Possession

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Possession

Chapter 8

by Matt

"Wake up!" Martin hissed in my ear, startling me awake. I jumped away from him as he caught me by surprise, then glanced round at the clock. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. I made it a personal policy to never be conscious before 10 am on weekends, so his early interruption was most unwelcome.

"Whadda you want?" I grunted at him, attempting to turn over and close my eyes, hoping he would just go away.

"I'm horny! And it's all your fault, waking me up with the guy from next door yesterday." Martin whispered, kneeling beside the bed and leaning in close to my ear.

"Ugh. Then go have a wank like a normal person!" I said, refusing to open my eyes and look at him.

I felt the covers lift, then the mattress press down a little as he got in and lay beside me. "Why would I do that when I've got our little deal to use?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

I sighed and opened my eyes, looking sideways at his ridiculous grin. "Look, it's too late now. He might be up and about doing things so it'd just look suspicious if he suddenly just came here to suck you off. Besides, Mum and Dad will probably be up soon. I've never asked them before, but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be okay with letting strangers in for random sex with their sons!" Satisfied that I had shot down his idea, I turned over onto my side and closed my eyes again, the slight pain in my ribs was just a small price to pay if it meant getting rid of him.

I felt his hand rest on my hip, then slide across my stomach and up to my chest as his body pressed up behind me. I was surprised how nice it felt having him cuddle up to me like that, comforting and warm, particularly as he gently rubbed his hand across my fractured ribs. "Do it and I'll return the favour, that's the deal, remember." he whispered, his lips nuzzling into my neck. His hand slid down to my crotch, grabbing my engorged cock and making me moan involuntarily. "And it feels like you need it too!"

"Maybe I do." I said reluctantly. "But like I said, I can't bring in the guy from next door. Not now."

He gave my cock a gentle stroke then whispered, "There's another option... Danny!"

"What?" I asked, pulling away from him slightly and laying flat on my back. "I can't... it's too weird!"

"Weirder than this?" He asked, then slipped under the covers, pulled down the waistband of my boxers and licked my boner.

"Fuck." I muttered at the sensation. Any reluctance I felt disappeared with a second lash of his tongue. "Fine, I'll go get him!" I said, closing my eyes and concentrating on our little brother.

I opened my eyes, looking round at Danny's room, then jumped out of bed. Not bothering to put on any clothes (I was actually a little surprised to find he had been sleeping naked) I dashed down the hall and into my room. By the time I got in, Martin had come out from under the covers and was laying on his back beside my body. He stared at me for just a moment, unsure whether it was me or if Danny had just discovered what we were up to.

"Relax, it's me." I said with a grin.

I walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers. While I was fetching Danny, martin had also removed his underwear, leaving his entire body now exposed. Part of me wanted to touch him, to feel and taste every inch of him, but the weirdness of it kept nagging at my mind, so instead I just decided to get it over with. Jumping onto the bed and kneeling between his legs, I grabbed his cock, lifting it slightly to allow me to take it into my mouth.

Martin moaned his approval at my sucking, one hand reaching down to grasp my (Danny's) hair, while the other reached across and started to stroke the erection on my real body. It was a little surreal to suck his cock while watching him jerk me off. As narcissistic as it may have felt, I found myself getting extremely turned on watching it.

As Martin started getting close, he gripped my hair a little tighter and started thrusting his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. I pulled off and said in an angry whisper, "Hey, you're gonna hurt him!"

"Sorry." He panted. "I just got carried away. Don't stop, I'm so close!"

"Okay, but not so rough!" I insisted, surprising myself with my concern for Danny, despite his mental absence.

I took his cock back in my mouth and continued sucking until his moans turned to thrilled grunts. I pulled off at the last second. It already felt strange enough to be doing this with Danny's body, but making him swallow Martin's cum just felt a step too far. I grabbed his cock and stroked as it shot out several thick ropes of spunk across his body.

"Ah yeah, yes." he moaned, eyes closed, smiling euphorically. "Fuck, Danny, that was good."

I sat up and looked at him, waiting for him to open his eyes and look back. "I'm not Danny!" I said, annoyed at his comment.

