Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2015 00:48:23 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Possession - Chapter 7

(Abridged) Disclaimer: Story. Fictional. Legal? No? Don't read then! Done!

Author's Note: These chapters seem to be getting longer and longer.
Hopefully it's not too long to keep your attention though. Feedback is
welcome as always to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk


Possession

Chapter 7

by Matt


I woke up in the middle of the night after turning over and feeling a surge
of pain from my ribs. Every time I tried to get comfortable, something
would just hurt again so I decided to find another way to entertain myself.
I couldn't help thinking about the deal I had made with Martin. I found
myself wishing he was available right then as I was, as always,
ridiculously horny.

If I couldn't have Martin take care of my needs right then, I at least
figured I could build up some credits with him. I was sure he would
appreciate a little unexpected nocturnal activity, but who could I use?
Danny? No chance, it was already weird enough that I would be fooling
around with my big brother, but to do it in my little brother's body just
seemed a little too far. Same went for my parents, that just wasn't going
to happen. So who else was close enough?

My mind rushed back to the discovery of my powers – my neighbour. 'I
really should learn his name!' I told myself as I thought about him. I got
out of bed and sneaked downstairs, unlocked the front door and retreated
back to my room. As soon as I was back in my bed, I concentrated on my
neighbour and felt the familiar sensation of transferring.

Once I was inside his head, I took a quick look around. As was expected at
that time of night, he was in bed, his wife sound asleep beside me. I got
up and started heading downstairs. I considered putting on more clothing
than the boxer shorts he was currently wearing, but figured the thrill of
running down the street in my underwear would simply add to my enjoyment.

The cool night air felt amazing across his body. I could feel his nipples
quickly hardening from the chill, while a different part was hardening from
the excitement of public near-nudity. I ran down the driveway, along the
street and up to my own front door. I let myself in and crept quietly up
the stairs, then along the landing to Martin's door.

I opened it as quietly as I could, stepped inside and shut it behind me. I
stood at the side of his bed, looking down at him. He looked smaller than
normal, but I figured that was mainly due to the large body I was using. I
reached down and covered his mouth. He woke with a start and tried to
struggle before I said quietly, "Calm down, it's me, Nicky."

Martin clicked on a lamp and sat up, staring at me. It must have been quite
a surprise to see the large hairy man sat on his bed. "What the fuck,
Nicky?"

"I just figured I'd try out our agreement." I said, watching him eye me
suspiciously. I almost forgot how unnerving it must have been to have a
relative stranger talking to him so casually.

"Wait, is that the guy from next door?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"Yeah, wanna try him out?" I said excitedly. I stood and pulled down the
man's underwear. It felt strange to expose myself in front of my brother,
but I just kept telling myself it wasn't me he was seeing.

"Whoa!" Martin said happily as the man's erection popped free and pointed
straight at him.

"I know." I said with a grin. "And he cums like a fire hose going off too!"

"Well who can resist something like that!" Martin said, his grin matching
mine. He reached out and took the cock in his hand before sliding across
the bed to sit on the edge of it, quickly taking the engorged meat into his
mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I grunted in my neighbour's deep voice. I had felt the
sensations of a blow job earlier that day after returning to my body, but
feeling it happen 'live' seemed even more exciting. Or perhaps the body I
was in felt it differently, it was hard to tell without trying it out more.

Martin continued sucking while one hand massaged my balls and the other
kneaded at a buttock. His mouth felt amazing, his lips tight and sliding
back and forth along the shaft while his tongue lashed at the head. I
realised then that this was clearly far from his first time. Although
Martin had confessed he liked guys too, we hadn't yet discussed his
previous partners. If his level of skill was any indication, there had been
a lot!

"I'm gonna cum!" I said quite quickly as his expert sucking drew me ever
closer to release. I expected him to pull away and finish me by hand, but
he kept sucking as I began shooting into his mouth. I was expecting
dribbles of it to come from his mouth, but he swallowed the entire massive
load effortlessly, only stopping sucking once my cock had stopped
twitching.

Martin pulled away, wiped his mouth and said happily, "I see what you mean
about how much he cums!"

It felt weird for him to refer to out neighbour as 'he' and not 'you'. When
I transferred into people, I felt so much like I had become them that I
didn't really think of them as a separate person. I guessed it was just
something I would have to get used to.

"Okay. My turn." Martin said, pulling down his own underwear and laying
back on the bed. As weird as it had felt for me to disrobe in front of him,
it felt even weirder seeing him get naked right in front of me, but I
suppose with me being in the other man's body he found it easy to not think
of me as his brother.

I climbed onto the bed and took his cock in my mouth. I was quite new to
it, so I figured the best way to do it was to try and emulate Martin's
technique. He seemed to appreciate the idea as he was soon moaning with
pleasure and bucking his hips to push his cock further into my mouth. I
continued sucking until he grunted his own warning at me that he was about
to cum. Figuring I would copy him again, I kept his dick in my mouth as he
began to squirt. I got my first taste of cum as he filled my mouth, a few
drops of it leaking out and sliding down his shaft. I swallowed the rest,
then released him and sat up, grinning.

