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Possession ----------
Chapter 12 ----------
by Matt -------
Wednesday was not really a fun day for me. Neither Oli nor Mark were in many of my classes for the day. I was never lonely, my still-increasing circle of friends ensured that I was always sat with somebody, but it still wasn't the same as having my best friend or Mark there with me.
With my detention after school too, I didn't even get to hang out with them at the end of the day either. Detention had silence strictly enforced again so Carl and I couldn't talk, but we chatted a little by passing a piece of paper back and forth, writing our responses. I did buy us all a short reprieve though when I took control of the teacher in charge and made him go back to the staff room. The few minutes it took for him to recover and make his way back allowed us to be at least a little more lively! It was nice that Carl seemed to be getting passed his guilt about hurting me, mostly because it helped alleviate mine about starting it!
The only good thing I had to look forward to in my day was who would be waiting for me after detention... Riley. After I had teased him by threatening a visit during the day, he had suggested that he take me home with him again. His housemate was away until tomorrow so we would still have the privacy we required.
Once I was free, I headed for the spot I had arranged to meet him. We had decided to use somewhere different every time, just to avoid detection. It was his suggestion and it gave me a weird thrill. The thought of having to sneak around was exciting, but more than that, it suggested he definitely wanted to keep doing things with me.
As I got into his car I just looked at him and said, "Drive quickly, I REALLY want to kiss you!" I eyed him hungrily. If I had been in a cartoon, he would have turned into a giant ham!
He laughed. "That's a hell of a way to say hello!"
I blushed through an almost shy smile then replied, "Sorry, hello. Now drive!"
It was a mercifully quick drive to his house. If it had taken much longer I actually doubt I would have been able to restrain myself. As soon as we were inside, he revealed that his own ravenous desire matched my own. He picked me up as we kissed again, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me through the house into the lounge.
As we reached the sofa, he leant over, placing my back onto the cushions so I released my grip on him. He climbed on top, kneeling over me as we continued our oral duel. I reached up and started running my hands up and down his body. I had felt his muscles before, but it had been with his own hands and looking down from above. Now though I revelled in the feel of them through his clothes, tracing the edges of his abs with my fingers. As my teasing hands made their way up to his chest, I felt the slight stiffness of his nipples. I gently squeezed them both at the same time.
Riley grunted into my mouth and pulled out of the kiss, gasping.
I grinned at him as he sat up, being careful not to put too much of his weight on my hips, clearly worried that his much larger frame might crush me.
"You liked that then?" I giggled.
"My nipples are so sensitive." he said, catching his breath from our prolonged smooch.
"Oh good!" I said with a devilish grin, trying to sit up. I felt a twinge of pain in my ribs that Riley obviously picked up on as he reached out and grabbed my shoulders, helping me up and holding me there. My face was now level with his chest. He stared down at me nervously.
I reached to his hips, slid my hands under the bottom of his t-shirt and placed them on his sides. We both shuddered at our first serious skin-on-skin contact, grinning at each other excitedly. I raised my hands, his t-shirt rising with them, exposing skin and muscle and hair. By the time my hands reached the top of his chest, his nipples had been exposed by the rising fabric. Leaning forward, a slid the tip of my tongue across a nipple, barely even grazing it.
"Ah." he moaned happily with a slight chuckle.
He wasn't kidding, these things were beyond sensitive. If he hadn't already been hard, as was obvious from the erection poking at my stomach through his track suit, I'm pretty sure he would have boned up just from that single lick. I shot him a wicked grin then leant forward again and kissed his chest, letting my lips slide across it until the nipple caught between my lips and sucked gently..
"Shit!" he moaned excitedly through laboured breaths.
I let my tongue lash back and forth across it, each swipe making his body shudder as I wrapped my cast-covered arm around him to help keep me sitting upright. My other hand went downwards, grazing his huge bulge. At first I thought he had already cum as there was a huge wet patch but I soon realised it was just pre-cum... a lot of it!
As I continued sucking and licking I wondered if I could actually make him cum just from playing with his nipples, were they THAT sensitive? Only one way to find out. I released the small mound of flesh and gently blew on it, my breath feeling cold against the moist skin. Another whimper of delight from him.
When I closed my lips around the other nipple, I raised my free hand to tease the first nipple. With both of them now at my mercy I had no doubt I could push him over the edge. His hands on my shoulders started to grip tighter and tighter, his happy moans turning into ecstatic yells, his entire body twitching and jumping.
