Possession

By Matterotica

Published on Feb 3, 2011

Gay

Disclaimer: The supernatural powers used in this story are completely fictional along with all of the characters. The author does to condone or support the use of any supernatural powers for sexual experimentation.

Note: This is the third chapter of the first story I have ever submitted to a site, so all constructive feedback is welcome (matterotica@hotmail.co.uk). And sorry for the delay, hope it was worth the wait.

Possession By Matt

Chapter 3

At lunchtime, pretty much everybody was talking about what had happened with Lenny. Those that had seen him being led across the yard by Miss Jackson had told everyone else who hadn't, whilst everyone in my class became virtual celebrities due to their full knowledge of the event.

Across the multiple telling of the story, the actual events had become very much twisted and distorted. Some were telling it like he had still been jerking off when the door was opened and the whole class had seen him shoot. Others were saying they'd seen him licking the cum off of his hand. It was great; the exaggerations had become even more embarrassing for Lenny than the actual event.

Lenny himself had not been seen yet. Some guessed he was still in the headmaster's office, some thought he might have been sent home to get dressed whilst the more extreme guessers (these were the people who had been exaggerating the events) were saying he had probably been expelled or even arrested for indecent exposure. Whatever had happened, I had achieved my goal of getting revenge on the stupid bully. Admittedly I was feeling a little guilt about it, but not much. Someone would have to push me pretty far for me to subject them to something like that again. For now I decided to stick to having my own private fun.

I had originally planned not to do anything else at school that day for fear of arousing suspicion, but another type of arousal seemed to be clouding my judgement. During the first period after lunch I decided to try a little more experimentation and took the seat furthest back in the room, nobody sat beside me luckily. I sat back in my chair, looking toward the teacher at the front of the class and began to concentrate on Greg, a boy sat on the other side of the room. Seconds later I felt the rapidly familiarising rush and suddenly I was looking at the classroom from a different angle. Casually I look back round at my own body. I saw myself still sat there, staring forwards. To anybody looking at the real me, I looked like I was completely alert and awake; this opened up a few more possibilities. Now I would be able to do things in my own immediate vicinity and be back in my own body instantly and able to see the results.

I transferred back to my own body and started to think. As I sat there, I shifted slightly in my seat as my engorged cock pushed desperately against the material of my underwear and school trousers. I really needed to jerk off. I had considered doing it in class before but has always been too scared to risk it. I smiled as I realised I could now try it without any personal risk.

The desks in that particular classroom were arranged in six rows of three double desks, meaning there were 36 seats in total. As my whole class, with the exception of Lenny, were present, the front five rows were full apart from one seat near the front, while the back row consisted of myself in one corner and Michael in the opposite corner. He was a pretty average kid, average height, average build, short strawberry blonde hair. He usually sat with his mates, but as there was an odd number of them in his particular clique, it always meant one of them had to sit away from the others.

A moment's concentration and suddenly I was Michael. I immediately slipped a hand under the desk and played with his cock! It didn't take long to become as aroused as I had been in my own body. Quietly I undid the trousers, pulled back the waistband of the underwear and took hold of the rigid shaft. It was a shame I couldn't see what Michael had down there as it felt like he had quite an impressive dick. It was hard to judge, however, as I was once again feeling it with someone else's hand and had little context for comparison. Either way, it felt incredible to have my hand against the warm skin of an erection whilst sat in class.

I figured that as there was no risk to myself, I should just enjoy the moment so I sat up slightly in my seat, just enough to allow me to pull the trousers and underwear from beneath me and slide them down to mid-thigh. With them only pulled slightly down, the only person in the room who could have noticed was myself, had I been in my own body.

With the boner now fully unleashed, I was able to look down and see what Michael was packing. It turned out it was fairly average, a little smaller than my own which led me to figure out Michael's hands must have been quite small for it to feel so large. It didn't matter anyway, as I took hold of it and began slowly stroking. I got a little faster, not wanting to make even the slightest noise.

It took a lot of self control to keep my breathing steady while I masturbated, my strokes gradually daring to get just a little faster. I kept looking round the room, paranoid that people knew what I was doing. I looked briefly back at my own body, but masturbating whilst looking at myself felt a little too narcissistic so my attention quickly returned to Michael's own body.

I could feel the orgasm building as I stroked myself in a fast, steady rhythm. It was just before I ejaculated that I suddenly realised I didn't know where to cum. I decided to be a little mean, and just as the climax began, I pointed Michael's cock straight up. I bit a lip to stop myself moaning as the first shot exploded out, hitting my chin. It was followed by several more shots, all landing messily on Michael's school shirt and tie. Just as I was milking the last few drops out, the bell rang.

The sudden distraction jolted me back into my own body. The timing couldn't have been better. I was now back in my own body and able to look round as Michael's mind reasserted control. The look of panic was incredible as he realised he was near naked from the waist down, his cock was in his hand and he was covered in his own cum. He quickly pulled up his trousers and got them done up just before the boys in front of him looked back in the process of gathering up their things for the next class. That still left Michael with the problem of a very impressive load shot all over his clothes. Hunched over in an attempt to hide the offending mess, he grabbed his coat, put it on and did it up. As we left, I saw him rushing off towards the toilets. Once again I felt a little guilt about what I had done, but the pleasure massively outweighed it.

I soon realised my own problem though. Twice today I had effectively masturbated under incredibly arousing circumstances, but had not actually ejaculated at all in my own body. The affect of this arousal with lack of release was quite obvious from the sizeable bulge in my pants. I figured it would go down on the way to the next class, but it didn't. It felt so hard that I suspected it would never go down again! As I walked out of the class and through the school, I was immensely grateful for my bag which covered it up.

I had just walked into my next class and removed by bag when I heard someone call out "Hey, nice boner!" I turned to see Mark, pointing at me and starting to laugh. I was so shocked by his comment that it took me a second to jump into my seat in an attempt to hide the still solid erection. By then it was too late, most of the class had looked round and seen; the laughter was deafening.

Fortunately I was saved by the teacher, who walked in seconds later and said firmly, "Everyone in your seats, and be quiet!"

Even though nobody was still laughing aloud, I could hear occasional sniggers as other boys kept looking round at me, once again sat at the back of the class. I had turned bright red and worst of all the erection had yet to subside. If anything it somehow felt harder.

Fortune was once again on my side. The door opened and in walked Michael. I had forgotten about him rushing off to the toilets to clean up the mess I had caused him to make.

"Where have you been?" the teacher demanded angrily. This in itself drew most of the attention away from me.

"I had to go to the toilet." Michael replied meekly. He rushed to an empty seat and sat down, keeping his coat on.

The teacher glared at him angrily but seemed to accept his excuse, but added, "Well take off your coat, at least make it look like you're staying!"

Michael look round nervously before unzipping his coat and sliding it off his shoulders. "What happened to you?" the teacher asked, now starting to sound very angry at the extended interruption. Everyone was already looking at Michael, but now some of the boys started shifting in their seats or leaning over to look at him more closely. The front of his shirt and his tie were soaking wet. He had obviously attempted to wash the cum off of his clothing but not had time to dry himself off. "Well? What happened?"

"I... erm... well..." Michael mumbled, trying to think of a believable excuse. "I was washing my hands but I turned the tap on too fast and it splashed me." I have to admit, it sounded like a very plausible excuse to me. Regardless of its plausibility, it prompted a loud round of laughter from the class.

"Quiet!" the teacher bellowed. He began the lesson and it seemed my momentary embarrassment had been pretty much forgotten as nobody was looking round at me anymore.

With the focus taken off of me, I would have loved to jerk off, to finally relieve some pressure but I still didn't dare do it in my own body. Instead I decided to focus on the lesson and hope that taking my mind off of it would make the boner go down.

After no more than a few seconds of focussing on the lesson, I realised it was just never going to happen. Instead something else popped into my mind... my next victim. My embarrassment may have been quickly forgotten by everybody else, but for me it was still very raw. From the embarrassment, anger grew; anger over the cause of the situation. It had been Mark who pointed out my arousal to the rest of the class, which meant he would have to pay for it.

I started silently planning revenge on Mark, I was determined to make this the worst I'd done yet. As ideas began popping up, I realised this would take a little time. Mark was going to suffer ultimate humiliation!

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, Michael received a little teasing after the class finished, but I snuck away to avoid any further attention.

After school finished, I made my way home. It wasn't until after I'd had dinner and done my homework that I was able to try anything else. My parents were pretty strict about homework so I had to do it downstairs and then pack my bag for the next day before I was allowed to do my own thing. Frustratingly, I still had not had a chance to relieve myself of the near-permanent boner. Hiding it wasn't easy either.

When I finally got up into my room, cumming was all that was on my mind, I felt like I could cum about twenty times. I was about to take my clothes off and take care of business when my curiosity got the better of me again. Whilst online, wanking of course, a few weeks earlier I had looked into the subject of male multiple orgasms. I had tried it out for myself, just carrying on wanking after I had cum but my cock was just too sensitive to continue. The article I had read about it had suggested that about half of pre-pubescent boys were able to achieve multiple orgasms due to the absence of ejaculation. It suddenly hit me that I was finally able to try it out for myself.

I needed a test subject. The most obvious choice was my little brother Danny, but right now he was still sat downstairs watching TV with my parents. The next best option was Liam. Liam was an eleven-year-old boy in the same class as Danny who lived across the street.

I resisted touching myself and focussed on Liam. After the rushing sensation passed, I found myself sat in a room I had never seen before, a video game controller held tightly in my hands. I took a quick look round to make sure I was alone; fortunately I was, Liam had been playing video games alone in his room when I took control.

I put down the controller and stood, moving over to the long mirror on the front of the wardrobe in the corner. Liam was pretty cute, dark blonde hair cut quite short, deep blue eyes, cute freckles and an adorable smile. It struck me that the smile was actually my won, but it was surprising how different my own smile looked on Liam's face.

