Date: Fri, 28 May 2010 21:11:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: I Know What's On Your Mind

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this is not
to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally
offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty.

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk
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I Know What's On Your Mind
by
Alexander

Chapter 1.

The whole of my family were into ghosts and ghost-hunting, although my
parents would be seriously pissed off if they heard me or my brother say
that. They were into things like spiritualism and stuff like that and so
they had to be called 'spectres' or 'presences', but ghosts is what David
and me called them – it was more scarier! Anyway, we'd moved into this
small village on the Isle of Thanet, which is on the s e corner of
England. Dad said it was so's he could be nearer his job, but Davis and me
were convinced it was because it was supposed to have more ghosts per
square mile than anywhere else in the county.

What was really scary was that the name of the area, Thanet, probably came
from the Greek word 'Thanatos' for 'death'. Not death like in dead, but the
name of a person, like Eros is the god of love. That's what a few people
said anyway. The alternative which most people believe is that the word
came from 'Thane', meaning a landowner in Saxon times. David and me
rubbished that idea: living on the Isle of Death was much more exciting.

Because the area was so quiet and not many people lived there, mum and dad
were OK with Dave and me riding our bikes round the country lanes by
ourselves, even though we were only 13 and 14 years old. For some reason,
David, who is younger than me is bigger and stronger than I am, but I don't
care that much 'cause I'm brainier than him – mostly anyway. Well, one
day we were exploring around the lanes when we came across an old,
broken-down gateway with brick pillars and strong iron gates that were half
fallen down. On the pillars was written 'Thanet House' and 'Danger Keep
Out'. Needless to say, we rode our bikes down the over-grown drive to see
what we could find. Hidden from the road around a bend and almost covered
by trees we stopped in awe at the sight of an old, old house, all ruined
and falling down. A boy's paradise!

Taking not much more than a cursory glance at the outside of the 200-year
old building, Dave and me dropped our bikes on the path and clambered in
through the nearest broken window. Talk about neat, it was fantastic! There
was dust, dirt, cobwebs and shit everywhere. It took us all of five minutes
to quickly explore the ground floor, raising a serious dust storm as we
did, and then excitedly climbing the stairs to see what else we could find.

Mostly it was like downstairs, but with a long corridor running the whole
length of the building. We were getting towards the end of it when I
suddenly felt a cold shiver run through me, and stopped. I turned to Dave
who'd stopped just behind me.

"You feel it?" I said quietly.

He nodded.

The feeling we had was one we'd felt often enough when we were having a
sιance, a feeling that told us there was a ghost nearby. We weren't
frightened or anything of course, we were well used to them, but it was
strange because we weren't even thinking about that sort of stuff and you
always had to concentrate to feel any spirits that were knocking about.

Shrugging his shoulders, Dave pushed me forward. Our excitement had gone
now, we were exploring seriously, and nervously. Right down at the end of
the corridor was a door, and unlike any other in the house, it was
closed. Approaching the door gingerly, I felt the presence get
stronger. Deciding it was David's turn to take the lead, I grabbed his arm
and pushed him in front.

"Wimp!" he grinned, but I could tell he was a bit nervous all the same.

He pushed on the door, but it didn't budge. Stepping back, he looked at it
more closely.

"There's no lock," he said. "Just this wooden latch thing which's bust
anyway. Come on, give me a hand."

Try as we might, there was no way that door was going to open – it
didn't give a millimetre.

"Bugger it!" Dave said, giving it a final, frustrated kick.

We resumed exploring the rest of the house, but didn't find much else of
interest except more dirt and dust. Climbing back out of the same window, I
looked at Dave and giggled.

"Mum'll kill us," I sniggered.

We were covered from head to foot in grime, our hair turned from brown to
grey by the dust and our clothes badly soiled.

"Shit!" Dave grinned back, trying to brush away the dirt but only
succeeding in rubbing it in more.

"I don't think anyone's been in that house for years and years," David said
as we were riding home. "There wasn't even any empty fag packets or beer
tins around, so not even any kids have been in there."

"Yeah, that's odd," I agreed and let the matter drop.

Thankfully, mum was more amused than pissed off when she saw us and just
pushed us off to our bathroom.

As we stripped off and piled our dirty clothes in the corner, David asked
me if I thought the house was haunted.

"Dunno," I said, stepping under the shower to join David. "There's
something there though."

"Yeah. Wanna go back?"

"Probl'y." I passed the shampoo to him and said, "Hair?"

Taking the bottle, he started to wash my hair for me. Being brothers and
sharing the same bedroom and bathroom, showering together was the norm and
we almost always washed each other's back and hair. When we were younger we
used to get erections and stuff, but we don't now 'cause we're so used to
seeing each other without any clothes on. The only interest we had in each
other from that point of view was watching our dicks get bigger and hair
grow round 'em, David yet again beating me to it by getting a big hairy
bush round his before me. We jacked off most nights, each in our own bed,
ignoring any noises from across the room. In fact we'd never even touched
each other down there except once in a blue moon when one or other of us
had found a new wanking technique or we were counting hairs. The only
slightly kinky thing we ever did was to watch each other jerk off
sometimes, like when we were watching a film or something.

Over dinner we were telling mum and dad about the house and the feeling I
had when dad looked up and said, "I've heard a bit about Thanet House. None
of the locals will go anywhere near it because they say it's haunted and
bad things happen there. Some of them say there was a murder there years
ago. All rubbish of course."

"What about the door?" I asked. "We couldn't shift it."

"The house has probably moved a bit. Jammed the door in the frame or
something. Don't go trying to open it, the ceiling might come down. Timber
framed houses aren't that safe."

I shrugged my shoulders and pushed the matter to the back of my mind.

Until later that night. Dave and me were in bed and I was thinking about
the house again, and gently stroking my dick under the bed clothes. As my
mind turned towards the question of the locked door, my dick got really
hard and I began to jack off in earnest, working it up and down as hard as
I could, the image of the door fixed at the front of my mind.

"Oh fuck!" I almost shouted as I had the biggest and best cum I'd had for
ages.

From across the darkened room, I heard Dave giggle and whisper, "Good one?"

"Piss off!" I replied between breaths, "Made a bloody great mess."

"Here," he said quietly, "Catch."

I caught the rag he used to clean himself up with, noting interestedly that
it was already damp.

Chapter 2.

Dave and I went our separate ways the following day: he had arranged to
play cricket with some friends he'd made in the village and I to ride
around on my bike.

Having nothing better to do, I made my way back to Thanet House to have
another look around.

As soon as I climbed through the window, I felt it straight away – the
same sensation I had yesterday, almost as if the house knew I was there. I
stopped and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling. It didn't feel
malicious or dangerous – if anything it seemed glad that I'd come back.

When I went upstairs, I was astounded to see the mysterious door half
open. Yesterday nothing could've shifted it. Today it was ajar. Carefully I
stepped towards it, remembering what Dad had said about the ceiling falling
down. It seemed OK as far as I could tell so I pushed the door open as far
as I could. Peering inside, I stared in surprise. Unlike the rest of the
house, this room still had furniture in it. A rough, hand-made bed, a
built-in cupboard, a chest-of-drawers and a solitary wooden chair, all of
which must be as old as the house I guessed. And also unlike the rest of
the house, there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere: it was as if the room had
been freshly cleaned. Venturing over the threshold, I took a single step
into the room and as nothing happened, went all the way in. As I searched
through the drawers and cupboards I felt a tingling in my groin, one which
I always got when excited. I moved away from the disappointingly empty
cupboard and sat on the bed, feeling what must've been a horse-hair
mattress underneath me, rock-hard and unyielding to the touch. The tingly
feeling in my groin got worse and I sub-consciously dropped a hand down. To
my immense surprise, I found that I actually had an erection – and a
really hard one at that. Idly, I stroked it from outside my jeans as I
stared around. The itch got worse and I decided there was only one thing I
could do to relieve it.

Laying back on the mattress, I unzipped and worked my cock out, letting it
stand up straight. I stared at it for a moment, thinking how nice it looked
with pre-cum glistening in the sunlight. Happily, I began to jack off, my
mind full of erotic thoughts and self-satisfaction. I hardly noticed that
as I got nearer and nearer to my orgasm that the pictures flashing through
my mind were those of my brother and other boys I knew, all of whom were
bollock-naked and doing the same thing I was. With a painful shudder and an
even more painful ache in my balls, my spunk shot out like bullets, arcing
high in the air and coming down to splatter all over the mattress.

"Jesus!" I thought inappropriately, "That fuckin' hurt!"  "Good though," I
smiled to myself as I regained some strength. "Even better than last
night."

As my dick wilted, I had the distinct impression that the ghost, or
whatever it was, was also very happy as I seemed to be enveloped in a warm,
cosy glow and a definite (but odd) feeling of gratitude.

As I slowly rode my bike home, I thought about what had happened back at
the house. Having a wank was no big deal; sensing the feelings in the house
wasn't too odd either, but the two together coupled with the definite
feeling of immense satisfaction from 'the ghost' was intriguing. Having a
good wank was the most pleasurable things in my life, after food that is,
and the one I'd had just now was certainly a record-beater. The only thing
I could possibly do was try it again tomorrow.

* * * * *

"Go back to the house today?" David asked as we lay in our beds.

"Yeah, the door was open today though."

"What?" Dave said, his interest suddenly awakened. "Why didn't you tell me
before?"

"You never asked!" I replied in the time-honoured fashion.

"But ..." he started to say, then changed his mind. "Something happened,
didn't it?"

I felt myself blush, grateful that in the gloom, he couldn't see it.

"Well," I said. "There's some furniture in the room, and a bed."

Bearing in mind that we were both in bed playing with our dicks, there was
only one conclusion he could come to.

"You didn't!" he laughed. "Dirty sod!"

"Yeah, well!" I replied lamely.

"Going back tomorrow?" he asked.

"Probably. Wanna come?"

Another giggle before he said, "Yeah, wouldn't mind."

Shortly thereafter I heard a moaned 'Fuck', followed by a quiet "G'night!"

I continued stroking my own dick lazily as I gave David time to settle
down. As I thought about the self-induced pleasure I was about to treat
myself to, I was surprised to find myself thinking about boys again –
just like I had back at the house. And again it made my cock harden just
that little bit more as I began to stroke it in earnest.

The cum wasn't as spectacular as the other ones, but it was healthy enough
to make me want to yell out in delight. I only just managed to stuff my
face into the pillow in time.

* * * * *

It was with mixed feelings that I went with Dave to the house the following
morning. I really wanted to try that wank-thing again to see if it was just
as good, but with David there, I had no chance. Still, he was my brother
and we'd discovered the place together, so I guess he had every right,
pissed off though it made me.

The aura I felt as we climbed the stairs was even better than before –
it was positively warm and somehow calming, as if it was welcoming us with
open arms. With a sigh of relief, I saw the door was still open and I let
Big Bro. go through it first.

"Wow!" he said, looking round, "This stuff's really old."

"Draws are empty," I told him as he tried a couple of them. "And the bed's
as hard as nails."

Dave pressed the mattress experimentally and agreed with me. Then he
noticed something which I'd missed. Pointing a finger at several
grey-coloured spots scattered around the middle of it, he looked at me and
smirked, "Dirty bugger!"

Almost instantly I felt the familiar tingle start up.

"Shit!" I mouthed to myself as I put a hand inside my trousers to confirm
that I was as hard as I thought I was. I was looking at Dave, hoping that
he hadn't noticed when to my shock I saw a spectral shape standing next to
the bed. It didn't scare me any, I somehow knew it was friendly, but the
sight of it made me gasp.

"What?" David said, looking worried for a moment. He obviously couldn't see
what I did.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking."

"I bet," he grinned and carried on examining the room. He paused for a
second and looked at me. "You feel anything?" he asked curiously

"Yeah. Like somebody's here. Doesn't feel bad though. Sorta friendly."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," David said turning back to the cupboard.

The ghost-thing drifted towards me and stopped right in front of my
face. It was a boy, about my age I guess, and dressed in clothes that were
about ten years out of date. He had a slight, wistful smile and a friendly,
open face. Tentatively I stretched a hand out. The instant I touched
whatever it was, I felt an intense feeling of loneliness, mixed up with
ones of joy and happiness. I pulled my hand back, shocked at the feelings.

The image came closer and reached out a hand to mine. As soon as we made
contact, I felt the same feelings again, but this time with a distinct
impression that he wanted to tell me something. I freed my mind up like we
do at the sιances and was amazed to get a feeling of immense joy from the
spectre.

"I knew you'd be OK," it said directly into my brain. "I just knew it. And
you're pleased too!"

I knew precisely what he meant and automatically glanced down at the
immense bulge straining in my over-tight jeans. Feeling more than a little
embarrassed, I glanced over at Dave who was still playing about with the
cupboards and drawers, his neat bum stretching his jeans to the limit. I
had a sudden desperate urge to rip his trousers off, throw him on the bed
and wank him silly.

"Go on," the boy said. "Ask him."

I didn't need to know what. "You got a tingle as well?" I said to David,
the sentence suddenly popping into my mind.

"What you say?" he said, turning to face me. A reply wasn't necessary any
more as I could clearly see that he had. He was also blushing furiously,
alternating his glances between my own bulge and his own.

"Touch him," I heard.

Without saying a word, I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, Shit!" he moaned.

Never in a million years would I have thought that I would do what I did
next. Moving my hand from his shoulder down to his trousers, I slowly
unfastened his belt, slid his zip down and put my hand inside his pants.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned as he reached down to my waist.

Somehow we fell onto the bed and frantically pushed our jeans and undies
down to our ankles, dicks now beautifully erect and tantalizingly
close. Simultaneously we reached down and took hold of each other's dicks,
feeling for the first time in years their soft hardnesses and silky-smooth
textures.

Slowly at first, but with a rapidly increasing fervour we jacked each other
off, our arms round each other's shoulders, embracing one another as never
before.

"Cumming!" David shouted out.

"Cumming!" I yelled.

"Cumming!" I heard a youthful voice scream somewhere in my mind.

David and I stared at the wilting cocks held in our hands, splodges of cum
splattered everywhere, stunned by the totally unexpected and unlooked for
turn of events. We were both acutely embarrassed and avoided looking at
each other.

"I don't believe we just did that," David said, glancing down at our now
flaccid dicks and cum-speckled thighs. "Don't fuckin' believe it!"

"You liked it though," something made me say.

David looked at me oddly for a second then nodded slowly.

"Don't you ever tell a fuckin' soul," he mumbled.

I giggled. "Who the fuck am I gonna tell? Mum and dad? Your mates?"

David, apparently over the shock by now, gave me a hug and whispered,
"Forget it. It was good."

Over in the corner of the room, I saw an ecstatic-looking ghost, his face
wreathed in smiles as he stared at us.

"That was something else," he signalled straight into my
mind. "Un-fucking-believable!"


