My Dad is probably the smartest man in the entire universe. That's not
only the opinion of his not brilliant son of sixteen, but of the US
government, Nasa, CIA and FBI.
He has served on advisory committees for all sorts of secret weapons and he
is the founder of a think tank that tosses around crazy concepts to
consider. A few weeks ago he was at one of those. One of the subjects was
invisibility. How do I know what they talked about? This super secret
group? I know because I have his password into his computer and sometimes
I check on what they were debating. Most of it is boring, and most of it
is so complicated that I cannot even begin to figure out what they are
talking about, but suddenly I read, for the transcript, invisibility.
My dad was telling them that it is theoretically feasible. He said that he
would put on the table a new approach and some of the specialists might
want to wrestle with it. That was Dad's way, a brilliant concept guy. His
postulation was that the methods in literature had affected scientists.
The concentration had been on altering the person by chemicals or changing
the way light revealed them. Dad said that the person could be unaffected
by the people around him could be manipulated. When asked to be more
specific he mused that he had seen hypnotic experiments where the subject
did not see a person in front of him. He thought, maybe an electrical
field could be established into which the electrical synapses of the brain
might be fed preset suggestions that there was no one there.
The group had all said that it was interesting and worthy of study but in
reading it, I Jimmy Weldon could see they scoffed.
Now I had fooled around with some hypnotism. I was successful in the case
of two of my friends. The problem is that a sixteen-year-old hypnotist
does not have the aura of a Mesmer and that is part of the mystique of
suggestion. These two friends were lightly hypnotized separately. Chad
was sure that it didn't work but he could not untie his hands. Billy, I
think went deeper because he was under some kind of a trance for about a
half hour and when I woke him up he thought it was only a minute or two
until I showed him my watch.
I could not get my father's suggestion out of my mind. I determined to
build some sort of device that would broadcast a hypnotic suggestion for a
sufficient distance so that passing people would not see the operator.
Our basement and garage was full of every sort of valuable and junky
electric equipment. I was able to rig up a coil that would emit a constant
suggestion that was an electric equivalent of hypnotic suggestion.
The whole thing was contained in a motorcycle helmet. I had to test it. I
called Chad and Billy to come over. Billy wasn't home but Chad answered
and said he'd be along soon. He lived only two houses away so I knew he'd
be there quickly. I waited at my front door.
I put on the helmet. I saw Chad rounding the corner. I snapped the
switch. He walked right by me. He called and knocked on the door. I said
quietly 'I'm right here.' He jumped a mile.
I snapped the switch off and began immediately visible to him. 'Wow,
that's amazing. You got something that only fantasy stories are written
about. You could, you could-'
I could see his dirty sixteen-year-old mind working. 'Yean, I know, go
into the girl's lockers. You would think of sex. This is a great
scientific discovery. It could be used by the army, or even make real
But he was grinning wetly, 'But we could go into the girl's toilet and
watch them pee.'
I began to worry later that day that Chad would spread all over that I had
this invention. I called him on the phone and told him that it was a
fluke, that it stopped working so I would have to get back to the drawing
board to find out what was wrong.
Now I am going to confess something to you. No one knows, not my friends
or my parents. I am as gay as a jaybird. I think I always knew, but I've
been able to keep it under wraps. Problem is that the older I get the more
insistent is the urge to do something sexual with another male. I figured
that my new toy would give me some voyeuristic possibilities and I would be
safe from detection.
A menu of possibilities presented itself to my perverted mind. I was
interested in naked guys, watching sex situations, even a little raunchy
stuff. Oh I am a dirty boy!
I decided to peek into a world barred to me: boy's in the toilet when they
thought no one was there. I walked down toward the private school that was
only three blocks away. Their day session was two hours longer and the
junion high kids would still be in class. I snapped the switch and waited.
