Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2009 23:25:00 -0400
From: p3skyadam@aol.com
Subject: The Telepath I Met

For all those who wish to read, and are permitted by local law.  THIS IS
FICTION. I hope you enjoy. would love feedback as its my forst attempt at
this. errr, i will put a warning, bear with it, it does have a story to go
with it.


I am average. I won't lie and say i'm the best looking guy on the planet;
i'm not. I have shaggy brown hair, am tall, but not freakishly so, have
muddy brown eyes which some people have said have a depth to them that even
they cannot quite explain. I'm not unfit, but not really ripped. I have a
nice body though. I've known for a long time my sexual orientation. I
always had to be scared though, at seventeen, it just wasn't acceptable to
be gay. So i always kept it a secret. I'd went out with a couple of girls,
just to keep up pretences. I never even kissed them though, but luckily i
got by unoticed. This is the story of my first time, and the boy i fell in
love with and the power of telepathy that he had that brought us together.

	I had just turned seventeen when i had met him. He was one of those
who had been given the grace of god and was pretty much everything that
made me want someone. He could've been Collin Farrel's son; he had the same
hair and eye brows. No one could deny he was hot. Now at this point i had a
good group of friends, and we wern't like most of the others groups, who
tended to contain a significant amount of charva's or people who were fake
or superficial. I had heard a new guy was starting at my school, but hadn't
seen him at all. He wasn't in any of my classes, but he did have the same
free periods as me. He would always go with the group of friends he'd made
quickly when he got here and go into town during these times. I still
didn't know his name when we met, i hadnt asked anyone in case it drew
attention to me. He'd just come back with his friends at the end of the
free period. I was heading to the lounge area, set up soley for sixth form
when someone jumped onto my back. It was a new fad, people would jump on
others and start humping them and claim the guy underneath them was gay. I
couldn't allow someone, especially if it was a guy i fancied, to stay there
long. The physical contact and dominance was a quick turn on for me. So I
did what i always did, and flipped the person over my back without
thinking. He slammed down hard.

	"Oof. What the fuck was that for?" I straightened, and saw it was
him. I decided to play it cocky, it would be a mistake to appear weak in
front of these sorts of people. "Errr i belong on top, not you." He blushed
as the guys around his laughed at my comment. I sighed inwardly. I hated
this social practice. He got to his feet. He had a strange look in his eye
as he regarded me. I frowned back at him; bewildered. A teacher
appeared. "No blocking the corridors, keep moving." I started heading back
toward the sixth form area. I'd already put the incident behind me. However
i was surprised that he walked alongside me. My first assumption was that
he wanted to get even, and that i was going to be in a fight. I could feel
the adrenaline begin to pump in preparation for the fight. I was angry with
myself, I hated to be in fights, i didn't like nor want to hurt anyone. I
didn't want confrontation. He simply walked alongside me, through my hair i
could see he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I was getting
really nervous now, and stressed. Why was he watching me like that? I
quickened my stride hoping to put some distance between us. He vanished out
of my vision, and students filled the space between us. I sighed in relief.

	I spent lunchtime talking with my friends. I'd decided that i
didn't like the guy. I told them what happened and we discussed what we
knew about him. I found out his name was Oscar, and he fitted in well with
the charva's. I sighed at this news, it meant that if it did come to a
fight, it wouldn't be a fair fight. I fell into silence after a while. I
was sad. I didn't like making enemies. I had enough problems as it was in
my personal life without having pressure put onto my social one. I won't go
into detail about my problems, save to say i have many, and they weigh my
soul down a lot. I had one main problem though. Due to the multitude of
problems my family had to sacrifice a few things. One of them was my well
being. I was neglected and alone. I felt so alone, so unwanted and
unloved. My friends helped me, but they wern't enough of a substitute for
being loved. so where most people fantasised about fucking or dating, or
cars. I imagined about the people i fancied, them holding me, telling me
how much they love me, then usually it got hot and heavy from then on
in. I'm one of those people who seems to be able to think about a myriad of
things all at once. Pretty much every scenario you could get played in my
mind, without concious thought even, I thought about dark things, about
maybe a grandad dying and the inheritance money solving all my family's
financial issues. I learned long ago that such thoughts werent really
normal. But it was simply me. Now i never had any impulse nor urge to act
on half the things i thought about, but i felt guilty about simply thinking
about them. I'd read the twilight books, and i feared telepaths. I would be
condemned by my thoughts alone. To me, my mind is my last bastion of
sanctuary. I can been abused in body, but no one can abuse my mind. In my
mind, i am free.

