Mind Games!
By
Thorin
Disclaimer: There is no explicit sex in this story, so it should be safe for everyone! :)
Drew sat quietly in the back of his seventh grade math class, his
head down on his desk, his mood as glum as his face. His mousy brown hair
hangs in front of his eyes so that the desk was all he can see. But
that's OK. That was all he wanted to see. He couldn't think of anything
past the end of his desk worth paying attention to, or anything past the
current moment to look forward to. If a meteorite took out the classroom,
or even the whole school, his would be the one body that wouldn't be
missed. He knew that each of the other kids in class would have gobs of
relatives and friends sobbing behind the yellow tape that marked off the
disaster, but there would be no one for him. Well, his mom would be
there: and, when he thought about it, his dad would be there, too. And
they would probably drag his little sister along as well. But, no one
else, that was for sure.
Drew's life was over; there was no doubt about it. It actually wasn't
that bad at the moment, but it was all just a matter of time. The
awakening that had happened for Drew would soon spread around the school; there
was no way to keep it quiet. In fact, once it started, everyone else
would know in two minutes what it took Drew two years to figure out. Ever
since fifth grade, his friends had begun to notice girls, then to talk about
girls, and now to talk to girls. Drew had tried to go
along, but the attraction just wasn't there. No, that's not right; the
attraction was there, but Drew's attraction was to the other boys. As his
friends discussed the way the girls were developing, Drew thought about how the
boys were developing. As they talked about tits and asses; Drew thought
about pecs
and... well... asses too; just not the same asses.
Drew still did all he needed to in order to fit in. He listened and
pretended to be as interested in girls as the rest of the guys. He even flirted
with some girls, as long as he knew it wouldn't turn too serious. But
that's not where his mind was, or his heart.
His teacher, Mr. Kaczynski droned on about set intersections and unions, the
whiteboard full of circle diagrams, but Drew was a million miles away.
Why worry about it when he couldn't even imagine being alive for the next test?
Drew's mind wandered in the usual weird directions as he wondered if there was
any hope. He thought more about the meteorite and thought that might be
his best chance. What if he were the first to discover it and to warn
everyone in the school, racing up and down the halls, spreading the word, calming
panicky students and teachers, and pointing the way to the closest exit?
Drew could even imagine himself learning that the headcount on the PE field
wasn't right and risking his life to race back in to save...to save...hmm...who would
he race back in and save? Usually, in a story like this, he would race
back in and save a girl, but Drew didn't want to save a girl, he wanted to save
one of the boys. But, Drew couldn't imagine any of the cool guys cowering
under their desk in a classroom while everyone else fled.
Hmm...instead, what if, as the whole school body fled, they suddenly realized
that they'd never get far enough away to survive the blast? And, what if
Drew suddenly discovered a superpower? What if Drew suddenly sprang up
into the air and blasted the meteorite into tiny pieces just as it was about to
hit!
Drew began to push his pencil to the top of the desk and watched it roll back
down, his mood as low as ever. A superpower, he thought, yeah
right! That was realistic! Might as well just accept his fate, Drew
was about to become a school pariah.
Still, if he was going to have a superpower, what might it be? Flying
around and punching meteorites back out into space was already done. Drew
would need something new. Being invisible was kind of cool and Drew
already had a lot of fantasies about being invisible. Most of those
involved sneaking into the houses of some of his friends in the evening and
watching them in the shower. Sometimes he even imagined watching them
going to bed and doing nasty stuff with themselves before falling asleep; the
very same things that Drew, himself, did. No, that would be fun, and Drew
knew he wouldn't pass up on invisibility if it was offered to him, but he was
looking for something a bit more unique, something that hadn't been done to
death.
Mind control! Now that was an interesting one. What if he could
control what others thought and did? He could do quite a bit of evil with
that one! A slight smile crossed Drew's face as he imagined the
possibilities. Not only could he use it to make sex slaves of the hottest
guys in school, it would also be a great tool for revenge. And, if used
carefully, Drew could even make sure he never got caught. Hmm...mind
control!
