Date: Sat, 9 May 2015 22:42:11 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Possession - Chapter 9

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Possession

Chapter 9

by Matt


Thankfully I wasn't woken early by Martin again, finding myself waking up
of my own accord around ten. I wanted to jerk off, but knowing I would be
seeing both Oli and Mark later in the day I figured I should maybe save it
up. It only took me a few seconds to figure out that I could sate my desire
without depleting my own spunk tank!

I went on a quick tour of the minds of the guys I had previously occupied,
transferring from one to the next to see what they were up to. The
neighbour guy was sitting having breakfast with his wife, Martin was
sitting in the kitchen with Mum and Danny (so I skipped him), Mr Ferguson
was in the gym. I finally stopped when I entered Liam's mind. He was still
in bed and I was soon overwhelmed with the urge to experience another
multiple-orgasm in his young body.

He was wearing just a pair of shorts, so I pulled them off and threw them
aside then wrapped his slim fingers around his rapidly-stiffening tool. It
felt so small after some of the other ones I had played with, but it still
felt great as I started stroking. With his other hand, I caressed his
smooth, firm stomach, twirling a finger around his belly button before
reaching up to play with a soft nipple that tightened under my grip.

As I continued wanking, I slid a finger up to his mouth and sucked on it
for a moment then reached down with it, pressing the wet digit into his
hole. It felt so tight. If he had ever played with it before, it had not
been often. It felt a little wrong to get too invasive with the finger and
just satisfied with circling the hole and sliding the finger back and forth
across it. It certainly did the job as I felt an orgasm approaching
rapidly.

Hearing my moans in his sweet little voice just sped the cock-twitching on
even more rapidly and I found myself writhing in pleasure as the excitement
rippled through his entire body. Just like last time, I carried on stroking
through the climax. Whether it was knowing how good I was about to feel, or
the finger on his hole, I felt his second orgasm approaching even quicker
than last time. I pumped his hand as fast as I could, the finger flicking
back and forth across his tight sphincter, my moans getting more and more
guttural as the second orgasm came and went.

Within minutes I had reached the point of endless climax, orgasms building
and fading one after the other. Not wanting to get him caught by his Mum
again I did my best to stifle the whimpering. On and on it went until I
felt his arm starting to seize up. Finally stopping, I lay there
exhausted. The last time I had been in that body, I had been shocked out of
it by the sudden appearance of the boy's mother, but without any
disturbance I found myself staying a bit longer. It was quite a revelation
to see how his body continued to convulse for several minutes afterwards as
the lingering effects of the multiple releases worked their way out of his
system.

After eventually catching my breath, I returned to my own body. As
expected, I found my cock was rock hard. I did my best to ignore it,
willing it to go down as I showered and dressed. It softened a little but
seemed reluctant to go down completely. On my way downstairs, I passed
Danny who just gave me an angry glare and carried on walking. I smirked at
his annoyance and carried on into the kitchen where Mum and Martin were
still chatting. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and joined them.

I had no interest in what they were discussing. 'Grown up crap' I thought
to myself, but I nodded along politely when either of them looked my way.

Eventually Mum turned to me and asked, "What are you up to today?"

"I was gonna go out with Oli and Mark if that's okay?" I said, seeking her
approval.

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Okay, but take
it easy."

Mark was first to arrive at the house. When he got there, I took him up to
my room while we waited for Oli. As soon as we were alone, Mark looked at
me, a serious expression on his face and said, "Please don't tell Oli
about... ya know, me!"

I looked back at him. Obviously I already had. I wondered if I should just
tell him. A bit of quick thinking helped me come up with a better
idea. "Okay, I won't if you don't want me to, but I think maybe we
should... he'd definitely understand..." I made sure my expression conveyed
that there was more to know.

He looked at me curiously. "Why? Is he.... Oh my God, is Oli gay too?" he
asked, a little shocked.

"Why don't you ask him yourself." I suggested. I realised I had virtually
revealed Oli's secret without his permission, but I knew my best friend
would be okay with it. He was about as easygoing as you could get, plus I
was sure he wouldn't mind Mark knowing that he was available.

"I suppose... we could tell him then." Mark said, still slightly hesitant.

I sent a quick message to Oli. [I haven't told you about Mark yet, so act
surprised when we tell you later!]

[Okay, I'll be there soon anyway] he replied.

I turned my attention back to Mark. "Had any more trouble from Paul or
Lee?" I asked.