"Not bad." he said with a smile. "I think you're a natural at this. Or
maybe he is!" He pointed at my body, again referring to the body I
possessed as a separate person.

"I should probably be getting him home anyway." I said as I climbed off the
bed. "So that's one you owe me now!"

Martin chuckled. "Okay, that's fair. G'night then bro."

I turned and left as Martin turned off the lamp and pulled the covers over
himself. I returned my neighbour home, leaving him downstairs in his
lounge. I figured he would think he had just been sleepwalking and make his
own way back up to bed.

I found myself back in my body, now even hornier from the action I had just
enjoyed, but the exertion of the transfer was enough to tire me out and I
fell asleep quite quickly, despite the raging erection.

*****

I had set my alarm for quite early the next morning. I wanted to make sure
I had enough time to convince my parents I was in a fit state to go to
school as I didn't want to wait until after the weekend to see everyone's
reaction to my injuries. I also found myself exceptionally keen to see Mr
Ferguson again too.

It took a lot of convincing, but I was finally allowed to go to school so I
quickly got ready and left the house. As usual, there were quite a few
other boys already at school when I got there, entertaining themselves in
various ways. As I walked into the yard, a few people noticed me and came
over to ask about my injuries. Obviously everyone had heard about what
happened and the rumour mill had been working overtime. Some of them were
amazed to see me alive as they had heard I had been killed, some thinking I
was just in a coma. I really struggled to figure out how facts could get so
distorted in such little time, but acting so casually about the wounds was
doing wonders for my reputation.

Within half an hour of getting there, my cast was completely filled with
names, doodles and various other markings. A few people mentioned Carl, but
with rumours being as exaggerated as they tended to be, I did my best to
ignore them and told myself to go and ask one of the teachers about it to
get the actual facts.

As much as I had been enjoying being the centre of attention, I soon found
myself needing to rest. My ribs were aching from being on my feet for so
long. I headed for my favourite spot, an area me and Oli tended to hang out
a lot. It was away from the main yard and hidden from the view of the more
public areas, a great place for us 'invisible kids' to get out of the way
of everyone else and enjoy some peace and quiet. As I approached it though,
I realised it wasn't quite as secluded as usual, I could hear someone
crying.

I walked round and looked to see who it was. He saw me at the same time as
I saw him, Mark was sitting there on the ground, staring up at me with
tears in his eyes. I suddenly felt that horrible fluttering in my stomach
that I got every time I thought about Carl, or about the potential of my
powers that Martin had warned me about yesterday. I didn't know what had
got Mark so upset, but I figured it was a safe bet that it was because of
me.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here." I apologised as I looked
down at him.

Mark sniffed and wiped his eyes then said desperately, "Please don't tell
anyone I was crying."

I smiled weakly and said, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." Mark
attempted a smile in return, but it just made him look even more tragic. I
approached him and sat down at his side. I dreaded the answer but had to
the ask the question. "Why are you crying anyway?"

"What, you haven't heard?" Mark said angrily. "Have you, like, been
unconscious for the last two days?"

I gestured to the cut on my head with my broken hand and smiled. "Yeah,
sort of."

"Sorry." Mark said, his anger turning back to sorrow. "I forgot about that,
are you okay?"

"I'll heal." I said casually with a shrug. "So what have I missed?"

"Not much, just total public humiliation!" Mark snapped. "Some... weird
shit had been happening to me that I can't explain and it's totally fucked
up my life."

I felt like he had stabbed a knife right into my stomach. While I'm sure
there was a hint of melodrama, it was clear that my 'pranks' had definitely
done a lot more harm than I realised.

"And my mates, instead of being my friends, have decided to just tell
everyone, rub it in my face and make me feel like crap!" Mark explained,
barely holding back more tears.

"I'm sorry." I said. To him it would have sounded like I was just being
sympathetic, but I truly felt sorry for the harm I had caused. "Look, I'm
sure it'll pass." I reached up and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort
him.

Mark jerked away and looked at my hand in disgust. "Fuck, are you hitting
on me, you little homo?" he sneered as he pulled away.

I just stared back in horror. I figured he was just on edge because he was
so upset, but the words still hurt, while the expression on his face was
one of pure revulsion. "No, I was just... you seemed upset..." I stuttered.

"And you thought you'd take advantage of that and try to get off with me?
You fucking fag!" he said, climbing onto his feet and backing away. Before
I could say anything back, he ran off back towards the yard. I felt the
churning in my stomach bubbling up and turning into anger. I had wanted to
help him, to make things better after I had caused things to get so bad,
but he had just turned on me. I found myself suddenly glad for the things I
had done to him, possibly even considering doing more.