"I know." he replied casually. "But don't shatter the illusion."

"Whatever." I said, climbing off. "I'll be right back." I ran back out, put Danny back in his bed and returned to my own body.

I immediately felt the effects of his stroking as I was greeted by waves of pleasure. Martin knew straight away that I was back from the moans of happiness I called out.

"You ready for this?" he asked, sliding back under the covers.

I wondered what he was doing. I figured the hand job was going to be enough to make me cum and figured that was his part of the deal honoured. Instead, I felt his mouth close around my twitching erection. "Holy shit." I groaned. Suddenly I was being both jerked off and sucked off at the same time.

I wondered how my cock could be feeling such intense pleasure without just exploding. Every second felt like pure ecstasy, the dual sensations making me almost double over from the sheer intensity of it. Despite the magnitude of the stimulation I was feeling, I managed for hold back from cumming for several minutes, mostly from fear of how extreme the feelings would be if I had to endure it all post-orgasm.

Eventually though I couldn't hold it back any more and without giving Martin any warning besides my near-constant whimpering shot my load straight down his throat. Once I had cum, he pulled off and lay back next to me. Thankfully I was only left with the sensation of the jerking off which felt pretty uncomfortable on my sensitive cock, but even that soon stopped.

I looked round at Martin who was propped up on an elbow looking down at me, grinning once again. "That was fucking awesome!" he said happily, kissed me on the cheek then hopped out of my bed. He pulled his underwear back on and left without saying anything else.

I looked at the clock and figured it was still early enough to get some more sleep and curled up under the covers.

It was almost half ten when I was woken again. As it was after my ten o'clock restriction, I decided not to be too annoyed about it. This time it was my phone – a text message. It was from Mark.

[They're doing it again on Facebook!!!!]

It took me a moment to figure out what he meant before remembering the issue with the picture. I opened Facebook and there it was again, this time posted by Lee. It had only been posted minutes before. Presumably after getting notified that he had been tagged in it, Mark's first thought was to contact me. It was almost kinda sweet.

I thought for a moment. I could try the same comment as Paul's post last night, but worried maybe they would be prepared for it. Simply possessing Lee and deleting it would only resolve the issue temporarily, I need something better. "Ah yes!" I said to myself as it occurred to me.

I concentrated on Lee and soon found myself rushing into his head. His phone was still in his hand, presumably waiting to see what kind of reaction the post would get. It hadn't received any comments yet, perhaps people were cautious after what had happened with Paul. I typed out a comment from Lee and posted it – [Just jerked off looking at this, thought I'd share it in case you wanna do the same!]

Sniggering to myself I returned to my body, immediately picking my phone back up. My initial thoughts that people were watching but not commenting appeared to be accurate. Either that or I just had uncannily good timing. Within seconds, other comments started appearing under Lee's.

[TMI dude. Really didn't need that image!]

[Total overshare #someonescomingout]

The third comment was from Kieran, another boy in our class and was by far my favourite. [I think maybe you and Paul should get together, you clearly have the same taste in guys. Looking good btw Mark! ;-)]

Lee must have recovered from the possession by then as another comment from him appeared. [That wasn't me. I didn't say that!]

The comments continued. [You having some regrets Lee? #WankersRemorse]

[Fuck you all. How do you delete on here?]

I decided it was time to join the fun. [You can delete the picture, but not your secret desires Lee. Embrace the gay, it's nothing to be ashamed of! And I agree with Kieran. Looking hot Mark.]

Before anyone else could comment, the picture disappeared. Lee presumably figured out how to delete it.

A text message appeared from Mark. [How did you do that?]

[What? Lee did that to himself. All I did was comment.] I sent back innocently.

[I totally don't believe you, but who cares, that was HILARIOUS!!] he replied.

[And did you see the compliment from Kieran?]

[Yeah, what's up with that? Think he was just being sarcastic?] Mark asked.

[Probably not. I know I wasn't! You're HOT!] I replied honestly.

[Nobody's ever called me hot before!]

[I could call you other things, but I wouldn't want to make you blush!] I said back teasingly.

[You're so sweet. I'm really glad I've got you to talk to. Almost makes it worth going through all the crap that happened this week!] he replied.