"Y... aaah." He was trying to speak but ripples of pleasure and breathlessness stole the words from his lips.
Suddenly he let go of me, tipping back against the arm of the sofa and screamed out, "FUUUUUCK!"
I watched in amazement as the moist bulge seemed to come alive, twitching and pulsating as the wet patch grew and grew, the light grey fabric turning dark. His eyes were closed as he panted happily.
I pulled myself out from underneath him, then crawled on top, laying across his body and nuzzling into his neck. I gave it a couple of quick kisses before putting my lips to his ear and whispering, "Did I just make you cum in your pants without even touching it?"
He opened his eyes. I think he wanted to be angry at my teasing, but he couldn't even force the smile off of his face. "You..." he started, still breathy. "You're a nasty... little tease."
I smiled at what I took as a compliment, squeezed his softening cock through the wet material and said, "That can't be comfortable, you should probably take them off!"
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." he giggled back at me.
I felt my own cock twitch as I thought about being naked in front of him so I jumped up and pulled my clothes off as quickly as I was able to. He just lay watching me until I stood before him, fully exposed. I suddenly found myself feeling a little nervous, worrying about how flat and shapeless my body was compared to his manly torso.
My concern must have been obvious to the man as he sat up and pulled me a little closer so that I stood between his legs. He planted his lips on my stomach. As he pulled back, he looked up at me and said, "You're so beautiful."
Well that was one word that had never been used to describe me before, and not one I would even apply to myself directly, but his expression conveyed his sincerity. I felt like I could cry. The fact that this amazing, sweet, hot, sexy guy would say such a thing to me was a little overwhelming. He pulled me in again, his hands on my lower back, barely above my bum. He peppered my stomach with light, delicate kisses, my throbbing cock pressing against his chin.
He raised a hand to my boner, stroking it gently as he leant back a little to look at me once again. He let his hand guide my rigid prick towards his lips and slowly sucked it inside, easily taking the full length, his nose pressing into my sparse bush. He started sliding back and forth on it as his tongue slide around the head.
Now it was my turn to moan. I let out a sound that was half whimper, half laugh. No blow job I had been given before could compare to this. Was it because he was particularly good at it or because I liked him so much? Probably both. It helped that one silly thought kept running through my head – my cock was in a teacher's mouth! That thought alone was speeding me towards a rapid conclusion so I tried to put it out of my head, instead just enjoying his amazing technique. Occasionally he would release my cock entirely, sucking my smooth balls into his mouth instead before moving back onto my rod.
"Ah, ah, ah..." I moaned happily. It was about to happen. "Oh... Mr Ferguson!" I yelled out as I grabbed his head and started pumping my load into his mouth. My legs felt weak, but his strong hands were still holding onto my back, helping me remain standing.
I kept thrusting into his mouth until I every drop of what felt like the biggest ejaculation of my life had been expelled. He sat back in the seat, staring up at me as I took several deep breaths. I must have been burning bright red from head to toe, I certainly felt like it.
Riley stood up beside me and quickly pulled off his clothes. He lay back down on the sofa, slightly on his side with his rear pressed against the cushions on the back, then patted the space alongside him.
I happily took the spot he had prepared for me, laying face-to-face with him. I felt his arm loop around my shoulders to pull me close as my naked body rested against his. We kissed again, much gentler than the ravenous devouring upon our arrival. We continued laying like that, talking and kissing, kissing and talking. My hands continued to caress his muscles while his slid up and down my body, exploring the smooth flatness.
After a while, he stiffened again. I looked down at it then questioningly into his eyes. He smiled back at me, took my hand and guided it onto his rigid shaft. I wrapped my fingers around it, delighted at how large it felt beneath my slender fingers. As I started stroking, he started oozing precum again, the slippery wetness finding its way between my fingers, seeming to magnify his enjoyment of the hand job.
I went slowly this time. The orgasm I had given him earlier had been borne of pure lust and desire, this time I wanted to let it build gradually, expressing my affection for him with the delicate touches. We continued kissing on and off as my hand pumped away. It was during one of the kisses that his cock finally erupted his second load of the evening, understandably smaller than the first but still more than enough to cover both our bare torsos with thick globs of spunk.