I sat, plotting my next humiliation for him until the bell rang. Once we
got inside, even more people started fussing over me, until Mr Nealson
finally had to quiet everyone down so he could complete the register. He
looked almost nervous as he shooed people away from me and back to their
seats, as if he were afraid of getting on my bed side. When I shot him a
polite smile he seemed to relax a little.

First class of the day was double English which was painfully dull. On the
bright side though, without the use of my writing hand, I didn't have to
take any notes, it had been arranged for someone to give me a copy of
theirs instead so while it was boring, at least it wasn't difficult.

Morning break was just another mass of boys coming up to me and talking
about what had happened. I caught a glimpse of Mark at one point, but he
just shot me and angry sneer and headed in the opposite direction. After
break was PE. With my injuries I was obviously unable to take part, so just
sat on a bench in the gym while all the other boys changed and headed out
to start the lesson.

Once they started, I was able to slip away, back into the area with the
teachers offices across the hall from the changing rooms. I hoped to find
Mr Ferguson and I was in luck, it seemed he had no class to teach that
morning and was sat in the PE teachers' office doing paperwork.

"Knock knock." I said in lieu of actually knocking on the open door.

He turned and saw me, his face lighting up as much as mine. "Hey Nicky,
great to see you back."

"Thanks, nice to be back." I said happily.

"How you feeling?" he asked, putting down his pen and pulling up a chair
alongside his own. He patted it, gesturing for me to sit beside him.

I made a show of sitting very carefully, hoping to elicit some sympathy for
my injuries. "Not too bad, thanks." I replied.

"Was there something I could help you with, or is this a purely social
visit?" he asked, eyeing me up and down suspiciously.

"Bit of both." I answered honestly. "I wanted to ask you about Carl, but I
just kinda wanted to see you too." I blushed at my own frankness.

"Well let's get the business out of the way before we move onto the
pleasure!" he said, then blushed himself at his flirtatious choice of
words. I found it adorable how much he seemed to embarrass himself with
accidental things like that. I wondered whether the embarrassment was imply
because he was saying it to a student or if there was something more behind
it. He quickly moved on. "So Carl has remained suspended this week, but
he's going to be back on Monday. They genuinely were considering expelling
him, but it was only because of what you told me that they changed their
mind. You really saved his arse."

'Yeah, after putting him at risk in the first place!' I thought to myself.

"So does that answer your question?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said with a nod, then grinned at him. "So does that mean now we
get the pleasure?"

Mr Ferguson smirked the nudged my arm (the uninjured one) and said, "You're
a little tease, you know that!"

"Yeah, that's pretty new actually. Still kinda getting used to it
myself. I'm... kinda going through some changes!" I said, thinking about
it.

Mr Ferguson nodded. "You really are. I've had my eye on you since I got
here and you've definitely changed recently."

I didn't know what to question first. While I wondered exactly what changes
he had noticed, I jumped to the more obvious point. "You've had your eye on
me?"

He blushed again. "Just in a.... teachery way." We both smirked at his use
of the word teachery. "You just seemed like the sort of student who might
require some special attention."

'Give me all the special attention you like!' I thought to myself, but
resisted being quite so obvious. I looked at him for a moment, the realised
this was my chance to raise a subject I had wanted to mention at the
hospital. "Why's that then? Could you tell I was gay too?"

"No, not that..." he started, then paused. "Wait, you're... what do you
mean... too?" He looked so adorably confused that I just wanted to kiss
him.

"Well I'm gay so I thought maybe you picked up on it because you're gay
too." I said bluntly.

"H... how... how do you... know?" he stuttered nervously, as if talking
about it aloud was about to get him arrested, or worse.

'I snooped through your stuff while possessing your body with my
supernatural abilities.' I thought, but once again resisted saying
it. "Just a feeling I had." I said with a casual shrug. "Why? Are you
saying I'm wrong?"

He paused for a moment, staring at me. Was he trying to figure out if I was
up to something, was he deciding if he could trust me? I wanted to know
what he was thinking and suddenly wished I could see inside his head,
instead of just possessing it!

"No, you're not wrong." he finally said. "You just caught me by surprise a
little."

I smiled at his honesty. It would have been very easy for him to deny it,
even though I would have known it was a lie. "Well don't worry, I'm not
telling anyone." I said. His hand was on the arm of his chair, so I reached
out and placed mine on top, smiling at him reassuringly.

As you would probably have expected, my gesture of reassurance only served
to make him more nervous as he sat there with a student's hand on his
own. He looked down at it, then back up at me and did his best to act
casually. "Thanks. I won't tell anyone about you, either."

I smiled at his comment but said nothing.

"So... holding my hand just once this week wasn't enough for you?" He
asked, attempting to mask his nerves with humour.

I just grinned back at him and said, "Actually, I was going to grab
something else, but figured the hand might embarrass you less!"

Instead of blushing more as I had expected, he just started laughing and
shook his head. I took it as a challenge, determined to find a way to make
him blush again. I let go of his hand, and dropped mine onto his knee. That
quickly stopped the laughing!