I didn't quite know what to make of it. He had inadvertently almost thanked me for my actions. Maybe that was just my own guilt twisting his words into what I wanted to hear. [I'm just glad I can be here for you.]

[I should go. Family day out and I get nagged if I spend all day on my phone. Chat later?] he sent.

[Sure. Message any time... hot stuff! ;-)] I chuckled to myself at my little tease, wondering whether it had embarrassed him at all, or perhaps had another affect.

I spent most of the morning just moping around the house. I knew Mum wouldn't let me go too far until I had shown significant signs of improvement so I was essentially housebound. When the doorbell rang, Mum went to get up but I insisted she let me instead, if only to give me something to do.

I opened the door and a huge grin spread across my face as I saw Oli standing there. "You're back!"

He just looked up at the stitched on my forehead, down to my cast and then back up to my face. "What the fuck happened to you?" he asked loudly, looking shocked.

"Language!" Mum called from the lounge.

"Sorry Mrs Taylor!" Oli called back. "What have I missed?"

"You'd better come in." I said with a grin. I hadn't been sure what, if anything, I was going to tell Oli, but as soon as I saw him I knew I had to give him the full story.

"We're going up to my room." I said to Mum as we dashed past on our way to the stairs.

"Geez, and I thought I was gonna be the only one with big news. I should probably let you go first." He said, still looking at the injuries.

I thought for a moment. If I was going to tell Oli everything, I was gonna have to start by telling him about me being gay. Part of me wanted to put it off as long as possible, so I suggested, "Why don't you go first. I think mine might be a slightly longer story." I was more than a little curious about his 'big news' too and didn't want to wait too long for it, so my delay tactic served a double purpose.

"While I was on holiday I met someone and had sex.... a lot!" Oli said excitedly, jumping onto my bed as I followed.

"Seriously?" I asked with a grin.

"Yeah. We met on, like, the first day and then we just spent every day together. It was so fun and the sex... fucking amazing!" Oli explained, his grin so wide I was worried his face might actually cramp. "His name's Tobias and he lives in Austria, and..."

"He's a he?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Oh yeah, that." Oli said, sniggering.

"Oh yeah, that? You didn't think maybe that was what you should lead with?" I asked, suddenly realising that my shock may be coming across as disapproval.

"I figured it was no big deal, not to you anyway. After all, you're...." his eyes widened as he realised what he was about to say, stopped himself and just stared.

"You knew?" I asked, staring at him open-mouthed.

"Well yeah. It's kinda obvious!" he sniggered.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I demanded.

"I always thought you'd tell me when you were ready, wasn't my place to pry." he explained. I couldn't help smiling at his sensitivity over the matter.

"So you're gay too? How long have you known?" I asked, more a statement of disbelief than an actual question.

"No, actually I'm bi. I still like girls too. And I've always seen guys around who I've thought were cute, sometimes I even thought about them whole I was jerking off, but that was as far as it went. But then I met Tobias and... yeah, definitely bi!" Oli explained, virtually bouncing up and down on the bed with excitement over the conversation.

"Cool, and that saves me telling you. I wasn't looking forward to that." I said with a shrug.

"Wait... you were going to tell me? Does that mean.... you too?" he asked, eyes lighting up. "Ooh, who was it? Are you dating or was it just a sleazy hookup? What did you do? Are you a bottom? Is it someone from school? Is he older? Younger?"

I sat laughing at his quick-fire line of questioning. "Geez, relax. I'll get to that, but there's a lot to tell you first. Just do me one favour. I know it's virtually asking the impossible, but could you stay quiet until I'm done and ask any questions at the end?" I requested.

"Sure. My lips are sealed." He said, gesturing a zipping motion across his mouth.

Much as I had with Martin a couple of days earlier, I explained everything that had happened. The powers, the pranks, the fights, the injuries, Danny, Liam, Martin, the neighbour, all of it. It felt like I had been talking for hours by the time I stopped. As promised, Oli had remained silent, although based on his expression that may have been more down to shock than anything else.