	I met him the second time walking out of the school.  He suddenly
appeared at my side. This time however he seemed jovial.

	"hey, sorry about earlier. I'm Oscar." . I turned to look at him,
surprised at is civility. I began to second guess my first assessment of
him.

	"Harker." It's my surname, but with so many 'Adam's' at our school
it was common for us to adopt our surnames as our normal names. He said
nothing more. We walked in silence as we headed towards the buses. I sighed
again. I didn't want to go home, i didn't want to go back and have to
struggle on at home with all the problems that burdened me, yet i had not
caused.  I didn't want to be alone, and be reminded that it didn't matter
if i exsisted. Suddenly, i felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around
me. It was a bizarre contradiction of thoughts that entered my mind when
that happened. A big part of me wanted to embrace the hug, and take comfort
in it. But there was bigger allaince of fear and self defense which made me
duck under and turn to see who it was. I expected it to be Jess. She was
the huggy one of our group. So i was surprised to see Oscar standing there,
a look of confusion and hurt on his face. I felt instantly guilty and the a
piece of dirt. It was evident that he meant no harm to me. "Sorry." i said
apologetically. He nodded. We stood there for a moment. doing nothing. Then
a teacher who knew me urged me on the buses which were about to leave and i
ran to catch it.

	That afternoon and well into the night he was all i could think
about. It was so strange. He was so strange. i knew i felt totally
confused. I had a big war inside myself, trying to figure out what had
happened today. A part of me hoped it meant he liked me, whilst another
feared it was a trap, a joke, or worse, he truly did like me and would hurt
me. As the war waged on inside me, i watched scenarios in my head of each
thing. I watched him pledge undying love for me, then wind up leaving me or
betraying me. Or i admit i wanted him, and he went around school telling
everyone, mocking me. Both would eviscerate me emotionally. It was quite
ironic, being so damaged i was emotionally unstable, yet i couldnt help but
so easily make emotional attachements to people. This normally led to be
getting gutted in some way or another, and so to protect myself, i
distanced myself from people. My friends knew me well enough to know i was
about the most caring and loving person you could get, and knew about my
vulnerability. I hated myself for it though, it was my greatest weakness. I
was so conflicted with myself it was quite amusing. The war continued over
the next few days. I didn't see him again which was helpful and
unhelpful. I just wanted him to want me,but in reality i would never get
that, so id settle for him to tell me he hated me. At least that way i
wouldnt hope and get crushed later. It struck me as quite impressive at how
truly self destuctive i was.

	It was the next Friday i saw him again. I still wasnt anywhere in
my internal war, and i felt very aware of him. He was on the same bus i
took to get home. Even with the looming empty building and afternoon i
would be forced to endure yet again i couldnt help but think only of
him. With his totally amazing body and handsome face right there, i couldnt
help but fantasise about being with him and hoping, praying that by some
miracle, he would want me. I tried to internally kick myself. I shouldn't
be so needy! But i couldn't change who i was. Id tried all my life to just
accept, and be happy with what little i had. with materialism, my friends
and everything else, i was. However there was that one thing i couldnt just
be satisfied with, i couldnt be without. It felt like i was
incomplete. Like a piece of my soul was missing. I tore my gaze away from
his face, which i'd been gazing at in the reflection in the window. It was
already my stop i realised. I jumped up and bolted off of the bus. Then i
kept my gaze ahead of me. Here, you had to act like you wernt afraid of
anything or anyone. Otherwise the local charva's, who hung out at the bus
stop, would give you hassle. I walked down a couple of streets and opened
the front door. It wasn't locked as usual, we had nothing really worth
stealing.

	In few hours i was already crawling up the walls. My head was
tearing itself apart with being so alone. No one was on MSN, my only
lifeline to my social life. I live in the middle of nowhere, and no where
near any of my friends. It was one of those places the government puts the
lowest of the low, separate form the rest of the population so we couldn't
infect them. It was hell. I hated my life, i had nothing, i had no one
(well i had my friends, but it didnt fulfill any of my love needs) and if u
hate your life for any length of time you begin to hate yourself. And i
did. I couldn't see anything good about myself. I wanted to be anyone,
anyone else. I would trade my morality, my loving heart, the depth of my
soul to be one of those people i judged so harshly, so long as it meant i
had someone who loved me. This hatred filled me on nights such as this, and
consumed me. At first i had cried, when everything went wrong, but it had
been years since id cried last, Id simply ran out of tears.