"Nicky..." he said warily.

"Yes?" I said as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I slid my
hand a little further up his leg.

"Nicky, stop." he said, but made physical attempt to stop me.

"Stop what?" I asked innocently, my hand moving further, now on his thigh,
only inches away from his cock. I stared in delight as I saw definite
moving, a swelling inside the grey track suit. My fingers edged towards it,
but just before they made contact, his hand fell onto my own, stopping it.

"Now who wants to hold hands?" I teased him.

He wasn't laughing this time. "Nicky, that's... not appropriate." He pulled
my hand away.

"Yeah, but doesn't that just make it more exciting?" I said with a grin,
then gestured towards his now-obvious bulge. "You clearly seem to think
so!"

He dropped his arms into his lap in an attempt to hide his arousal as he
glared at me angrily. I had obviously pushed things too far. "You should
get back to your class!" he snapped.

"Okay." I said, the smile dropping from my face as I stood up and headed
for the door. Before exiting, I turned back to face him and said, "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Please don't hate me." I left his office
and headed back to the gym, sitting back down on the bench to watch the
rest of the class running around.

I sat there regretting my desire to come back to school so quickly. The
attention was great, but was starting to get a bit smothering, I had ended
up furious at Mark as a result of my own actions and now Mr Ferguson was
annoyed with me too. I decided that I didn't want to be there any more. My
injuries would make a good excuse to leave so I told the teacher I wasn't
feeling well and headed for the school office.

When I got there, Miss Green, the admin lady told me to go and wait in the
first aid room while they called my parents. A few minutes later she came
in and said, "I spoke to your mother, she's at home but she says your Dad
has the car, so we're going to get one of the teachers to run you
home. Come on."

I followed her out and headed to the staff car park, but froze on the spot
as I saw Mr Ferguson standing there waiting. "Thanks for doing this,
Riley." she said to Mr Ferguson with a smile.

Why did it have to be him? I was doing this to get away from him! I
wondered if it was karma, some kind of cosmic revenge for my actions. Miss
Green headed back into the school as I stood there, knocking a few loose
stones around with my shoe and looking anywhere other than at Mr
Ferguson. 'Riley?' I thought to myself with a smirk. I often tended to
forget the teachers even had first names, always referring to them as Mr or
Mrs.

"Hey, are you getting in?" he asked, pushing the passenger door open from
the inside.

Silently I got in the car, still avoiding looking at him. We sat for a few
moments until it became obvious that we weren't going anywhere. Gingerly I
looked round at him and found his gaze fixed on me. Surprisingly, he was
smiling.

"I don't hate you!"he said, reaching over and placing his hand on my
shoulder.

"But... you got so angry." I mumbled.

"Nick, you're a student and I'm a teacher. What you did really wasn't
appropriate, but neither was the way I shouted at you, so I'm sorry." he
said softly.

"I'm sorry too." I said back, attempting a weak smile. Then, I couldn't
help myself, it just came out. "But you were clearly enjoying it!"

He dropped his hand away from my shoulder and I expected to get yelled at
again, instead he sighed. "Nick, I'm gonna be honest with you here because
I trust you, but you have to promise this stays between us, okay?" I nodded
so he continued. "I did enjoy it, just like I enjoy chatting to you. You're
a great kid and you're pretty cute too, but like I said, you're a student
and I'm a teacher so nothing like that can happen again. Do you
understand?"

His tone was completely sincere, but extremely serious too. He clearly
meant it, so I just nodded my agreement.

"So where do you live then? I should be getting you home." he enquired as
he pulled out of the parking space. I told him my address and we started
driving in silence.

Eventually, I couldn't take the silence any more and just said cheekily,
"You think I'm cute!"

He laughed through his annoyance and said back, "Yeah, well if I recall
correctly, you think I'm 'pretty, handsome and sexy'!"

"I was high on painkillers at the time. I clearly wasn't seeing
right. You're an ugly git up close!" I teased back.

"Yeah, well you're still cute." he said back, chuckling as I dropped into
embarrassed silence.

We continued chatting the rest of the way home, with the occasional bit of
teasing, until we reached my street. "It's just here on the left." I said
as we approached my house. "Now forget you ever saw this place, I don't
need some crazy teacher stalking me because I'm so cute!"

"I'll do my best to resist." he said with a grin. "Now take care, I'll see
you Monday... cutie!"

I giggled at the comment and closed the door, waving as he pulled off. At
least the day hadn't turned out too badly after all. What I dreaded now
though, was my Mum's incessant fussing over me, insisting she was right for
not wanting me to go school before force feeding me soup. For some reason,
whenever I was ill or injured, she always made me eat soup. I never did
figure out why!

The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag by. Although I felt much better
about the way I had left things with Mr Ferguson, I still felt pretty
crappy about Mark and Carl. Every time I considered venturing out into
another body, I kept remembering how much I had fucked things up for them
and just stayed in my own head instead.