Once he was done, the kiss parted and we just lay staring into each other's eyes. I loved him. I knew it. I had already suspected it was coming, but in that moment I knew it with such crystal clear clarity. I loved Riley Fergsuon. I wanted to say it. Hell, I wanted to scream it from the rooftops, tell everyone that I was in love and it almost hurt to think that nobody could know. I resisted saying a word though. From the look in his eyes, I had the feeling he may have been thinking the same thing, but he, too, remained silent.
I was the first one to speak. With a hearty sigh I said, "I should probably be getting home soon."
"Or I could just keep you here!" Riley said with a grin. "I think a night with you would be worth an arrest for kidnapping!"
I chuckled at his remark, but his laugh quickly faded as he considered what he had just said. It was a sudden stark reminder of the illegality (and technically, immorality) of what we were doing.
I kissed him quickly, hoping to intercept a potential sudden downturn in what had been an otherwise wonderful experience. "This was amazing!" I said contentedly, then rested my head on his shoulder.
He squeezed me tightly and kissed the side of my head then released me to let me stand. As I got onto my feet, I looked down at myself. I still had a big blob of his spunk on my stomach. I reached down and scooped it up with my finger, raised it to my lips and licked it off, tasting him.
He stared in delight at my quick clean-up, then scooped some off of his own stomach and reached his finger up towards me. I grabbed his wrist and sucked the finger into my mouth, keeping it in there much longer than was necessary to retrieve the cream, getting happy coos from him at the sensation of my mouth on him. Once I released it, I started dressing, wishing that I didn't have to.
"When can we do this again?" I asked eagerly as Riley dressed too.
His head popped up through his t-shirt and he looked at me thoughtfully. He sighed and said, "I'm not sure. Ken gets home tomorrow so that messes with us a bit. Let me think about it and I'll let you know." I must have looked slightly worried though, so he added, "Don't worry, that's not an excuse to avoid you. We are DEFINITELY doing this again. I l.... I like you Nicky, a lot."
I had to stifle a yelp of excitement. Had he really almost said what I thought he almost said? I just grinned at him and said, "Good, I like you a lot too.... Mr Ferguson!"
He had teased me about calling him that during our cuddling and I had confessed that the thought of doing it with a teacher had turned me on so much. It had been pretty embarrassing until he admitted that knowing he was doing it with a student turned him on just as much.
We kissed about a dozen more times before we left, each time saying it would be our last one before we went outside and each time wanting just one more. Finally able to resist one more kiss, we went out and Riley drove me home. I felt like I was going to cry when I got out of the car, actually feeling wetness in the corners of my eyes as he drove away, already missing him!
Completely unable to keep anything secret from Mark, Oli had explained in very great detail what had happened on Tuesday night between him, me and Martin. Needless to say, Mark found it more than a little intriguing, really regretting not being able to join us. That was when I remembered what he had said that day – he would be allowed to stay over if it wasn't a school night! I suggested we do it again on Friday night, getting very eager agreement from the other two and then subsequent permission from each of our parents.
Thursday was distinctly uninteresting, although I did use my powers to give Mark a bit of a thrill. I took control of the boy sitting beside him in class and jerked off under the desk while he watched. It's a bit weird that using supernatural powers to possess a friend and make him jerk off for the entertainment of another friend is considered a dull day, but hey, 'weird' just pretty much summed up my life at this point.
Friday at school was pretty snoozeworthy too, although PE was torturous. Still not taking part I had to just sit there. Not only did I have to watch Mark and Oli and every other cute guy in class run around in shorts, but I knew Riley was so close by too. I had to resist seeing him. Aside from my inability to resist pouncing on him, even harmless visits could start arousing suspicion if there were enough of them observed.
Detention was actually quite fun, the teacher running it was Miss Taylor (no relation to me!!) who was always fun. She made it clear that it was Friday and nobody deserved to be kept after school on a Friday, regardless of what they had done. I think really she was just pissed that she had to stay herself, but either way she let us just do whatever we wanted and let us go as soon as she felt we had been detained 'long enough'.
I had let Mark and Oli know I was likely to be out early, so they were already on their way when we got out. Not expecting them to be there quite yet, I made my way slowly out of school, walking with Carl.
"Well, looks like we're done. Your punishment has been served." I said happily as we realised our shared sentence had been completed.
"Thank fuck, two weeks of that would have been a bitch!" Carl said happily.
He looked at me, about to say something but I raised my hand. "Nope! You're not thanking me again!" I insisted with a laugh.