	I was lying on the couch, wondering why my life was so wrong when
there was a knock on the door. I contemplated ignoring it, it would most
likely be some charity or religous group. I had long ago abandoned faith,
as i felt faith had abandoned me. Still, even the smallest amount of
company would be nice. So i stood and went to the door. Opening it, I
froze. I think i stopped breathing, sure id snapped and was
hallucinating. Oscar stood there. Then my brain kicked in. "eerr Hi."

	"hi." he said with a slight laugh. My brain was still sluggish,
lingering on the dark thoughts id been thinking.  "err can i come in?" I
frowned. Then nodded. I didn't really know why at the time. I suppose only
now that it was that i was so desperate for company, i'd probablys let any
stranger in.

	"Sure." I stood aside, and shut the door behind him. He kicked off
his shoes, which lay on top of my own at the foot of the stairs. "err
forgive my asking. But, why are you here?" He flopped onto a couch and i
flopped down onto the other.

	"i was...." he trailed off. I frowned. I didn't understand him. He
sat up, and looked at me seriously for a moment. "Can i trust you?" The
question took me by surprise. I thought about it a moment, wondering what
this was all about. However i decided that, yes, i would hold his
confidence as i would a friend or anyone else who would ask me for their
trust.  I nodded. He watched my face for a minute. I could tell he was
preparing himself for something, something big. But i couldnt even begin to
think why he was trusting me. I mean, he didn't even know me. "But i do."

	"What?" i blinked, i must've been so wrapped up in my own thoughts
i didn't hear him fully or correctly. He laughed.

	"Yes sometimes you do do that, but you heard me correctly. You
really do doubt yourself too much". I frowned, confused. It was quite funny
i didn't guess it then. I presumed that he was playing a trick on me, a
mind game of some sort, like darren brown. "nope." I shook my head. It
couldn't be... I could feel panic and fear rise in my chest. It felt like a
pressure on my heart. My brain knew the answer. But was rejecting it,
because it refused to accept what it meant. "I'm telepathic." Oscar
said. It being said out loud like that, a statement, a fact. It brought
down the denial i was trying to build up around me. The panic crashed down
and suffocated me. I couldn't breathe. I felt, totally exposed. Totally
vulnerable. How dare he? My mind was mine! he had no right!. All the things
i thought. I felt violated. I felt strangle betrayed, by myself for some
reason. I felt the overpowering urge, the want for a hug. And he did. I
froze. I shut down, as i do when its too much for me to process. The
implications would be enough to give me a miagraine. It was too much. I
didn't move, didn't breathe. Trying to figure out what it was i should
do. Push him off or hold him back. I was frozen in that state.

	He pulled his head away from me, my eyes went to his of their own
accord. He put his hand on my chest, right where the pressure crushed my
heart. I was shaking i realised. He smiled encouragingly at me. "I know
you, I know your mind... And i want to make you happy. You have suffered so
much" tears began to well up in both our eyes. For different reasons i
reckoned. I coudlnt accept this. I had gone insane. He continued, his voice
wavering slightly. "I've talked to the people around you, and i've been
near you. I know everything about you. I know how you've been such a
victim. How everythings gone so wrong for you. Yet you're so loving, and
caring, and giving. You cut your own wrists to help others who take and
take from you and give nothing back, you're always left with nothing. Still
you make do with it. But i feel it even now, that overpowering yearn for
love. For me" He stroked the side of my face, keeping a hand on my
chest. The crushing threatened to squash my heart into a lifeless ball. I
wanted this. I did. So why did i want to run from it? Hide. But i couldnt
move. My head spun dizzy. "You're scared. Anyone who has meant anything to
you has hurt you. The more you love them the more you get hurt. You want to
love me totally, and if i hurt you i would hurt you totally." Tears were
freely flowing down my face. It couldn't be, i thought feebly. "I promise
i'll never hurt you. I promise to love you, with all my heart and soul." I
burst into tears.

	I'm not sure how long the sobbing wracked my body. I wasn't even
aware of why i was crying. But i could feel something begin. Something i
couldn't hold back. The room began to darken, i was going to cry myself
asleep. That last thought i had was a realisation. I loved Oscar, just
because he was he, and he offered to love me back.