Caught in the spirit of the moment, Drew stopped rolling his pencil and cast
about for a victim. There seemed to be plenty to choose from. Howie
Kennedy sat at the front of the row, right in front of the teacher's
desk. I could make him pick his nose, Drew thought. No, no
challenge there; that was just a matter of time. To his right sat Allison
Reyes and her posse. She was such a stuck up bitch! No end of
possibilities there. But, Drew was looking for something different; a
challenge that would also bring him some personal satisfaction and an end to
his misery.
Then it struck him; the row to his left about four seats up, Zack Gordon.
Perfect! Zack was gorgeous; the sort of kid that everyone loved to stare
at. Zack was a tad shorter than average but had a strong athletic
build. He had dirty blond hair that looked perfect, even when it was
mussed. Best of all, he had soft blue eyes, a sincere smile that made you
have to smile back, and a disposition to match. Zack never put on airs;
he would say "Hi!" and talk to anyone. And, when he did, he seemed
genuinely interested in what you had to say. Zack was a natural athlete
and was usually one of the first picked for teams. But Zack was also a
great student, nearly as good as Drew. In fact, as Drew looked around, he
realized that Zack was about the only kid in class paying attention.
Drew had been stuck on Zack ever since last year. In fact, Drew had been
so in love with Zack, it made him sick. This year was only slightly
better and that, Drew thought, was because he went out of his way to avoid
Zack. Zack seemed to make friendly overtures a couple of times last year,
and Drew was desperate for that friendship. But, that same desperation
also drove him away. He felt tongue tied in front of Zack, felt like
everything he said came out dorky, even though Zack laughed as if Drew was
telling the best joke. But, mostly, Drew avoided him because it hurt so
much to be around him. It hurt to have this perfect boy just inches away,
listening intently to what Drew had to say, yet not being able to reach out and
hold, or, even better, to kiss him. Yes, Zack was perfect for Drew's
experiment!
Drew didn't quite know how this superpower worked; I mean, exactly how did one
implant thoughts in someone else's head? Besides, he was in class, and
that was going to limit things. He certainly couldn't, for example,
extend his arms and wiggle his fingers at Zack like he was a sorcerer, and he
certainly didn't have a wand to work with. Finally, Drew decided just to
look and to concentrate. So he did; staring at the back of Zack's neck,
willing his way into Zack's mind.
Zack sat watching Mr. Kaczynski, occasionally taking notes. Drew stared
and concentrated. And, for a long time, things stayed just like
that. Then, suddenly Zack looked down and shook his head quickly, as if
clearing the hair from his eyes. At the same time, his hand came around
and rubbed the back of his neck, almost as if something was tickling him.
Then, just as quickly, Zack turned and looked at him.
Startled, Drew sat up quickly in his seat, fast enough that a few of the kids
glanced his way. Drew, in turn, glanced up at the board and then down at
his paper as if he were taking notes. He stayed that way for a moment or
two until the panic passed. That was too weird, Drew thought. He
stole a quick look over at Zack and saw that he was concentrating on Mr.
Kaczynski once again. Drew was shaky, he was breathing fast, and his
palms were sweaty. He couldn't tell if it really worked or not, but it
seemed to. Then he stopped and laughed at himself. What a
ridiculous idea!
He dropped his head back down and started rolling his pencil up and down his
desk once again. That was certainly weird, he thought. For a second,
he even had himself fooled. But, you know, it was possible. Drew
was certain that paranormal shit happened, like ghosts and all that, so why
not? Why couldn't he put thoughts in people's heads and make them do
stuff? Well, there was only one way to know, for certain. So, Drew
decided to give it another try.
Mr. Kaczynski was asking a question about the elements in a union of two
sets. Drew knew the answer but kept quiet like everyone else. Mr.