Carl blushed and looked away, staring at the ground as we walked. "Actually, I was going to ask... nothing. Never mind." he said, obviously chickening out of whatever it was part way through.
I suddenly felt bad for interrupting him. "What? What was you gonna ask?" I asked insistently.
"Nothing, doesn't matter, it's stupid." he said, still not looking at me.
I stopped and grabbed his arm. He ground to a halt, but kept looking down. "Carl?" I said sternly.
He shrugged. "I just thought... maybe... you might wanna hang out... like, outside of detention. But why would you?" He finally looked up at me, face burning with embarrassment.
I smiled, having to force myself not to laugh. Last week he had been challenging me, trying to look tough in front of his mates and now he was stood before me, embarrassed over something as simple as wanting to just hang out. The dichotomy was truly endearing. As I looked over at the gate I saw Mark and Oli arrive. I looked back to Carl. "Add me on Facebook." I said quietly. "I'll message you and we can arrange something."
"You don't have to." he said, still looking incredibly awkward.
"I know I don't." I said bluntly. "But I want to, you're a nice guy when you're not acting like a dick. Now I gotta run, see you on Facebook." I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I leaned in and pecked him on the cheek then ran off towards Mark and Oli. I didn't dare look back.
As I reached my two friends, Mark stared at me open-mouthed. "Did you just kiss Carl?" he asked in shock.
I just laughed at him and we started heading home. I wondered if I'd done the wrong thing messing with Carl like that, but within five minutes I got a notification on my phone to say he had sent me a friend request. Wanting to play it cool, I left it to accept later and just started chatting to the others about the evening ahead.
I wanted to hang out with my friends and have fun, but I also had an ulterior motive. I was determined to get Mark and Oli together. I knew I wanted them to be together after I realised I had actually started referring to them as 'Mark and Oli'. You know what it's like with couples, the names are usually said in the same order all the time. That's how it was here. To me they weren't my mate Mark and my best friend Oli, they were 'Mark and Oli'. Anyway, that was the plan. How I was going to make it happen hadn't actually come to me yet. I instead chose to rely on my quick-thinking to pick up on opportunities as they occurred throughout the evening.
When we got back to my house, Mum, Dad and Danny were all downstairs but it seemed Martin was still out. When I asked, I got told he was going to be out for most of the evening. I wondered if that may have been a good thing as Oli seemed set on teasing him a little about Tuesday, possibly even testing him to see if Martin could tell the difference between himself and me.
After completing mandatory pleasantries with my parents, particularly Oli who usually managed to charm them, we headed upstairs. Danny looked at us as we passed him sitting on the sofa. "Enjoy your threesome, you big benders!" he said with a wicked smirk.
I had hoped Danny's mean streak was beginning to pass, he had been uncharacteristically quiet with me lately. I guessed it was having an audience to play up to that suddenly brought it out of him again. Mark looked horrified at the comment and Oli just smirked while I glared at him. Danny caught my gaze and just stared back with a look of utter disdain.
"Whatever." I said with a shrug as we headed up to my room, not letting it bother me.
"You're little brother's just delightful, isn't he!" Mark said sarcastically as we all sat down.
"He's an annoying little fucker." I said angrily. If I had any idea why he was like that I might be a little more forgiving, but he seemed to have a limitless supply of bile for no obvious reason. "Anyway, don't even give him a second thought. What do you guys wanna do then?"
Oli grinned. "Blow jobs for everybody!" he called out happily.
I burst into laughter and Mark virtually choked.
"Are you just trying to prove Danny right?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Hey, you asked what I wanna do!" Oli replied casually, sniggering as Mark coughed to recover his breath. He clearly wasn't quite used to Oli... yet!
"Not everything's about sex ya know!" I insisted, not admitting the fact that a blow job actually did sound pretty fun right then. I resisted mentioning it though, determined to find a way to use the inevitable shenanigans to bring the two friends together.
We had ended up playing video games until Mum called us for dinner. I was worried the three of us would get stuck at the table with my parents and Danny, but Mum had been great and set up the lounge with pizzas and drinks so we could hang out watching TV and eating together while she, Dad and Danny ate together in the dining room. I complain about her a lot, but sometimes he can be pretty cool.
Needless to say Danny wasn't happy about being stuck with my parents while we got to have fun, but I found it really hard to feel sorry for him, especially when he spat more snide remarks at us after he had finished his dinner and headed back up to his room.