Chapter 3.

As usual, David and I didn't get a chance to talk properly until we were in
our room getting ready for bed. For the first time ever, he deliberately
turned his back on me as he undressed.

"David," I said to his naked back.

He turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder.

"I dare you to turn round."

Slowly he turned, revealing his embarrassingly erect cock.

Giggling, I dropped my jeans and showed him mine. "Snap!" I grinned.

He visibly relaxed and even managed a half-smile before he climbed into
bed.

"You OK with today?" I asked half an hour later, the events still playing
on my mind.

"Yeah, I guess." he said. "I don't know how or why it happened, but it was
OK."

"Would you do it again?" I pressed on, feeling a bit nervous now.

"Suppose so, if you wanted."

"When? Now?"

"You serious?" he said quietly.

"Only if you are," I whispered.

"Whose bed?" he asked.

"Yours," I laughed, throwing my covers back and leaping across to him.

There isn't much room for two in a single bed, which made it all the more
exciting as we cuddled up close, hands buried in our groins, working their
magic.

"It's that room isn't it?" David said as he felt around my balls. "It did
something to us."

"Yeah, it must've done," I whispered, stroking his hair with one hand and
jacking him with the other. "You objecting?"

"Dunno. Beats jacking yourself off all the time though," he sniggered as he
put a hand on my dick.

"You haven't got to, if you don't want," I whispered, lying through my
teeth.

"Try and stop me now," he laughed as he gave me a rather painful
squeeze. "Just pray that the 'rents don't ever find out!"

It wasn't anywhere near as comfortable in the small bed as it had been
earlier on the bigger one at the house, but nevertheless we managed to
enjoy each other immensely for the next half-hour, and in ways that just
24-hours ago, I would never have believed. My sexual fantasies, the few
that I had, revolved about my right hand with the occasional stimulation
from big-titted girls in films or on the TV. Now, they centred around my
brother, and interestingly, all the other boys I knew.

I turned these thoughts over in my mind as I stumbled back from David's
bed, my dick now very soft and very tender.

* * * * *

"You coming out for a bike-ride today?" I asked innocently over breakfast.

"I'd like to," David said seriously, "But I promised to see some lads down
the village. Come tomorrow though," he added with a wink.

I was a bit pissed off not to have Dave for company, but on the other hand
it would give me time to try and discover more about my invisible
friend. Feeling more excited than I strictly aught to, I rode my bike to
the house as fast as I could, my cock already half-hard.

I put my head round the door of the room, looking anxiously for signs of
him. Nothing. Feeling somehow cheated, I went across to the bed and sat
down.

"Hi!" I sensed.

Sat next to me was the boy, looking much more cheerful than he did
yesterday.

"Hi yourself," I said, not feeling at all stupid talking to a ghost.

"Did you like it yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah, it was good," I replied.

"Stop!" he laughed. "You haven't actually got to say anything. Just think
it across to me."

"Think it ..." I started to say. Then just thought it instead.

"That's it. Near enough anyway. Neat trick ain't it! You gotta think it
hard though else I can't get it."

"You can't read my mind can you?" I thought, scared at what he might find
there.

"No. You gotta think of me when you say anything and that's all I
get. Until we've had some practice anyway."

"Who are you?" I began by asking.

"Charlie," he sent back. "Charlie Anderson."

"Hi. My names ..."

"I know who you are, silly. And I know your brother's called David. Did you
like what I did for you yesterday?"

"You did that?" I said, knowing now that he had.

"'Course. You and him wouldn't, well, you know, have done it by yourselves
would you?"

"No, 'spose not. But why?"

" 'Cause I like doing what you did. Or used to when I was alive," he added
sadly.

"You are dead then?"

"'Course. Either that or I'm seriously underfed." he laughed.

"How? Why?" I flashed.

"Bit of a long story. When I was alive, me and some of my mates used to
come up here to, you know, mess about a bit. Sometimes just me and one
mate, sometimes four or five of us. My nickname was Boner," he
giggled. "And I bet I've wanked off every boy in the village at least
twice," he went on. "And stuck my dick up the arses of nearly half of 'em."

"So, what happened to you?" I asked, my mind boggling at what he'd just
told me.

"Tried it on with the wrong person. We had two new boys in the village,
cousins or something, and I got one of 'em to come up here with me. He
didn't want to do anything at first, but I sorta made him. He couldn't
manage anything though, his dick wouldn't get hard but then he said that
he'd come back tomorrow when he was more in the mood and we could do it
then. When he came back, he brung his cousin with him and they knocked me
about a lot, then locked me in that cupboard. When the villagers came here
to search for me, they never found me in there and I died. Fifteen year ago
now."

"But there's no body in there," I said.

"No. One of the boys got scared and told the police where I was and they
came and took my body away."

"But you're still here, or your ghost is, or whatever."

"Yeah. That's the bit I don't really understand. You can only get spirits
in certain places; something to do with the right sort of water, and Ley
lines, and magnetism and stuff. Nothing to do with the houses or anything,
it depends how and where you died. Most of us float around in the open air
and aren't ever noticed. But why some people turn into spirits and others
don't, I've no idea."

"So you've been stuck here ever since ..."

"Oh, no. I can move from one place to another, but only along those lines
to another place. Don't do it much though, I like it here. Nice memories,"
he giggled.

I glanced at my watch, thinking that we'd been talking for ages and it must
be about time I went home for lunch. Much to my surprise, only ten minutes
had passed.

"Thinking's much faster than speaking," Charlie told me, "Nearly instant."

"Wow!" I thought, impressed. Then I had another thought.

"Yesterday, when David and me jacked off, you got ..." I didn't know how to
put it.

"Yeah," he flashed guiltily. " I shoulda told you. If I touch you, or am
very close to you I can feel what you do, and make you do and think some
things. When you spunked up, I felt it just like you did – and I haven't
felt anything like that since I, ... well, you know!"

"What, it's fifteen years since ... Oh shit! You poor bugger! I'd die if I
couldn't have a wank every day."

Charlie laughed hard at this, and it took me a minute to work out what I'd
said to make him crease up. "Sorry!" I giggled. "Didn't mean it like that!"

"Do it for me now?" he asked, almost pleadingly.

"What? Wank? Dunno if I can. I gotta be in the right mood."

"I can help there, no problem," Charlie flashed, and I got the tingly thing
back.

"Fuckin' magic!" I thought as my dick sprang to life.

"Wait. There's more," I heard. "But take your things off first."

Eager to see what he had in mind, I stripped off, lay on the bed and
grabbed my tool in anticipation.

"Think of the person you wanna mess with most," I felt. "Boy," he added
giggling.

That wasn't difficult. Andrew James was in my class and had a truly
good-looking cock, one which more boys than me had perved over at some time
or another. He had more hair than anyone else in the class, and his
beautiful dick curved over his balls in a way that somehow just begged to
be held. Half-hard, I knew it was at least four inches. Unfortunately he
was as straight as a die, but that only made him more attractive as far as
I was concerned.

"Oh Fuck!" I groaned as a perfect image of the both of us sprang to mind,
naked, laying on a bed and wanking each other off gently and tenderly.

A hand I was sure wasn't my own flew up and down my shaft, my back arched
up from the bed and I moaned in ecstasy, lost completely in a blissful
world consisting of no one except me and Andrew...

"Oh Shit!" I screamed as I shot my achingly painful load out, a long string
of wonderful, mind-blowing cum reaching from chin to groin. Totally
drained, I collapsed on the bed, chest heaving and eyes glazed.

"Sorry about that," I heard Charlie gasp. "Didn't know I could do that."

"Wha ...?" I tried to say, my eyes refusing to focus and my brain a useless
mish-mash.

"That. I was fixing the pictures in your mind when I found myself right
inside you, tossing you off and making you think it was Andrew."

In his own way, Charlie was just as shell-shocked as I was, obviously
shaken by his newly-discovered talent.

"Don't wanna do that too often," I said with feeling. "Nearly fuckin'
killed me!"

"Welcome to the club," Charlie sniggered. "But seriously, we gotta try that
again."

"Sod that!" I said, but a corner of my mind decided that perhaps it wasn't
such a bad idea, especially if he could do what he just did, but a bit
sorta easier.

"OK," I agreed nervously. "Try it now if you want, but you gotta promise
not to do anything silly or stupid. Oh, and don't wank me again, it's a bit
sore!"

"Right," agreed Charlie." You've got to let me into your mind though, and I
don't know how you do that."

Neither did I, but having agreed, I tried my best. It was like trying to
open a door with a bunch of keys, you had to try all of them before you
found the one that fitted. I tried to think of all sorts of things which I
thought might work, but none of them did. I gave up in frustration

I rolled over and looked at Charlie.

"Sorry," I said. "It didn't work."

"Take a look at yourself," Charlie signalled.

At first I hadn't a clue what he meant until I realised that I was dressed
properly, my pants and trousers having been pulled up and fastened.

"You?" I asked dazedly.

"Yep. Good, innit!" he laughed.

I wasn't too sure. Having someone else in charge of your body was
frightening, especially if you hadn't a clue as to what it had been doing
in your absence.

Charlie sensed that I wasn't altogether happy and he changed the
subject. "Can I try something else?" he asked. "Nothing as hairy as
that. Just let me hold on to your arm and see if you can take me outside."

That seemed harmless enough and so I did as he asked. In fact we got almost
as far as the gate when Charlie accidentally let go of me for a
second. Instantly, he was gone. I stared around, panicking a bit: there was
no sign of him anywhere. The only other place he could possibly be, I
reasoned, was back in the room and so I ran there as fast as I could.

Thankfully he was there, looking thoughtful. "Works," he said. "Just as
long as I don't let go."

"Great!" I said, "Now that is something worth being able to do. You can get
out and about now."

I was pleased for him, really pleased. I still couldn't get over the fact
that he hadn't had a wank for fifteen years: he had a lot to make up for
and I was more than pleased to help in anyway I could. Well, almost. The
body-swap thing was scary.

"I'm knackered," I said. "Gotta go home. See you tomorrow."

"Sure, I'm not going anywhere. Try and bring David."

"OK, I'll try."


Chapter 4.

I was totally fucked I realised as I set off homewards. The wank I'd had
was more exhausting than I thought, brilliant though it was. I rode my bike
slowly, letting the unbelievable events of the morning work their way
through my mind.

Firstly, and above all else, I was acutely aware of the change in me. From
becoming a nerdy, sexually naive teenager just a few days ago, I was now
becoming an out and out sexaholic: more than that, I was probably a gay
one. That bit I wasn't too sure about as I hadn't tried the other yet, but
I was in no hurry to do so. For the time being, I was happy with what I
had. Whether it was the influence of Charlie, the influence of the house,
or my hormones waking up at last I wasn't sure and I didn't care that much
either. Just being alive with a working dick was great fun.

Then there was Charlie of course. Under different circumstances, my parents
would've been over the moon with my discovery of a real, live (well, you
know what I mean!) spectre. They both said that they'd met with, and spoken
to, spectres. I had no reason to doubt them of course, but I'll bet that
neither of them had had anything like the experience I'd had. And I had to
keep it secret! As a teenager, I had plenty of practice in that direction
though and it wasn't a problem. The other thing bothering me was the body
change thing. I wasn't too keen on that, for obvious reasons, but then I
hadn't given it any proper thought yet – there must be something in it
for me apart from a heart-stopping wank. Perhaps a compromise somehow?

I had lots of unanswered questions rattling around my mind but I put them
aside as I parked my bike and went into the house in search of food.

After we'd had lunch, I was at a bit of a loose end and hadn't planned on
doing very much except to watch TV for a while. David, though, wanted to
know if I'd found anything at the house, so we went for a walk into the
village.

"What, no bikes?" he complained.

"Naah, don't feel like it."

"What, wanked too hard on the bed did you?" he sniggered. "Bit tender are
we?"

"No," I laughed. "I banged my balls on the crossbar."

"Ouch!" he grinned, "Hurts don't it! Anyway, tell me all."

"Not much to tell. The door was still open but nothing else had changed so
I went exploring in the woods. Not much there either."

"Boring!" Said Dave. "I found out something though."

"What?"

"Spanner told me," he started, pointing to a boy smoking a cigarette
outside the pub his dad ran.  "Dad was right. There was a murder in that
house years and years and years ago. He says that a boy was killed there
because he was gay."

My ears pricked up and I listened carefully. "You're joking!" I said.

"That's what Spanner told me. There used to be this boy who, you know,
fooled about with the other boys. Called Charlie something-or-other. Then
two tough kids found out and beat him to death."

"What kids?" I asked. "They still around?"

"No. The cops found 'em and arrested 'em."

"Interesting," I said. "P'raps that's why we felt something in there."

"Yeah. I bet it was that gay boy stuck there for ever and ever. First he's
gay, then gets killed and then he's a ghost. Sucks don't it," David said
with feeling.

By now we were at the park so we sat on a bench and watched the other kids
playing football.

The story about Charlie had obviously hit home and we both sat quietly for
a couple of minutes. Idly I watched the football game, my eyes wandering
from boy to boy with an interest I'd never had before. Groins first, then
face. If the face was right, back to the groin for a closer look, watching
their balls move as they ran round the pitch.

"You're perving!" David giggled, waking me out of my reverie with a thump
on the arm.

"Bollocks!" I said, giving him the answer he expected.

"OK. Boywatching. Which one do you fancy?"

I turned to face him, ready to give him a brotherly slap.

"Only joking!" he grinned, holding his hands in the air. "But IF you were
interested, which one?"

Deciding to play along, I nodded at a good-looking lad wearing a Chelsea
shirt.

"Mark. He's OK. Definitely straight though," David informed me.

"How'd you know?"

" 'Cause I see him at cricket and he never bothers to hide his tackle. And
never gets a boner either," he smiled.

"And you called me a perv!" I laughed, feeling just a twinge of
jealousy. "Anyway, it's your turn, which one?"

His eyes flashed instantly to a kid I knew, but then just as quickly went
to someone else.

"Him," he said pointing to a boy I'd never seen before and neither had
David I don't think.

"Crap!" I laughed. "You looked at Derrick first, I saw you!"

David coloured up and looked suitably embarrassed. Knowing my brother, it
didn't take a genius to work out why.

"You haven't!" I gasped. "Honestly?"

He nodded, and dropped his head onto his chest, a wry smile crossing his
face.

"When?" I asked, a bit more seriously. "Come on, no secrets."

"After cricket a couple of times. Dunno how it happened quite, but we just
sorta did it after everyone else had gone."

"Whaddya mean 'just sorta did it'? Couple of times?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" he whispered.

"Course I fuckin' won't. Who'm I gonna tell anyway?"

"He started it. He got a 'rection in the showers and I got one as well. We
just looked at each other and waited until they'd all gone. Then we just
sorta did it."

"And now you do it every time," I said lightly.

He nodded again, his grin broadening.