	I woke up lying down. I was too comfortable, i thought. Opening my
eyes, which burned, i recognised my bedroom. I was lying on my bed, i mused
idly. Then, like a bucket of cold water falling on me i awoke with a
start. I made to sit up, but a pair of arms gently restrained me, and held
me in place. "relax." A cooing, soft voice said. It was Oscar. But that
meant everything had happened, it wasn't a dream. Which meant. I sat up,
breaking the hold on me. I felt confused. I felt love for Oscar, but a fear
i couldn't even begin to describe as i recalled his power. "No, no, no"
Oscar said, in an attempt to soothe me.

	"you read my mind!?" I all but yelled. Oscar grabbed my arms and
held them down by my sides.

	"Yes. I can't help it. I was born with it. But please trust me, I
know everything about you; and i still love you." he laughed "i love you
for it. For how you think." I shook my head.

	"i'm so confused. I don't know what to think..." I trailed off. I
stopped shaking my head and my eyes settled on his lips. They were a
beautiful shade of pinky-red. They looked soft. And for a moment all i
wanted was for him to kiss me. So he did. At first i was rigid, still
trying to process what was happening, but as instict took over, and by
instinct i mean hormones, my brain stopped caring. His jaw grounded, softly
but firmly against mine, his toungue entered my mouth, massaging my
own. His hot breath blew into me like an intoxicating drug. I loved his
taste.As we kissed heat flushed down my body, and suddenly the clothes i
was wearing were too hot, and i felt my cock stiffen in my jeans. As it
grew i felt it meet Oscar's own growing prick. They slid along each other
welcomingly. I knew it then more then anyhing else i wanted him to fuck
me. I felt his horniness grow to match my own, and as we kissed. Breathless
now, his hands tore open the shirt i was wearing. Buttons scattered into
the air, and my shirt fell open; exposing my chest to Oscars feverish
hands, which quickly groped my skin roughly, but not painfully. Unable to
control myself i went straight for his dick, and played with it through his
jeans.

	It felt glorious, and as hard as a branch, and about just as thick
and as long as one. He pushed gently, and i went willingly onto my back. He
was inbetween my legs before i knew it. He pulled his top off and casted it
aside. Smiling, he leaned over me, the skin contact was bliss. His mouth
enveloped mine once again and he ground his dick up against mine, and my
eager backside. On the verge of cumming there and then, and not wanting
to.. yet, i pushed him up. He went back easily and in a moment was lying on
his back. I undid his Jeans and with his help pushed them down his legs
which were finely haired. I left his white socks on, I found them strangely
erotic and traced my hands over his legs. As i got to his thighs, i could
feel the heat of his dick, and as i stroked his thighs his cock jumped up
and down. Oscar moaned lightly. He wore black calvin klein boxers which
barely contained the raging monster that i was going to unleash. As my
fingers gripped the waistband i again felt the electricity of his skin. In
one quick pull i pulled the boxers down to his thighs, and was met by the
over powering scent and heat of his masculinity. It was huge, and had veins
patterning the entire length until the end, which glistened with
moisture. I would've been able to describe it in more detail, but i already
had it in my mouth, Oscar gasped, and began to moan. It tasted like nothing
i expected, but it tasted amazing.

	As i was sucking him his hands entangled themselves in my hair. He
pushed down, forcing my head to the base of him, it felt good, that he was
in control, that i was sheltered in his power. I couldn't breathe, but i
didn't really gag, my muscles contracted, but i was comfortable in this
position, However, i was soon going to need air. I lifted my head up, his
body was quivering under me. He was panting heavily and i was in ecstacy. I
took a breath and went back down, allowing the muscles in my throat to do
their work on him. after a few moments he began to moan loudly. "i'm
gonna-" He didn't get a chance to finish, but i took the hint, i rose my
head up to give his dick space to fill my mouth. I didn't want to lose a
drop of his essence. With a final loud moan of pleasure he shot his load
into my mouth. I felt the hot bitter-sweet ropes of his cum lash my my
toungue. I swallowed greedily. More and more cum came, and i could've
happily drown in it. I swallowed it all and savoured its taste. His
taste. I sucked on him a few more times to make sure i got it all before
sitting up. He smiled at me, and sat up.