While we started to reaching our pizza limit, I started clearing the boxes and plates away, Oli helping when he saw me struggling with just one hand. I thanked Mum and told her and Dad they could have the lounge back as we returned to my room.
We all sat on the bed (I made sure I was on the end so Mark and Oli would have to be side by side. They turned the TV on, resuming the show we had been watching downstairs. I wasn't overly interested in it so I pulled out my phone and went on Facebook. I saw the notification to show the outstanding friend request from Carl and finally accepted it, then sent him a quick message.
[Hey, thanks for the friend request]
I started looking at other random things and within a few minutes, he replied.
[You kissed me!]
I smirked and wondered about the motivation behind the message. Was he annoyed? Angry? Disgusted? If so, then why would he have added me? Maybe he was excited? A sudden wave of worry struck me. What if he was confused, as Mark had been, struggling with himself and I had just gone and messed with his head? I decided to play it casual and see which way he went.
[I know. I was there! :-)] I replied.
[Haha. Okay, WHY did you kiss me?] he asked.
Smirking to myself and inspired by Oli, I replied, [Because a handshake felt too formal and offering a blow job felt far too forward, so I took the middle ground!]
[What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a total freak!] He sent back.
I sighed quietly, reaching the conclusion that he was most definitely not amused by my antics, but noticed he was typing another message.
[That's not a complaint, by the way ;-)] He added.
[I've been called a lot worse! LOL] I replied, completely honestly!
[I wanted to ask you a question, but couldn't do it face-to-face cos it's kinda embarrassing. You know when we had that fight, some of the guys have mentioned that I kissed you but I don't really remember, it's all a bit hazy.] He sent.
I had almost forgotten about that, about the way I had possessed him and made him kiss me to embarrass him. I replied, [That's not a question...]
[Fine. Did I really kiss you?] he asked bluntly.
I couldn't deny it. He had, albeit under my control. Reluctantly, and hoping it hadn't caused too much harm I sent back, [You did]
[Oh my God, I can't believe it. I know I'd been thinking about doing it, but I can't believe I actually had the nerve to do it.]
"What the fuck!" I said aloud, staring at my phone. This alerted Mark and Oli to my ongoing conversation with Carl.
Oli snatched the phone away and the two of them huddled together reading it as my head reeled. He had been thinking about kissing me? So was he gay? Was this some kind of homosexual epidemic or did I just seem to attract them all? Maybe I was some kind of gay beacon, drawing them all in, one day destined to be surrounded by a colossal harem of devoted gays who hung on my every word? Okay, I knew that last part was a bit of a stretch, but seriously, Oli, Mark, Riley and now Carl too!
Still lost in thought, I jumped as I felt my phone get thrown back at me. Mark and Oli were both staring. "What?" I asked, staring back.
"Whadda you mean what? What are you gonna say?" Oli demanded, grinning and bouncing excitedly, the TV show forgotten in the sudden furore.
They made me move along and sat either side awaiting my reply. My totally uncunning plan to put them together had already fallen apart. [Do you think about kissing me a lot?] I asked, getting cheers from Mark and Oli.
[Yeah! Don't take it personally though, I've thought about it with most the guys in our year!]
"Ask if he's thought about me!" Oli demanded.
"And me!" Mark added.
"Piss off!" I said to them both, ignoring their demands. I typed out my next reply. [You're gay then?]
[Of course not. I'm totally straight, that's why I want to kiss guys! That was sarcasm by the way, I thought I should mention that as you seem a bit slow!]
"Another one joins the dark side!" Oli called out then laughed evilly.
I rolled my eyes then reached up and bopped him on the head with my cast before typing my next message. [Sorry if I seem a bit slow, you see, I recently got a really bad concussion!]
"Oof, low blow!" Mark said, scrunching up his face.
As annoying as I was finding the two of them, their ongoing commentary on my conversation was quickly starting to make me laugh.
Carl replied. [Okay, I deserve that one! But yeah, I'm gay. I figured it was okay to tell you. I'm guessing from the kiss that you're either gay too or just not a dick about that sort of thing.]
[Yeah I'm gay. I'm also not a dick, just to be clear!] I sent back.
[LOLs. Awesome. I knew I couldn't be the only one. I know they say statistically that it's like one in ten, so that would mean there's about twelve in our year alone. So who d'you reckon? There's definitely a few closet cases!] Carl sent back, his excitement about finding another 'of his kind' was obvious. It's weird to think that I had been through the exact same thing just last week.