"Lucky sod, at least you're getting some!"

"I'm bigger than you," he laughed, punching me on the arm. "In any case,
you got me whenever you want."

From the look he gave me, I knew he was being serious and meant what he
said.

"Thanks!" I mouthed at him, just as seriously, our eyes confirming the
unspoken promise.

"Come on," he said, breaking the mood. "It's tea-time and I'm bloody
starving."

"When aren't you?" I said. "Race you!"

Having got the awkwardness of the sex thing between us out of the way,
David and me were closer than we had been for ages, not that we'd ever been
very far apart anyway. The subtle change in our relationship was picked up
by our parents though, that same night much to our surprise.

"What's got into you two tonight?" dad asked.

"Nothing. Why?" we asked.

"You're being polite to each other. Or at least as polite as you two can
be."

"Big Brother's grown up," I said.

"So's Little Brother," David chipped in.

Dad simply smiled in confusion, shook his head and went back to the TV.

* * * * *

As we had our showers that night, I took the opportunity to take a good
look at my brother. OK, I'd seen his nude body hundreds of times and
sometimes envied his more mature and muscular build. He was the same height
as me more or less, but a good few pounds heavier. His hair was darker than
mine and he had more of it, especially where it counted. All of this I
knew. What I was staring at now was a new and different David – a David
I hadn't noticed before.

His eyes were a lovely dark brown, his face perfect and adorable and smooth
as a babies bum. His body taught and solid with a nicely developed
six-pack. Between his long legs nestled a perfect little cock, emerging
proudly from a forest of curly hair, exactly the same colour as that on his
head. Well, the cock wasn't that little to be honest I decided. Three or
four inches of beautiful pink flesh, which expanded to at least five, if
not six, inches when it was aroused. All this above a pair of balls which
hung down low, just begging to be stroked and fondled. I watched,
fascinated, as his dick started to rise.

" 'Scuse me!" I heard from a million miles away. "When you've finished with
it, can you spare a minute to wash my hair?"

I looked at David, blushing deeply.

"Ssss – sorry," I stumbled out, acutely embarrassed.

"Hey, don't sweat it," he laughed. "I like making you jealous!"

"Yeah. Well." I muttered, "At least mine's bigger than yours."

"Wanna bet?" he giggled, waving it at me.

I looked down at my own tackle and was only slightly surprised to see it
just as erect as David's.  Moving closer, David placed his cock alongside
mine, its head touching my groin. He wrapped his hand round them and
squeezed gently.

"Same size," he said quietly. "That's good."

We stood there for a few moments enjoying the erotic intimacy, neither of
us sure whether we should take things any further.

"Later!" David said suddenly, letting go of our dicks and giving me a
couple of strokes to make his meaning perfectly clear.

Our dicks were still hard as we climbed into my bed just a little while
later, aiming to carry on from where we'd left off.

"D'you think mum'll buy us two new beds?" David grumbled as he struggled to
get comfortable. "We've had these since we were about eleven."

"Dunno. P'raps we aught to ask for a double," I laughed.

"Bollocks!" came the retort. "We'd never get any sleep."

I snaked a hand down and searched for my prize, David sighing happily as I
found it.

"Let's take our time," he whispered. "See how long we can make it last."

"You think other brothers do this?" I asked as I get a nice slow rhythm
going.

"Dunno. 'Spect so," he said, his mind obviously elsewhere. "They're daft if
they don't."

"But you and me have only been doing it for a few days."

"So? You having a guilt trip or something? Wanna stop? 'Cause I don't want
to."

"No, it's not that," I mused. "It's just that it's all sorta new and I'm
not used to it yet."

"Yeah, well. We shoulda done it years ago. Look at all the fun we've been
missing out on."

"Yeah, but ..." I started to say.

"Shut up and concentrate," he interrupted. "And keep your hand moving just
like that."

It was after two in the morning when David eased himself out of my bed, his
cum-slickened torso glistening in the moonlight. Smiling widely, he
replaced the covers over me and leaned down. For a second I thought he was
gonna kiss me, but all he did was whisper a quiet 'goodnight'

"Goodnight," I whispered back before turning over and closing my eyes.

Pity. I wouldn't have minded a little kiss.


Chapter 5.

The following day was blisteringly hot, and what with one thing and another
it was mid-morning before David and me got to the house, sweating like pigs
despite the fact that we'd taken our time getting there.

"What we gonna do?" David asked as he locked our bikes up.

"Dunno," I lied. I wanted to get David and me into the room as soon as I
could, but I was sure he wouldn't go for that as there was nothing there
except a few sticks of old furniture as far as he was concerned.

"How about the garden? We ain't had a proper look at that yet."

We spent a good hour exploring the garden, finding nothing of interest
except a tumble-down shed and an outside toilet, which neither of us felt
like venturing in.

"Got anything to drink?" David asked as he wiped his brow with his T-shirt.

I collected the rucksack which we'd brought with us and handed him a tin of
Coke.

"Wanna go up to the room? It'll be cooler there, and we can sit down," I
said.

He shrugged his shoulders and started to follow me.

Once we'd removed our T-shirts, we sat cross-legged on the bed and emptied
the bag out. More Coke, two chocolate bars and a few packets of
crisps. Just the food a boy needed!

As we tucked in, I could feel Charlie's presence quite strongly although I
couldn't see him anywhere.

"You feel anything?" I asked between mouthfuls.

"Mmmm," he nodded. "I think it's stronger than before. Friendly sorta
feeling. You feel it?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I quite like it."

As I said that, Charlie appeared and sat on the bed. David furrowed his
brow, glanced at the place where Charlie was sat and then went back to
feeding his face.

"You seriously think there are ghosts here?" I asked.

"Gotta be," he mumbled, stuffing the remains of our picnic back in the
rucksack. "I can feel 'em all the time."

We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until David stretched out
on the bed and put his hands behind his head.

"What we gonna do now?" he said looking over at me.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"You gotta be joking!" he laughed. "Don't you ever get enough?"

Playfully I jumped on top of him, pinning him to the bed. I looked into his
eyes and saw what I wanted.

"Strip!" I commanded.

"What? Everything?" he giggled.

"Yep!"

"I fuckin' hate you," he laughed again as he unsnapped his jeans and slid
them off, closely followed by mine.

Once again, I stared at his beauty, letting the tingle spread from my
crutch throughout my whole body. I also had a lump in my throat. Leaning
down, I planted a quick peck on his lips and grinned at him, waiting to see
how he reacted.

"Lay down on top of me," he whispered, wrapping his arms round my chest.

I was swamped with a feeling of intense emotion as I did as I was asked,
and felt the slightest hint of dampness in my eyes. 'This's nothing to do
with Charlie,' I thought as I lost myself in his eyes. 'This's just between
me and my brother.' Nervously, David lifted his head slightly and kissed me
quickly on the lips.

I felt Charlie touch me on the arm and out of the corner of my eye, saw him
watching us carefully.

"We're OK," I told him.

"I can see that," he flashed, with a tremor in his thought.

"You gonna lay there all day, or what?" David sniggered, bringing me back
to the real world.

I rolled off him and took hold of his dick, resting my head on his stomach
and stared at it lovingly.

Slowly - very, very, slowly, I moved towards it, waiting for David to stop
me. My lips touched the tip of it, my lips opened and I began to absorb it.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I heard as David lifted up to get it all the way in.

* * * * *

I could taste the saltiness on my tongue, I could see David's face in front
of me, grinning broadly and happily.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" he sighed. "it was fuckin'
brilliant."

I struggled to get my brain in gear, more than slightly pissed off because
I hadn't a clue what David was talking about. Well, I did have a clue, but
I had missed the whole damn thing.

"Dunno," I stammered out. "It just seemed like a good idea!"

"Too bloody right. I would never have thought of doing that in my whole
life," he said. "Can I do it to you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I felt Charlie say.

"Leave me alone!," I snarled as David re-arranged himself.

"OK," he said irritably, and vanished.

"You'd fuckin' better," I managed to say to David. "Get down there Bro.!"

When I'd sucked David, I was knelt between his knees and I assume that's
where I'd stayed to do the job – that dickhead Charlie hasn't given me a
chance to find out if I did or not – or if I did anything else for that
matter.

David had a different idea. He knelt astride me, arse in the air and his
head all but invisible. Out of sight, yes – but I knew exactly where it
was and exactly what it was doing.

I had never, ever, felt anything like the sensation I got when David
swallowed my dick. It was as if all my birthdays and Christmases had come
at once. The combination of David's warm mouth and seemingly prehensile
tongue was sending me into orbit and automatically I started to thrust
myself in and out, giving him all the help I could. I heard myself talking,
but I haven't a clue what I was saying. I opened my eyes and was met by the
normally disgusting sight of David's arse in front of my face, and much
more attractive, the sight of his balls jiggling around as he gave my cock
some serious attention.

There wasn't time to warn him: I felt my 'nads move up into my crotch and
the baby-making stuff start its journey. I opened my mouth to warn David,
but just when I needed my voice, it'd gone. My rocket-propelled spunk had
already filled his mouth to overflowing, causing David to cough and
splutter like a 70-year-old asthmatic.

"Bastard!" he said, rolling off me and wiping his face more or less
clean. "Just 'cause I did that to you, there weren't no need to do it
back!"

I pulled him down beside me and gave him a hug.

"Feel better?" I asked, rubbing his chest.

He nodded and lay back, hands crossed on his chest and staring into space.

"Oh, yeah. I just wanna lay here for a bit. It's cool."

He lifted an arm in the air and waved in in my general direction,
"Fingers?" he said softly.

We hooked little fingers together. This was a sort of ritual we'd used ever
since we were tiny – a sign that we were friends. Mum'd started it when
we were kids, telling us that it meant we were friends again after we'd had
a fight. As we'd got older, we also used it to say 'thanks' when words
weren't enough – boys never were any good at saying thank you. Turning
over, we embraced one another lightly and closed our eyes.

The next thing I knew was that it was almost four o'clock. I stretched,
yawned, and gave David a dig in the ribs. We weren't late or anything and
there was no need to rush anywhere, but we'd slept for almost two hours.

David woke up slowly. I watched as he looked down in surprise at his
nakedness, turned a puzzled face towards me and then let it break into a
wide grin.

"I'm all sticky and sweaty," he said, running a hand down his chest. "Let's
go home and have a shower."

Slowly we dressed and made ourselves presentable. As we made to leave, we
hugged again, confirming that we were still mates.


Chapter 6.

Neither of us paid a visit to Thanet House for the next three days. David
had his own schedule of things to do, places to go and friends to see as he
always did. I avoided the house deliberately: the sex games I'd enjoyed
there were good, but both mentally and physically tiring and in any case,
from that point of view, David was more than satisfying my needs. The other
thing I needed to do was sort out what I wanted from Charlie, if anything.

On the fourth day, I'd decided.

Sitting on the edge of the horse-hair mattress, I waited for him to turn
up. I felt his presence well enough and also a marked reluctance for him to
put in a physical appearance. Slowly though, the spectral mist gathered in
the corner and Charlie took form.

"You OK?" I flashed.

"Yeah," he replied. "Where you been?"

We had a few seconds intense exchange of views – not an argument as
such, but each putting quite a forceful point of view forwards. Eventually,
we agreed that we were still friends and he shimmered across to the bed.

I explained how I felt about the body take-over thing and that it scared me
witless when he did it, the most frightening bit I told him is when I get
my body back and not knowing where I'd been, or even worse, what I'd been
doing.

"OK," Charlie said. "I can understand that. But remember it's been fifteen
years since I did anything, and I so badly wanted to do it again. Once I
found that I could take over your body, I guess I overdid it a bit."

"You could say that," I agreed. "How about trying to get just a bit of you
inside me. Like sorta sharing things. Let me have enough room to think and
do what I want, and you enjoy it."

"What, just along for the ride sort of thing," he giggled.

"Well, yeah, I suppose so. But we might be able to ... talk ... at the same
time."

"OK," he said, obviously very happy at the prospect.

Just like before, it took a lot of mental effort to get things right, but
eventually I learned the trick of allowing him into me, but retaining
control of all my faculties. My brain seemed to work a bit slower and my
reactions weren't as good, but I don't think anyone would notice if I was
careful.

"Try going for a walk outside," he asked.

To his immense relief, we found that there didn't seem to be any
restriction on how far we went and I had no problems at all in keeping full
control of myself.

Well satisfied with ourselves, I made my (our?) way back to the room. The
closer I got to it, the more I became aware of that old, familiar stirring
in my trousers.

"Is that you or me?" I flashed.

"Both," Charlie said. "I can't do it unless you are open to the
suggestion."

"Give me a nice thought," I said experimentally.

Immediately my mind was filled with images, mostly of David, but mingled in
with them was his friend Derrick who must've made a bigger impression on me
than I thought. There were also a few of the delectable Mark, but as I'd
never seen him boned up, he was a bit fuzzy. My dick was now straining at
the zip and I moved a hand to release it. Then let it drop back.

"See if you can make me take it out," I asked Charlie.

There were a few seconds silence and then back came the message that he
thought he could do it.

"Brilliant. Try it," I said.

I released a bit of my mind and to my astonishment, I watched as my hand
edged towards my flies. I willed it to stop, which it did. Letting it carry
on, I smiled happily. Cracked it! I thought.

Wrapping my hand round my dick, I started to jack off to the pictures in my
mind.

"Open up a bit," I felt Charlie say.

I did so, and straight away the feelings changed. I could feel my hand
doing its job, but I also had the sensation you get when someone else is
jacking you off – all the best feelings from your cock, but none from
your hand.

"Magic!" I heard Charlie say.

* * * * *

Over the next few weeks, Charlie and I practiced our new-found talent
almost every day, getting to the point where we were both comfortable with
what we were doing. David had lost almost all interest in the house once
we'd thoroughly explored it, and spent most of the days out and about with
his mates. Our night-time sessions continued though, getting more and more
enjoyable as time went by. Don't get me wrong, our fun together didn't rule
our lives. OK, we spent some time together every night in the same bed, but
it didn't always lead to sex. Often we just talked quietly, having a grope
when we wanted and a nice cuddle.

What was the absolute best though was when we went out together and one or
other of us felt randy. We'd jacked and given blow-jobs in all sorts of
places, including 'our room' in the broken-down house, the cricket
pavilion, the woods and even once in the school toilets when we met by
accident.

On the Charlie front, we'd expanded his abilities to the extent that I only
had to open that bit of my mind to him and he was there – almost always
anyway. It didn't always work, but I didn't mind that. Unbeknown to David,
we'd even had a few threesomes much to Charlie's delight. Not only did he
get his vicarious pleasure from it, but he also taught me a few things
which surprised and delighted David once in a while – hence the need to
move some of our more esoteric activities to the outdoors as we could be
rather noisy!