Not wanting to waste any time, I pulled off the tee-shirt Liam was wearing to reveal his smooth pale body. I ran my hand over my stomach and chest, shuddering slightly as I gently caressed the hardening nipples. Next I undid the button on the jeans and unzipped the fly before letting them drop to my ankles and stepping out of them. I was now staring at Liam in the mirror dressed in just a small pair of white briefs. My arousal was showing as a small erection was clearly visible in the small underwear. I slid the briefs off too and stood there naked.

It was strange to see the undeveloped body stood there. It had not been that long since my own body had looked like that, but my development had been so gradual that the difference didn't seem to stand out quite so much until now. Liam had either just started to develop or was going to be very gifted down below as his young boner already stood at a proud four inches.

I tore myself away from the stimulating view and lay down on the bed, quickly wrapping Liam's young hand around his cock. It felt incredible as I started stroking my fingers up and down his small shaft. I was so turned on that it didn't take long before I felt the warm tightening in the base of the cock. Before I knew it, waves of pleasure were flowing through me as I reached climax.

I was panting and shaking as the orgasm began to subside. For a moment I almost forgot why I came to that particular body as I nearly let go of the twitching dick. Instead I began stroking again, not slowly like I had originally started but rapidly, keen to see if I could orgasm again straight after. It felt absolutely incredible as I could already feel the next one building. I was trying my best to keep quiet but I couldn't help moaning quietly with pleasure.

About a minute of stroking later, it began once again and I felt the small cock spasming between my fingers, new jolts of ecstasy intensifying the experience even further. Two orgasms in two minutes had been an incredible feeling, but I wasn't going to end it there. I had continued wanking right through the second dry-cum and didn't stop there.

I just kept masturbating, Liam's cock feeling gradually more and more sensitive; not as much as my own cock does after ejaculation, but enough to start feeling slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't going to stop my marathon as the delight I was experiencing was unlike anything I had felt before.

It continued in waves, masturbation, orgasm, masturbation, orgasm. As the feelings intensified, the orgasms had got closer together and lasted just a little longer. The sixth dry-cum was only just subsiding when I felt the seventh begin. I had now reached the point where my wanking was now resulting in one unending intense orgasm. I had stopped moaning quietly with pleasure and was now virtually shouting my satisfaction.

They weren't stopping; eight, nine, ten, eleven orgasms. I had just began what I thought was my twelfth (it was hard to tell now they had all begun to merge) when I finally had to stop wanking. The rapidly-tiring cock had now just got too sensitive to stroke any more. I let go and enjoyed the last few moments of the final fading climax, my heaving chest covered in a fine sheen of perspiration as I panted heavily, loud moans now back to a gentle whimper. It had been even more intense to hear the moans and shouts in Liam's voice.

I was just starting to recover from the experience when suddenly Liam's door swung open. "Liam, are you okay, I heard...." The distraction shocked me back into my own body, it had been a woman's voice so I assumed it was Liam's mum. What must she have thought to walk in and find her son naked on his bed, cock still standing stiffly between his fingers. And poor Liam, suddenly awakening to find himself naked in front of his mum.

I didn't really have much time to think about Liam's situation as something strange began happening to my own body as soon as I returned. I was as hard as I had been when I left it, but once I was back I felt something happening. Quickly I undid my own jeans and pulled out my painfully hard cock.

I'm not sure whether it was a result of the dozen orgasms I had just experienced in Liam's body, or perhaps the constant state of arousal I had been in all day, but without even a single stroke I found myself ejaculating. It was no ordinary orgasm though. The one I had last night after jerking off in my neighbour's body had been the most intensely I had cum in my life. This, however, made that feel like nothing!

My entire body tensed, my back arching as the first shot erupted from my rock-hard dick. It shot out like a shotgun going off and hit the ceiling, I would have stared at it in amazement had I not been a little preoccupied. The second shot was almost as strong, shooting up and over my head to hit the wall just below the ceiling. More and more shots followed; each one splatting against the wall and splashing messily. Each following shot got gradually shorter but felt just as incredible. Soon the wall was covered in sticky splashes of cum, it was dripping off the headboard of my bed, my face and hair were drenched and there were large puddles of spunk covering my tee-shirt.

When it finally stopped, the last few dribbles pooling on my soaked tee-shirt, I was left breathless. I couldn't believe how incredible it had been, especially as it had caught me completely by surprise. I was still breathing heavily when I tried to get up, but as I swung my legs round off the bed, I staggered across the room. My legs had actually gone weak from the insane ejaculation. I turned and look at the mess I had made, seeing my cum dripping off the ceiling and down the wall was almost enough to re-harden my softening cock. Considering I had experienced fifteen orgasms, including two public ejaculations and what could only be described as a human fountain of cum, it was amazing that there was any life left in my cock at all.

I pulled off the spunk-soaked tee-shirt then climbed up on the bed and used it to clean the ceiling and wall. Throwing it aside I lay back down on the bed, completely exhausted after the day's erotic events. I started considering what I was going to do to Mark, but before I could form much of a plan I fell asleep.

Next: Chapter 4: Possession 4


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