Mark smiled. I loved that smile. Not only did it make me feel better to see
him actually happy, but it was just a truly adorable smile. I found it hard
to see it and not just kiss him. My mind was racing as I looked at
him. When I had faced him two days ago, he had been upset, broken and all I
wanted was to put him back together and look after him. Now though, he was
his normal self, happy, cheerful, confident... and beautiful. Did I like
him? Was that was this was? I couldn't tell. I thought about Mr Ferguson
and my heart felt like it was going to stop beating. I didn't get that with
Mark, but there was definitely something there.

I blinked as I realised he was speaking. "Hello, anyone in there?" he
asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "You totally blanked out there. I
just said it's all been okay now, thanks to you."

I blushed as I realised I had been staring at him and at the
gratitude. "Good. I didn't like seeing you upset."

Now it was his turn to stare at me. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he
having the same thoughts as me or was it something else? I soon got an
answer. "There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, shocked by the sudden question. I smiled guiltily. "Like
what?"

"I don't know." he said, squinting at me and looking me up and
down. "You're just... different. And the things you've done this week... I
don't know, but there's definitely something."

I stood staring back at him awkwardly. Should I confess? Should I make
something up? Should I deny everything? Thankfully I was saved from making
any decision by Oli's very timely arrival. He burst into my room with his
usual enthusiasm, Calling out, "Hiiii."

Turning away from Mark and breathing a literal sigh of relief I said, "Hey
Oli."

"Hi." Mark said shyly to the new arrival, still occasionally glancing at me
suspiciously.

"Hi Mark." Oli said, grinning. "We getting out of here or what?" He headed
straight back out of my room.

I started to follow, but felt Mark grab my arm. "I trusted you with my
secret. You can trust me with yours."

'It's not about trust. You'll hate me if I tell you.' I thought to myself,
but smiled at him and said, "Okay, I'll think about it. Let's go."

He smiled back and we followed Oli, heading out of the house with a quick
goodbye to my Mum who was still lingering downstairs.

We started walking with no particular destination in mind. We chatted
casually about nothing particularly important. I felt a little awkward as
most conversation was between me and Oli, or me and Mark, they rarely spoke
directly to each other. As we wandered, we ended up at the local
park. Walking past the playground, we stopped at the swings. I sat on one
of them, intentionally avoiding the middle one of the three so that Mark
and Oli would have to be next to each other.

The conversation went quiet and I decided this was a good time to bring up
something that I knew would open things up a little. "Hey Oli, how was the
holiday?"

Oli leaned forward from the other side of Mark and gave me a confused
look. I raised my eyebrows and gestured towards Mark and he got the
idea. "It was great." he said. "I met a guy called Tobias. He was so
hot. Best sex of my life. Admittedly it's the only sex of my life, but that
does technically make it the best." Oli rambled.

Mark looked at me questioningly and I nodded. He turned to Oli and asked,
"Are you gay then?"

"Nah." Oli said casually, shaking his head. "Bi. Definitely bi."

"Cool." Mark said, looking down at his feet as he gently swayed back and
forth on his swing. He looked at me again, then back round to Oli. "I think
I might be too." He looked round nervously, as if expecting every person he
had ever known to suddenly appear and discover his secret.

"But you're not sure?" Oli asked, being surprisingly sensitive for
once. Mark shook his head and Oli continued. "Neither was I for a while. It
was really confusing."

"Yeah." Mark agreed. "You end up thinking, like, that girl's really hot, so
why did I look at her boyfriend too? It totally messes with your head."

I just listened in as their conversation continued. It was a little
heartbreaking to hear what confusion Oli had gone through without me even
noticing, but it seemed now he had someone to share the experience with. I
could see Mark visibly relaxing too as he had the chance to speak to
someone who truly understood his struggle.

After a few minutes of talking, they turned their attention back to me as
Oli said, "I guess we don't have it quite as easy as gay boy over there!"
he sniggered.

I don't know where my reaction came from as it wasn't something I had
thought about before, but I found myself overcome with anger. "Easy? Oh
yeah, knowing I'll never grow up and have the wife and kids my parents
expect, knowing that if I slip and let anyone know I'll get a barrage of
abuse from all the homophobes at school, feeling like the only freak who
doesn't like girls. Yeah, so fucking easy. Lucky me!" I stood up and
started walking away, too angry to look at them and confused about my own
feelings.

I hadn't got far before I heard Oli running up behind me. "Nicky." he
called out, then reached out and grabbed my arm, spinning me round. He just
stared at me and I realised I had started crying. Without a word, he pulled
me into a hug. I closed my eyes and buried my face into his neck.

