn't move out of the way, but took blast after blast of hot boy
juice in his mouth.  He kept sucking and tonguing until Seth got so
sensitive that he had to ask him to stop.

"Was it good?"  Simon asked with a grin, tiny ropes of cum oozing down his
chin.

"Awesome!" Seth responded as he pulled Simon on top of himself, kissing him
deeply after cleaning his face with his tongue.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure, any night you want!"

All night, the boys cuddled together in a tangle of arms and legs.  Both
rested surprisingly well and Seth wasn't bothered by the "presence."

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The next day after school, the two boys meandered home by the creek that
ran through the woods.  Before they got to their house, an older woman
stopped them.

"I have business with Seth.  You must leave us and go on home."

"No, I'm staying," Simon insisted.

"This does not concern you.  It is a private matter.  Do as I say!"

"I love my brother and will not leave!"

"He is not your brother!"

"Simon knows that," Seth said quietly.  "He may stay if he wants, or I will
not talk to you."

"Very well!  Be it upon your own heads if evil befalls you both!  I am your
grandmother and I am here to tell you that there is dreadful malevolence
afoot!"

"Oh cut the drama and get to it, Grandma, if that's who you indeed are."
Seth said.

"Okay, I can do that.  I know it's the 21st century and all the old ways
don't impress you young `uns.  My point is that there is an ancient
wickedness at work and you may be the one to put a stop to it."

"So the fate of Western Civilization rests upon my young shoulders and I
must do some heroic deed to prevent its utter collapse!" Seth scoffed.

"You are so much like your father!" the lady laughed heartily.  "I swear he
was just as cheeky and just as cute.  I wish you could have known him."

"Then he is dead; and my mother too?"

"Yes, both of them.  Your father died in a so-called accident and your
mother died giving birth to you.  I'm the one who wrote the note and left
you on Tabitha's step.  Some of our people married Gypsies, so she is a
distant relative.  Anyway, she was barren at the time and I knew she would
love you as her own.  I sent along the crystal to protect you and to lead
me to you if you got lost.  I'm glad you are wearing it.  It has powers."

"I feel like I've stepped into a Harry Potter novel," Seth grinned.  "You
can't be serious."

"I am.  I'm sure you will be visited by Voldar soon if you haven't been
already."

"Is he a dried up old man who looks like one of those apple dolls?"

"So he has been here."

"He tried to force his way into my mind, but I shut the curtain."

"You repelled him?"

"Well, he went away with a crash of thunder or something."

"You are a stronger soul than I had anticipated.  Few can force him to
retreat.  He will be back, probably with more power next time.  No doubt he
misjudged your strength as I did.  Whatever you did to keep him at bay,
keep on doing it.

To bring his evil deed to pass, he needs a young man, a virgin, to conceive
an offspring with his sister.  She is an old hag, but can transform herself
into a beautiful, enticing young girl.  Once she has taken the young man's
virginity as well as his sperm, she will spawn a devil more powerful than
Beelzebub.

Voldar will be desperate to bring this about because his time is short.
The power from his sister's offspring will rejuvenate him.  Without it, his
very survival may be in jeopardy.

The magic will only work with a pure blood such as yourself from our line.
Voldar tried to make it happen with your father and failed because your
mother, bless her soul, charmed him into her bed before it could take
place.  You were conceived as a result of his first time.  Voldar would
have raised you to manhood so he could use you, had he known of your
existence.  But we came up with a charm that prevented it."

"The crystal?"

"That, and an ancient incantation.  Anyway, now that you have reached
puberty and can produce sperm, the charm is weakening.  You must remain
strong until you can marry or take a lover.  Perhaps the elders and I can
come up with a more powerful spell to keep you safe."

"Couldn't I just get laid?" Seth asked.

"No, unfortunately.  You must lose your virginity to someone you love," his
grandmother sighed.

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"Do you believe all that stuff?" Seth asked after the boys parted from the
old woman and continued on their way.

"It's hard not too, as serious as your grandmother seemed.  It sounds like
a kind of spiritual war that is beyond a mere mortal like me."

"Are you suggesting that I'm not mortal?"

"I don't know.  All I know is that you're what I want, and no one else."

"Don't you want to get married and have children?"

"Do you?"

"I'd like children, but I'm not sure I want to do what it takes to make
them!" Seth replied.

"Me neither.  We could adopt or get a surrogate."

"So are you saying that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do.  I love you."

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It was several days later when Seth felt the presence again.  Simon wasn't
sure if he felt it too, or only sensed Seth's reaction to it.  Either way,
it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

They were in the woods again, not far from an abandoned shack where they'd
played as youngsters.  It had been a fun place in their childhood, but now
seemed sinister.  A thick fog suddenly enveloped them and as they fought to
get through it they found themselves in the small building.