I did not want to attract attention from the guard inside by a door opening
by itself. Soon someone came out and the door was on an air delay lock. I
slipped in...--unseen of course. The boy's room was just down the hall. I
carefully opened the door. I hoped if anyone were inside they would think
that someone opened it and then changed their mind. There were no doors on
the cubicles. Hell, it was designed perfectly for me. I stepped around
and there was a kid of about thirteen on the pot, his jeans down to his
ankles and his boy cock in his hands. His stroke made a juicy sound so I
guess he was just about to spew. He moaned, his eyes turned skyward, he
pushed his cock down into the bowl and let fly. He sat there a moment, a
little dazed from his cum, then wiped the tip, pulled up his pants and
left. I stayed. I sat on the floor in the corner, no use standing while I
was waiting. Another kid came in, dropped pants and settled on the potty.
He was there for real business. He groaned and grunted. Gee, if I closed
my eyes it would sound like sex. I noticed he reached around and pressed
just above his asshole to push a turd out. He lifted up and looked at it
floating there. I had to suppress calling out, 'It's not gold.' He
finished, and I slipped out the closing door. I felt that was enough for
But my mind kept returning to that wonderful helmet in my closet upstairs.
I told Mom that I was going to go over to Chad's for awhile. I held the
helmet behind my back and headed down the street, putting it on when I was
sure no one was looking. There were lights on in the garage. Chad's
garage had been turned into a playroom for him. Sometimes he slept out
there and he had all his hobby stuff there. I peeked through the window
and almost fell backward. There was Chad, his pants at his ankles, and
Billy leaning over him, sucking his cock. Chad looked as if he was going
to cum any minute. I could see his eyelids fluttering and he seemed to
lift off the chair. Billy was in profile, it was perfect. He never took
his lips away and sucked up all the spunk Chad must have been shooting.
Then Billy pulled him up, kissed him a long time, then took his place on
the chair and Chad began to suck Billy.
This was a very happy revelation to me. Now I had two gay friends, at
least they 'did it'. This knowledge was power to me and even better
because they didn't know that I knew. It was too delicious. It was all I
could do not to laugh out loud.
I decided to tip toe away. I saw all I needed to see. On the walk back, I
was still invisible. I passed a car parked in the shadows just past Chad's
house and a house away from home. As I passed, I idly looked in. There was
Barry, an eighteen-year old from the neighborhood, about a block away. I
always considered him a real hot looking guy, tall and muscular, thick
blond hair and a fuck you expression always on his face. The girl, he
Hey, the window on the driver's side is open. I went around and leaned in,
close to Barry. This was fabulous to be right in the middle of a make out
scene. But this was more than that. There was Barry's big cock sticking
out of his pants. 'Peg, just lift up and settle down on my thing. You
know the way you did last week. It felt just great. I know you liked it.'
The poor guy, I thought. He's hard up, pleading. Finally Peg got her ass
on his lap and faced the front of the car. Barry was saying hoarsely,
'Yeah baby, that's so good. Now let me get you into position and I can
In a moment they were fucking. Barry was making all sorts of animal
sounds, Peg was pretty quiet until she suddenly started making noises.
Jimmy thought she was laughing, but it was her orgasm calls. Barry didn't
last long. Pretty soon he said, 'You better lift up, I'm goin'------' He
She was really mad. 'You got me all wet. You're such a pig. Couldn't you
I left the scene. Now every time that shit Barry would give me a superior
angry look it would only make me laugh because he knew a lot about him.
The next day was Sunday. No church going in this house, so I slept in. I
think I must have been alone in the house, still in bed, when Billy
strolled into my room. In this town, we don't lock our doors. 'No one
answered so I figured you were still in the sack.'
I rubbed my eyes and yawned, trying to get awake. I was sleeping on top of
the covers, wearing my briefs. Billy took a great interest in the big
stiffo I had pushing my briefs out. I had no hesitation, now that I knew
about him, in speaking boldly. Billy was a real cute kid, spikey black
hair, I think maybe dyed Goth black, always wore extra long cargo pants,
maybe because his legs were real thin. Even the shanks that showed were
hairless and thin. But his face was real nice, big dark eyes and long
black lashes, red puffy mouth. Oh that mouth, I remembered it around
Chad's dick yesterday. My stiffy go stiffer.
'Yo Jimmy. Can I try your helmet?' Uh oh, motor mouth Chad had talked.
Best thing for me was to stonewall it.
'I was just kidding Chad. You know, he will believe anything.'
'Billy looked at me with open mouth. He said you disappeared.'