I was just laying on my bed, watching something on TV when my phone
beeped. I looked at it and saw it was a Facebook message. I quickly opened
it up, wondering if it might be Oli. While he was on holiday he wasn't
allowed to text because of the cost, but he said that if he had the chance
to go on the internet then he would message me on Facebook. Instead I
opened it up and saw it was from Mark!

[Hey, I looked for you this afternoon but they told you went home, I hope
you're okay. I'd rather say this in person, but I can't hold it in until
Monday. I was totally out of line this morning the way I blew up like
that. I know you were just being nice and then I went and said all those
things. I'm really sorry if I upset you or offended you. I've just been so
on edge because of all the shit that's been going on but I shouldn't have
taken it out on you, I know it's not your fault! Anyway, that's all I
wanted to say really.]

I couldn't believe he had wanted to apologise so badly that he had tracked
me down on Facebook. His apology just ended up making me feel worse,
knowing that the 'shit' he was referring to was all my own doing. However,
as I started reading through the message again, a second one appeared.

[Also, I'm not a gay-basher. I should never have called you the names I
did. We had that assembly about that kid that killed himself because he was
bullied for being gay and I'm not saying I think you're gay, but if you are
then it's cool and I'm unbelievably sorry for calling you those names. I
know some guys can be really confused about these things.]

My heart just melted. It just added to my guilt, but I felt a surge of
emotion for him. I thought back to what I had seen on his phone, the range
of pictures of both genders. Did he maybe feel guilty for his words because
he thought about how they might apply to him? Had he lashed out at me like
that because that was what he was thinking about?

It took several attempts to write out something I was comfortable with, but
I eventually sent something back.

[Hi Mark. Thanks for messaging me. I'm okay, I just felt a bit worn out
from being back at school, so I'm fine. About what happened this morning, I
can totally understand, I know how easy it is to lash out when you're
upset, but no harm done. I know you didn't mean it so we're cool. As for
the last bit of your message, thanks, I know it can be hard to talk about
that kinda stuff sometimes.] I left my message intentionally ambiguous,
trying not to give any indication either way on my sexual orientation. I
didn't want to out myself, but I also didn't want to lie to him and insist
I was straight.

Happy with my reply, I put my phone down and looked back at the TV,
expecting that would be the end of the exchange. That's why I was so
surprised when my phone beeped a couple more times. I looked and saw
another message, this time accompanied by a friend request. I looked at the
message first.

[I'm glad we're cool, and thanks for replying so quickly. It was killing me
thinking I might have upset you. I'd hate to be on the bad side of the
coolest guy in school!]

[Ha, very funny. But it's no problem, happy to put your mind at ease] I
sent back, then clicked accept on the friend request.

[I wasn't kidding. I know you've not been there much so you probably
haven't noticed, but you're all anyone's talking about. The way you stood
up to Lenny was legendary, and then the way you faced down Carl
too. Everyone hates him for what he did to you, but the way you just walked
back into school all bandaged up like it was nothing. Seriously, coolest
guy in school!]

I was completely dumbfounded by his response. I already knew that my
actions had built up a little credibility, but I most definitely never
thought of myself as 'cool'.

[It's definitely been an interesting week, even if I did end up missing
half of it. You've had a bit of a tough one too it seems.] I obviously knew
exactly what his week had entailed, but I hoped that offering him a way to
talk about it might be a small step towards my karmic redemption.

[That's an understatement. It's sucked. This is the first Friday night I've
actually been glad to have no plans. I'm just gonna hide in my room and
hope my house gets struck by a meteor!]

[Wanna come round?] I replied, without really thinking about it. I sent a
follow-up message before he could reply. [You can tell me all about
it. Maybe hanging with the 'coolest guy in school' will make you seem
cooler too lol]

[You sure that's okay?] he asked quickly.

I got up and headed downstairs, figuring I should at least get permission
from my parents.

"Hey, how you feeling? Do you need more soup?" Mum asked as I walked into
the kitchen.

I suppressed a smile at the offer and said, "I'm okay thanks, I'm feeling a
lot better. I just wanted to ask if it'd be okay if someone from school
came round tonight?" She frowned at me and my improvisational skills kicked
in again as I added, "He can tell me what I missed in classes so I don't
get too far behind!"

"Hmm, Okay I suppose." she said reluctantly, "But you're not staying up
late. You still need lots of rest."

"Cool. Thanks Mum." I said, typing my reply to Mark as I headed back
upstairs. [It's all fine. Come round any time you like] I sent him, along
with my address.

[Cool, I'll see you later then]

As I got to my room, I tidied quickly, not wanting to look like a total
slob but then had to stop and rest. I wished I had given a set time for
Mark to come round as sitting around waiting for him was agonising. I
remained quiet through dinner, but my parents and brothers seemed fairly
happy to leave me to myself. After we had finished eating, I had sat down
in the lounge and was still there when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I said happily, jumping up. Halfway up though I grabbed my
ribs and dropped back down. "Okay, maybe someone else should get it." I
said, wincing.