Outside the wind rose and lightning flashed, followed by the loudest
thunder they'd ever heard.  In the entire surrounding area a storm of
gigantic proportions was brewing.  TV programs were interrupted to
broadcast weather alerts.  Seasoned meteorologists declared that they'd
never seen the like.  Everyone was advised to hunker down for the storm of
the century.  People headed for their basements hoping to survive.

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"Welcome young pup.  You cannot escape me this time.  My beautiful sister
will be here soon and you will fill her belly with your virile seed.  You
are as handsome as she is lovely.  You're offspring will be a being of pure
light.  But first you must take off that necklace."

"It stays," Seth said looking the old being in the eyes.

"You will learn not to defy me, whelp!"

A bolt of lightning struck a meter or less from the building, which shook
violently.  At that moment, a young lady entered the room.  She was indeed
a perfect specimen of feminine attractiveness.  Her golden hair fell across
her full breasts.  She wore only a gauze-like fabric that was so sheer that
it hid nothing.  Most 16 year old males would be enthralled, but not Seth.

"Voldar, you fool, why did you bring the other boy?" the young lady asked
in a harsh voice that belied her softness.  "He will only complicate
things.  He cannot be left to tell what he has seen."

"I could never find them apart, dear sister.  And who knows, he may be of
some use to us."

"You may as well leave," Seth said to her.  "Your charms have no effect on
me.  I will not breed with you and fertilize your eggs."

"You have no choice," the old presence insisted.

"I can will myself to stay limp so I won't be able to perform."

"I'll give you a choice then." Voldar shouted.  "Either you have sex with
my sister or I will make your brother into a eunuch.  We will leave you two
alone for 15 minutes while you come to terms with my offer.  I'm sure you
care enough for him that you don't want him to lose his manhood."

"Don't give them so much time," the girl objected.

"I have given my word and dare not go back on it." Voldar told her.  "All
will be well."

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"Shit!  I can't let him cut your balls off." Seth exclaimed after they were
alone.

Then he enclosed the crystal in his hand and shuttered his mind with all
his might so that Voldar couldn't read his thoughts.

"But you can't have intercourse with that witch either!  You know what your
grandmother said.  It's all coming true.  They'll probably kill me anyway
so I can't be a witness."

"What can I do?"  Seth whispered.

"I know what I'm gonna do," Simon said as he stripped off his clothes.  "I
know it sounds strange, but I'm gonna cum one more time before I lose my
favorite parts!"

Despite his bravado, the fear of losing his manhood prevented him from
getting an erection.  He had put on the macho façade for the sake of his
brother, but inside, he was frightened nearly to death.

"Let me hold you once more before they kill us both," Seth said as he
stripped too.

Once they were holding each other naked, both began to be aroused.  Simon
suddenly saw a way out.

"Take me now!  I've wanted this for a long time."

"It's gonna hurt!  We've never done it and we don't have any lube."

"I've been, uh, practicing with a carrot, hoping.  There are worse things!"

"Ok, I guess it can't hurt more that the thought of being emasculated!"
Seth agreed.

Adding Simon's accumulating precum to his own, along with a gob of spit,
Seth pushed past Simon's anal ring as gently as he could given the time
constraints they were fighting against.

Simon cringed momentarily, but soon adjusted.

"Fuck me hard!"  Simon cried.  "I want to feel your cum splashing in my
gut!"

Spurred on by Simon's dirty talk , the tight, hot feeling of his chute, and
the forbidden quality of their sexual union; Seth was heading for an orgasm
at lightning speed.  With a cry of pure pleasure, he began to spew his load
just as Voldar and his sister entered the shack.

There was a loud clap of thunder and sounds of screaming and rage.  The
crystal pendant burned bright orange.  Both boys collapsed on the ground.

About 10 minutes later, Seth regained consciousness.  The first thing he
heard was the sound of birds calling their mates in the peaceful spring
afternoon.  He couldn't dwell on it long because there were more pressing
matters.  He wasn't sure if Simon and he were still in one piece.  With
trembling hands, he checked his brother out, finding him completely whole.
Simon came to as he was being felt up.

"Wow that was one powerful orgasm!  Simon giggled.  "I've never passed out
before.  I didn't know I could cum without being touched."

"Hmm, I must be a real stud to make you shoot that much!" Seth joked.

"But you're the hero, how did you know we could break the magic by making
magic of our own together?"

"Well, your Grandma said that you needed to make it with someone you loved
and I knew how you felt about me."

"You're awesome!

Hey look, there're two piles of dust and old rags by the door where he and
his sister stood.  I guess it was all true," Seth exclaimed.

"Look at the crystal, it's glowing a soft jade now, the color of your eyes.
It's so pure and serene looking." Simon said.  "Oh my God, your eyes are
green!  I know they were always black."

"I think several things have changed.  Thanks to you, I think we won.
Let's go home and clean up before Mom and Dad get there.  What a beautiful
spring day it's turning out to be."

With their arms around each other's shoulders, they ambled toward their
humble abode smiling in the knowledge that they were a part of each other's
destiny...

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