'Do you really believe that?'
'I guess no. But I believe you have a real morning woody. Can I see it?
Slip off your whiteys.'
I figured I might as well start the day off with a nice cum, my first with
someone else. I slipped off the shorts and my good friend sprang up
against my belly. I really had to take a piss but that added to my cock
being so rigid. It felt nasty but good. I flexed it a twice. Billy was
licking his soft lips and a little drool formed in the crease in his lower
lip. I could hear his breathing. 'I think you like my dick. Yu want to
'Yeah,' he said hoarsely.
'Okay, take off your clothes, why should I be the only one naked?'
He complied like his life depended on it. He sure was skinny, but cute.
He had a thin trail of hair from his belly button to the beginning of his
pubic hair. His dick was thin, pretty small, but it was hard and stood out
with a gentle curve upward at the end. He reached down and touched my cock
that responded with a big jump. He was breathing so hard now it sounded
like asthma. He stroked me a few times. I was beginning to feel a little
like I might spew, so I rushed things along. 'Billy, I knew your mouth is
watering to swallow my dick. Come on, lean down, kiss it.'
He did. He really kissed the head, actually a French kiss.
'Take it in your mouth Billy,' I said coaxingly.
He wasted no time, he surrounded the head with his hot lips, his tongue
licking the tip. Oh, this was a super excellent feeling. I was breathing
now louder that he was.
I lied back on the bed, put my arms behind my head, whew, I needed a
shower, I could smell my pits. But now they smelled nasty like the sex I
was enjoying. Billy lost no time in trying to take my seven inches deep in
his throat. He waggled his lips along the shaft a quarter inch at a time.
I was fast losing a sense of consciousness. Then with a slight gag I
bottomed in his threat and his nose was against my pubic hair. I bet I was
a little stale smelling but what the hell, he was my suck boy. He stayed
with my cock in his threat and kept swallowing. The massage of his throat
muscles was driving me nuts. I felt my thighs tingling and feeling
paralyzed, that was a sure sign that I was going to shoot. I tapped Billy
on his spikey head. 'I think I goin' spill. You want to pull away?' He
shook his head, which motion threw me over the cum fence. I felt my body
locking held by my impending orgasm. I shouted and rubbed and scratched
Billy's head as I double up, howled, thrust my hips and beat the sheet with
my fists as I unloaded a combination of spooge and piss.
Billy fell back dazed. 'Gee when you go down, you do down. It was like
holding a bucking bronco.' His head gradually cleared. 'How come you had
the nerve to ask for a blow job? Did Chad say something?'
'Chad? What's he got to do with it? ' I asked innocently. 'Does he do it
'I don't know about that, but don't tell him about this. Maybe we can do
it again. I didn't get off. You want to help me out.'
'No sweetie. Jimmy no gives, Jimmy just gets. You better get along, I
have to shower and get dressed, I smell like a stable.'
He turned and walked out, dejected and rejected.
After the shower and my cereal that I ate dry because we were out of milk,
I began to wonder how I would spend the day with my 'cloak of
invisibility'? I said those words like I had a echo.
I got the helmet from my closet and stood in front of the mirror and
snapped it on. This was the first time I could check it out. There was no
change in my image. Maybe this was because I am inside. But no, I should
be invisible. The damn thing's no working. I check the battery. This
signal used very little current and an AAA battery was sufficient. I put
in a new one. No help.
I took it to the garage workroom and took it apart. I went over each
component and everything seemed okay. I was dumbfounded and baffled. How
could it just stop. I bet my Dad would know but I could never admit that I
was mucking around, using his password on the computer. I put the parts in
a box and figured I think about it and try later.
I got my bicycle out, I hadn't ridden in awhile. I headed down the street
and encountered Chad. Now I told you that Billy was kinda cute, but Chad
was a dreamboy, big, about six feet plus, muscles on muscles, thick wavy
blond hair, big blue eyes, the whole shebang of male beauty. He smiled at
me, 'Hi Jimmy. You gonna spy on some girls today?' Jeez, what white teeth
and pink tongue you have grandma, I thought. I twitched down there even
though it had been two hours since I came hard, but at my age, that's
enough to be rearmed.