"So... that's it." I said, letting him know he was free to talk again. I wondered what he would question first. The powers seemed the most obvious guess, perhaps after that the next weirdest thing was the stuff I had done with my brothers. I had been tempted to leave that out, but once I started talking it all just sort of came out.

"You got off with Mark!" he exclaimed, completely shocking me. Of all the points he could pick up on, that was the last I had expected. "He's so cute! And he's gotta be gay!"

"I just told you I basically have a superpower and your first concern is the cute boy? Seriously?" I asked, almost annoyed that something so huge seemed to have been pretty much overlooked.

"Well yeah, that's big and everything, but... Mark? He's, like, top of my list!" Oli said, almost sounding disappointed.

"What list?" I asked, even more confused.

"My top 10 list of cute guys at school!" Oli said, blushing a little.

I grinned. I had a mental list of my own and it was weird to think that Oli had one too. "Am I on your list?" I asked, then winked jokingly.

Oli looked at me but then looked away quickly, mouth flapping as if trying to figure out what to say.

"Oh my God, I am, aren't I?" I said far more excited than I would have expected.

"Fine, yes, you are." he said, trying to be indignant, whilst being betrayed by his own burning cheeks.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you're definitely on my list too." I said, hoping to put him at ease a little.

"Thanks dude." He said, looking much happier. "Wow, so Mr Ferguson too? That's kinda hot. I can't believe you called him pretty... to his face!"

"Fuck off." I said, reluctantly giggling. "He thinks I'm cute so I'd say we're even on that."

Oli sat and stared at me for a moment, his expression making it clear he was thinking about something. He wasn't really much of a thinker, so it was always pretty obvious when it happened! "So are you kidding about these powers?"

There it was, the question I had really been waiting for and obviously one that had been playing on his mind.

"Nope. 100% genuine!" I said casually, as if talking about being able to whistle or roll my tongue.

There was that look again. "Prove it!" he challenged me.

I thought for a moment, then concentrated. A second later, I found myself in Danny's body again. I dashed across the hallway to my own room where Oli was still sat looking at me. "Come on then, let's see it!" I heard him say as I walked in.

"I've already done it!" I said.

"Oh, hey Danny." he said dismissively, then looked back at my body. He waved a hand in front of my blank expression. "Hello, anyone in there?"

"No you moron, I'm in here!" I said, smirking.

"Ha, very funny. So you're in on it too, are you?" Oli said, still not believing me.

I sighed and returned Danny to his room, then went back to my own body. "Am I gonna have to prove it to you by actually possessing you?" I asked frustratedly.

Oli just shrugged, almost challenging me to do it.

"Fine!" I said, then concentrated on him until I found myself staring back at my own body from behind his eyes. "Let's just go for the classic trick!" I said to myself, quickly standing up and undressing him. Once he was naked, I went back into my own head again.

I looked him up and down as he stood naked in front of me. Despite how close we were, I'd never seen him naked. I rarely even got to see him shirtless so I took it all in now. Being so dark haired, he was already quite hairy for his age with the first few tufts showing under his arms and a narrow trail from his belly button down into a fairly sizeable bush. He wasn't what you'd call muscular, but he was far from fat too. He was more like a blank canvas waiting to be moulded into his final adult form. Then there was his cock, just a few inches dangling down above fairly hefty balls. I had now idea how big he might be hard, but I found myself hoping to find out some time.

He shook his head a blinked, then looked down at me. A second later, he looked down at himself and realised he was naked. As with most of his reactions today, he once again surprised me. "Whoa, did you do this? Holy fuck, you were serious?!" he exclaimed, sitting back down and leaning in closer to my face. "Are you in there now? How does it work? What does it feel like?"

I just looked at him and sniggered. "Dude, you do realise you're still naked, right?"

"Hey, I figured you just wanted a good look. You've clearly got a thing for getting guys naked. Why bother getting dressed, you'll probably just strip me again!" he said with a shrug and a grin.

'I've got a thing for getting guys naked?' I thought to myself. I thought briefly about how many guys I had done it to now and realised he was probably right. For a dumb guy he could be pretty smart sometimes. Before I had a chance to respond, he spoke again.