Kaczynski waited patiently for an answer, but Drew knew that was a waste of
time. In fact, everyone knew that was a waste of time. What tweener
was going to show any interest, let alone offer an answer, in seventh grade
math? And so Drew decided it was the perfect test of his new
ability. Once again he stared at Zack and filled his mind with one
word. He repeated it over and over, almost yelling it to himself, saying
it so loud in his head that you would almost think someone would hear.
Then, suddenly, Zack spoke.
"AND!" he said loudly. Kids around the room turned and looked, as
startled by the outburst as Mr. Kaczynski, who stared at Zack with his mouth
agape. The room was deathly quiet except for a few snickers.
"No, Zack, the answer is `or'," Mr. Kaczynski said quietly, still taken aback
by the outburst. "The elements in the union of two sets are those that
are in either set A `or' set B."
Zack, clearly confused, gave a shrug and sank down in his seat, then
suspiciously cast about the room as if looking for a culprit. His eyes
locked on Drew who was too shocked to avoid his stare. Then regaining his
wits, he smiled at Zack and shrugged. Zack, still looking suspicious,
turned back to his notes and to Mr. Kaczynski.
Shit!! Drew thought. I can't believe it, it really worked! Drew
knew he should feel elated, but instead he was frightened. No, more than
frightened, Drew was downright scared. He did it, he really did it! But,
what if it got out of control? What if every little thought had kids
stripping off their clothes, jumping out of windows, or tripping down the
stairs. It wouldn't take long for people to figure out that Drew must be
responsible. He'd be the only sane one left.
Drew spent the rest of class trying hard to stay focused on Mr. Kaczynski and
not let his mind wander, but it was impossible. The harder he tried not
to think about this new power, the more he did exactly that. Yet, somehow
he kept it under control and there were no more incidents. That should
have given Drew some relief, but it didn't. Drew wasn't exactly sure how
he made things happen and so he was at a loss to figure out how not
to make things happen.
After school, Drew locked himself in his room, afraid to be around anyone,
coming out only for dinner. He tried to get his mom to bring dinner to
his room, but she just gave him the same indulgent look she so often did
recently, and told him to come to the table. Still, he carefully avoided
looking at his family, so he didn't accidently do them harm. His parents
just figured he was in a bad mood; his sister took delight in trying to get him
to look at her.
Lying in his bad that night, waiting for sleep, gave Drew just the chance he
needed to really think things over. By now the initial shock had worn off
and Drew felt like he could think straight. It seemed pretty clear that
he really could make people think and do things. I mean, the first time
could have been a fluke, but that second time?? Drew had made a couple
more attempts with his dog that evening, but it didn't work. Still, that
wasn't really a good test. No, Drew needed another good test, just to be
sure.
Drew thought about it for quite a while, tossing and turning the whole time,
then, it came to him. In fact, what started as a simple experiment;
became quite an elaborate plan. And, if it worked, Drew would have the
time of his life. Best of all, there was really no risk. I mean,
how would anyone prove Drew was controlling their mind? With his plan
complete, Drew hoped he would be able to fall asleep, but he was too
excited. He also felt truly content for the first time in a year.
School the next day was torture. Each period seemed to take twice as
long. Drew should have been grateful as it gave him more time to rehearse
his plan. Still, it seemed so simple, how much rehearsal could it
take. One thing Drew was very careful about was to not to put any thoughts
or suggestions into anyone's head, or even to imagine them doing anything
unusual. There were a couple of times when he let his mind wander and
weird things happened in class, but weird things were always happening in
class, and Drew couldn't be sure that he caused it.
Finally math rolled around again. Drew rushed down the hall from social
studies and settled in quickly. He actually pulled his textbook out of
his backpack and flipped through the pages, but he didn't really read any of
it. It was all just part of his cover. Instead he watched for Zack
to come in, and, when he did, Drew almost panicked. But, then he reminded
himself that he really couldn't get caught. There would be no evidence
that he did a thing, and, if anyone accused him, it would be easy to shrug his
shoulders and deny it all.