I considered his reasoning, suddenly having four gays didn't seem such a high number, so much for the gay epidemic! I looked from side to side. "Do I tell him or let him guess?" I asked them both.
"Let him guess." Oli insisted.
I shrugged my agreement. [Who d'you reckon then?] I asked.
[Kieran, definitely. Gary Beadle has something about him too. I've caught Robert Carlton perving on guys in the changing rooms. Oh yeah, Mark too (the one in your class), but that may just be wishful thinking! H-O-T!!!]
All three of us burst into laughter. I felt bad about potentially deceiving Carl, as well as revealing his sexuality without his permission so I sent a reply. [Sorry, I should have mentioned, I'm with Mark (and Oli) at the moment and they started reading this conversation...]
[Well FML. Hi Oli, hi Mark. Been nice knowing you both, make sure my gravestone reads 'Literally died of embarrassment' please] Carl replied, getting more laughter from us all.
[Don't worry about it. If it makes it all a bit more even, Oli and Mark are both bi. Well I think Mark's bi, it's a bit up in the air at the moment.] They both looked quite unhappy as they read the message, but agreed it was probably fair to tell him.
[Wow, it's like a gay epidemic!] Carl replied. I started laughing again, but having not shared my thoughts with Mark and Oli, the humour was lost on them.
[Yeah, we're everywhere. Maybe we should start a club!]
[I'm sure that'd go down well at school! Anyway, don't wanna interrupt you guys evening so I'll let you go. Chat more soon x]
I sent a quick good night message and then looked at Mark and Oli. "Well that was a little unexpected." I said, still chuckling at the whole thing.
The conversation with Carl sparked an somewhat lengthy conversation about guys in our year at school. We reached a general consensus that Carl was probably right about Kieran and Robert. Gary split the opinion though. We came up with a few more names of our own too before eventually moved onto the ones that we would consider 'wishful thinking' as Carl had put it. That inevitably led onto all sorts of other conversations about cute guys getting together and doing things like we did.
By the time we ran out of boys to talk about, it was starting to get a bit late, but we had no intention of sleeping until the very early hours of the morning. I offered to go and get us some drinks and ran downstairs. Mum and Dad were still in the lounge watching TV.
"Hey, I don't want you boys staying up too late!" Mum called out to me.
I peered into the lounge and said, "Don't worry, we'll pretend to go to sleep at a reasonable time and then just carry on as quietly as we can after that!" I grinned, knowing that was exactly what we would probably do.
Mum looked thoroughly unamused but Dad was sniggering away. Mum turned her attention to Dad, shooting him a 'don't encourage him' glare. I left Dad to face her wrath and ran into the kitchen to grab some cokes. When I got back upstairs, Mark and Oli were both sat on the floor.
"What are we doing?" I asked, taking a seat equidistant from them both and handing them each a can.
"Truth or Dare!" Mark replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Do I need to ask whose idea that was?" I asked, looking straight at Oli who just raised his can and grinned. I shook my head, then my eyes widened as a plan formed. Good old inspiration had struck once again. I looked straight at Mark. "Let's go then. Truth or dare?"
Nobody ever starts with a dare at these things and I was counting on Mark to follow the pattern. "Truth." he said.
Oli looked like he was going to say something, but I cut him off. "Do you have a crush on someone?" I asked Mark.
The boy just nodded. Step one was complete. "Oli, truth or dare?" Mark asked.
Oli shrugged and said, "Dare." A dare on the first round? Always the wild card, Oli was.
Mark stared at me blankly, either unable to think of anything or just too shy to say it. It looked like it was on me then! "Okay Oli, I dare you to... send us both the naughtiest selfie you have on your phone!" It hadn't been part of the plan, but it seemed like a fun idea, getting him to send a naughty picture to Mark. Having him send it to me at the same time covered up my duplicity.
"You dick!" Oli sniggered, then pulled out his phone and started scrolling through pictures. He obviously had as many on his phone as Mark did on his. Was I the only person who didn't take endless pictures of myself? I wondered if maybe I should. I could send one to Riley! No, naked pictures of students on a teachers phone was just a recipe for trouble. I heard my phone buzz and grabbed it as Mark looked at his too.
We both opened the message from Oli and found ourselves looking at a picture of him standing fully naked and hard, taking a selfie in a full length mirror, presumably from his holiday based on the appearance of the room around him.