	He kissed me again with lustful passion. I closed my eyes and felt
his lips leave my own. He kissed a path down my front, as his hands slid my
jeans and briefs off me at the same time. He pulled away for a moment to
get the remaining clothes off me, except my socks. He kissed his way up my
legs, and masterfully swallowed my decent sized cock. I gasped aloud and i
was the one moaning now. I fell back and it was my turn to have my fingers
stroking through his hair. He tantalised my dick, tracing out patterens
with his tongue. My body if it really could, got even hotter. It was like
being ablaze, and not being burned. It was perfect. It wasn't very long
before my body spasmed, and i blew like a fire hydrant. He, like i,
swallowed the essence offered. After he made sure i was tapped he climbed
up my body, as he did so his hard prick dragged along over my own cock, and
onto my stomach. He wanted another round, and i was only to happy to
give. He again took up my breath into his mouth as our tongues massaged
each other, and we swaped what cum remained in our mouths, cleaning each
other out.

	He then climbed up me further and his dick bounced against my
chest, then my lips, which parted without urging and i began to suckle on
it again. After a minute he pulled away. I frowned at him, but he
smiled. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you." he winked. I grinned in
return. With his cock covered in a nice coating of my saliva, he was ready
to enter me. He gently rolled me over. "This is gonna hurt." he said. I
nodded. I was accustomed to pain though, and i wanted him to be in
me. "Okay." he said. He held my cheeks apart, and i felt the head of his
dick poke at my awaiting hole."Hold your breath and push against me" He
advised. I took a deep breath. I was ready. He speared me. Pain flared up
and i gasped out in pain. My body naturally pushed away form the intrusion,
but remembering what Oscar had said to me i pushed out, into him. Skewering
myself onto him. I didn't breath, and within moments he was hilted into
me. "You did great" he said into my neck, which tickled.  It felt nice, and
distracted me from the pain. He heard my thoughts, and so began to kiss,
and suck, and bite into my neck. Leaving a hickey; leaving his mark upon my
skin. I felt branded, like i belonged, and it felt wonderful. The pain
flared down, and Oscar began to pull out. And slowly pushed the inches in,
cenitmetre, by centimetre. It hurt, but it felt so right, so good as
well. With him in me, connected, it felt like we were one. He growled
gently into my ear. "I love you." he said, kissing my neck again. "Will you
be mine forever?" he asked me. He pulled out slowly again. "I am yours, so
long as you want me." i answered. He lowered himself onto me, his front
rested against my back. His cock filling me again.

	I could feel the muscles in his torso, his stomach, as he lay on
me. "I want to fuck you as hard and as fast as i can. could you take it?"
The pain hadn't fully subsided, but i could feel the pleasure of it
begin. "Fuck me as hard and as fast and as deep as you can" i panted. He
pulled out, and slammed into me. The sound of skin on skin filled the
air. He did exactly as i asked. I could feel the power behind each
thrust. Each one shook me, shook the bed. Which banged loudly against the
wall. The pleasure of it all pulsated, and i could feel a glow in me. He
hit my prostate and the pleasure peaked, but it was all pleasure really. We
were both panting, and sweat caked both bour bodies. I was moaning and he
was grunting. He murmured my name. Slamming into me, riding me like the
stallion he was. I simply lay there and took it. I was in heaven. I loved
him, and he loved me. Emotionally, spiritually, and now physically. He
fucked me. Oh how he fucked me. It was better then anything i had ever
fantasised about, ever dreamt of. I don't know if it really lasted as long
as it felt like it lasted. But eventually, Oscar, with a roar of a lion,
released his seed into me. I could feel it fill me even more. It pushed me
to another climax also and i felt the cum spread out onto my bed.

	He was still panting but he flopped down onto me. He grabbed my
hands, intertwining our fingers, and held me tight. I could feel him soften
inside me, but he did not pull out. He kissed my neck. "I don't want to be
out of you. I want to stay in you forever". He already knew i felt the same
way. But we both knew it wasn't possible, we'd have to settle for fucking
whenever we could. "I know". He sighed. He rolled onto his side and pulled
the blankets over me and himself. He put one of his legs between mine, and
wrapped an arm around my chest.  His breath blew across my neck and his
body pressed up against mine. "I love you." I said. It said everything for
me. "I love you" he said back. And we slept together in that position, and
for the first time in my life, I loved my life, and loved who i was. And
loved Oscar... and was loved in return.