Martin sniggered and got up, messing his fingers through my hair as he
passed me on the way to the door. I had just managed to stand up when
Martin walked back in followed by a very nervous-looking Mark.

"Hi." I said, probably looking just as nervous.

"Hi." Mark replied.

After a quick introduction to my parents and Martin (Danny was thankfully
already in his room) I headed for the stairs, gesturing for Mark to follow.

"I didn't know you had a brother." Mark said as we neared the top of the
stairs, probably just trying to fill the silence.

"Two actually, my little brother's in his room." I replied, looking back as
I spoke. I opened the door to my room and walked in.

"You're a middle child too? Cool." Mark said happily, finding some common
ground. "I've got an older brother and a younger sister."

"Sucks being in the middle, doesn't it." I said, taking a seat on my bed.

"Yeah, sometimes." Mark replied, standing awkwardly in the middle of the
room.

"Make yourself comfortable." I said with a smile.

He nodded and jumped onto my bed, shuffling across it until he was sat
leaning on the wall behind it. I did the same, although between the injured
wrist and the pain in my side, it took me a little longer.

"How long you gonna have the cast on?" Mark asked, obviously seeing me
struggle and trying to distract me from my awkwardness.

"Ow. About six weeks probably." I replied, finally sitting up and leaning
on the wall.

"That sucks." he replied, then just sat looking down at his hands.

I looked round at him. Sadness almost seemed to be radiating from him in
waves, causing another guilty twinge deep in my gut. "So you wanna tell me
about what's been going on then?"

He looked back at me, but quickly looked away, as if looking me in the eye
was heightening his embarrassment. "I don't really know." he said quietly,
eyes fixed once again on his fidgeting hands. "At the cinema the other
night, I was just sat there and suddenly... I was naked! It was like one of
those bad dreams you have but then I didn't wake up. The guys with me said
I'd left the cinema and then walked back in without my clothes, but I don't
even remember moving. I just... totally freaked out. I grabbed what I could
to cover up and just ran. I didn't stop running until I got home. It was
horrible, I just... didn't understand." By the time he stopped talking it
was obvious he was fighting back tears.

Before I could say or do anything, he went on. "And then, I... I must have
done stuff in my sleep that night or something because when I woke up, I'd
sent text messages saying I liked being naked and posted a really
embarrassing picture on Facebook." That time he really did start to cry,
sniffing and wiping his face as he continued staring down.

I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. Feeling my hand, he looked
round at me. I pulled gently on his shoulder and he followed my lead,
allowing himself to tip over until his head came to rest on my lap. He
curled up and lay there crying as stroked my hand up and down his arm. I
thought I had felt guilt before, but it was nothing compared to what I felt
in that moment. I wanted to die. I literally felt so bad that I just wanted
to stop everything and drop dead on the spot.

Part of me considered confessing, telling him what I had done so that he
could at least understand what had happened, but I couldn't do it. Maybe I
thought it was better for him to have a friend than an explanation, or
maybe I was just coward, either way I remained silent as I sat there with
him.

Still laying with his head on my lap, he broke the silence. "My friends
have been total dicks about it. They keep teasing me, and telling everyone
about the cinema, and showing them the text messages, and sharing the
picture on Facebook even though I keep deleting it. They're meant to be my
friends but they just keeping making it worse and they're enjoying doing
it!" He sat up with a start and stared at me. "Oh God, please don't tell
anyone I cried. That'd make things even worse Please promise, please." He
begged, welling up again.

I reached up and placed my hand back on his shoulder. "Hey, don't
worry. Anything you say in this room stays between you and me. I promise."

"Anything? You really promise?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Yeah. Anything. You don't get to be the... what did you call me... the
coolest guy in school without being able to keep a promise." I said with a
cheeky grin, teasing him with his earlier words.

He smiled back as he sniffed again and said, "Piss off."

"Sorry." I said, still grinning in a way that made it clear I very much
wasn't sorry. "So... who exactly is being a dick to you?"

Mark smirked. "Why? You gonna kick their asses too?"

"Hey, I've never laid a hand on anyone." I said defensively.

Mark stared at me, then his head tilted to the side as he thought for a
moment. "No, I suppose you haven't. Wait, so... how did you do it then?"

I opened my mouth to reply, then paused to think. What should I tell him?
Truth or lie? Saved by quick thinking again I just said, "Brains over
brawn! I just used what's in here!" I tapped a finger against my temple. It
was the truth, so I had managed to answer without lying or revealing my
secret, a fairly good compromise.

"Well whatever you did, if you could do it to Paul and Lee, that'd be
great." Mark said with a smile.