"That's one for the wank bank!" I teased Oli with a grin. As always he was virtually impossible to embarrass, just sitting there grinning.
"Knock yourself out." He said happily, then asked, "Okay Nicky, truth or dare?"
"Truth!" I said. I wasn't opening myself up to Oli's twisted imagination with a dare any sooner than I had to!
"Out of all the guys you've possessed, who had the best cock?" Oli asked.
It was a surprising question and not one I would have expected. I had became used to my powers so quickly that I occasionally forgot how different they really made me. I thought for a moment and found my mind dashing back to the night it had all started. "The guy next door!" I answered. "So hot and really hung! Truth or dare Mark?" I asked, keen to keep my plan moving.
"Truth." he replied.
'Yes!' I thought to myself, then jumped in again before Oli could say anything. Time for step two. "This crush of yours... is it someone in this room?"
Mark looked like a rabbit in headlights, Oli looked almost as shocked. I guessed he was figuring out what I was doing. Blushing profusely, Mark just nodded and quickly said, "Oli, your turn."
Oli seemed as keen to move on too. "Dare." he requested again.
I thought for a moment, but Mark spoke before I thought of anything. "I dare you to kiss Nicky for one minute!"
I felt myself blush a little. Oli was unfazed as always, immediately moving over towards me. He attacked me with comedic gusto, kissing me passionately, not caring about the spectator. He only slowed slightly when he realised I was holding onto my side and moaning more from pain than pleasure. He relaxed a little after that, but it was still nowhere near the sweet, gentle kissing we had shared that day in the park.
We stopped after what was probably more than a minute and both smiled at Mark who, judging by the bulge, had enjoyed watching. Oli did his best not to look, but kept glancing down at it as he asked, me, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." I said, knowing Oli would probably complain if he was the only one doing dares.
Oli grinned. "I dare you... to possess Danny... and make him wet the bed!"
I stared, shocked by the idea. Mark looked equally surprised.
"That's a bit mean..." I started.
"He called you a faggot just a couple of hours ago! Is it really any less mean than that?" Mark asked, surprisingly seeming to support the cruel dare.
"You know what an annoying git he is. This is just payback!" Oli said, sniggering.
I shrugged. He did kinda deserve it. A moment's concentration and I found myself in Danny's head. He was already in bed, either asleep or on his way towards it. I hesitated for a moment, considering that I could maybe just tell Mark and Oli that I did it. Then an image of Danny sneering at us earlier flashed through my mind and I just let loose, starting him peeing.
I went back into my own head, opened my eyes and said, "All done." I didn't want to linger on it too long, feeling slightly guilty, so I looked at Mark and said, "Your turn."
"Dare." he replied.
I cursed inwardly at the accidental (or was it intentional) sabotage of step 3 of the plan. Had he known where my line of questioning was leading? Then Oli looked at me, by the looks of him worried about what I might come up with next.
"I dare you to kiss Nicky!" he said quickly. He thought had had gotten the upper hand, stopping me from doing anything else until he realised he had just ordered the boy he liked to kiss someone else – total backfire!
"Okay." Mark said, attempting to look casual but not really succeeding. He looked pretty nervous as he approached me.
I shot Oli a sympathetic look, but it seemed to be unappreciated. Oli hadn't set a time limit, but we aimed for the same as the last kiss and stopped at about a minute. By now, Mark's bulge was a full-on erection. Oli was transfixed, only serving to embarrass Mark even more.
I was going to break the tension by making Oli take his turn but was interrupted by my phone buzzing. I grabbed it quickly, not wanting the others to see it in case it was from Riley. I was surprised to see it was a message from Danny.
[Nicky, can you come to my room please?]
What did he want? Had he figured out my involvement in what had just happened? I got up and headed for door, saying a casual, "Be right back."
I walked to Danny's door, expecting to enter to a torrent of abuse and complaining. Instead as I walked in I found him sat on the edge of his bed, face buried in his hands, crying.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, walking across to him and feeling guilty about already knowing the answer.
He looked up at me, eyes big and watery. He sniffed. "I had an accident." he said, looking back at the bed.
Just like that, the insults and arguments were forgotten and now he was just my little brother again. I pulled him against me and he threw his arms around my waist. I stood there stroking his hair for a couple of minutes until he calmed down.
He suddenly pulled away and looked up at me. "Please don't tell anyone. Please. I didn't know how to clean up without Mum and Dad knowing."
