Disclaimer: The supernatural powers used in this story are completely fictional along with all of the characters. The author does to condone or support the use of any supernatural powers for sexual experimentation.
Note: This is the first story I have ever submitted to a site, so all constructive feedback is welcome (matterorica@hotmail.co.uk).
Possession By Matt
Chapter 1
I am not normal. I have an ability nobody else has. The first time I used it, I didn't even realise anything had happened. My eyes opened, I looked around and I had no idea where I was. I did feel a little strange, but the concern over where I was took immediate priority. As I looked around my new surroundings, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye and jumped in shock. As I looked round to see who it was, I found myself face-to-face with my neighbour. The trouble was, I was looking in a mirror.
Somehow I had found myself inside the body of the man from next door. I had complete control of his body, but his mind was simply gone. We weren't sharing; I had just taken complete control. A little shaken, I double checked to make sure I wasn't imagining it. A few facial expressions in the mirror, a quick check of my hands -- definitely not mine, at fourteen years old I certainly don't wear a wedding ring!
Just as I was beginning to get used to the situation, I felt a rushing sensation, like being pulled backwards through a tight, dark tunnel. As my senses returned to normal, I found myself back in my own body. I double checked, patting myself and feeling my familiar slim frame, raised my hands to my face then ran my fingers through my messy blonde hair. I wondered if I'd imagined the whole thing, unbelievable as it was. Had I been dreaming? Hallucinating? I tried to think rationally and convince myself it was just my imagination, but every little detail had been so real.
I decided the only way to know for certain was to try it again. I walked over to my bedroom window and looked across to the neighbours' house. There was definitely movement, somebody was home so I figured I would try and target him again. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then concentrated as hard as I could on taking control once again.
It was surprisingly easy to trigger, it came almost instinctually like it was a natural bodily function I'd been using for years. After just a few seconds, I felt the rushing sensation, but this time like I was being pulled forward. When it stopped, I opened my eyes and found myself back in the strange room. Immediately, I walked over to the window and looked across at my own house. My head span for a moment. Being in somebody else's body was disorienting enough, but as I looked across, I saw myself still stood at my own window, motionless.
"This is so freaky!" I said aloud, startling myself to hear my own words in a stranger's voice. "Woah. Even freakier." I checked myself much as I had in my own body, patting my hands down my chest and stomach. The older man's more matured body felt strange to the touch. Doubly so in that not only was I touching more muscle than I had myself, but was also feeling the muscles being touched by unfamiliar hands.
As I felt around a little more, I felt something in my pocket, or his pocket I suppose! I pulled it out and found it was his mobile phone. "Aha, proof!" I said to myself as the idea hit me. I quickly typed out a message, put in my own mobile number and then hit send. Before slipping the phone back into my pocket, I deleted the sent message. I may have been new at this, but I was determined not to do something to get myself discovered. I realised I had now been in the body a lot longer than last time and figured it was time to make sure it was as easy to go back as it had been to get there. I closed my eyes, took a few breaths and felt the transference happening again. As soon as I was back, I opened my eyes and saw him stood at his window exactly as I had left him. I took a few steps back, not wanting him to see me too easily, but still making sure I could see him. A couple of seconds after I returned, his eyes opened too and he looked around, clearly confused, before turning away.
"Okay, so I take over his body, but his mind doesn't come into mine and when I return, his own mind turns back on." I said, talking myself through everything. I stood digesting the information for a moment before I suddenly remembered the message. Excitedly I fumbled with my pocket and pulled out my phone... 1 message!
`Yes it really happened.' The message read, just as I had sent. This was it. It was real. I could take control of people.
"Or can I?" I suddenly asked myself. "Is it people, or just him?"
It was a good question. If it was just him, there was potential for a little fun. If it was anybody, the possibilities were endless. "And I wonder how far I can go?" I mumbled, my mind racing.
And that was how it started. I started testing the limits of my ability and soon found there weren't really any. So long as I thought about someone when I tried to take control, I could go into their mind regardless of how far away they were or what they were doing. It was obviously the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me, but it didn't take very long before it became exciting in a very different way.
It was just two days after my first transference and I was lying in bed, completely exhausted from the exertion of using my new ability. It may have been relatively simple to master, but it was incredibly tiring. The first two nights I had passed out from exhaustion rather than actually going to sleep. But on the third night I seemed less tired so I actually found myself with time to think. Being fourteen, time to think while lying in bed inevitably led to just one thing! It didn't take long before my hand was wrapped around my rigid cock, stroking casually.