I nodded and made a mental note of the two boys. They would take some
thought. Something to make them back off from Mark, but without then
putting them in the same position. The last thing I needed was for the
situation to snowball. I was trying to ease my guilt, not cause myself
more.

"Geez, I feel like I just put a hit out on them." Mark chuckled. "You're
like some kind of assassin!"

It was nice to hear him laugh, such a different to his sobbing mere minutes
before. "Consider them whacked!" I said laughing back and sliding my thumb
across my throat. I suddenly felt a little wrong, my conversation with
Martin about the darker potential of my power coming to mind. I had to
change the subject. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Mark shrugged. "Sure."

"When you messaged me on Facebook, you mentioned about some guys getting
confused... about... some things." I said nervously, worried I may be
pushing things too far.

"Yeah?" Mark asked, frowning a little.

"Well... I just wondered if you maybe meant that... you were confused?" I
asked gingerly.

He returned to looking down at his hands, saying nothing.

"Mark?" I asked, shuffling a little closer to him.

Without looking up, he just said quietly, "You really promise that this all
stays between us?"

"Of course." I said firmly.

He sat wringing his hands together then looked round slightly, as if too
afraid to actually look me in the eye. "Sometimes I... think about
guys... like, in a sex... way."

"There's nothing wrong with that." I said reassuringly.

"It's just... I dunno. I can look at a girl and think she's really hot, but
then I lay in bed and I start to... ya know... but by the time I finish I
always end up thinking about guys." he explained, finally daring to look me
in the eye. He looked so scared, as if he were confessing to a murder.

Amazingly, I found myself feeling relieved, not because he had told me, but
because it made me realise something. I had never had that struggle. It had
always been clear to me that I was gay and while sometimes it seemed like
the most terrifying thing in the world, at least I had always known who I
was. Mark, it seems, was not so fortunate.

He stared at me. I stared at him. "I'm gay!" I said, surprising even myself
with my sudden confession.

"You... what?" Mark asked, mouth slightly agape.

"I'm gay." I repeated, feeling a shudder run through me as I said it
aloud. "I've always known, so I can't say I know what you're going through,
but I just wanted to know that you're not the only one who's... different!"

I could see the tension melting away from Mark. The revelation of my own
secret (or at least one of them) seemed to reassure him that our
conversation would indeed remain private. I suspect that up until that
point he had still been expecting me to run round school and tell everyone
all the things he had said to me.

"So you don't think about girls at all?" he asked curiously.

"Oh I do." I said, then grinned, "But normally all I think is EWWW!"

He burst into laughter, probably more from relief than from what I had
actually said, but it was nice to hear.

"I know I said I don't know how you feel, so this is only a guess at what
you should do." I said with a reassuring smile, "But don't rush into
anything. You might be gay, you might be straight, you might be bi. There's
no hurry to figure anything out. Just take your time and see what happens,
but you don't have to do it alone. You ever need to talk about it, I'm
here."

Mark looked ready to cry again, but happy tears this time. He lunged
forward and hugged me, unfortunately he did it a little too tightly. "Ow!"
I called out as his chest pressed on mine.

"Oh God, sorry." he said pulling away. I chuckled and he did the same,
leaving us staring at each other once again in silence for several seconds.

I leaned forward slightly but felt another twinge of pain. "Erm... I was
about to try and kiss you, but... ribs, so I need to make a request. If you
would have let me, then you're gonna have to make a move. But if you were
just going to say no..." I never got a chance to finish the sentence as his
lips pressed against mine.

The kiss didn't last long, just a few seconds of our lips pressing
together, eyes closed and then it stopped and we went back to silent
staring.

"That was my first kiss." I said, slightly dazed.

Mark grinned. "Me too."

"So.... gay yet?" I asked with a smirk.

"I don't know." he said with a shrug. "But part of me definitely liked it!"
He gestured down towards his crotch where he had a very obvious erection.

I sat back, letting my own bulge show. "Same here!" I laughed.

He looked from my bulge, to his own then looked straight at me. I could see
the desire burning in his eyes. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but
resisted. "Don't rush into anything, remember!"

He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on my bulge. He shuffled as
close to me as he could get, pressing up against the side of me as his hand
groped my erection. "Are you sure?" I asked breathlessly. He replied with
another quick kiss and a smile.

I reached out and grabbed his cock in return. He let go of mine, sliding
his hand up underneath my t-shirt, then back down into the waistband of my
joggers and boxers. I felt his fingers touch the rigid shaft before closing
around it. As he started stroking it, I closed my eyes and gasped with
pleasure. I had felt the sensations of getting jerked off after returning
to my body in my previous adventures, but that could not compare to the
feeling of his hand on my most private part.

My hand left his bulge, instead reaching up to his neck, my fingers sliding
round the back of his neck as I pulled him into another kiss. Longer this
time, our lips opening, our tongues sliding in, all while he continued
wanking me.