As soon as Mr. Kaczynski began, Drew began, staring discretely at Zack and
concentrating on just one thought. Over and over, Drew repeated the
single idea. For a long time, nothing happened. But, at the same
time, Drew wasn't sure anything would. This wasn't like yesterday.
If his mental suggestion took, Drew wouldn't necessarily see any sign until the
end of class.
And, so, when it did happen, Drew was as shocked as he had been the day
before. Zack, who had been following the solutions to the homework
problems Mr. Kaczynski, put on the board, suddenly sat up and turned and looked
right at Drew. Drew, who should have expected this to happen, was caught
by surprise, and, for a moment, their eyes locked. The moment seemed to
last forever, although it was really only a few seconds. Again, Drew just
shrugged and turned his attention back to Mr. Kaczynski. Zack did the
same, but Drew would have sworn that he looked a bit pale.
The hour seemed like two, but finally class ended. Drew felt like he
should just throw things together in a pile and rush out with the rest, but,
for some reason, he dawdled. Zack seemed to make no better progress than
Drew, constantly shuffling his books, one on top of the other. Finally,
Drew decided to push past.
He watched Zack closely as he approached and Zack appeared to give no notice as
Drew moved to the door. Then, just as Drew was about to step into the
hall, Zack spoke.
"Umm...Drew," he began, hesitantly and then stopped.
Drew knew he was close to falling apart and wanted nothing more than to rush
out the door, pretending he never heard but he forced himself to stop.
"Yes?" he replied.
"So...umm...are you doing anything tonight?" Zack continued.
Despite all of his plans, Drew was dumbstruck. He struggled for something
to say, but nothing came to him. He stared at Zack as Zack stared at
him. Finally, Zack continued.
"It's Friday night, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over."
There was a pause, and then Zack said, "I was wondering if you wanted to spend
the night?"
Drew felt the blood rush from his face and felt himself go dizzy. He knew
he should say something but he couldn't. Drew couldn't help but notice
how pale Zack was, and that his mouth seemed dry, and, somehow, that gave him
the courage he needed. "Sure! Sounds great!" he answered.
Then he bolted out the door.
And so, about 10 hours later, just after midnight, Drew stood at the door to
Zack's bedroom. The evening had begun awkwardly, but the two boys had
quickly settled in. Zack, it ended up, liked many of the same movies and
games as Drew. And, Drew found that they shared many of the same opinions
about the other kids and the other teachers at school. In fact, Drew soon
found himself feeling more relaxed than he had in years and rolled about the
floor of Zack's den as if it were his own. Zack, in turn, seemed to grow
as comfortable as Drew, and, before long, it seemed as if they had been friends
forever.
Now Drew felt the desperation return. He had grown so used to being here,
he had forgotten all about his plan, about all the mind control he was supposed
to be using to make the rest of the evening go right. Now he wondered if
it was too late.
"Umm...there's only one bed." Zack said a bit sheepishly. "I guess I could
sleep on the floor, if..."
And, with that, Drew felt a bit of control return. "I think it looks
plenty big enough." he asserted. "But, if anyone should sleep on the
floor, it really should be me." Yet, as he said that, he put a picture of
Zack and he in bed together into his mind and pushed that out in Zack's
direction.
"You think so? I mean about the bed being big enough?" Zack answered
brightly. "I'm cool with that if you are?"
The two boys pushed into the room and began to get ready. It took awhile
and came with a share of laughing and some shoving back and forth. Drew
tossed his stuff in one corner and the two headed into the bathroom to brush
their teeth. Having a toothbrush in his mouth gave Drew an excuse not to
have to talk and so he concentrated on the next part of his plan, picturing him
and Zack in bed.