When the idea hit me, I wondered how I had been stupid enough to not think of it sooner! I let go of my cock and concentrated. I figured my neighbour was a good place to start; he'd been my first possession, so it only seemed right that he be the first for this too. My eyes opened to find myself lying in darkness. For a moment I thought I was still in my own bed, that my attempt had failed, but it only took a second to realise there was somebody lying beside me. The figure to my left was asleep and breathing quite heavily. I quietly got out of bed, left the bedroom and headed for the bathroom. As our houses were built at the same time, it meant the layout was identical, so I didn't end up in the wrong room.
I pulled the cord for the light and turned to face the mirror as it came on. I found myself staring in the mirror in awe. The body I had felt briefly through clothes earlier was an incredible sight to behold. His pecs were magnificent, nicely muscled and tipped with rigid nipples. His abs were equally muscled, his stomach hard and defined. His whole upper torso was covered in a fine layer of dark hair, tapering down his abs into his boxer shorts. Facially he was very handsome too, piercing hazel eyes, a strong jaw line, short black hair slightly messy from the time he'd already spent in bed. He had dark stubble around his chin too, more than just a day's worth, he clearly liked the stubbly look but kept it stylishly short. Further down, his legs were nicely toned and covered in fine dark hair.
I realised my breathing had become heavy as I admired the beautiful body in the mirror. That hadn't been the only reaction though. The boxers were now tenting as I found myself getting incredibly aroused. Not wanting to wait any longer, I pulled the boxers down to my ankles, stepped out of them then stood up to see what he had to offer down below.
I was so aroused I felt like I could have cum right then. I had a feeling if I had been in my own body, I might have done, but this body was clearly more used to heightened arousal. Whereas my own dick had only recently begun to develop and, while sufficiently long, lacked any impressive girth, this guy's rigid pole had both. My perceptions may have been impaired by being in his body, but I would have had to say it was about seven and a half to eight inches long and very thick too. As I reached down with his hand, I wrapped the fingers around the swollen shaft -- they didn't even touch round the other side.
I once again found myself with the disorienting sensation of both touching something new for the first time and feeling it being touched too. As I stroked gently back and forth, staring at myself in the mirror as I did it, I found the familiar feeling of wanking coursing through me but it was mixed with new intense sensations of it being a different dick and a different hand.
As I continued to stroke, I raised my other hand up to my stomach, running my fingers across it. The tight muscles and the hair were so different from my own soft, smooth stomach. My hand wandered higher, up to the middle of the chest, then gently grazing a nipple with my pinky.
"Shit!" I muttered involuntarily. This guy's nipples were insanely sensitive. Just the slightest touch had sent a wave of ecstasy through my every nerve. I took hold of a nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently.
That was it, I had held off as long as I could. Between the continued masturbation and the feeling from the nipples all added to the excitement of being somebody else, I reached the point of no return. The first shot flew over the sink and hit the mirror, splatting messily. The second and third followed. The next few landed in the sink. The last few shots and the following dribbles just dropped heavily onto the tiled floor.
Still breathing deeply and feeling the last few waves of pleasure from the orgasm, I looked in the mirror a final time at the naked man before going back to my own body.
I would have loved to see his reaction at waking to find himself stood in his bathroom, naked, cock in hand and cum everywhere. Instead I opened my eyes to find my body exactly as I had left it -- lying in bed with a raging boner. It was quite weird but I still felt the fading remnants of the orgasm from my neighbour's wank, but still felt an insanely strong desire to ejaculate myself too. I quickly took hold of my cock and after just a few strokes, threw back the covers and shot a load. The sexual thrill of what I'd just done clearly had an effect on my own orgasm too.
Whereas I would usually shoot quite far -- over my shoulder and onto the pillow for example -- tonight it was on a whole new level. My first shot hit the wall behind me about four feet above my head, the next few hitting gradually further down. They got lower and lower until I started cumming across my own face, then chest, then stomach.
"Fuck!" I panted quietly to myself. Taking a few moments to catch my breath I eventually turned on my lamp and looked round at the mess. There was cum dripping down my wall as well as all over me. It took a while to clean up, but it was totally worth it.
Finally, with the mess cleaned up and my pillow turned over to avoid lying on the wet patches, I quickly fell asleep. I was keen to start the next day... I had to pick my next target!