When I opened my eyes and let go of him, I noticed Mark had come over to
join us. I looked back and forth between them. "I'm sorry." I sniffed. "I
don't know where that came from."

"It's okay." Oli said, smiling sweetly. "I understand."

"Thanks." I said, now feeling more and more embarrassed about my
outburst. Oli stepped away as Mark walked closer. "Sorry." I said again.

Mark hugged me quickly and said, "Hey, it's just good to know I'm not the
only one whose head is totally fucked!" We both laughed and I wiped away
the tears.

"Come on." Oli said, leading the way again. "Let's go guy spotting!" His
suggestion got another laugh and we eagerly followed.

We ended up at the local shopping mall, sitting together on a bench
watching people go by and rating them out of 10. Mark and Oli laughed every
time they picked out a girl to rate and I just gave her a zero without even
looking. I couldn't help wondering how many of the higher-rated guys Oli
would have been requesting that I possess if Mark hadn't been there.

I realised things would be a lot easier, and possibly more fun if I told
Mark about my powers. The problem was, there was no chance I could tell him
without him figuring out what I had done to him. I was trapped in my own
deception. I sat there worrying about what would happen if he found out. I
liked Mark. Exactly how much I liked him was still unclear, but even as a
friend, we got on so well and it was great to see how well he and Oli were
now getting on since discovering their shared experience.

"What's wrong?" Oli asked, looking round at me in frustration. "That guy
was clearly a ten and you didn't even look!"

"Sorry, just... thinking about things." I replied, looking round for who
Oli had been talking about, but he was gone.

Oli and Mark looked at each other, then at me. "Are you okay?" Oli asked.

I sighed and stood up. "I think I'm gonna go. See ya guys." I walked away
without even looking back. I almost wished one of them would run after me
and stop me, but I realised if they did, I don't know what I would actually
say. I left the shopping centre and just kept walking. I ended back at the
park, intending to go and sat in the swings again to think. As I neared the
playground, I saw that it was now full of younger kids and their parents,
playing, so I would have to find somewhere else.

Just beyond the playground was a large open area. It was used for a range
of activities, with ground markings for football, rugby, cricket and other
things I didn't even recognise. On the other side of it was the edge of the
woods. I wandered towards it, finding a large tree right on the edge and
sat down, leaning against the trunk. I sat thinking for a while and ended
up tilting my head back against the tree, eyes closed.

I sat like that for a while, running through everything in my head. Mark
seemed to be a genuinely nice guy and I had done such mean things to him
and now I was lying to him by omission. I wished for some way to confess,
without losing him, but nothing came to mind. I could come up with endless
ideas to torture or tease guys, but to actually do something decent and
honest... I was getting nothing, which just depressed me more.

I was shaken from my thoughts from a sudden sound either side of me. I
opened my eyes and looked round... Oli and Mark had sat down either side of
me. I smiled as I realised they must have followed me and said, "Hey guys."

"What's wrong?" Oli asked.

He took my hand. He had never done it before. I found myself thinking back
to yesterday, when we had attempted to kiss and ended up laughing. I think
it may have just been a bit strange to take our friendship to a more
physical level. Feeling his hand in mine was nice though, like a step
towards something more. I tried to speak, but just ended up taking a deep
breath and sighing.

"You can tell us, whatever it is." Mark said, smiling at me sweetly.

That was it. I broke. Like my earlier outburst, it was like the words were
forcing their way out of their own accord. "It was me. It was all me. All
the crappy stuff that's happened to you this week, I did it."

Mark stared at me blankly. Had me misunderstood? Did he not believe me? Was
he getting ready to hit me? I just stared back.

It was Oli that broke the silence. "Mark?" he asked.

Mark blinked a few times, shook his head and asked, "What do
you... what?!?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said, tears forming in my eyes. "I couldn't
hide it from you. You deserve to know. I should have told you right away
and I'm so sorry I didn't."

His expression made me feel like my heart was going to burst out of my
chest. "How did you... how did you do it?"

"Does it matter?" I asked back. "The fact is, all the shit you've dealt
with... is all because of me!"

"Tell me how you did it. It's the same way you made Lee post that thing on
facebook, isn't it?" Mark demanded.

I felt Oli squeezing my hand. He was remaining out of the argument, but it
was nice to know he was still there. "I can... do things. I can take
control... of peoples' minds."

"Look, if you're just gonna make shit up, then you can just fuck off." Mark
said angrily, backing away from me.

"I'm not making it up. I can really do it and I made you... do the things
you did." I confessed.

Mark shook his head. "I don't believe you. Why are you saying this? Do you
WANT me to hate you or something?"