I pulled his head away from mine as I started gasping excitedly, shooting a
heavy load inside my boxers. When I stopped convulsing, he pulled his hand
out. I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me, remnants of my spunk on
his hand. He must have been waiting for me to see it, because as soon as I
opened my eyes he moved his hand to his lips and licked the cum off.

"Fuck!" I moaned excitedly as I watched him.

He sat back silently and looked down at his own bulge, now looking even
bigger. "I... I can't really do it with my left hand..." I stuttered.

"Oh, I understand." he said back, clearly disappointed.

"But... I could... suck you, if you want?" I suggested nervously.

His eyes widened as a grin spread across his face. "Hell yeah!" he said
excitedly. Without any prompting, he pulled off his jeans and underwear and
threw them off the bed, then straddled me, kneeling with a knee either side
of me. He stared down at me excitedly as I took my first lick. He shuddered
and moaned happily, getting even louder as I took it between my lips.

With my working hand, I reached up behind him and caressed a buttock,
eliciting another happy moan. My hand worked round, then slid up onto his
stomach, his t-shirt rising as I explored. His stomach felt amazing, so
warm and smooth, firm yet soft at the same time. Whether it was first time
nerves, sheer excitement or my own amazing sucking skills (probably not the
last one) it didn't take long until his cock started spasming and filling
my mouth with his spunk.

I let his seed just sit there in my mouth as he pulled off and sat back
beside me. Much as he had done, I waited for him to look at me, then opened
my mouth to reveal the thick white goo. I swallowed it and opened my mouth
again to show it was gone. His smile must have been almost as big as my
own.

He climbed off the bed and pulled his clothes back on, then flopped down
next to me, face buried in my duvet.

"Enjoy that?" I asked.

He lifted his head and looked up at me. "Do you think it's possible to have
one day be both the worst and best of your life at the same time?"

I smiled back at the comment, despite the cold feeling inside at the
thought of the 'worst' part. "Maybe." was all I could say back.

Mark stayed for about another hour, but we never talked about what had just
happened, or even about the things that had happened at school that
week. Instead we just chatted about TV, movies, and any other crap we could
think of while playing on my Xbox. He eventually put down the controller
and climbed off the bed.

"I should probably be heading home." he said dejectedly. It was clear he
was having as much fun as I was.

"Okay." I said. I started to get off the bed. This time he helped when he
saw me struggle, taking my hand. As I got to my feet, I realised he was
still holding it. I looked down at it then up at him. He blushed and let go
quickly. "I've had your cock in my mouth, I really don't think holding my
hand is anything to be embarrassed about!" I teased him.

He laughed, but seemed to blush more at the reminder.

"Sorry." I said awkwardly.

"Don't be. It was fun and it's given me plenty to think about!" he said
with a sincere smile. He leaned forward and pulled me into a hug, much
gentler than last time. "Thanks, for being here."

"No problem. Hey, you want my number, in case you have any problems over
the weekend?" I offered.

Mark smiled back sweetly. He looked so adorable. I couldn't believe that
just a few days before I had been so angry at him for a silly little
comment. Although the more I thought about it, the more I realised that
without that, none of this would have been happening.

"Yeah. Here, put your number in." He said, handing his phone to me. I typed
it in and handed it back. He immediately used to it to call me for just a
second. "Now you've got mine. And maybe I could text you anyway... even if
there's no problems?"

"Sure." I said with the biggest grin of my life.

I showed him down to the front door and said goodbye. He turned to walk
away, then turned back. He kissed me on the cheek, smiled and walked
away. Still grinning, I headed back up to my room. Before I reached my
door, Martin popped his head out from his room and asked, "Hey bro, just
checking if you needed me to... help you out?"

"No, I'm good thanks." I replied through my seemingly-permanent smile.

Martin grinned back, making me blush as I realised what I had just
inadvertently implied."Way to go, bro." he said. "Night then." He vanished
back into his room.

As I went back into my room, I pulled out my phone. It was still showing
Mark in my contacts list as it was the last thing I did. I very nearly
messaged him, but didn't want to appear too keen. Instead I went onto
Facebook. Mark was tagged in the first picture on my feed, it was the
near-naked one he had been so upset about, posted by Paul. I knew it would
bother Mark so I decided I had to do something.

I started with the non-powered approach and just commented on it. [I think
you accidentally shared a picture from your wank bank. Something you want
to tell us?]

Within minutes, it had already got a dozen 'likes' and a few 'LOL'
comments. I figured worst-case scenario I could just possess Paul and
delete the picture myself, but a bit of public humiliation might make him
back off from Mark a little, while achieving the same result. Exactly as
planned, the picture disappeared a few minutes later. Surprisingly, a
couple of friend requests also popped up from other guys at school.

Grinning at the result and accepting the friend requests, a text message
appeared from Mark. [The assassin strikes! That was awesome!]

[You're welcome] I sent back.

I heard nothing else from Mark and Facebook remained quiet so I ended up
falling asleep, happy with my day's achievements.