"Besides, when you look as good as me, you gotta show it off when you can!" He said, striking a flexing pose and winking at me.

I burst into laughter at his bravado. "Look, if you're not gonna use it, put it away!" I joked, gesturing towards his limp cock.

"Oh, you want me to use it, do you?" He asked, taking hold of it.

I blushed as I realised I actually did. "Yeah, I do." I said cautiously, looking for any kind of reaction in his face, then added, "But maybe not in the middle of the day when anyone could just walk in!"

He looked at me again with his 'thinking' expression. This time he never revealed what he was thinking though, instead just getting dressed. Once he was fully clothed he sat back down in front of me.

"Have you considered the potential of this?" he asked, eyes wide as if something had just occurred to him.

"Yeah, Martin already mentioned that. Doom and gloom, death and destruction, I could be dangerous!" I said, remembering the conversation with my brother.

"Pfft!" Oli said dismissively, waving his hand. "Not that crap. The real potential. You could see absolutely anyone you like naked. D'you know what I wouldn't give for that?!"

I had to laugh again as I wondered exactly how his mind worked and how he could come to such different conclusions from myself and Martin. "So who would you want to see?" I asked, grinning devilishly.

"Why, you gonna grant me a wish?" he asked excitedly, leaning towards me a little in anticipation.

"Hmmm." I said, rubbing my chin to make it look like I was really deliberating. "Maybe I could... for a price!"

"What kinda price are we talking about? Is it gonna be like your deal with Martin? Cos if you wanna do sex stuff with me, you only have to ask!" he said with a completely innocent-looking smile.

I just stared. Did he really just say what I thought he said? "You really wanna have sex with me?" I asked, a little shocked.

"Are you kidding, I'm horny something like 28 hours a day. You're gay, you're sexy and you're available so of course I do!" he answered honestly.

"I'm sexy?" I asked, a little incredulous.

"Well nowhere near as much as me, but yeah. Sexy. You were one of the guys I sometimes thought about while I was jerking off." he explained, leaning back on his hands and grinning at me.

I closed my eyes for a moment and shook my head. I had spent my week using supernatural powers to get revenge on my enemies and perv on sexy guys, I had gotten into fights, flirted with a teacher and used my little brother's body to suck off my big brother... but this was all just too much to take in. The world had gone mad. It must have done. Or maybe I had.

"Are you serious?" I asked, struggling to take it in.

"Sure. You remember that time we wrestled at my house and we both popped a boner and got really embarrassed... that kept me jerking off constantly for a month thinking about what could have happened there." he laughed as he recounted the incident.

"Oh yeah." I said, both grinning and blushing at the same time as I recalled it. "Honestly... I did the same!" Suddenly it didn't feel embarrassing to be talking about that stuff, it felt liberating. Suppressed feelings and emotions finally being released.

We were interrupted by a shout from Mum. "Oli, do you wanna stay for dinner?" she called out.

Oli leant back and looked towards the door then shouted, "No thanks Mrs Taylor. Mum said I had to be home by five, but thanks."

"Okay, but you'd better get moving or you're gonna be late then!" she called back.

We both looked up at the clock and realised she was right. It was almost time for him to leave. He looked at me and shrugged, looking more than a little disappointed.

"And just when it was getting good." he said unhappily. He got up and helped me stand too, then faced me. He had his thinking face on again. "Before I go... can I kiss you?"

The question surprised me a little, but it was his tone that surprised me more. It was so sweet and innocent that I couldn't help smiling. "Sure." I said back.

He leant in closer, our eyes fixed on each other, closer and closer until I could feel his breath on me and then... I started laughing. He did the same, chuckling heartily.

"Sorry." I said, coughing and trying to keep a straight face.

"Yeah, me too." he replied, composing himself too. "Let's try that again."

He leant in again, got close.... more laughter. This time I leant into him, resting my head on his shoulder as I giggled. He put his arms around me as I put mine around him and we stood there, holding each other and laughing. We parted a few moments later, still sniggering.

I shook my head. "I guess that'll take some work!" I said.

"Yeah." he said, nodding in agreement. "But it'll happen eventually. I suppose there's no hurry. But I should get going."