"Hey, don't worry buddy, I won't tell anyone." I said, ruffling my fingers through his hair reassuringly.
He sniffed again and said a quiet, "Thanks."
I sighed, squatted down so that I faced him at eye level and said, "I tell you what, why don't you go and have a quick shower while I sort things out in here."
He just nodded and dashed out towards the bathroom. While he was showering I stripped the wet sheet off of his bed, folded it and hid it in his wardrobe, making a mental note to retrieve when I could get it laundered discretely. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and a new sheet. I placed the towel, folded over a couple of times, onto the wet patch and put the new sheet on his bed. By the time I was done, Danny was walking back in, wearing just a towel and carrying the wet underwear and t-shirt he had been wearing. I took them from him and added them to the wet sheet then looked back at him.
He just stood there, still wet from the waist up, particularly his hair which was dripping wet.
"Hey, you can't get in bed like that." I said with a smile. I grabbed for the towel round his waist and had it away from him before he could reach for it.
He cupped his hands together to hide his little cock and balls. "Nicky!" he yelped in surprise.
"Oh relax, I've seen it all before." I sniggered. He looked back angrily, but his embarrassment took the edge of it and he ended up just looking confused.
I used the towel to dry off his chest, stomach and back, then started rubbing his hair with it. As soon as he was released from the towel he reached for a drawer, pulled out a pair of white briefs and slipped them on with one hand, still covering up with the other. He looked round at the bed and smiled up at me.
"Thanks." he said, blushing a little.
"Not a problem." I smiled back at him. "Now come on little man, if Mum hears you still up she'll kick your arse!" I nudged him towards his bed.
He climbed in and I turned to flick the light off, but stopped as I heard him say, "Could you... stay a bit longer?"
I chuckled slightly at the sweet request and took a seat on his bed, leaning back against the headboard. He shuffled across to rest his head on my lap and closed his eyes. He was asleep almost instantly. I just watched him for a few moments and shook my head. "How can you be so sweet when it's just us and such a dick the rest of the time?" I asked quietly, knowing he wouldn't answer. Shaking my head, wondering if I would ever solve the mystery of Danny Taylor I slipped out, resting his head back on the pillow and went back to my room.
"What took you so long?" Oli asked, slightly annoyed. "You get a dare for that!"
"Fair enough." I replied. I didn't say anything about Danny. I was going to ask them not to tease him about it, but for now it was best just left unmentioned. "So what's the dare?" I asked.
"You have to use your powers to posses both of us, make us do something and then we have to figure out what you made us do." Oli said with a grin.
I knew exactly what he was thinking, he wanted me to strip him like I had before. Was he hoping I would do the same to Mark? "Who's first then?" I asked.
"Me." Oli said.
"No, me!" Mark argued back.
They argued back and forth, both wanting to go first. I must have been concentrating on them too hard as I suddenly felt the now-familiar sensation of entering someone else's head, like being pulled through a tight rubber tube. Something felt different though. Not wrong, just different... and very disorienting.
I found myself staring back at my own body, but it was like I had double vision, I could see myself twice! Unsure which of them I had actually gone into, I looked to my right and saw Mark. At the same time I looked to my left and saw Oli. Somehow I had entered both minds at once, my consciousness still whole but split between the two bodies.
I had images going into my mind from two sets of eyes, sounds from two sets of ears, feelings from two bodies. My brain simply couldn't handle it, everything started spinning and turning black.
When I came to, I realised I was laying on my back, staring up at a very worried-looking Mark and Oli. "What the fuck just happened?" I asked, my head spinning.
"That's what we wanna know. It was like your power, but.... different." Oli explained, his experience clearly matching my own. "Instead of taking over and pushing me out, it was like you were in there with me. I couldn't control myself, but I could still see what I was doing!"
"Yeah, same with me!" Mark said, staring from me, to Oli and back.
"That was... so weird." I muttered, my head pounding.
"Should we call it quits for tonight?" Mark asked, resting a hand on my leg.
"Are you kidding?!" I exclaimed. "We're playing Truth or Dare and nobody's even naked yet. The night's only just beginning!"
We all laughed as they helped me sit up.
"Okay Mark, Truth or Dare?" I asked happily.
If you would like to read any of my other stories, links are included below. Feedback and thoughts welcome at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
Series ------ Benny Takes Control http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-dangers-of-desire/
Standalones ----------- The Art of Seduction http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
And Then It Got Worse... http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse