Possession

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Finally, below is a quick character recap to help remind you of who is involved in the story.

Nicky – 14 – The main character, with the power to possess other peoples' minds.

Martin – 17 – Nicky's older brother, also gay and aware of Nicky's power

Danny – 11 – Nicky's bratty younger brother, unaware of how Nicky does the things he does

Oli – 14 - Nicky's best friend, bisexual and aware of Nicky's power

Mark – 14 – A classmate of Nicky's who, despite being humiliated by Nicky's powers, quickly became his friend. Aware of Nicky's power and probably bisexual

Mr Ferguson (Riley) – The PE teacher at Nicky's school and his new secret lover, unaware of his young friend's power

Carl – 15 – Another former victim of Nicky's power and the cause of his injuries, but recently befriended. Also gay but unaware of Nicky's ability.

Anyway, on with the story

Possession

Chapter 13

by Matt

As if my mention of getting naked triggered something in us, a few rounds of dares later we all sat there without our clothes. Inevitably that also meant that we were all sat there with boners too which in turn led to a lot of awkward stares at each other. I found myself even feeling a little shy about being naked in front of Oli for some reason, perhaps because of the obvious arousal, or maybe because we weren't alone.

Needless to say, Oli was virtually transfixed with Mark, taking in every inch of exposed skin, every curve and line, every little hair on his body. Mark certainly didn't seem to mind the attention, leaning backwards on his hands with his legs stretched out, boner pointing skyward.

By this point, Mum and Dad had gone to bed, leaving the house silent, but we had panicked momentarily when we heard movement on the stairs, worrying someone was about to walk in and see us. Fortunately it was just Martin returning home, his bedroom door opening and then quickly closing behind him.

"So whose turn is it?" Mark asked with a grin.

"Mine." Oli said happily. "And I think I'll have another dare!"

Mark wasted no time in getting things moving, quickly saying back, "Wank, until your next turn!"

Oli smiled, happy to have an excuse to touch his straining erection, but also enjoying putting on a show for me and Mark. We both watched for a few moments before moving on.

"Guess I'll have a dare too!" I said, not sitting as comfortably as the others. I could only lean on one hand thanks to the cast and, although my ribs were feeling better each day, they throbbed a little as I found myself leaning to one side.

"Ooh, I've got a good one!" Oli said happily. "You've got to suck Mark's dick!"

I shrugged. "No problem."

"Yeah, fine with me!" Mark said happily.

"But..." Oli interjected, "You've got to do it using Martin!"

Mark's smile quickly changed into a slightly worried frown as I just shook my head, wondering where these ideas of Oli's came from.

"Wait here, I'll be right back!" I said, concentrating on my older brother.

I found myself in darkness. He was laying on his bed, presumably having got straight in when he got to his room, most of his clothing casually thrown aside. As I sat up, I wondered if I should protect his dignity and cover up a little before going back to my room, but decided it would give the other two a thrill to see him appear in just his underwear.

As I stood, I wobbled and flopped back onto the bed, my head spinning. For a moment I wondered if my powers were acting strangely again, but quickly realised Martin had probably just been drinking. I was not used to the sensations caused by the alcohol so it took a few moments to get used to.

I stood up again and staggered over to the wall, leaning against it as I headed for the door, then crept as quietly as I could down the hallway and into my own room. Mark and Oli looked at me eagerly, their eyes widening as they saw the near-naked seventeen-year-old body I was in.

"I think I owe someone a blow job!" I said, my speech very slightly slurred.

I moved to the centre of our triangle and knelt down, then looked Mark in the eye and gave him a wink. He grinned back at me and watched as I leant down to take his cock into my mouth.

"Oh wow." he muttered as my lips caressed the base of his cock, the entire thing taken straight down Martin's throat.

As I knelt there sucking, I felt a hand suddenly on my rear. Looking round, I saw Oli was eagerly groping me, presumably enjoying the chance to get his hands on Martin again. That was when a new plan formed in my mind.

I pulled off of Mark's erection, getting a slightly sad-looking frown from him and said eagerly, "I've got an awesome idea." I stood up, staggered over to my closet and grabbed my school tie and a couple of others I had for special occasions. I pulled off Martin's underwear, getting happy stares from them both, sat back down by the bed, reached my hands behind the foot of it and said to the other two, "Tie my hands!"

They looked at each other in shock, wondering exactly what I was volunteering for. Getting past their momentary hesitation, they jumped forward and reached under the bed to restrain my hands with one of the ties.

"Okay, now my ankles." I instructed. They complied once again and I gave my final instruction. "Now blindfold me!"

Oli tied the blindfold around my head (Martin's head!?) as Mark asked, "Nicky, what are you doing?"

"Just playing a game." I said happily. "When I go back to my body, start doing whatever you want to Martin, but don't say a word. Only I can speak, okay?"

"Sure."

"Yeah."

I concentrated on my own body and found myself returning instantly, then looked round at Martin. If I hadn't already been hard before, I would have been then as I saw the naked teen sitting there blindfolded and restrained.

"What's going on?" Martin asked as he recovered from the possession. He pulled at the wrist restraints but couldn't get free. "What the fuck's going on?" he demanded, now sounding a little more worried.

I crept towards him, ran a hand down his chest and whispered in his ear, "You're just dreaming!" I knew he was unlikely to believe me, but in his drunken state it just might be enough to make him doubt what he was feeling.

I gestured for Mark and Oli to begin and they literally jumped at the opportunity, both reaching for his cock at the same time. Mark got there first so Oli settled for playing with his chest.

"Hey!" Martin called out, surprised by the dual touching, but not protesting for long. His cock rapidly stiffened under Mark's eager stroking and Oli's caressing. He began moaning happily. "Mmm, best dream ever!" he mumbled.

I was fairly sure he knew he wasn't actually dreaming, but it was nice of him to play along anyway. Oli reached up and took hold of Martin's head, then pulled him into a kiss. I wondered if he knew who it was. It was a mouth he should recognise from earlier in the week, so he may have, but I couldn't be sure. Either way, he definitely seemed to be enjoying it from the way his cock oozed precum. It dribbled down onto Mark's fingers.

Mark looked over at me, then down at his hand, then back at me. I gestured for him to lick it and wondered if he would actually do it. He seemed a little hesitant, but slowly raised the hand and licked the sticky fluid off. Grinning at me as he did it, he dropped his head down into Martin's lap and took the source of it into his mouth.

There was a grunt of pleasure from Martin, muffled by Oli's lips. Oli pulled away, looking down at what Mark was doing and tapped him on the head. Silently Mark pulled away too and saw Oli gesturing for them to switch places. Oli wasted no time in continuing the blow job Mark had started, but the other boy seemed nervous about what to do with my big brother.

Mark moved close, looking like he might kiss Martin too, then looked at me and blushed as he instead leant down to suck on a nipple.

A couple of minutes later, Martin grunted excitedly as he filled Oli's mouth with his spunk, panting happily as both boys backed away.

"I think that's enough for this dream!" he said with a grin. "But maybe I'll have a similar dream again another time!"

I immediately possessed him and instructed the others to untie me. Standing up, the mixed effects of the alcohol and (by the feel of it) exceptionally strong orgasm made his legs particularly weak. I didn't even bother to grab his underwear, I just headed straight out of my room, into his and returned him to bed before going back to my own body.

"Who enjoyed that then?" I asked as I opened my eyes.

"Your brother's so hot!" Oli said happily. Mark simply nodded and grinned his agreement.

I stared at them both for a moment, taking in their naked bodies, smiling at the straining erections and then remembered something. "Hey, weren't you supposed to be wanking until your next turn?" I asked Oli.

"That's right." Mark agreed with me. "And you haven't been doing it. That means you get a forfeit!"

I saw a slight hint of a smile flash across Oli's face before he forced a frown and said, "Fine, let's hear it!"

Mark and I thought for a moment and I found my mind wandering back to last weekend, to the way I had hidden Oli's clothes from him and how turned on he had been by it. I shot him an evil grin and said, "Your forfeit.... you've got to make your way back here!"

"What!?" he exclaimed, looking momentarily panicked before I took possession of him.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked, looking back and forth between Oli's body and mine, unsure if I had done anything yet.

"I'm giving him his forfeit. Now hurry up and get dressed, we're going out!" I said, my grin showing on Oli's face.

After we sneaked out of the house and started walking, Mark kept pestering me about what my plan was but soon gave up after he realised I wasn't going to tell him anything. We walked for about fifteen minutes until I decided to stop. I hadn't chosen any particular spot, I just wanted to be a fair distance from my house.

"Okay. This'll do." I said as I started to undress.

"Oh my God!" Mark said, shocked at seeing me (or Oli I suppose) strip out in public so readily. "Put his clothes in your bag." I instructed, handing items over as I removed them. All I left on were his shoes and socks.

Once Oli was naked, I grinned at Mark and said, "Thanks for the assist, it's a shame you're gonna miss this."

"What are you..." he started, but stopped mid-sentence as I left Oli's mind and entered his.

I found myself looking at my now-naked friend, eager to see his reaction when he regained his bearings.

"What d'you mean I have to get..." he started, picking up right where he had left off before I possessed him before realising we were somewhere else. "What the fuck!" he exclaimed, quickly attempting to cover up. "Mark, what's going on?"

"Firstly," I started, "It's not Mark, it's Nicky. And secondly, this is your forfeit." I explained.

He stared at me, not quite knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Where are we?" he asked nervously.

"Russell Street, about a fifteen minute walk from my house." I replied with a grin. "Now you're gonna walk back there. And I do mean walk, no running! And you know what, just for fun, you're gonna be jerking off the whole way too!"

"What? No chance!" he said, just before running off at full speed.

I let him run for a moment before taking possession of him again, making him run right back to a confused-looking Mark. "Sorry about that." I said as I returned.

I transferred back to Mark and waited for Oli to realise what had happened.

"Oh come on!" he said dejectedly as he realised he was right back where he started.

I smirked at his reaction then said, "And that'll keep happening if you don't follow the rules. Like I said, walk, don't run and jerk off while you do it. Got it?"

"Fine!" he snapped angrily and started off at a fairly brisk walk.

I watched again for a moment and realised his hands were both by his sides. A quick mind-switch later, he was back at the start once again.

"What now?" he demanded angrily as he woke up.

"You weren't jerking. Try again!" I said, doing my best not to laugh.

I lived in quite a quiet neighbourhood. It was rare to hear people out and about later than ten. As it was now gone midnight, the chances of seeing anyone were beyond slim, but I knew the fear of it still had to be playing on his mind. Oli hadn't actually started touching himself yet but was already hard. I wondered exactly what it was that he liked about my tricks so much. Was it the outdoor nudity, the fear of getting caught or just the general humiliation? Whatever it was, he seemed to be liking it.

"Let's go." he said, scowling as he grabbed hold of his cock and started walking.

I followed in Mark's body this time, convinced that he had finally come to accept the rules. As we walked, I could feel myself getting more and more aroused too as I watched him play. I actually thought it might be kind of fun to strip too and walk naked with him but the fact I was in Mark's body put me off. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally risk exposing him to more embarrassing attention. He was only just starting to get past what I had done to him last week and I didn't want to reignite old issues. Instead I settled for just casually groping the bulge as I walked.

"You know, this is really fucking mean!" Oli snapped.

I thought he was genuinely angry for moment, but as I looked up at his face I could see him grinning. "Yeah, really looks like you're hating every second!" I laughed.

Suddenly we saw car headlights ahead of us. I was tempted to order him to stand proud and be seen, but as much fun as it would have been, there was just too great a chance that whoever was in the car would just call the police. A naked teenager walking the streets would look at best like a trouble maker and at worst, a victim of some kind of foul play. Instead we both ducked behind a tree and waited for it to pass.

When we started walking again, with Oli's hand still casually stroking away, he turned to me and said, "This may be fun, but you really are being mean tonight, aren't you!" His tone was dripping with accusation.

"What? Why?" I asked, wondering what he was getting at. As far as I knew, I'd been extremely nice all day (current forfeit excluded of course).

"Those truths you were asking Mark earlier." He replied. "You know I like him, but you're sitting there virtually forcing him to admit to liking you right in front of me. Total dick move!"

I laughed, thinking he was joking until I saw his expression. "Wait, you think..." I started, wondering how he could think that. "Oh you absolute moron. That's not what I was doing. I wasn't trying to get him to say he likes me, I was trying to get him to say he likes YOU!"

Oli stopped walking and stroking, staring at me in disbelief. "What, really?"

"Yeah." I insisted, nudging him to continue along the street. I was starting to think I was more worried about his public indecency than he was! "D'you really think I'd try and make a move on a guy you like?"

"Well it did seem strange." He said, looking adorably confused. "Wait, so does that mean you're actually trying to get us together?"

I just grinned.

"But why? I thought you might like Mark too. Or me!" he said, looking thoughtful before grinning back at me and jokingly adding, "Does this mean... you don't love me?"

"Aww, don't worry." I said, reaching up and pinching his cheek. "I'll always love you!" I smiled, but then blushed a little.

He smiled at me sweetly. "You've never said that to me before."

I blushed a little more but smiled through it. "No, I guess I haven't. I do, though!" I replied honestly.

Oli carried on walking, his face scrunched up. "Huh!" he said, still looking deep in thought.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I guess I love you too." he said with a smile. "Never thought I'd say that, I mean, to a friend."

I chuckled my agreement to his sentiment. We didn't really need to say any more about it. My mind wandered back onto my match-making, which might be even easier now that I could actually tell Oli about it.

"I was just thinking, about you and Mark and I've got a plan." I said. He looked round at me eagerly. "Well when we go to bed, I was thinking that there'd be room for two in the bed and one on your chair-bed-thing. If I say that I need space because of my ribs, then I can take the chair and that'll leave you and Mark sleeping together. How does that sound?"

"Ah." Oli whimpered as his cock erupted, covering the pavement in front of him with heavy globs of spunk. "It's... safe to say.... I like that idea!" he said, as the orgasm shuddered through him.

I laughed at him and said, "Come on, we're nearly home."

I allowed him to run with me the rest of the way and we were back inside the house within minutes. Once we were safely in my room, I stripped Mark and returned to my own body.

As Mark came to, he looked round and pouted. "Aww, I missed it all."

"Hey, if you wanna see what it was like, I'm happy to send you out next!" I teased.

"Erm... never mind." Mark said, quickly getting over his disappointment.

I yawned, the events of the day starting to catch up with me on top of the increased tiredness I seemed to be suffering from during my recovery. Oli looked at me for a moment like I was giving him some kind of cue, perhaps to initiate the plan we had discussed on the way it, but I shook my head and he remained silent.

"I dunno about you guys, but I REALLY need to cum!" I said. It felt a little strange to be so open about it, but it was pretty hard to deny based on my throbbing erection. Mark was in the same state and the sight of us was helping Oli recover quickly from his previous orgasm.

"Circle jerk!" Oli said happily, his eyes lighting up.

Mark looked keen, but I just raised my cast-covered hand. "I'd give you a lefty, but it just doesn't seem to work right." I giggled.

"Not like me then, I'm good with both hands!" Oli bragged.

I laughed at his boast, but then realised he had given me an idea. "Okay, everyone on the bed!" I instructed. We all sat side-by-side, leaning on the wall. I had made sure Oli was in the middle. "Okay then Oli, if you're so good with both hands.... show us!"

"Gladly!" Oli said. He reached out to either side and took hold of both mine and Mark's boners, stroking them eagerly but tenderly.

"Mark, I can't really do it myself, so why don't you help Oli." I suggested. Oli looked at me and grinned as he realised what I had orchestrated, I just winked back.

I sat there enjoying the handjob, but ultimately getting more satisfaction from the successful plan. Mark and Oli seemed more than happy to be sitting there wanking each other off. Mark was first to shoot, covering his chest and stomach with his cum, while I followed shortly after. It seemed Oli wasn't exaggerating when he said he was good with both hands. Thanks to his earlier release, Oli took a little longer, but that just gave them both more time to enjoy it.

Once he had cum and we all cleaned off, I yawned again, this time giving Oli the cue for the plan.

"So who's sleeping where?" Oli asked. "Two can fit in the bed."

"You two take the bed, I'm the new guy." Mark said sweetly with a slight shrug as he headed towards the chair.

"Nah, it's okay." I replied casually. "If I shared I'd probably get an elbow in the ribs and wake up in pain. You two take the bed and that way I'll have all the space I need."

"You sure?" Oli asked, playing along.

"Yep, in fact, I insist." I said, folding out the chair into bed mode.

Mark and Oli both looked a bit awkward about getting into bed, but eventually Mark got in first, laying down and facing the wall as Oli got in behind him. I kept the light on for a minute, giving them time to get comfortable and watched with a huge grin as I saw Oli tentatively reach over and place a hand on Mark's hip.

I clicked the light off and lay down on my own. A few minutes later, I heard shuffling and could just make out them moving closer together. I found myself thinking about Riley and wondering if I would ever get to cuddle up in bed with him. I suddenly felt very lonely laying there, knowing that Mark and Oli would get to cuddle all night.

A few more minutes passed and I heard more movement and a low hiss of whispering. I wondered what they were doing, but smiled as I imagined what it might be. Knowing Oli he was probably propositioning another wank!

Surprisingly, I couldn't have been more wrong. I heard more movement and as I looked round, I could just about make out Oli sitting up. He leaned down and grabbed at my wrist, pulling me up. I allowed him to lead me, standing before he pulled me towards the bed.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. "The plan!"

"Some things are more important." he whispered back.

At first I thought he was just putting me in his place, but as he manoeuvred me into position behind Mark, he cuddled up against my rear. I slipped an arm under and around Mark as Oli did the same to me and the three of us curled up together, making me the meat in a Mark/Oli sandwich. It was definitely a tight fit and Oli was probably in constant fear of falling out, but it just felt amazing. I had never felt so close to anyone in my life.

Despite the cramped conditions, I heard Mark's breathing change as he fell asleep, followed by Oli, with me close behind.

I remember waking up some time around two as I felt Oli moving. He was getting out of bed and I figured he just needed the toilet or something so I went back to sleep.

So far, everything that's happened, has happened to me so I've been able to tell you about it in my own words. What happened next though, happened while I was asleep so I can't do that. As such, I'm gonna have to hand you over to my best friend Oli who's going to tell you all about it (sorry in advance, I hope you survive the experience!)

Hey there. Okay, so I wake up and I'm so unbelievably horny. Yeah, I know I'd cum, like, twice before we went to bed but a couple of wanks really doesn't do the job when you're just dying for something else. I was totally boned up and I really thought the way I was poking Nicky in the back might wake him up too but no such luck, he just moved round a bit and went back to sleep.

I was laying thinking 'I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum' and Oli junior just seemed to be getting harder and harder so I'm thinking I need to do something. I played with it a bit, but it still wasn't enough, 'specially cos every time I loved I felt like I was gonna fall off the bed. Bringing Nicky up into bed was the right thing to do cos it was totally obvious he was all lonely down there on his own, but it didn't exactly leave me with much elbow room!

But I kept coming back to the same problem. You can't just have a wank when you really need a fuck. Now Nicky's real sweet and Mark's totally hot, but they're not as.... erm, advanced when it comes to sex and I don't think waking up with Oli junior poking their asses is how they wanna experience anal for the first time. That was when I remembered there was someone else in the house who could definitely handle me – Martin!

So now I'm laying there thinking that I can't go and wake Martin at two in the morning for a fuck. He'd be totally pissed. Or would he? I gotta admit, if I was sleeping and suddenly Mark or Nicky woke me up and said, "I wanna fuck you." I wouldn't be complaining, but then that's me. Nicky always says I'm weird!

I lay there and I lay there and I lay there and eventually I just think 'Fuck it! What's the worst that could happen?' I climb out of bed, sneak out of the room and go into Martin's room. He's snoring away like he always does. I can usually hear him through the wall when I stay over. I start wondering how I should do this. Should I jump on him and just say, "I need sex. Sex me now!" Nah, too blunt. Or I could play the innocent little boy, tell him I had a bad dream and ask to get in bed with him and then let my hands wander. Nah, I'd never keep a straight face. Finally I decide on a sneakier approach, get him started before he's even awake!

I decide to make a bit of a game of it, see how much I can do without waking him up. He's a pretty sound sleeper and I think that there's maybe a chance I could just fuck him and he'd never know. That'd actually be pretty hot. Or rape. Okay, maybe not take it that far without his consent, but at least getting him hard should be harmless enough.

I reach over and pull back the covers and thankfully he never bothered putting any clothing on after he left Nicky's room earlier so he's just laying there naked. He's pretty hot really. He'd always just been Nicky's big brother to me. Pretty cool as big bros go, but still that's all he was. Since I started liking guys more, and especially since I started fucking (thanks Tobias!) he suddenly looks a lot more appealing. That fuck on Tuesday night was fucking awesome!

I reached down and took hold of his cock and started playing with it. It only took a few minutes, but soon he was as hard as I was (seriously, Oli junior refused to go down!) He was still asleep so I took it a little further. I leant down and licked it. It twitched a little, but he didn't wake, so I took the whole thing in my mouth. Well, not the whole thing, I haven't quite mastered deep-throating yet, but I took as much as I could, happily sucking away on it.

Suddenly, from above me I hear, "Ahem, can I help you?"

I drop his cock out of my mouth, grin at him and say, "I'm so fucking horny. I want you to fuck me, then I wanna fuck you and maybe after that you can fuck me again. That okay?"

He laughed but didn't say a word. He just reached out, grabbed some lube and chucked it at me. "Fine, but you're doing all the work!"

That was fine with me. Honestly I like being in charge, so being able to just ride him again sounds fucking perfect. Within seconds, I've got him lubed and filling my arse as I sit on top of him. I give him all my best moves – clenching my hole, sliding all the way off and dropping back on, quick short bounces, gyrating my hips to twirl him inside me – he loves them all and it doesn't take long before I feel him cum inside me. I know I should have been using a condom, and with anyone else I would have, but I know Martin and I trust him. He doesn't seem the type to do anything dangerous and he'd definitely never let me take him raw if he thought it'd put me at risk! But anyway, he's moaning happily and Oli junior feels like he could go off at any second.

I pull off of Martin, lube his hole and my dick and just push straight in. A few thrusts and I'm about ready to go off. I almost regret how turned on I was. While it felt great to cum inside him, it was shame not to enjoy him for a bit longer.

"Wanna go again?" I asked Martin, taking hold of his cock.

That was another reason I regretted cumming so quickly. If I'd taken a bit longer, he might have had more time to get turned on again, but as it was, he was still pretty limp from cumming inside me.

"Sorry kid, I don't think I can yet." he said, groping my leg.

I just shrugged. I figured as I was there, I may as well enjoy myself so I lay down next to him and started kissing him. He seemed a little surprised at first. I think he thought I was just there for a fuck, which I suppose I was, but something just seemed right about kissing him. He's a good kisser, probably the best I've had (don't tell Nicky I said that) and I kinda lost track of time as I lay there making out with him.

I was so caught up in it that I hadn't even noticed he'd pulled the covers back over us both. I only realised when we stopped kissing and he slipped an arm under me, pulling me into a cuddle. My head was on his chest, my hand on his stomach, held firmly in his. Before I really knew what was going on, I was falling asleep in his arms.

So back to Nicky I guess, thanks for reading!

I woke again at about four as I felt Mark sit up.

"What's up?" I asked sleepily.

"Where's Oli?" he asked, looking across to the gap behind me.

"Hold on, I'll find out." I said. I concentrated on him for a moment and then returned within seconds. "He's sleeping with Martin." I said, closing my eyes again and pulling Mark down to join me.

My eyes hot open as I realised what I had just said. It wasn't the fact that Oli was in bed with Martin that surprised me, it was the fact I had just told Mark, the guy Oli supposedly liked, that he was in bed with someone else. I couldn't help wondering if that single comment may have undone all the hard work I had done to push them together.

"Oh, okay." Mark said, not sounding the slightest bit bothered. He lay back down, pulling my arms tightly around him.

A few minutes later he whispered, "You still awake?"

"No." I said, slightly grumpily at yet another interruption to my attempts to sleep.

"Very funny." he replied, not taking the hint. "Can I ask you something?"

I sighed and couldn't help smiling when my breath on the back of his neck made him giggle slightly. "Sure, what's up?" I replied.

"Earlier, when we were playing truth or dare... was there going to be a third question?" he asked.

I froze, eyes wide once again. "I don't.... really remember the first two." I said, feigning ignorance.

"You asked if I had a crush on someone, then you asked if that someone was in the room." he explained, dashing any hope I had of weaselling out of the whole thing.

"Oh yeah, that." I said, wondering where he was going with it.

"Yeah, that. Was you gonna ask another question if I hadn't chosen a dare?" he asked.

"Nah." I lied. "I felt like I'd embarrassed you enough."

I felt him fidget a little in my arms. "Oh." he said, sounding a little disappointed. He went quiet again and I hoped that was the end of it, but then he turned over, rotating in my arms to keep them around him as he brought himself face-to-face with me. "Ask me the second question again." he demanded.

I gulped. With Oli gone and only the two of us in the room, I immediately knew which way this was heading. "D... do you... have a crush... on someone.... in this room?" I stuttered nervously.

The room was fairly dark, but I could just make out the slight reflection of light on his eyes as he stared into me, going silent for a few moments once again before whispering, "Yes!"

His face, already just inches from mine started moving closer until his lips were on mine. I closed my eyes, relaxing into the amazing sensation for a moment before pulling back.

"Wait." I said, my voice shuddering. "I can't do this."

Mark raised a hand and placed it on my cheek. "Why not? What's wrong?"

All I could see running through my mind was Riley. What could I tell Mark though? I didn't dare tell him the truth, it was just too much of a risk for Riley. But could I lie? Again? Then I started thinking about what Mark was actually offering. He liked me. He wanted me and in every way it just made total sense to let him take me. With Riley I was facing years of hiding to avoid him getting arrested, more years of hiding after that to avoid him getting fired. Is that what I really wanted when I had this beautiful boy laying in my arms, a boy I could actually date openly, well as openly as a semi-homophobic small town would allow!

I had to say something. I could feel him staring at me in the darkness. "I'm... I've... I've just kinda started seeing someone." I stuttered, opting for the truth.

"Just... kinda... started?" Mark repeated the words back to me questioningly. "So it's not even serious yet?"

I could tell where he was going and I knew I had to resist but his hand felt so good against my cheek, his bare body pressed against mine. I could feel my resolve weakening by the second.

"It's not... but... I want it to be." I said. The statement was as joyful to say as it was painful. I realised that despite the hurdles, I really did want to carry on going with Riley, even if it meant stopping things with Mark before they had even started.

"One night." Mark whispered.

"For what?" I asked, confused, subconsciously moving my face against his hand to enjoy the feeling.

"For us. It's just us. If I can't... have you, at least give me tonight. Please." He said quietly before moving in to kiss me again.

Justifications ran through my mind, making every excuse I could think of, but ultimately it didn't matter. He was kissing me and I wasn't going to stop him. Our first kiss just a week before had been so brief, a mix of gratitude, relief and shared emotion. This one though, it was something else. It amazed how much passion I could feel in such gentle kissing. His hand continued stroking my cheek as my arms tightened around him, pressing his entire body firmly against me.

He pulled away from the kiss, but only so he could lower his lips so start nibbling at my neck. My entire body relaxed from the beautiful sensation of his soft lips on me, my arms releasing him and rolling onto my back. He nestled into my side, continuing his gentle assault on my neck and shoulders, occasionally dipping lower onto my chest.