Back in Zack's room, both boys began to move slowly. Drew slowly stripped
off his jeans; then began to fiddle with his overnight bag. Zack kicked
off his shoes and socks; then got up and pushed clothes around in one of his
dresser drawers. Both glanced at each other shyly. Finally, Drew
pulled out a pair of sweatpants and began to pull them on, all the time waiting
to see if his latest mental suggestion had worked.
"Is that what you usually wear?" Zack asked.
Drew looked up and realized, for the first time, that Zack had stripped out of
his tee shirt and jeans and stood facing him in nothing but a pair of
boxer-briefs. He was gorgeous. His body was small, but sinewy; his
muscles clearly defined. For a moment, Drew couldn't answer.
"Drew, is that what you usually wear?" Zack repeated.
"Umm...no, not usually, but...I thought...," Drew stuttered. Then, after a deep
breath and looking away from Zack, he added, "I usually just sleep in my
underwear, but it just felt kinda weird, so I
brought these along."
Drew was dangerously close to being hard and that terrified him. He took
a moment and bit down hard on his lip, being careful not to look Zack's way
again. But, then, he decided to go for broke. If he didn't do it
now, he reasoned, he didn't know if he'd ever be able to again. So, as he
slowly stripped off his shirt, he conjured up one more vision, and, using all
his energy, he sent it Zack's way.
"Hey, that's cool," Zack said. Then, hesitating, as if the thought just
occurred to him, he added, "It's just my mom and me, so I usually just
sleep...you know..."
"Really!"
Drew exclaimed, surprised, yet not surprised at the same time. The he
added hesitantly, trying not to sound too eager, "You know, it's your house and
I wouldn't want you to do something different just on my account. You
know, I could too...so...you know...you wouldn't feel too weird."
"Cool!" said Zack. Then in one fluid motion, he stripped off his
boxer-briefs and raced to the bed, where, just as quickly, he pulled the sheet
back, jumped in, and covered himself.
Drew was dumbstruck. It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen,
but it had all happened too fast. He desperately replayed it in his mind,
trying to make it go in slow motion so he could see it all better. He had
seen enough to know that Zack's skin was bare of any pubic hair. But,
what really stayed with him was the smooth firm muscular butt. He was
struck with the irresistible desire to run his hands over each of the delicious
mounds and to run his fingers gently through the crevasse.
Drew was full on hard now, there was no stopping that. As quickly as he
could, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his back to Zack. Then, he
yanked off his sweatpants and briefs and slipped under the covers. He
enjoyed the feeling of the cool air stirred by the cover as it slowly settled,
and he felt the soft sheet fall gently to embrace his bare skin. That
brief pleasure passed quickly, however, and a panicky Drew then found himself
with new dilemma. He couldn't lie on his back, as that made his
excitement painfully obvious, yet to lie on his side facing away from Zack
seemed rude. And still, to lie facing Zack seemed to Drew, I don't know,
just a little too gay. In the end, however, he settled on that as his
best choice.
As Drew turned he found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful boy in
school. And, Zack's soft smile and twinkling eyes told him he hadn't made
a mistake. At first, Drew struggled to think of something to
say. But, after a moment, the feeling passed, and he felt
himself smile back; a smooth natural smile that came with no effort. He
could feel Zack's soft breath on his face and enjoyed the fresh aroma. He
could feel the warmth of Zack's body under the sheet, just inches from his
own. Mostly, though, he felt Zack look deep into his soul and to accept
everything he found there. Drew sighed with contentment.
Without thought, his hand slid forwarded and encountered Zack's making its way
toward him; their fingers intertwined. And, as their hands came together,
Drew, who couldn't imagine ever getting harder than he was right then, felt a
new surge of blood enter his groin and felt the irresistible tingle that went
with it. Then, they both closed their eyes and brought their lips
together at the same time as their bodies. They pressed together with both
passion and gentleness.