At the beginning of the following summer I found myself watching David play
a scratch game of cricket. By now, he had a body to die for. As I watched
him bowl, I couldn't help but think how good-looking he was, and how
fortunate I was to share that beautiful body of his in ways which only he
and I knew about. Apart from Derrick that is. I never asked him outright,
but I knew that he and David still did stuff together – not as exciting
or erotic as the things David and I did, but enough to keep them both
happy. I felt slightly envious of him and shifted my gaze away from David
and scanned the field. Standing directly in front of me was the boy of my
dreams, Mark. Despite my yearning for him, we'd never actually spoken very
much although we were good enough friends to say hello or give a friendly
wave to when our paths crossed. I leaned back on the bench I was sat on,
and let my mind wander, imagining what his naked body looked like, how big
his dick was – you know, the normal stuff.

I must've let my mind slip because quite suddenly Charlie make his presence
felt.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked.

"Nothing." I said.

He giggled and pointed my head back towards Mark.

"That's the mystery boy isn't it?" he said. "The one in your daydreams."

I couldn't deny it of course, just acknowledge it.

"Must admit, he's got a nice body. Better than your brother's, not as
muscley," he giggled.

"Piss off!" I retorted cheerfully. "David's OK."

"Wanna try an experiment?" Charlie queried.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

"Try to see if we can get inside his pants?"

"Never in a million years," I sighed.

"Start to make better friends with him, you know, get closer to him, I'll
see what I can do."

What could I lose? The thought that I might, just might, be able to have my
evil way with him was enough to persuade me.

Once the game was over, I followed David into the changing rooms, intent on
following Charlie's advice. David was a bit surprised to see me follow him,
but one glance in the direction I was looking told him why.

"Perv!" he smiled, but moved out of the way to give me a better view.

David was right. Mark's body was just about perfect. A couple of inches
taller than me (who wasn't?), he was leaner than David, more of an athletes
body than a weight-lifter. The centre of my attraction, his dick and balls,
were stunning. Laying there softly, his uncut dick curled over his balls
which were perfectly in proportion to his body. I half-closed my eyes and
stared at them, only distantly noticing that Charlie had gone.

Was there some movement there? I opened my eyes fully and looked as closely
as I dared. What had been a flaccid piece of beautiful flesh was slowly
erecting, apparently unknown to Mark. In fact, it had almost reached full
size – about six inches I noted – when with an embarrassed look
around, he covered it with his hands and exited the shower in a hurry.

Instantly I felt Charlie come back.

"He's a receptive," he informed me. "Not nearly as good as you, but there
is a little bit there. Did you see what I did?"

"Yeah, nice one. How'd you do it?"

"Took me a while to find out what turned him on, but I found it."

"What?" I asked nervously, hoping against hope that it wasn't girls.

"Wildlife. Birds especially."

I giggled involuntarily at hearing this, but Charlie flashed me a picture
of an Eagle.

"Dickhead," he sniggered at me. "You know what I mean! Anyway, he doesn't
tell anyone about it 'cause they'd take the piss."

"Yeah. I can see that," I agreed. "But at least it's something. And he got
a boner just thinking about birds?"

"Well, no, not really. I tried giving him just sexy thoughts to start with
whilst I tried to find out what turned him on, but when he started to get a
hard-on, he blocked the thoughts and turned to something else – that's
when I discovered he's bird-watcher. Then I just sorta put the two ideas
together, you know, sex and birds and he got a proper hard-on then!"

"Don't suppose he thinks about jackin' off with anyone does he?" I asked
out of curiosity. It'd make getting his trousers off a lot easier if he
did.

"Give me a chance!" Charlie laughed. "Leave it with me a for a couple of
days and I'll find out."

I kept a watchful eye on Mark as he finished getting dressed. I didn't see
anything though as he carefully kept his back to the room.

"You stayin' or going?" David asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Why?" I started to ask, but the sight of his half-erect dick and a quick
glance he gave in the direction of Derrick told me all I wanted, or needed,
to know.

"See you back at the house then," I sighed. Then added quietly, "Lucky
bastard!"

He blushed slightly and grinned.

"Where we goin'?" I felt Charlie ask.

"Home," I thought back. "Nowhere else to go."

The all-too familiar tickle in my groin made its presence felt and I put a
hand into my pocket to keep things under some sort of control.

"Randy bastard!" I thought.

Charlie giggled and made my dick twitch. "You got me all horny," he
laughed. "Your fault. What you gonna do about it?"

I must admit that Charlie's proposal seemed an excellent idea and I allowed
my cock to harden up completely. Grabbing my bike, I rode home as fast as I
could - the urgent need for a wank speeding me on, my mind full of images
of a naked Mark.

Throwing my bike in the garage, I rushed upstairs to my room, stripped off
completely, and lay on my bed, legs splayed and my cock pointing at the
ceiling. I gripped it firmly and sighed in happiness.

"Beautiful!" I felt Charlie say.

I began to jack off, slowly to begin with, perfectly well aware that
Charlie was enjoying it just as much as me. Unbidden, the pictures of
hugely erect Mark flashed into my mind, encouraged no doubt by my invisible
partner. My hand sped up and I stared at it, conscious that Charlie had
managed to persuade my mind that it was Mark's hand doing the work and not
mine.

"Oh fuck it!" I yelled as I climaxed massively yet again, along with Mark.

This time I didn't mind Charlie doing what he did: he'd judged the
'mind-takeover' thing properly and I think we'd both enjoyed ourselves, all
the more so because he'd made me think of Mark doing it to me.

* * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks I took the trouble to be in Mark's company as
much as I could – not obtrusively, but just around and about him. We
even chatted a bit once in a while and thankfully we seemed to get on
OK. It helped of course that Charlie was able to slip into his mind once in
a while and tell me what he was thinking about. It was a pity that he
couldn't take over his body completely like he did mine, but Mark wasn't
anywhere near as adept as I was at feeling his presence. The best Charlie
could do, apart from reading his mind, was implant ideas, and even that was
hard work, but it could be done and that's all we needed to know.

It was the Friday before the half-term break that Charlie told me of his
plan.

"I've been working on him all day," he said as I packed up my stuff ready
to go home. "Make sure you leave school with him."

Mark and I walked slowly down the drive, wheeling our bikes and chatting
idly. When we got to the school gates, he stopped and looked at me oddly. I
knew instantly that Charlie was around.

"Can I ask you something?" Mark said, looking round to make sure no one
could overhear.

"Yeah, of course," I replied, my heart thumping.

"I want to take some photo's of wild birds and things. Do you know anywhere
good round here that I can get some?"

I thought of the house straight away of course and told Mark that I knew a
perfect place.

"It's sorta secret though," I went on. "Only my brother and me know about
it. It's an old haunted house – the one no one talks about."

"Oh, that place," Mark said, his face lighting up. "I've heard about it,
but never been. Can you show me where it is?"

I gave Charlie a big mental hug and quickly told Mark a bit about the
house. After making him promise to keep it all a secret, I arranged to meet
him at the bottom of the lane tomorrow morning.

* * * * *

"You're feeling randy tonight!" David said as we settled into a comfortable
69 later that night. "Anything to do with Mark? You've been seeing a lot of
him lately."

Is nothing secret? I thought to myself. 'That's the trouble with brothers,
they know each other too well.'

"Yeah, well." I grinned at him. "You've got Derrick."

"Forget him," David said. "We're talking about you and Mark. Done anything
yet?"

In between give each other lazy blow jobs, I filled him in on my plans for
the following day.

"Bollocks!" he said, lifting his head up. "I was going there tomorrow, with
Derrick."

For a split second, I believed him.

"Don't panic!" he laughed as I went to thump him. "Only jokin'! I'm
spending the day at his house. Parents are away for the day."

The thought of David and Derrick messing about together, and the hope that
Mark and me would be doing much the same sort of thing as well soon brought
us both to a better-than-average orgasm, and with deep sighs of
contentment, we cuddled together for a while.

"Derrick wants to try fucking," David said quietly as we embraced.

"You gonna?" I asked, curiously.

"Dunno. What you think?" David replied seriously.

"Worth a try if that's what you wanna do. Never know, you might like it,
doesn't appeal to me much though."

We carried on talking about it for a good half-hour or so, at the end of
which we were both as hard as nails again.

"Oh, fuck it!" David grinned, making a grab for my cock. "I gotta cum
again!"

Not wishing to disappoint him, we jacked each other off happily and then
retired to our own beds for what was left of the night.

* * * * *

I saw Mark sat on the grassy edge of the road, waiting at our pre-arranged
spot. Not surprisingly my dick gave a little twitch as I saw he was wearing
a pair of baggy shorts and matching camouflage patterned T-shirt. He didn't
give me a chance to perv on him very much though as he stood up as soon as
he saw me and sat astride his bike.

"All set?" he asked cheerfully as I stopped beside him.

"Yeah, perfect," I answered, keeping my eyes away from the healthy-looking
bulge in his groin with difficulty.

Within a few minutes we were wheeling our bikes down the drive towards the
house, Mark's face showing a keen interest in the surroundings.

"Perfect," he whispered, And you say no one comes here?"

"No. Only me and my brother sometimes. I like the peace and quiet, but
David's out for the day, so that just leaves you and me," I said hoping
he'd pick up the signal.

"Great!" he grinned, still looking round and apparently missing the point
I'd tried to make.

"Come on," he said once we'd hidden our bikes in the undergrowth. "Let's
explore."

It took a good half-hour or so for me to show Mark around the grounds, not
helped by the fact that he insisted we moved about as quietly as we could
so's not to disturb any wildlife that might be there. Having seen enough of
the estate, I took him into the house and straight up to 'the room'.

"This's the best room in the house," I told him. "It's on the first floor
and it's the only one with any furniture in it."

"It's good, it's good," Mark replied, taking the room in with one sweeping
glance.

I watched intrigued as he arranged his camera, binoculars, bird-book,
note-pad and pencil carefully. For all it mattered, I think he'd forgotten
all about me as he concentrated on his work. I didn't mind too much though
as I had his body to look at.

"Still got your trousers on?" a familiar voice said.

"Give me a chance," I smiled back. "Only just got here."

"Well, you've lost him already," Charlie flashed. "He's so wrapped up in
what he's doing, you may as well not be here."

I stayed where I was for another half-an-hour but then got a serious case
of the boredoms. Tapping Mark on the shoulder, I said that I was going out
on my bike for a bit to stretch my legs.

"OK," he grinned. "I'll see you then."

"I'll see what I can do," Charlie chipped in.

The day was getting hot and I was grateful to take my T-shirt off and ride
slowly round the lanes taking in the scenery. I'm not a great fan of nature
or anything, but I do like the peace and tranquillity of the countryside,
and no more than when I'm by myself letting my mind wander. Not that it
wandered very far today though – it kept flipping back to Mark. Quite
often when I was out by myself and the urge came on, I'd find some quiet
place and have a slow, lazy wank. But not today: I had to keep it in
reserve just in case I got lucky. Holding on to that delicious thought, I
headed back to the house.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Mark had stripped his shirt off too; not
only that but he was laying back on the bed skimming through the pictures
he'd taken with his camera. Was I mistaken, or did his glance flick down to
my groin as I stood in the doorway.

"Any good?" I asked, wiping my face with the T-shirt and moving across to
the bed.

"Have a look," he replied, showing me a picture on the tiny screen. I lay
down beside him, our shoulders touching. To my surprise, he didn't move
away. Instead he held the camera in front of me as he went through the
collection one by one. I was only slightly interested in the images: my
mind was far too full of the feeling of his hot skin against mine.

"He's getting a boner," Charles flashed.

Risking a glance downwards, I was delighted to see a slightly bigger bulge.

"Keep talking," Charlie told me.

I kept on asking about the pictures he'd taken, taking the opportunity to
wriggle a bit closer. This time I was graced with a smile from him and a
surreptitious hand straightening his cock. At Charlie's suggestion, I put
my own hand on my dick and left it there, gently stroking it – something
Mark didn't miss.

"Do you ever jack off?" I heard myself saying.

Mark, without a moments pause said, "Yeah, sometimes." Then blushed
brightly, aware that he'd said something he shouldn't, or at least didn't
want to say. I flashed a grateful thanks to Charlie.

"So do I," I grinned at him. "That's why I like coming here."

I don't know how much Charlie had to do with what Mark was saying, but
taking the bull by the horns, I went on. "Wanna know a secret?" I
whispered.

Mark nodded uncertainly.

"I love getting naked and jacking off on the bed."

"What, this one?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah," I giggled. "Wanna do it now? I'm feeling horny!"

"I don't know," Mark said, "Someone might come."

"What, here?" I laughed. "Nobody ever comes here."

'Take your jeans off, quick" Charlie told me.

"Well, I'm going to do it anyway," I said, trying to sound as frustrated as
I could. "Don't mind you you?"

"No, suppose not," Mark said, his eyes fixed on my half-revealed crotch.

I kicked my pants and jeans off and lay back luxuriously on the bed,
allowing Mark to stare as much as he liked at my rapidly hardening cock. By
now his own shorts only just contained what must be a rather painful
erection, restrained as it was by his undies.

Slowly I began to jack off. "Gonna join me?" I whispered.

There was the slightest of hesitations – just enough to tell me that he
wanted to but needed just a little extra persuasion.

"Come on," I giggled. "I feel stupid being the only one who's
bollock-naked! Get 'em off!"

Mark slipped his fingers inside his shorts and started to push them down.

"You ain't gonna tell anyone are you?" he said, pausing. "I haven't ever
..."

Jumping in quick before he could finish the sentence I said, "Course
not. Tell 'em what? That you and me jacked off together? You gotta be
joking!"

That seemed to satisfy him and he finished shucking his pants off.

I had been waiting weeks to get a good look at what was before me now and
had had several good wanks over it, mostly with Charlie's help. What I saw
now bore no resemblance to the beautiful prick and balls I'd seen in the
changing rooms. Now his cock was solidly erect, its six inches of superb
reddish-pink flesh rising out of a forest of curly brown hair. Below these
were a pair of matching balls, hanging loosely and adding immensely to the
incredible sight. I think I even gasped in awe. Grinning insanely I slowly
moved a hand across, gently pushed his out of the way and wrapped my
fingers around the warm flesh.

"Wow!" I mumbled involuntarily.

Automatically I began to move my hand up and down, but I wasn't allowed to
do it for very long as Mark regained control of his cock and carried on
from where I'd left off. Sadly, he didn't return the favour.

Watching each other like eagles we jacked off together, matching stroke for
stroke and moan for moan. This was turning out to be the best day of my
life, I thought happily as I stared transfixed at the wondrous sight. It
came to an end all too soon of course as I saw the pearly globules shoot
out of his dick and gather on his stomach. Reflexively I followed through,
not shooting out nearly as much of the magical fluid as Mark, but enough to
make me groan with pleasure.

"That was brilliant!" I sighed, flopping back on the bed.