"Oh God." I muttered as I felt his lips on a nipple, my hand running through his hair. He continued working down, his mouth caressing every inch of me.

Needless to say, I was ridiculously hard before he even got near my cock. When he finally stopped his bodily exploration, I felt fingers wrapping around my boner, getting another whimper of delight from me. Then came the warm wetness of his mouth, but just for a few seconds before he pulled off.

"Have you got lube or anything like that?" he asked, his voice shaky with nerves, his intention quite clear.

"Mark, are you sure..." I started but he cut me off before I could finish.

"I'm sure!" he insisted.

"Okay." I said, probably sounding as nervous as him. I reached down the side of my bed and grabbed a bottle of lotion that I occasionally used when wanking and handed it to him.

I heard him click the bottle open and a few seconds later, his hand wrapped around my cock again, but this time accompanied by a large glob of cool, wet lotion. He moaned slightly, presumably as he reached back and lubed himself.

He climbed up and knelt with a knee either side of me, then allowed his rear to drop until the head of my dick was pressing into his crack. He reached back with one hand to guide me to his hole then started pushing down onto it.

He whimpered again, but this time it sounded like it was from pain rather than pleasure. I reached up, placed a hand on his hip and said quietly, "You don't have to do this."

"Ah." he moaned again as I felt the head popping through his tight opening. "I want to." he said shakily.

"Okay, just take it slow!" I said, unsure that I should actually be letting him do it anyway. It wasn't long before I was moaning along with him. Feeling myself slipping inside him felt sensational.

He pulled back up, sliding down again, dropping just a little further, then did it again. After a few more pumps, he had managed to take most of me inside him.

"Oh fuck." he muttered, sounding more pleasured than pained once again, much to my relief.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"It hurts. Like, a lot. But once you get past that.... ah... wow, yeah, fucking awesome!" he explained, his voice wavering.

"Mind if I feel for myself?" I asked. He nodded and I transferred into his mind. A quick slide up and down showed his description had been fairly spot-on, pleasure and pain, an exquisite mix. I quickly went back into my own head and waited for Mark to recover. "Wow, that's... hot!" I said happily.

"Beyond hot!" he said excitedly, sliding up and down once more.

"I won't... oooh... I won't last long!" I said, my body twitching from every miniscule movement of his body.

"Oh good." he giggled, pulling up and sliding back down once again.

"Shit!" I murmured, knowing I was only seconds from squirting. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

I expected him to pull off and let me shoot over myself, but he just slid up and down again then moaned along happily with me as I shot inside him. He remained seated on me for several moments afterwards, presumably waiting for me to soften a little before getting off. When he finally pulled up and let me slide out of his hole, he lifted one knee over me and knelt at my side, letting a hand casually stroke back and forth across my stomach.

I lay there basking in my post-orgasmic afterglow until I heard sniffling, it sounded like Mark was crying. "Mark?" I enquired, reaching down to grab his hand.

He didn't reply, but his sniffling turned into crying. I pushed myself up, struggling a little but eventually got into an upright sitting position. I put my arms around him and he rested his head on my shoulder.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I asked, worried that I may have caused some damage.

"No." he replied in a whisper. "It's just... I know I said one night, but...." His words trailed off into tears.

I felt my own eyes watering, both from sympathy for his feelings, but also for myself as I realised I had turned him down, and would have to keep doing so, regardless of how amazing it had been.

"We should sleep." I said, hoping to avoid bursting into tears myself. I lay back down and pulled him with me.

We lay back down as we had been before Oli left, my arms encircling him, my face nuzzled into the nape of his neck. His crying eventually stopped as he drifted off to sleep, but I just couldn't get myself to drop off again so I just lay there holding him as he slept. I couldn't stop thinking about Oli, about how I had just fucked the guy he liked and how I was probably the worst friend in the world.

At about six, I heard Oli sneak back in. He climbed in behind me. I didn't let him know I was awake, I just enjoyed the feeling of him pulling himself against me again. Back between my two best friends, I eventually managed to nod off again.