The half hour that followed was a mixture of sights, smells, and tastes, but
mostly of touches. Zack and Drew embraced in all ways imaginable.
The heat of their bodies soon produced rivulets of sweat that made their
bodies' slick and sheets became hopeless tangled about them. Both mewled
desperately in between ragged breaths. Their lips only parted in order to
taste and experience new body parts. Each, in turn, reached their
youthful crescendo; Zack's marked only by a passionate cry, Drew's by a few
watery drops. Then, after some soft laughs and a sustained hug, they fell
completely asleep.
It was full morning when Zack woke, the sun already warming his bedroom.
He carefully untangled himself from Drew and from the bed cover. Drew
slept soundly; his breathing deep. Zack was content just to lay there and
watch.
He marveled at how well his plan had worked. He was amazed that it was
just two days ago in math class that he discovered his special power. He
was proud about how quickly he mastered it and admiring the cute boy lying nude
beside him, he realized how lucky he was. He had been trying to get close
to Drew since last year, but seemed to make no progress. Drew just didn't
seem to be interested. If he hadn't caught Drew looking at him in class,
he might have just learned to live with the fact that his life was over.
And, it was in the desperation of that dark time that he stumbled upon his
ability to control what other people said and did. Well, at least to
control what Drew said and did.
He had been trying hard to pay attention to Mr. Kaczynski, but he couldn't.;
his mind was always on Drew. It bothered Zack that Drew sat behind him
and that he couldn't watch Drew the way he wanted to, but math was the only
class he had with him. He found himself thinking of Drew and imagining
Drew, his head down, slowly rolling his pencil down the length of his
desk. He could even hear the pencil as it slowly rattled its way down and
then was pushed back up. He was so mesmerized that it wasn't until the
sound stopped that he realized it had been happening at all. Drew had
been doing exactly what Zack had imagined him doing! Zack sat up suddenly
and shook his head to make sure he was really awake. Then, without any
thought, he spun around and looked at Drew.
Drew was sitting upright staring right back at Zack, and Zack knew why.
Controlling Drew's mind and getting him to roll the pencil back and forth must
have made him think about Zack. There was no other explanation!
Zack faced front again and pretended to listen to Mr. Kaczynski, but he just
had to try again. And so he again imagined Drew rolling the pencil on his
desk. And the sound, when it started, gave him chills.
Now Zack began to really plan. He wondered about the extent of his
powers; exactly how far could he make someone go. The thought gave him a
thrill. What if he could make Drew like him, and what if he could make
Drew come over to his house, and, what if he could make Drew take ALL his
clothes off, AND...
Zack suddenly realized he had spoken out loud and that the other kids were
snickering. How much had he said? Mr. Kaczynski seemed to think he
was answering one of his questions, so maybe it was OK. Still, Zack could help
himself and had to spin around to see Drew's reaction. Drew looked pale
and seemed upset, although he shrugged and tried to act casual.
And so Zack's special power, his ability to control minds, led him here.
Drew lay quietly beside him, still sound asleep. Zack studied the
beautiful boy and the beautiful body he had grown to know so well. He
still remembered the critical moment in bed last night when he used his power
to get Drew to roll over and face him, and the moment he made Drew reach out
and take Zack by the hand. It was easy from there. Wherever he
imagined, Drew touched him, and whatever he wanted, Drew did.
Whatever doubts may have remained about Zack's power were gone. The final
piece of evidence was right in front of him. He had been picturing Drew
with an erection, and, when he pulled back the covers, there it was. I
mean, Zack always woke with one, but what were the chances that any other guy
did?
At that moment Drew began to stir. He seemed confused, at first, until he
saw Zack smiling back at him. He was surprised, and a bit embarrassed to
be caught lying there naked and with his usual morning woody, to boot.
But seeing Zack lying there beside him, naked as well, and excited, as well;
Drew couldn't think of a better way to start the day. And, he knew his
super power had done its work.