"No, I'm saying this because I like you and I can't lie to you any more." I
sniffed.

He glared at me, the looked to Oli. "Do you... know what he's talking
about?"

Oli nodded. "He's telling the truth." he replied, giving my hand another
squeeze.

Mark looked back and forth between me and Oli. I expected anger, I almost
hoped for it, I felt I deserved it. Instead, he just looked so incredibly
disappointed. He stood up, looked down at me and said, "I thought I could
trust you." He turned and walked away and I got up to follow, but Oli held
me back, not a difficult task considering my injuries.

"Let him go. He probably has a lot to think about. Chase him now and he'll
probably just get pissed." Oli insisted.

I knew he was right, but that didn't make it easier to watch Mark slowly
get further and further away. "Did I do the wrong thing? Telling him, I
mean." I asked, looking round at my best friend, hoping for some
reassurance.

"I dunno, but I could tell hiding it was bothering you. I don't think you
had much choice." Oli replied with a shrug.

"I could possess him, make him come back!" I said, only half joking.

Oli shot me a disapproving look, then sat back beside me. I leant sideways
until my head was on his shoulder as he took my hand again. We sat like
that for a while, until long after Mark had vanished from sight. When I
finally sat back up, I looked round at Oli. He smiled at me and I felt a
sudden urge. I pulled him towards me and kissed him.

It only lasted a few seconds, but when we parted he continued smiling. "No
laughing that time!" he said happily.

"I noticed." I grinned back at him.

"Nicky, can you promise me something?" he said, sounding
uncharacteristically serious.

"Sure." I said, nodding and frowning slightly at his tone.

"Just... don't fall in love with me. I know I'm pretty irresistible, but
you're just gonna have to fight it!" he said, a smile growing across his
face as he teased me.

I kissed him again, then replied, "I'll do my best to resist!"

I sat back against the tree. I still felt pretty upset about Mark, but
having Oli there definitely helped make things better. As I looked at Oli
again, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"What?" I asked apprehensively.

He looked back, past the tree we were leaning on and into the edge of the
woods. "Ya know, it's fairly private in there... wanna see if we can do
anything else, ya know, without laughing?"

He helped me up and we looked back at field to make sure nobody was
watching, then disappeared into the trees. We walked for a minute as the
trees grew thicker until we came to a slightly open patch, not huge, but
big enough to give us some space to mess around.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked nervously.

"Could you... could you make me get naked... like you did yesterday?" Oli
asked, blushing, something I very rarely ever saw him do.

I grinned. "Oh, you liked that then?"

"Yeah." he said, eyes wide with excitement as he nodded eagerly.

I leaned against a tree to ensure I wouldn't fall over while out of my body
and concentrated on him. Once I was inside his head, I quickly stripped,
throwing his clothes to the ground. It felt exciting to be naked outdoors,
feeling the slight breeze across bare skin as it blew through the trees. I
was about to transfer back, keen to see what he wanted next when I had an
idea. I picked up his clothes and walked a short distance away, hiding them
out of view, then headed back and released him.

He blinked and looked down, realising I had done as he asked, leaving him
standing there naked now. "That's so hot." he sniggered. He either didn't
notice his clothes weren't in sight, or simply didn't care, obviously
distracted by his own arousal, which was becoming visibly obvious. As he
stood there grinning, I watched his cock swell to full size. It stopped at
about six inches, but it was quite fat, pointing up and away from him, with
his hefty balls dangling below, slightly tight from the chill of the
breeze.

"What else could you make me do?" he asked, biting his bottom lip as he
stared at me excitedly.

"Whatever I want." I said casually. "I could make you jerk off, I could
make you suck me or I could make you walk out of these woods like that and
let the entire town see you naked!" He actually shuddered as I said it,
causing my own rapidly-stiffening cock to twitch in response.

"Can I take your clothes off?" he asked, blushing again. When I nodded, he
stepped closer to me and lifted my hoodie, pulling it off over my head
gently, giving me an apologetic look as I winced with pain from raising my
arms too high. He looked at the big bruise on my chest and placed his
fingers gently on it, then looked at me sympathetically.

He leant down and placed his lips carefully on the discoloured skin,
kissing it more delicately than I ever would have expected he was capable
of, gradually moving round, kissing the whole area before working his way
up and onto my neck. I closed my eyes and let his mouth explore me. In the
last week, I had experienced so many things – other people's bodies, my
first blow job, megagasms – yet this was the most exhilarating
experience of my life. It wasn't about sexual pleasure, it wasn't about
wanting to cum, it was physical curiosity, two friends encountering each
other's bodies in ways they had never felt before.