'No, actually I was thinking of sneaking into the porno movie.'
'Watch out, there are guys who molest pretty boys like you.'
'Or on the other hand, maybe you might like to come to my house and fool
'Fool around? Who told you I fool around?'
'Why, do you?'
'Well, if you want to suck my cock I wouldn't say no. Do you?'
I was checkmated for the moment. I wouldn't mind getting another round of
being blown but I wasn't ready to be the blower. Perhaps I should just see
how it all develops. 'Maybe, maybe not. Let's just go and stop talking
When we got to my house we tramped up the stairs and into my room, still
messy with the unmade bed. Chad closed the door behind him and snapped the
bolt. 'I smell sex in this room. Did you wank off this morning?'
'Every morning.' I swept my tee shirt over my head. I stood there smiling
and rubbing my chest. 'Like?'
Chad kicked his slides off and pulled his shorts off exposing his entire
lower body, his dick hanging slightly hard just below the bottom of his
shirt. 'You like?'
I stared at his cock as I slipped out of my trainers and shorts. I was
stiff and hard.
'I think you like it. Jimmy, you're drooling and breathing hard. Your
cock is a full hardness. You don't have to ask. My answer is yes. Get on
your knees and get me off.'
It was a standoff, at least for two minutes. All you could hear was my
heavy breathing. I was so excited that my cock was dripping. I almost
felt I might cum from the tension. Chad, the bastard was smirking at me.
At last with cry of defeat, or resignation, I fell to my knees. Chad made
no move to come closer, but he did throw his shirt off and flexed his chest
muscles like a jungle animal just short of pounding his chest and
trumpeting. I had to crawl slightly to get close. I lifted his now hard
cock and slipped my mouth over it. I had never done this in my life. I
had seen male porno and tried to remember how they did it. Chad knew, of
course, exactly what to do. I think that with Billy, he was the boss. He
took my hands and pulled them around to the back of his ass. 'Hold me
steady, I tend to get weak when I cum.'
I put out a tentative tongue lick on the head of his now protruding head.
There was sex dew on the tip. I braced myself for the taste but it was
sweet and watery. He let out a low moan when I did that. I was pleased,
the whore bitch was pleased. I wasn't even ashamed, I was proud I could
please him. He pushed forward as a hint for me to take it in my mouth. I
delayed so he put a finger to my lips and rubbed my lips. 'Let me in Jimmy
boy, don't fight it, you want this cock so badly you can hardly breathe.'
Then he put his finger in my mouth and like a pet dog I sucked it. 'Yeah,
that's enough practice. Get to I!' He slapped me on one cheek. I quickly
got to work. I took about a third of his cock into my mouth and stopped,
my tongue vibrating and moving of it's own accord. He liked that. 'Great,
use a lot of tongue.' He was pushing again, I opened my throat and he slid
in down to his pubes. They smelled delicious, nice soap and a little Chad
sweaty. With his cock down my throat I choked a bit, almost upchucked, but
got myself under control but moving a little back. His hips were beginning
to thrust. I allowed lots of spit to fill my mouth and I began a fast in
and our vigorous sucking. He was howling with pleasure. 'You are some
fucking suck hound, much better than.....: He never finished. I don't
think he realized how close he was to cumming when it hit him. His thighs
began to vibrate and a few times his knees almost collapsed. I held on my
hands spread over his fuzzy ass checks. Then he began unloading. I
swallowed fast, gulping and crying out my thrill at being part of this
He fell back on the bed. 'Whew, that was hot. You had much experience?'
'First time. Eh, I'm pretty hard here, you think you er...'
'I would, but I get really anti sexy after I cum, but if you want to jerk
off I'll watch you and you can even unload on my chest and belly but be
careful, not near my face.'
'Well, okay, thanks but I think I'll save it for when I'm alone.'
'Suit yourself. Hey, should we find Billy and maybe go down to the Y
'Thanks but I'll just hang here.'
What a let down after three days of hot excitement: the helmet, what I saw
using it, getting a blow job from Billy...that was excellent! At least I
know that I'm not the only one around who likes sex with guys. Who knows
what the future will bring (said in my echo) voice.