"Yeah," I heard Mark reply quietly.

"That all you gotta say?" Charlie butted in happily. "It was fuckin' ace!"

Once the post-orgasmal blues had gone, Mark and I dressed ourselves slowly
and thoughtfully. Anxious not to lose any momentum and keep him in a good
mood, I chatted away about his interest in bird photography whilst we made
ourselves presentable. Mark, I was pleased to see, seemed OK with what we'd
done and answered all my questions almost cheerfully. Whether he was
pleased it was all over, or pleased because he'd enjoyed himself I'd no
idea - but I would find out later I determined.

We were still talking birds and stuff as we cycled back towards home some
little time later.

"So, what do you do with all the pictures you collect?" I asked curiously.

"Store 'em on the computer. I've got hundreds."

'Why didn't that surprise me?' I grinned to myself. "What you got 'em all
on a database or something?"

"I wish," he said. "I've tried, but screw it every time. Computers and me
don't get along too well. It's just about all I can do to take them off the
camera."

I could manage computers I gleefully thought. Perhaps ...

"Want some help?" I offered seeing a way forward.

"Could you?" he said, turning to look at me "It'd be really good if you
could. I'm hopeless."

We chatted about his problem for the rest of the way home, my mind split
between sorting out his computer and hoping frantically that it would lead
on to other, more interesting things.

"So," I said as we stopped at the spot we'd met earlier. "Want me to sort
it for you? I can come tomorrow if you like."

It only took a minute or two to arrange things and then I was on my way
home, dreaming of what the morrow would bring.

* * * * *

Much to my surprise when I got home David and I were informed that mum and
dad had arranged a sιance for that evening. In the normal course of things
it wouldn't have bothered us in the slightest, but tonight was going to be
different we were told. Apparently dad had met someone at work who was
interested in joining our group and he was bringing his family round for a
chat and a 'try-out' as he put it.

"Family?" I asked, only half-interested.

"Yeah, mum, dad and their son. Boy about twelve or so I think. So make sure
you two have a shower and dress properly."

I stared down at my torn and dirty jeans, grinning back at dad.

David and I were introduced to the Jamesons later that evening. They were
all of a type that David and me were well used to by now: tall, gangly and
rather nervous sort of people. The boy, Alan, was interesting. He was just
like his father to look at, but there was an air about him that intrigued
me. He was smartly dressed, hair combed neatly and perfectly well
behaved. And yet ...

As we were sat talking over tea and biscuits, I took the opportunity to
look at him unobserved. Definitely street-wise I decided, with a strong
streak of independence. At a guess he would be happier in jeans and T-shirt
playing football. No, not football. Smoking and swapping dirty stories with
his mates. That was it! I smiled at him, and got a wry 'I don't wanna be
here' grin back. We happened to look into each other's eyes for a moment
and I got the shock of my life – I was sure I could almost see into his
mind. Not like I sometimes did with people when I could sense what they
were thinking, but actually read what he was thinking, just like Charles
did with me. Tearing my gaze away from him, I shook my head in
puzzlement. Experimentally I tried to see if Charlie was around – not a
sign. I got up to go to the kitchen for some more tea and bumped into mum.

"What do you think?" she whispered. "You're better at judging if they're
any good than me or your dad."

"They're OK. I think they're all sensitives." I told her, choosing not to
tell her about Alan.

"Good!" she smiled.

I found myself sat between David and Alan as dad arranged us around the
table. I gave David a smile and rested my hand on his, waiting for the
others. I knew immediately what David was thinking, which didn't surprise
either of us. Bed. Games. Fun. The sooner the better. We smiled at each
other knowingly and held hands a bit tighter. Looking at Alan, I put my
other hand on his, slowly and carefully. I was rewarded with an instant
connection with his mind – a nervous, almost frightened mind. He wasn't
frightened about the sιance though, which surprised me. He was scared that
the sιance would reveal something else – something he wanted to keep
secret. I gave him the best encouraging smile I could and felt him relax
just a little as we listened to dad starting things off. Switching my
concentration back to Alan, I probed his mind as much as I could, finding
it both easier and nowhere near as scary as I thought it would be. He was
thinking of David and me, which didn't surprise me. What did make me jump
though was what he was thinking. Good looking, friendly, easy-going, I
picked up straight away. Then a stray thought crossed his mind. 'Wonder if
they ...' The thought wasn't completed as he banished it. Carefully I
thought of David and me in our bedroom, both naked but not touching. Alan
jumped and flashed a confused stare at us. Giving him a small smile, I
pressed his hand slightly and mouthed "You OK?"

He nodded back, assuming that I didn't know what he'd been thinking and a
lot calmer now. Pushing things a bit further, I allowed the images of David
and me to get boners and our hands reach out for one another, just as we'd
done dozens of times.

Alan eased back in his chair, quite happy to close his eyes and
concentrate. For my part I let him get on with it as I moved my interests
further down his body. His cock was rigid as I expected. I'd no idea of its
size though, or if he had any hair or not – but it was most certainly
erect, and leaking a tiny amount of pre-cum as well. 'Well, well,' I
thought.'Now here's an interesting situation.'

I jerked my mind back to the sιance as dad reached a critical point,
inviting the gathering to open their minds. I gave David a kick under the
table to remind him to try and think of something more appropriate. Alan's
parents were both concentrating, their untrained minds as open as they
could be. There was a lot there, but it was confused and mixed up,
impossible for me to sort out. They were good though. I flashed them a
thought of their parents and was pleased to see that it focussed their
minds and before long there were fuzzy, unclear images of them in both
their minds. They didn't sharpen up any, and they didn't stay long, but
they were there and that was all that mattered.

I already knew what Alan was thinking and so didn't try too hard, the only
thing new I discovered was that he was taking little if any part in the
sιance at all – his mind was still fixated on David and me, plus one or
two other boys I noted with a smile. Giving him my best smile I squeezed
his hand, for which I received a rather embarrassed half-grin and a
delicate blush.

The sιance drew to a close not long after, much to my relief as the ache
between my legs was in urgent need of some attention. I wasn't the only one
of course – David had a semi-hard on which he was desperately willing to
go away, and Alan had a full-blown erection. Just as soon as the meeting
closed, it was amusing to see three pairs of boys hands shoot down to their
groins in a desperate attempt to hide the obvious.

It was time for mum and dad to bring out the beer and wine, from which we
were excluded of course, having to settle for Cokes instead. Grabbing mum I
quickly told her that both Alan's parents were OK and that they would
probably be good if they were taught how to focus on things better.

"And the boy, Alan is it? What's he like?" she asked.

"Don't know," I lied. "I don't think he's all that interested. Bit like
David I guess. I didn't pick anything up from him anyway."

"Well," she said, "He's still young, perhaps he'll get better."

Leaving the 'rents talking and drinking, we three boys escaped to my
bedroom with the remainder of the biscuits and more Coke. I tried to switch
my mind off as we spread ourselves round the room. For one thing it was
fairly tiring having to split my mind into two parts so that I could
explore, for another I simply wanted to have a 'normal' conversation with
Alan and David. My dick had been hard for ages and lacking the opportunity
to do anything about it I thought that talking about anything other than
sex would be a good idea.

It didn't take long for David and me to work out that Alan was just as
street-wise as I thought. Once away from his parents he relaxed completely
and soon we were chatting easily about the usual boyish things of school,
hobbies, friends and the like. The more we talked, the better I liked
Alan. OK, he was a bit rough on the edges, but I think that was as much for
show as anything else; he lived in a rougher part of town and he had to be
as he was to 'fit in' with the other kids in the area. Beneath that bluff
exterior was a boy I could like, a boy with similar tastes to mine, and
moreover one I could communicate with.

As David and Alan chatted away, I let my mind explore, despite the earlier
promise to myself. David, I was delighted to discover was busy wondering
what he looked like naked, and whether or not he would ever get the chance
to find out. Similar thoughts were spinning through Alan's mind too, some
of which surprised me. Given he was almost two years younger than me, his
experiences certainly outshone mine and David's and were similar to
Charlie's, but not as numerous.

So, there we were, the three of us talking about cricket and each one of
our minds on something completely different. I giggled as I wondered how
many times boys have sat in identical circumstances, struggling to maintain
conversations when their minds were a million miles away, or at least as
far as their dicks anyway.

"What?" David said, giving me 'the stare'. He had a damn good idea what I
was thinking of course, but couldn't say anything.

"Oh, nothing," I replied, "Just thinking of something that happened today."

Thankfully, Alan changed the topic. "Can you see ghosts and things?" he
asked. "My mum and dad say they can sometimes."

"Not see them, but I can feel when they're around," I told him. "And know
if they're good or bad ones."

I had to be careful. David had no idea how good I was, or just what I could
do. Alan too worried me a little as I didn't know how good he was either
– he was better than David of course, but how much better?

"What about people? Do you ever get feelings about them?" he asked. There
was an edge to the question that told me it was more than simple curiosity
that inspired it – he was nervous.

"Yeah. Sometimes anyway," David said. "Dickhead there is better than me
though."

"The name's Jason," I said, slapping him softly on the face. "And I'm good
enough to know what you're thinking now anyway!"

A flash of fear crossed his face, which quickly vanished as I blew him a
kiss and mouthed 'later'.

"What about you?" I asked Alan. "Can you feel things?"

The first thing that crossed Alan's mind was an image of himself feeling
another boy's dick through his trousers, but this was quickly dispelled as
he thought about what I'd really meant.

"I can feel if people are friendly or not, and the sort of mood they are
in." he said thoughtfully.

I was sure he was holding something back and I had a fair idea what it was,
after all I was doing the same thing.

"What about if you touch them as the same time?" I pushed. "Does it get
better?"

"Yeah, think so," he smiled. "Like when we were touching hands downstairs
at the sιance. I felt OK, sort of relaxed and stuff. I could feel that you
were trying to make me feel part of the group."

"Wanna try it now?" David asked excitedly. "Jason's better'n me, but I can
do it sometimes. 'Specially with people I like!" The inference was obvious,
and not wasted on Alan.

"OK," he agreed. "How'd we do it?"

"Think of a number between one and ten," David said to Alan, "and let's see
if Jace and me can tell what it is."

We touched hands and closed our eyes.

"Seven!" David said brightly.

I nodded in agreement, as did Alan.

We tried a few more times, getting them right about three-quarters of the
time – not a bad record.

"OK," I said. "Let's try something harder."

We took it in turns to think of things and try to work out what they
were. I got them right every time, with both David and Alan, but
deliberately lied a few times so's they wouldn't guess how good I really
was. David came second, guessing my thoughts every time – but then he is
my brother and I guess he had a good head start because of that. Alan was
brilliant, getting them right a lot of the time – but I knew he, like
me, didn't always let on that he knew the right answer.

"OK," David grinned. "One last go. Let's each think of something we really
like doing and see if we can work it out."

This time we did it in pairs, with Alan and David having the first
go. Unexpectedly, I sensed that David was thinking of cricket, with Alan
first imagining himself jacking off with another boy, but hurriedly
changing this to a picture of a TV set showing a popular soap opera.

Now it was David and me. There was no need for either of us to touch hands,
but we did so for Alan's benefit. We both giggled and let go our hands,
Alan looking from one to the other of us expectantly.

"Food!" I said.

"Girls!" said David at the same time.

Alan knew instantly that we weren't telling the truth, but didn't seem at
all put out by it. Instead he grinned slyly at us, knowing full well what
was really on our minds.

Then it was down to Alan and me. Taking an enormous risk, I thought of the
two of us, naked and wanking. There was only an instant's pause before I
got a mental image from Alan, matching the one I was thinking myself.

"Sex!" Alan said, without thinking. He blushed furiously and pulled his
hand back instantly.

"Right!" I giggled. "Me too!"

We would've carried on the game down those lines to see where it led us,
but just at that moment Alan's parents called up the stairs to let him know
they were leaving. It was a relief in some ways: there was no way that Alan
and me could do anything with David there, and the possibility of a
three-some was definitely not on the agenda.

Just as they were departing, I managed to flash an image of Alan and I
together to him, with a big question mark over it. To my delight, I
immediately had one back indicating a definite 'yes', accompanied by a
picture of an enormous, well you-know-what!

* * * * *

"What'dya think of Alan?" David asked as we climbed into his bed later that
night.

"He's OK," I said as we made ourselves comfortable.

"More than OK? Reckon he's up for it?" David queried.

"Oh Yeah," I grinned, grabbing David's shaft non too gently. "Ready,
willing and able!"

"Thought he might be. His dick never went down all the time he was here!
Wonder what it looks like?"

"Dunno. P'raps we'll find out one day. But for now, ..."

I bent over and took David's already moist cock in my mouth and started
work, my mind bouncing between David's beautiful dick and the unknown one
of Alan.


Chapter 7.

For some reason I awoke early the following morning – early for me
anyway. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was just after seven
o'clock. I could hear my parents moving around as they got ready for work,
and a single glance at David told me that he was still fast asleep. Yawning
widely, I stretched luxuriously and stared at the ceiling, thinking vaguely
of what I was going to do for the day. Nothing really special except for
the visit to sort out Mark's computer – and hopefully Mark as
well. Having something to get up for, I slipped out of bed and headed for
the bathroom. Once I'd attended to the needs of nature, I stepped into the
shower and for once had a long, hot shower by myself.

I was laying back on my bed, dressed only in undies and thinking of nothing
in particular when Charlie made himself known.

"Where you been?" I thought to him, trying to remember when I talked to him
last.

"Oh, out and about," he said. "Since you and me have got together and I've
had some practice, I found that I can sorta skip from once person to
another and have a bit of fun. Not as good as what you and me do," he
giggled, "But I can sit in their minds and enjoy what they're thinking or
doing."

"That's interesting," I mused. "Must be good fun. Learn anything?"

"Yeah, lots. I've learned to drive a car for once thing," he laughed. "Once
of David's mates, Simon, drives his mum's car sometimes."

"How'd you do that?" I asked.

"Don't drive it myself, stupid, Simon does the driving bit, but I know how
do do it though."

"Didn't mean that," I went on. "Jump from one to another."

"Oh, that's really neat! Once I've met someone and sorta felt their mind,
I've only got to think of 'em and if they're not too far away, I can join
'em."

"That's good," I yawned, only taking half an interest in what he was saying
as I wasn't fully awake.

"Yeah, you should try it sometime!" he replied. "Anyway, what we doing
today?"

"Going to see Mark, sort his bird pictures out."

"I bet! And?"

"Nothing!" I told him sharply, rather to my surprise. Then added, a bit
more gently, "Well. Perhaps we might ... But I don't want you interfering
this time."

For once I wanted to see what I could do without Charlie's help and didn't
need his presence.

"OK, OK!" he sniggered. "I wanna go and see someone else anyway."

With that he was gone. I turned over and glanced at David who was now awake
and looking in my direction.