"Kiss me." I whispered. I worried it had been too quiet, that he had missed
it, until I felt his lips pressing against mine again.

We melted together, hands roaming, lips parting, tongues sliding. The
rough, cold bark of the tree on my back felt so excitingly opposite to the
smooth, warm skin of his body pressed against mine. Even the pain of the
pressure on my bruise seemed inconsequential compared to the other
sensations flooding through me.

As we continued to kiss, he undid my jeans and let them drop to the floor,
then grabbed my erection through my boxers. I moaned into his mouth as his
fingers wrapped around it. After a few gentle squeezes, he released it and
replaced his hand with his own erection, pressing it against my own and
gyrating his hips just enough to make them rub together.

I reached down and lowered my boxers, bringing our two boners into direct
contact. His felt so thick and warm as it pressed mine against me, all
while our tongues continued to duel and his hands caressed up and down my
body. I tried to do the same, but cursed the cast for restricting my
ability to touch him.

He pulled his lips away from mine and moved round to my ear, nibbling at
the lobe. "This is so hot!" he whispered with a giggle. If I hadn't been so
caught up in my arousal I would have laughed. Even in the middle of
something like that, Oli was still the same.

His breathing got louder and heavier as he continued to rub his erection
against mine, his ragged breaths right in my ear. "I think I'm gonna cum."
he whimpered.

"Me too." I said, gasping at a particularly firm thrust. "Keep going!"

We kissed again, just as both cocks erupted between us, coating both our
stomachs with our combined loads. The kiss parted, but we remained with our
foreheads pressed together, both struggling to catch our breath as we felt
the last few twitches of our shared orgasm.

I looked at him, he looked back. I panted, catching my breath, he did the
same. Suddenly he collapsed against me, pressing me against the tree. I put
my arms around him and he placed his on my hips as we both started
laughing. No idea why. It wasn't funny. It was... something else.

Still giggling, he kissed my neck gently and stood back from me. "Fuck!"
was all he could say, looking down at the sticky mess between us.

"Yeah!" I agreed with a smile.

He stepped back, placed his hands behind his head and stretched. I couldn't
help enjoying the view of his body as he did it, muscles that didn't
normally show beginning to appear as he did it. I reached down and pulled
my jeans and underwear back up, then grabbed my hoodie from the floor
beside me and slipped it on as he continued stretching.

As he stopped, he saw me fully dressed, then looked around for his own
clothes. "Hey." he said as he realised they were nowhere in sight. "Where
did you put my clothes?"

I grinned wickedly at him. I started walking back towards the field.

"Nicky!" he said, concerned. "Where are my clothes?"

I looked back at him and said, "They're around here somewhere, although you
should probably start looking. If you're still naked in five minutes, I'll
take control of you and make you walk home like that!" I explained.

He stared at me in shock, but there was a slight twinkle in his eye. Some
small part of him actually seeming to enjoy the threat of public exposure.

"Go on then!" I said, then walked away.

Once I was back on the edge of the playing field, I pulled out my phone and
started watching the time. It was just coming up to the five minute limit
when I saw him running back between the trees, fully clothed.

"Aww, no fun!" I said as he appeared.

"That was SO mean!" he said to me, attempting to look angry.

I looked down and saw exactly what I expected – a rather sizeable bulge
in his crotch. I grabbed the erection through his jeans and said, "Looks
like you like a bit of mean!"

"Maybe I do." Oli replied happily, making no attempt to remove my hand.

We wandered around the park for a while after that. He started telling me
more about his holiday romance with Tobias and we started discussing guys
who he wanted to see naked using my abilities. Before we could get too
in-depth, I got a message from my Mum. She suggested I might want to come
home as I had been out for a while and probably didn't want to overdo
it. She made it very clear it was only a suggestion, not an order.... which
in my Mum's secret language meant it was very clearly an order!

Oli walked me home and we ended up kissing again before I went inside. It
felt so weird to suddenly have such a physical relationship with Oli after
all the years I'd known him, but it just made me feel even closer to him. I
said goodbye and went in, arranging to meet him the next morning to walk to
school together.

As it turns out, my Mum was right, I had been pretty worn out by the day,
falling asleep on the sofa right after dinner and getting banished to my
room and ordered to go straight to sleep. I resented being treated like a
little kid and decided I was just going to do stuff in my room instead, but
sound found myself nodding off again, with thoughts of Mark, Oli and Mr
Ferguson all running through my head.