"Okay. What you doing tomorrow?" I asked as we headed down the stairs.

"No plans yet. Mum and Dad'll want to be rid of me though. They said they need a day off after being on holiday with me, whatever that means!" he explained with a confused shrug. "Bye Mrs Taylor, Mr Taylor." he added as we passed my parents.

When we got to the front door I said, "Why don't we hang out. Id like to get out of the house and Mum might actually let me do it if she knows I'm with you."

"Yeah, sounds cool. I'll come by tomorrow morning then. Oh, and maybe we can... do stuff?" he suggested tentatively.

I obviously knew exactly what he meant, so I grinned back at him and said, "Sure, if we can stop laughing!"

He said a final goodbye and headed home while I went back inside. It felt great having him back, and best of all we were closer than ever. I even had someone else I could talk to about my powers. I knew I had Martin, but ever since we made our deal, he only seemed to be interested in getting off. Admittedly things looked like they might be heading that way with Oli too, but I knew I'd still be able to talk to him, even if we did start doing stuff together.

I spent the rest of the evening just sitting round watching stuff with my parents and messing around on Facebook. I had received even more friend requests from guys in my class. I started to see what Mark had meant about my 'coolness' at school. Every thing I posted or commented on got endless 'likes' or sycophantically friendly comments. I felt a little shallow taking such joy in their admiration, but I couldn't help it. It was something I had never felt before and I was loving every second.

I was laying in bed when I heard a text message arrive. It was from Mark. [What you up to tomorrow?]

I guessed that if he was asking, he wanted to hang out. I didn't want to cancel on Oli, but I didn't want to refuse Mark (partially from the lingering guilt, partially because I just liked doing stuff with him). I quickly replied, [Oli got back from his holiday today and we were gonna hang out. It'd be cool if you joined us.]

[Won't that be a bit weird? I don't really even know him.] Mark replied.

I smiled as I typed out my reply. [Until yesterday, you didn't really know me either!]

[Good point. If he's anywhere near as cool as you, we'll get on fine] he conceded.

[Come on, nobody's anywhere near as cool as me!] I joked back.

[Your modesty is really sexy!] he replied sarcastically.

I ignored the sarcasm. [Thanks, and so's your smile!] I chuckled quietly imagining him blushing as he read the compliment.

[Are you trying to charm your way back into my pants?] he sent back.

[Yes, is it working?] I replied.

[Wait and see. Night xxx]

[Night xxx] I replied. I figured I should let Oli know about the arrangement and sent him a quick message. [Is it cool of Mark hangs out with us tomorrow?]

[Are you asking if I mind if a really cute guy spends the day with me? What do you think????] he replied almost immediately.

[Good point. See you tomorrow then] I replied.

I tried to go straight to sleep after that, keen to get to the next morning, but with my mind racing and my cock stirring I just couldn't do it. I found myself wondering what Mr Ferguson was doing and soon ended up transferring into his head.

I was thrilled to find he was naked when I arrived, cock in hand, porn playing on his laptop. I was tempted to finish what he had been doing, but instead a devious trick formed quickly in my mind. I reached for the laptop and opened up Facebook. I searched my own name and brought up my profile, then opened up one of my favourite pictures of myself. I gave his cock a few strokes to ensure he was fully aroused then transferred back to my own body.

When I got back, I wished I could be there in his room to see his reaction at finding himself looking at me while jerking off. I waited a few minutes and concentrated on him again. Looking round as I arrived I realised he had continued wanking... and my profile was still on the screen. I briefly considered that maybe he just wasn't looking at it, then I realised he was now on a different picture of me. The plan had worked. The most exciting part had been that he had been so easily swayed into the idea. It seems he was telling the truth when he said he thought I was cute.

I wanted to stay in his body longer, enjoying the feeling of a hand rubbing down his muscled torso but I wanted to let him finish off on his own. I returned to my own body once again and found my cock was rigid and begging for attention. I was so aroused I actually managed to cum from stroking with my left hand. I shot a hefty load, all while thinking about what Mr Ferguson was also doing at that moment.

The orgasm had been exactly what I needed to help me sleep as I soon drifted off after cleaning up.