"Mornin' bro." he said sleepily. "You're awake early."

"Yeah. Mum and dad woke me up with their noise."

David rolled out of bed and scratched his balls, his dick piss-hard. "What
you doin' today?" he asked.

"Not much. Said I'd go to see Mark sometime."

"Mmmm," he answered disinterestedly. "I'm going over to Derrick's. Mum and
dad left yet?"

"Don't think so."

"OK. I'm gonna have a shower. Coming?"

"Naah. Had one."

He didn't bother answering me and I lay back, hands behind my head. For
some reason, the comment Charlie had made about mind-hopping sprang into my
consciousness. Experimentally I tried to get inside David's head and to my
surprise found it was a great deal easier than I thought it would be –
much easier than the last time I'd tried it. He wasn't thinking of anything
very much except washing himself – I caught a half-formed thought that
he wished I was there to do his hair and back, but it vanished just as fast
as it came. His mind then turned to Derrick, with whom he'd planned to
spend the day. I became instantly alert as he pictured what he wanted to do
with him, being treated to a slightly disgusting image of the two of them
doing, well, 'doing the dirty'. Not surprisingly, David was rock-hard by
now and was slowly jacking himself off as he thought. Letting my hand roam
down to my own erect dick, I stroked it gently as I concentrated on David,
but the pleasure I was giving myself blanked out David and so I let it go,
just in time to feel David shoot his load down the drain.

Needless to say, I didn't let on that I'd been in his mind. I wasn't
particularly bothered about what he planned to do, I wasn't interested in
that sort of thing. Changing tack, I thought of Mark as hard as I could,
but only succeeded in picking up a very fuzzy grey something-or-other which
may or may not have been him. Giving the idea up, I struggled to my feet
and finished dressing, hearing the front door slam as the 'rents leave for
work as I pulled my T-shirt on.

As usual, mum had left a note asking us to do a few household chores before
we went out, which we soon saw off, and with a quick glance round the
'tidied' living room and kitchen went to grab our bikes.

We rode in silence most of the way: David I knew was thinking of Derrick,
cricket and an empty house. My mind was more concerned with Mark. It wasn't
easy to mind-hop whilst riding my bike, but with a little practice found I
could keep enough of my brain working to make sure that I didn't kill
myself and still try to get inside Mark's mind. As I got nearer and nearer
to his house, the grey mist cleared a little and an image started to
appear.

He was making himself a cup of coffee as I rang the front door bell. I'd
already discovered that he was thinking about what time I would turn up,
how difficult it would be to set up a database for his collection of
pictures, and few other odd things – none of which were about sex I was
a bit disappointed to learn.

It took about an hour to set up and fine tune the database and load the
pictures on to it. Mark was well pleased with the end result and played
around, trying different ways of sorting it. Some of the pictures weren't
all that good and so we spent another hour messing about with an image
enhancing program, something else he didn't know much about. By the end of
the session, I was getting seriously frustrated – we'd sorted out his
problems, but what about mine? All the time we'd been working together, I'd
probed his mind a few times but learned nothing – it was almost as if he
was deliberately blocking out that part of his mind. As a last resort, I
dropped my hand on top of his 'by accident' and thought as hard as I could
of he and I jacking off together back at the house.

It worked! The hidden part of his mind sprang open and I was in. Mark's
face reddened a little as the unwanted thought flashed through it but he
didn't try to banish it – not very hard anyway. I could feel him trying
to make his mind up – did he want to, or didn't he? Mostly he did, but
there was a bit which told him no, he shouldn't. Choosing the times
carefully, I shot him thoughts of how good it felt, that it was just a bit
of harmless fun, that ... well, you get the idea.

"Can I see it again?" I asked. I was concentrating so hard that I didn't
know whether I'd actually spoken what I thought, or just implanted the
idea. Whichever it was, it achieved the desired effect as the growing bulge
in his jeans showed.

I made a big show of adjusting my dick, not for a second taking my eyes
away from his groin.  "Come on, let's have a bit of fun," I whispered,
sliding my hand across to his thigh.

The timing was perfect. He gave me the slightest of nods and I began to
unfasten his fly. As he opened his legs enough to allow me better access,
my mind almost went into orbit as I pushed my hand inside.

"Wanna go on the bed?" I said, grasping his rod gently.

"OK," he almost moaned.

Somewhat feverishly I undid his belt and pushed his trousers and pants down
to his ankles, leaving his dick fully exposed and laid flat against his
navel, throbbing slowly in time with his heartbeat. With the softest of
touches, I grasped it and sighed happily.

"Nice one!" I said quietly, staring at my prize.

Mark tried to push my hand away, but only with a nominal effort.

"Take mine off," I told him.

He was too far gone by now to raise even the faintest of objections, and
with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, he did as he was
asked. "Everything!" I added, giving him an encouraging smile.

Seconds later we were both laying naked on his bed, eyes taking in the
erotic sight. Mark I knew was still a little nervous, but was getting more
comfortable with every passing second. He was even beginning to enjoy
himself, I learned as I felt delicately around his dick and balls. Picking
up his hand, I put it on my cock and gasped as his fingers tightened round
it.

We were laying a few chaste inches apart, each staring downwards at our
slowly moving hands. I inched closer to him, allowing our shoulders and
legs to touch, and feeling for the first time the magical spark of
electricity shoot through me as we came in contact. Lifting my head up
slightly, I let Mark put an arm underneath me.

"Nice!" I whispered, refraining from kissing him with no little difficulty.

He half-smiled back at me and continued jacking me off slowly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he said thoughtfully, not for a second
lifting his eyes from our groins.

I knew that he'd said that more for his own benefit than mine and so
ignored it mostly.

"No, I know," I agreed, giving his dick a little squeeze. "That's what
makes it even more fun."

"Suppose so. You ever done this before?"

"No, never. First time. You?" I said, hoping there isn't a Hell for me to
burn in

"No. Never."

"Wanna stop?" I asked, pausing my hand.

For answer, he just looked at me and shook his head slightly.

"Great!" I giggled and started to work on him more seriously.

Didn't take long of course, not with the mood we'd got ourselves into. We
both came to very satisfactory orgasms with a few strokes of each other,
surprised by both the volume and gratification we got. With what little
energy I had left, I grabbed my T-shirt and cleaned us both up before
taking hold of Mark's now flaccid dick again and just holding it happily.

"Come on," he said once he'd got his brain back in gear, "We'd better get
dressed."

I picked up my now very soiled T-shirt and looked at it in disgust.

"Here," he grinned, "Borrow this one."

He threw me a clean one and watched carefully as I dressed. Taking a quick
tour of his mind, I discovered that he was by no means as pissed off with
the event as he looked or spoke. In fact I'm sure he was already hoping we
would do it again sometime in the not-too-distant future.

"OK?" I asked as he searched for his clothes.

"Yeah," he answered convincingly. "I'm good."

For Mark that was as much of an admission that he had enjoyed himself as
you would ever get and I rejoiced inwardly.

"Wanna come round my house tomorrow?" I asked.

This time he smiled properly and said he would. What he didn't say, but
thought, was that he hoped there would be a repeat performance.

"Everyone will be out," I said significantly. "Can I trust you to behave
yourself?"

"Not in the slightest," he laughed. "But I'm bringing my camera so's we can
go to that house and take some more pictures."

"That's OK, we can do that as well if you want," I giggled. "But I gotta go
now, I'm already late for David. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure," he said happily.

I hadn't arranged to meet David of course, but I wanted to part from Mark
on a high note and in any case I wanted to experiment more with the
mind-hopping thing.

The best place, I decided, was the local park, where there was sure to be
lots of people and so I rode there fairly quickly, taking the opportunity
once in a while to think of Mark. To my delight, I could sense that he was
laying on his bed, toying idly with his once-again erect cock. He was
feeling quite pleased with himself in an odd sort of way – happy that
our mutual jack-off session hadn't been as nasty as he thought it would be,
and happy at the prospect of doing it again tomorrow. This pleased me too
of course and I looked forward to it with even more delight.

Once in the park, I quickly learned that I couldn't mind-hop quite as
easily as I hoped. To begin with I sat quietly on a bench and looked at
people one by one. Nothing. Not a thing apart from a few fuzzy images from
little kids which I put down to their having more open minds than older
people. Giving up, I went across to the other side of the park where a gang
of boys were playing soccer. Thankfully, I recognised quite a few of them
and gave them a wave as I sat on the grass to watch. A couple asked if I
wanted to join in, but as this was done as much out of politeness as
anything else, my refusal wasn't taken amiss: they knew I was hopeless
anyway and were quite glad.

Of the dozen or so players, I knew about half of them by sight, and three
or four by name Looking at them one by one, I confirmed that I had no
empathy at all from the ones I didn't know. Of those that I recognised, the
ones I knew better gave me instant access to their thoughts – fuzzy and
unclear to start with, but gradually firming up as I concentrated. The two
I knew best, class-mates of mine, I had immediate contact with, much to my
pleasure.

Brian, the one closest to me, was concentrating on the game and had few
other thoughts apart from watching the ball and I let him get on with it as
I switched to his mate Andy. I sensed straight away that he was
bored. Giving him my full attention, I learned that he'd only joined in the
game because everyone else had wanted to play and he didn't want to be left
out. Just at present his mind was in free-fall, hoping that the ball didn't
come anywhere near to him, and yet having nothing else to think
about. Taking advantage of the blankness, I sent him an image of myself,
(fully dressed for once!) and watched for his reaction. I was inordinately
pleased when his head came round to look at me and I gave him a wave of
acknowledgement. Giving me a slight smile and wave back, he turned his mind
back to the game. I let him have a few minutes to himself and then slipped
back. This time I implanted a suggestion that he had a loose shoelace, and
once again I was delighted to see him bend down and re-tie it.

'So far, so good,' I thought. 'Now for the big one.'

Much as Charlie had done to me when we first met, I persuaded Andy that he
had a rather persistent tingle in his groin. Idly he scratched it, hardly
aware of what he was doing, so I intensified it and was glad to feel his
cock begin to stir. Eventually the itch got so strong that Andy had to do
something serious about it, and with a yell to his mates that he was going
for a piss, ran off the field to the changing rooms. I would have loved to
follow him in, but decided against it – at least for the time
being. Instead, I closed my eyes and thought hard. The vision wasn't quite
as clear as it was, but it was still good enough for me to know what was
going on. Andy had sat himself down in one of the cubicles, and with his
jeans round his ankles, looked curiously at his semi-erection. He wasn't
too surprised at getting a hard-on, just curious as to why it had happened
right out of the blue. Once he'd checked that everything was in order, he
leant back and started to jack himself off. There was no need for me to
stimulate him any more and so I tried to read his thoughts – this time
with more success. Drifting across his mind were a multitude of images,
sexually invigorating ones. Some were of girls and some of boys rather to
my surprise. None of them were clear enough for me to recognise, but the
mere fact that there was a healthy smattering of nude boys was enough to
satisfy me. With a wicked smile, I gave him a picture of myself, naked and
jacking off in time with him. The effect was instantaneous – his cock
hardened fully and his hand started to jump up and down like a thing
possessed.

"Oh, fuck!" I heard, or felt, him moan as he orgasmed magnificently into
his hand. "Shit!" he said as he stared at the mess dripping from his
fingers.

I deliberately caught his eye as he left the changing rooms a few minutes
later and was amused when I got a definitely embarrassed little smile from
him and a tiny wave of his hand.

'One up to me,' I thought cheerfully.

It was only on the way home when I was thinking about things that it dawned
on me what power I had. So far I'd 'seduced' three boys – my brother,
Mark and now Andy (almost). And that wasn't including Charlie. Awesome!

"You're very pleased with yourself," a familiar voice said. "Tell me all
about it!"

I explained the day's events to Charlie, who was impressed.

"Dirty bugger!" he said, grinning. "Thought you might be able to do
something like that. Good trick ain't it?"

I agreed, it was a good trick indeed. "So, where you been?" I asked.

"Oh, out and about," he said enigmatically. "Dropped in on David and
Derrick to see what they were up to."

"And?"

"They tried to screw each other, but didn't get anywhere. They don't know
about getting ready for that sort of thing, and using oil or something as
well."

"Why didn't you tell 'em?" I asked, feeling sorry for them

"Couldn't. They were concentrating so hard that I couldn't get into their
minds. Found something else out though."

"Oh, what's that?" I asked, still thinking about David.

"There's this other boy Graham, who I've found. Friend of David's. He's got
a mind as good as yours. Better in fact!" he sniggered.

"How so better?" I asked, slightly peeved.

"He lets me take over completely and doesn't mind."

"Why'd he let you do that? What's in it for him?"

"Ah, well," Charlie replied, full of himself. "He don't like being fucked
very much and so I take over. Then we change round and I sit back whilst he
screws his mate. Perfect arrangement!"

"So that's why I haven't heard from you very much recently," I said. "Busy
getting your rocks off with someone else!"

For once Charlie went quiet for a minute or two as he thought, then said,
"Don't mind, do you? Only it's so good to get out and about after all this
time, and you don't do the sort of things I like."

Now it was my turn to think. I'd missed Charlie a few times, but oddly
enough not from the sex point of view, but as someone who knew and
understood how I felt about things – even better than my brother. There
was something else too, I realised with a start: I didn't need him as much
to help me probe other peoples minds. OK, I wasn't anywhere near as good as
him, but somehow he'd unlocked an ability in me that I didn't even know I
had - a truly awe-inspiring one.

We had a rapid-fire exchange of thoughts during which I described the sort
of things I'd discovered I could do, and the things I couldn't. In return
he explained that most people were born with an ability to 'read minds' to
a greater or lesser extent, but the talent slowly disappeared as you got
older unless it was used. Some people were much better than others, and I
was one of the lucky ones, as was Alan. David had a limited ability, but
chose not to use it very much I think. Anyway, the upshot was that Charlie
and I sort of agreed that we didn't need each other quite so much now –
our tastes and interests going off in different directions.

"There's one thing you hadn't thought of though," Charlie said. "How about
other things? It hasn't gotta be sex all the time you know. You'd be amazed
at what you can get people to do!"

Now there was a new thought. Stupidly, I'd never thought of using my talent
for anything else except, well, you-know-what. But if I could do other
things as well ... my mind began to reel as I considered it.

The first and most obvious person to try it out on was my brother of course
and so later that evening when we were gathered around the TV, I decided
that a cup of coffee would be welcome. Staring at the back of David's head,
who happened to be sitting in front of me at the time, I passed the idea to
him as hard as I could think.

It took a couple of minutes for it to work, probably because he was
comfortably relaxed and didn't really want to move – but then he stirred
and disappeared into the kitchen, returning five minutes later with two
cups of steaming coffee! Pleased with myself, I tried several other little
things over the course of the evening: getting him to scratch his balls,
turning to look at me and so on, and it worked almost every time and not
once did he seem to realise that he was being made to do it.

Getting him to do sex stuff in bed late that night didn't need any magical
powers – he would've done that anyway. I though him into doing a '69'
with me, but then I wasn't sure whether it was his idea or mine. In any
case I soon lost interest in doing any more experimentation as I felt his
familiar and very welcome mouth wrap itself round my cock.

The next person with whom to explore my talent was, inevitably, Mark. He
appeared about mid-morning, well after David had gone out. In fact I had
almost given him up when he arrived, apologising for being late. Throwing a
few essentials like Coke and biscuits into a backpack, I straddled my bike
and followed him down the road. I'd already decided not to mess with his
mind until we got to the house, but it didn't stop me probing a bit as rode
along behind him. His mind was filled with thoughts of the bird pictures he
hoped to take, but beneath that I discovered that he was also thinking
about the fun we'd had yesterday. Well, 'fun' wasn't quite the word he'd
use I don't think. He hadn't disliked what we'd done, although to say he
was ecstatic was probably stretching things just a bit far. The main thing
was that he couldn't quite work out how or why he'd got in that situation;
he'd never done that sort of thing before, and had never wanted to. And yet
having done it the once, he wouldn't object to doing it again –
probably. He'd never suggest it though, and would try to resist any offers
if he possibly could. Probably.

Once again, I went for a walk round the grounds once he'd set his stuff up
and settled down to work, partly because I was bored and partly because I
wanted him to be in as much of a relaxed and happy mood as possible for
what I had in mind. Having nothing else to do, I thought of Charlie and
slightly to my concern, it wasn't as easy to contact him as usual. To start
with there was a grey fuzziness, a little like an out-of-tune radio or
TV. Slowly it cleared though and I was greeted by a very disgruntled
Charlie.

"What?" he said, sounding very pissed off with me.

"Sorry!" I stumbled out. "Did I disturb you or something?"

"You bet you fuckin' did," he said, a bit calmer. " Me and Graham were just
about to get it on with a mate of his. Good looker too!" he smiled wryly.

"Sorry!" I said again. "Don't really want anything, just to chat, that was
all. Go back if you like."

"Sure?" Charlie replied, the relief sounding in his voice.

"Yeah. I'll catch up with you later."

"OK," he said, then vanished, only to flash back a second later with a
cheery "Good luck!"

Shrugging my shoulders, I headed back to Mark to see what he was up to.

The sight which met me as I entered the room almost caused me to have a
heart attack. Mark was looking through his binoculars at a bird or
something, and to do so he'd spread his legs apart, leaned over and was
resting his elbows on the widow sill. The result was that his jeans were
stretched tightly over his arse. A very presentable, if not downright
obscene vision.

Not taking my eyes from the sight, I moved across to the bed and sat
cross-legged on it, taking in the view. Mark turned to look at me, grinned
slightly and went back to staring out of the window. It wasn't long before
I started to look for things to relieve the frustration that was building
up in me – not a sexy sort of frustration though (for once!), just an
annoyance that I was with a boy I liked quite a lot, and was being
ignored. Letting my emotions get the better of me, I flashed him a message
that I was bored.

There was no movement from Mark for a few more minutes and I'd given up
even trying to read his mind – there was nothing there of any
interest. Quite suddenly he put the binoculars down, turned to face me and
said, "Come on, let's go back to your house. There's nothing happening
here."

I still couldn't sense anything from him very much except that he seemed to
be almost as bored as I was – well, not bored exactly, but frustrated
like me. The only thing was that I couldn't work out whether it was because
of the lack of wildlife or something else.

On the way back to my house I tried several times to get into Mark's mind
but without success – he was one of those people who for some reason or
other whose mind I couldn't penetrate very deeply, the only things I could
do was to implant ideas and sense what sort of mood he was in. And the mood
he was in just now was a good one.

Once back in my house, an empty one thank goodness, we quickly grabbed the
regulation soft drinks and food before disappearing to my room.

It was the first time Mark had been here of course and he was curious to
know how two boys such as my brother and I managed not only to share the
same space, but also how we managed to get any privacy. We chatted for a
while along these lines, and seemed happy when I explained that when you've
grown up with a brother, then privacy wasn't a problem – 'what you've
never had, you'll never miss' sort of thing.

"What about being naked together?" he asked. "Doesn't that worry you?"

"You've never had a brother!" I laughed. "We've seen each other naked since
the day I was born and it's no big deal."

Mark looked at me curiously and after a moment said, "What about, you know,
when you get a hard-on, or you wanna, well, have a wank?"

I giggled at his naivety and explained that boners are a regular event for
us both and never caused a problem. "And if we want a wank, we either go to
the bathroom, or do it in bed when the lights are out!" I lied.

"Wow!" he said quietly. "Not sure I could cope with that!"

"No choice," I laughed, "It's either that or do without!"

This at least raised a smile, and a most definite hardening below the belt.

"You ever done it together?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Yeah, a couple of times when we were younger. At least we watched each
other do it. We've never done it to each other," I lied yet again.

There was a considerable pause whilst he debated with himself. I knew what
he wanted to do, what he wanted to ask and I flashed him a quick thought
that I wouldn't mind doing what was now uppermost in his mind. To help
things along, I also commented that I thought it was hot in my room and I
was going to take my shirt off.

"Good idea," he agreed and without a second thought removed his as well.

"Wanna go any further?" I asked quietly, my hands resting on my belt in
readiness.

In reply, I got a single nod of his head and a nervous swallow.

Unlike yesterday when we'd left our trousers and pants round our ankles,
this time we stood looking at each other face to face completely naked.

"Very nice!" I whispered, reaching out a hand towards his dick.

Before I could take hold of it though, he moved across to my bed and sat on
the edge, holding his own cock and staring at mine. I sat beside him and
gently pushed his hand out of the way. Very slowly I started to jack him
off. Mark closed his eyes and leaned back on his elbows, sighing
contentedly.

"Lay back," I said softly, pushing him back.

I had to put his hand on my own leaking cock as he seemed reluctant to make
the move. Then we began to jack off with a bit more seriousness. As far as
I was concerned, the feelings I was getting were fantastic – they always
were when someone else was playing with my bits but I could sense that Mark
wasn't altogether happy: he was very nervous in fact. Despite my best
efforts to make him relax, it wasn't too long before he pushed my hand away
and took over himself, wanking his own dick frantically. I had no choice of
course except to take care of myself in a similar fashion.

At the end, when we'd both shot our loads onto our chests, Mark only rested
for a few seconds before he retrieved his clothes and dressed himself
quickly. I sensed that he was glad it was over with, and whilst not really
regretting what we'd done, wasn't too anxious to do it again. He'd learned
something about himself I realised, something that disappointed me
immensely.

An hour later, he left for home. We were still friends I was glad to know,
and he wanted to keep the friendship going – but that was as far as it
was going to go. Smiling ruefully to myself, I tidied my room up and
accepted the fact that Mark and I weren't going to get much further than we
already had.

Chapter 8.

I never thought I'd say it, but thank God for school! It was a veritable
heaven as far as I was concerned as I could not only fantasise about any
and every boy I saw (which I'd always done anyway!) but I could have fun
with their minds as well. I knew, of course, that I couldn't penetrate the
mind of everyone I saw, but at a guess about one in ten had ones I could
get into, and a couple of those I could actually sort of control if I
thought hard enough about it. At a rough guess, there were about 120 boys
in my year group, and I knew about half of those in the years above and
below my year group. That meant I knew about 240 boys well enough to
recognise, which in turn meant that I could sense the thoughts of about 25
of them. Good enough, I grinned to myself as I worked the figures out.

Not surprisingly my favourite hunting grounds were the various toilets
scattered around the school and the two changing rooms – the gym and the
sports field. I knew I had to be careful of course – I'd seen the
consequences often enough of a boy being 'outed', rightly or wrongly, and
the last thing I wanted was to be a part of that group.

My usual ploy was to scan the boys around me at break or lunch-times and
see which ones were susceptible to my probings. On several occasions I
managed to persuade a particularly good-looking one that he needed to pay a
visit to the toilet. I would then make sure that I got there before him and
wait for him to arrive. It was easy to persuade him to stand close enough
to me so I could take a good look at his tackle, and sometimes even make
him get a hard-on. More often than not that was as far as I could make the
boy go and they would depart hastily. Several of them though didn't object
too much and it only took a little suggestion from me for them to openly
display what they had, provided I returned the favour.

I remember with some satisfaction the first time my plan came together
perfectly. There was a boy, Kevin, in the year group below me who had a
particularly open mind I found out. He wasn't bad-looking either, which was
a bonus. The first time I came across him, not only did he let his cock get
obviously hard in front of me, but he also gave it one or two suggestive
tugs right in front of me. I flashed him a compliment or two and was
delighted to see him blush slightly. For a day or two I watched him and
probed his mind gently, discovering two things almost straight away:
firstly that he'd only recently started to cum, and secondly that he
thought a lot about other boys.

It was the start one the lunch-break when a golden opportunity to take
things further presented itself to me. I'd just left my classroom and was
headed outside when I almost bumped into him in the corridor. A flash of
recognition crossed his face, together with a slight touch of embarrassment
as he remembered where we'd met. Taking a chance, I suggested that he was
in urgent need of a piss, and that it must be in the toilets on the top
floor, the least used ones. I too needed to use the same bathroom and so
led the way, listening carefully to his footsteps behind me.

Once inside the empty room, I got my dick out and waited. Sure enough, ten
seconds later he followed me in and stood at the urinal about two feet
away. I turned to smile at him, almost waving my cock in his direction. He
didn't need any further help – his dick started to fatten up instantly
and he even changed hands so I could get a proper look at it. I allowed
mine to harden to its full extent and started to wank it provocatively.

He couldn't take his eyes away, and I knew then that I'd got him. I closed
the gap between us and turned to face him properly. "Want a bit of fun?" I
asked quietly, nodding in the direction of a cubicle.

His mind was a mess – I almost reeled with the intensity of his reaction
as he nodded furiously.

Without bothering to re-fasten our trousers we squeezed into the nearest
cubicle and reached our hands downwards.

"Oh fuck!" he sighed as he grasped my cock.

I held his dick between my fingers, absorbing its softness and innocence.

"Nice one!" I whispered, giving it a squeeze.

I got a broad grin for that and a quickening of his hand.

"Wait a bit," I said quietly. "Drop your pants."

He did so hurriedly, pushing them down to his knees as fast as he could
before retaking hold of me.

Kevin was so excited that it took only a few strokes to make him cum, which
he did violently. Not massively of course, but with a much-needed
release. Amazingly, he only paused in jacking me off for a second or two
before he started again, his cock staying just as hard as it was
before. Knowing how sensitive it must be, I shifted my attentions to his
balls – delightfully small and hairless.

"Cumming!" I moaned as his delicate fingers danced around my pride and
joy. "Cummmmming!"

I fired my bullets out in rapid succession, each one getting as far as the
wall in front of me. Kevin stared in awe as each one fired out of my cock.

"Wow" he grinned as my tool softened. "That was good."

I hadn't the energy to do anything except nod in agreement.

Neither of us made any attempt at getting dressed for a couple of minutes
– we were both far too interested in getting a good look at each other.

"We'd better go," he giggled at last, reaching down to pull his things up.

"Yeah," I replied. "That was good, Thanks."

"No problem," he laughed lightly. "I liked it."

I saw Kevin fairly regularly after that, managing to get together at least
a couple of times a week to repeat the exercise, much to our mutual
satisfaction – and I didn't even need to 'persuade' him either!

* * * * *

Another boy I took an inordinate interest in was Philip. He was the same
age as me, in the same class in fact. Quite simply he was the best-looking
boy ever. He had a slightly olive-coloured skin, a mop of unruly black
curly hair, luscious black eyes and a smile to die for. His cock and balls,
which I'd perved on many, many times in the changing rooms were just
perfect: an uncircumcised four or five inch tool resting on smooth,
fuzz-covered balls. A walking wet-dream as far as I was
concerned. Unfortunately he was unattainable. I could get inside his head
easily enough and could even implant some suggestions. The problem was that
he was unshakably hetero. I knew I could make him get hard by flashing him
pictures of naked girls, but the instant anything even vaguely gay crossed
his mind, he lost it. Once or twice I took pernicious enjoyment in giving
him a hard-on during class, much to his consternation and watched avidly as
he unconsciously fingered it below the desk. I always made it go down
though when the lesson ended – after all I didn't want to embarrass him!

Like many things in life, it is always the impossible things that you
desire the most and so I devoted a lot of time and energy to Philip,
without making one millimetre of progress.

One day, because it was raining so hard, we were kept in school during the
lunch-break and I had spent a good deal of it mind-hopping when I came
across a very bored Philip sat by himself. He was so relaxed that I got
right inside his mind without any problem whatsoever and found that he
wasn't thinking of anything at all. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea.

I gave him the thought that he needed a piss urgently and watched as he
stood up to make his way to the nearest bathroom. As he left I gave him two
other thoughts in quick succession – one that he should choose a quieter
toilet, and secondly a series of scantily-dressed and naked girls. Quickly
following him, I watched as he climbed the stairs to the first floor and
went into the bog. Whilst he was busy unzipping his flies, I slipped into a
vacant sit-down and locked the door.

Now I could get down to work seriously. I knew that I could enter his mind
completely and, just as Charlie had done with me, enjoy all the thoughts
and feelings he had whilst still allowing him to do whatever he wanted. The
only problem was that I had to 'leave my own body' when I did this – to
outside appearances it would seem as if I had fainted, hence the need to
lock myself away.

All well and good. I continued giving him the images he wanted to see –
and a few he'd probably never even thought of before! The upshot was that
he developed a raging boner that simply demanded attention. It was
magnificent and exceeded even my expectations. It was six-plus inches of
beautiful, flawless olive-coloured flesh standing out from a bush of the
same curly black hair that I knew so well. Already from the uncircumcised
head, pre-cum was beginning to drip out copiously.

There was only a subdued 'fuck it!' from Philip's tortured mind as he
decided to do the only possible thing. He locked himself in the adjoining
cubicle and dropped his pants. With a self-satisfied sigh he stretched his
legs out as wide as he could and lovingly took hold of the piece of hot
flesh between his legs.

I gave him more images to work on, slowly and deliberately. If I produced
them too quickly, it would be over and done with in next to no time I
reasoned. This way, I could at least make it last a bit longer – and we
were both enjoying ourselves hugely.

As if in time with a hidden melody, I changed the pictures with a steady
rhythm, allowing them to get faster little by little until with an
explosion to rival that of Krakatoa, he exploded. I'm sure we both fainted
for a split second as he erupted, sending globs of hot cum high in the air:
high enough I noted with delight afterwards to reach the ceiling! Philip
moaned loudly and his whole body shook with passion as he slowly came down
from what I learned was his best and most intense orgasm ever.

Quickly, I slipped back into my own body just in time to hear 'Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!" from a very surprised but not unhappy Philip.

My own cock was of course achingly hard by now and I carefully released
it. Once I'd heard Philip leave the room, I gave it the few rapid jerks it
needed and allowed my own seed to spill out – not as magnificently as
Philip's of course, but very welcome nevertheless.

It was with a wry smile that I noticed how tired Philip was for the
remainder of the day, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get him
any more than half-hard.

* * * * *

Such was my life at school. I was having immense fun and 'seduced' more
boys than I can remember. I have mentioned just Kevin and Philip because
they stand out more than the others: Kevin because we still do stuff once
in a while, and Philip because it was so spectacular. I'd made my mind up
though that I wouldn't get too involved with any one person too often. Much
as I would like to have a close 'friend', it would be far too dangerous
– not only for my reputation, but also because David went to the same
school of course, and he would be sure to hear if I was doing anything. The
result was that as time went by, I was getting more and more 'long term
frustrated'.

David and I still did stuff together nearly every night – in fact it was
almost routine. That isn't to say that it was boring or anything though, we
both enjoyed ourselves and looked forward to our games. For some strange
reason we found them comforting and relaxing and looking back on it now, it
was whilst we were sharing the same bed – and each other – that we
were closest. I still needed more though – someone just as special as
Derrick was to David.

It was David that made me realise it. I'd been out all day with Mark,
riding round the lanes taking the odd picture here and there, but mostly
just for the fun of it. Sex was off the agenda of course – the nearest
we'd got to it was watching each other piss in the bushes, neither of us
getting even the slightest bit hard. I was OK with that though: once we'd
set the limits to our friendship, I discovered that I quite liked him as a
person and actually enjoyed his company.

David and I were telling one another about our day, lazily playing with
each other when he asked me whether or not Mark and I were 'doing
stuff'. When I told him that we weren't, he looked surprised.

"But I thought, ..." he started to say.

I told him all that had happened, and how Mark was OK as a friend, but he
wasn't interested in much more than that.

"But what you doin' about, you know, ..." he giggled, giving my cock a
wiggle. "I know you're getting something somewhere, you gotta be!"

"Yeah," I sighed. "Only with a couple of mates at school once in a
while. Nothing regular though, not like you and Derrick. Talking of which
how are things with you and him? Having fun?"

"Oh, yeah!" he sniggered. "He's OK."

"What sort of stuff do you do?" I asked, instantly regretting it.

"Oh, same sort of things you me me do," he said. Then, realising I could
sense when he wasn't telling me the whole truth, added, "And a bit more."

I tried not to let my surprise show as I said quietly, "What? You haven't?
You don't ...?"

He blushed slightly but said nothing.

"Hey, I don't mind," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. "If
that's what you want, then it's OK. At least you've got someone."

We jacked each other off thoughtfully for a few minutes before David broke
the spell. "Hey, I wanna 69," he grinned.

Halfway through a rather enjoyable bit of fun, I felt David lift his head
away from my dick and look at me.

"What about Alan?" he said.

It took me a moment or two to remember who Alan was.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. "I'd forgotten all about him. He was OK."

How the Hell had I forgotten about Alan? OK, he was almost a couple of
years younger than me, and lived in the nearby town, but I knew him and
what's more, knew what interested him. Now there was a thought.

I smiled inwardly and concentrated on showing David just how grateful I was
for his brilliant idea.

* * * * *

It didn't take me long to dig out his address from dad's files, together
with a note to say that Alan's mum and dad were now regular attenders at
their meetings. David and I rarely went to them these days, partly because
we weren't all that interested, and partly because, as mum so delicately
put it, 'some things weren't suitable for children'. It was only years
later that I learned the real reason. The adolescent mind is very
susceptible to psychic phenomena, due largely to the increased hormone
levels and changing bodies. Any teenager gifted with psychic abilities
would frequently flood the minds of people around him with totally
unsuitable thoughts and images: unknown to me, my mother had glimpsed some
particularly vivid and licentious thoughts from both David and me –
hence the 'ban' from the gatherings until we were able to control our
thoughts! It also meant of course that Alan wouldn't be attending the
meetings either, so it was time for Plan B whatever that was.

The following Saturday, with the aid of a map and a lot of trial and error,
I eventually found what I guessed to be Alan's house. Taking care to stay
out of sight, I looked at it. It was one of the better-kept houses in the
street, although that didn't say very much. Most of them were quite run
down: peeling paintwork, dirty windows, junk in the garden sort of
thing. Fitted in quite well with what I had thought about Alan. I
concentrated hard and tried to find him. It wasn't all that easy: I'd only
met him the once and didn't know him anywhere near well enough to get into
his mind straight away – for all I knew, he wasn't even at home.

With an immense effort, I could just about feel him – a grey, nebulous
nothingness which only came into focus very slowly. Suddenly with a snap
that made me jump, he was there. It took both of us a moment or two to
adjust to the shock, and with obvious apprehension, I felt Alan ask,
"Jason?"

"Yeah. Sorry if I made you jump. I'm just sort of experimenting. That is
Alan isn't it?" I said stupidly.

"Yeah!" he flashed back, slightly more cheerfully. "Where are you?"

"In town," I said. "Shopping. What you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm still in bed," he laughed. "I was asleep until a couple of
minutes ago."

"Wanna get together sometime?" I flashed. "We could have some fun!"

Mixed in with Alan's agreement were images of naked boys as well as a
desire to explore this talent we shared.

"Whichever you like!" I signalled back, much to Alan's surprise and shock.

"You can tell what I'm thinking?" he said, aghast at the thought.

"Only if it's strong enough," I giggled.

We experimented with our new-found ability for a few minutes, amazed at the
speed not only with which we'd accepted it, but the things we could do.

"Fuckin' Hell!" he grinned.

"Snap!" I laughed.

A sudden noise to my left brought me back to reality with a start. Across
the road was a group of boys staring at me with an interest I didn't much
like. It didn't take a mind-reader to know what their next move would be.

"Gotta go!" I said hurriedly. "Come to my house tomorrow if you can."

"OK," he sent back. "See you."

Beating a hasty retreat, I headed homewards as fast as I could.

Once clear of the area I slowed down a bit and thought about what had just
happened with Alan. Strange to say, I wasn't at all perturbed by the ease
with which we'd made contact: in fact I was rather pleased in an odd sort
of way because it meant that I wasn't the only person with such a freakish
talent and I could at last have someone to talk to who understood. There
was always Charlie of course, but the big advantage that Alan had was that
he was real skin and bone and not some ethereal presence!

Chapter 9

I awoke the following morning to find David still in my bed with his legs
entwined with mine, his head on my chest and raging hard-on digging
pleasantly into my thigh. I panicked for a moment until my eyes found the
bedside clock and learned that it was only just after six am, thank
goodness. Turning over to face David, I looked at him and felt a surge of
warmth and tenderness flow through me. I realised, not for the first time,
how lucky I was to have him. There can't be many brothers, I mused, who are
as close as him and me and I was incredibly fortunate. I ran my fingers
through his hair and stroked the back of his neck softly, letting my other
hand rest on his swollen dick.

It took him a few minutes to wake up, or at least to let me know he was
awake. His eyes opened slowly and stared into mine.

"Don't stop," he sighed as I pulled my hands away. "Feels nice."

I giggled quietly at him and kissed him on the forehead. "We'll be in deep
shit if mum and dad find us like this."

He looked at the clock, snuggled closer to me and whispered, "We got an
hour."

These early morning chats were the best ones we had, that strange twilight
period between sleep and full wakefulness being the most relaxed part of
the day when we often shared our deepest thoughts and problems. In fact
there was very little we didn't know about each other of course: I knew
that he was still messing with Derrick on an almost daily basis, and that
he was the only one. I don't think he was actually 'gay' in the modern
sense of the word, it's just that they satisfied each other's needs as and
when they wanted. David, on the other hand, knew that I was much more
inclined towards a more lasting and permanent relationship. It was slightly
amusing to realise that just at the moment, Derrick was getting more than
me. Amusing for him at least.

"Hey," I said as we struggled out of bed. "I almost forgot. Alan's coming
round today. Wanna hang around?"

He looked at me and grinned. "Naah. He's all yours, I'll keep out of the
way. You'd have no chance if he saw what I've got to offer him!"

"Bollocks!" I laughed and threw my pillow at him.

I knew Alan was about to arrive way before he strolled up the garden path
with his bike. I'd felt a greyish sort of sensation for ages, the feeling I
had when someone was trying to make contact.

"Hiya!" I eventually picked up. "You home?"

"Course," I flashed. "Waiting for you."

To my surprise I instantly got a delightfully happy response, tagged on the
end of which was an aura of undoubted lust. Underlying these feelings
though was one of one of trepidation: he was already a bit scared of his
own psychic abilities, and was very wary of mine, not knowing how powerful
they were. Thus it was that he came into the house nervously, almost as if
he was expecting to be attacked or something. Because I too was just as
apprehensive as he was, we just stood and looked at each other for a few
seconds without speaking. I'd just decided to offer him a drink or
something when he gave me the answer before I'd even opened my mouth.

"Yes, please," he said.

Or did he? Was it actual words I heard, or thought-transference? Either
way, he wanted a drink, so I went to fetch one, already confused by him
after what? Thirty seconds?

We sat at the big dining table not saying a word – in fact we'd both
switched our minds off as much as possible and no communication was taking
place between us at all. The tension was becoming unbearable as neither of
us wanted to be the first to let our defences down, but then I remembered
he was a guest in my house and it was up to me to start the ball rolling.

Gently I began to probe his mind, trying my best to radiate a feeling of
friendliness and openness.

"Hi!" I suddenly got back.

Not a joyful 'I'm glad to see you' sort of thing, but a quiet, nervous
greeting.

"Hi! I sent back, smiling a him. "Bit scary isn't it."

"Yeah. I ain't done much of this sort of thing before. Not two ways
anyway. I've read lots of other peoples minds though."

I laughed back at him, noticing the blush flushing across his face and the
bit of thinking he's blanked me off from.

"You're telling me!" I answered. "You learn all sorts of things, don't
you?"

He didn't answer this, but blushed a little deeper and nodded at me.

Slowly we opened our minds to one another, little by little until we were
'talking' more or less properly, but still with most of our deeper thoughts
blocked off.

"Oh, come on," I said at last. "This's silly. If we're gonna be friends, we
gotta relax a bit. It's stupid trying to hide things from each other, we're
gonna find out stuff anyway, sooner or later."

Alan smiled grimly at this and after a moments hesitation nodded at me.

Now much more at ease with one another, we thankfully dropped the barriers
and opened up.

The thing uppermost in our minds, not unsurprisingly, was sex – after
all we were both young boys and sex is never very far from their thoughts
anyway! But this was different of course: we already knew enough about each
other to know that we'd crossed a sort of line that took most boys ages and
ages to cross, if they ever did. We knew what sort of things we liked –
or would like to know better. My thoughts were echoed instantly by Alan who
let an image of a naked me slip past his guard – a slightly blurry one
as we'd never actually seen each other without clothes. I returned the
favour of course and we both broke out in giggles. We were about to explore
our minds a bit further when I sensed a marked reluctance from Alan.

"What?" I asked.

He looked round the living room nervously.

"Good idea. Let's go up to my bedroom." I sent back.

There was no real need to of course: the house was going to be empty for
some time, but I understood his apprehension and led the way upstairs. Once
in the privacy of my room, he relaxed completely. For a good few minutes we
exchanged a whole mass of stuff about each other in a hurried, confused and
illogical pattern, but enough to realise that we had no problems at all in
understanding each other. The initial rush once over, we looked at each
other and giggled.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked.

"See you undressed," he flashed back instantly, but then tried to cover his
tracks by changing it to a less provocative one.

"I will if you will," I signalled, thanking the stars that psychic
communication was a definite advantage!

Despite the directness of the requests and the certainty that it was
something we both wanted, it was with a strong sense of nervousness that we
stood up and faced each other.

Shrugging my shoulders mentally, I started to strip off – first my shirt
and then shoes and socks, then ... all the while watching Alan perform the
same ritual not two feet away. I was conscious of two strange emotions
coursing through me, one of sheer excitement at the prospect of seeing Alan
as nude as the day he was born, and another, less identifiable one. It took
me a couple of minutes to work out what it was, and remembered much to my
surprise that no one except my brother had seen me completely naked before
– not since I was a little kid anyway. I didn't count the couple of
times Mark and me had done stuff – after all, we weren't going to do it
again and in any case it wasn't all that exciting, not as much as it was
now anyway.

I suppose every boy is worried about what he looks like naked, especially
in comparison with others. You know the sort if thing: Am too fat? Too
thin? Too small? What about my dick? Is it normal? Alan was no
different. Apprehensively he covered his dick and balls with his cupped
hands, trying to hide his boner. It was only a split seconds work to get
him to put his hands behind his back.

What stood before me was a picture of delight. OK, I'd known boys who were
better looking, boys with more muscles, boys with bigger (and smaller)
dicks, but none of them put together in a package that was as good-looking
as Alan. He must be about six inches or so smaller than me, had a pale,
flawless skin and fair to light curly hair. He had a few wisps of hair
under his arms and a little moustache at the base of his cock. A cock which
was perfectly formed, standing out from an equally perfect set of balls. My
own dick is about five inches long I guess, with a foreskin which just
about covers the head when I'm hard. Alan's was an inch or so shorter and
thinner as well, but the head was well and truly hidden by a magnificent
fold of skin.

"Wow!" I flashed once I'd got my brain back in gear. There were a few other
thoughts too, but even I am too embarrassed to put them in writing. Alan
didn't miss them though and he blushed delicately as he absorbed them,
grinning happily.

In return I was graced with an equally gratifying analysis of my own
under-sized body, but nevertheless one which had Alan entranced, much to my
embarrassment. When I tried to read his mind, I was surprised to find it
was almost frozen – empty of all thought other than an image of me.

"What we gonna do now?" Alan flashed gleefully, the thought accompanied by
a virtual slide show which would've got us both locked up for life.

I looked at the bed and back at him.

"Thought you'd never ask!" he laughed as he scrambled onto my bed and lay
on his back, his dick pointing skywards.

That first time we touched each other, skin-to-skin, will be seared in my
memory for ever. As we embraced, his warmth and sexual excitement flushed
through me instantly, so much so that I thought my blood would boil. I
shuddered with the emotion and we hugged even tighter, willing our bodies
to unite in the same way our minds did.

"Oh fuck!" Alan whispered.

I didn't answer – I couldn't. In fact neither of us could say or do
anything for a good few seconds, our minds having given up the struggle to
think of anything except the overwhelming sense of shared ecstasy.

Slowly, very slowly, we became accustomed to the feelings and relaxed our
embrace just a little. I leaned back and looked at Alan, still flushed with
excitement. Delicately I ran my hand through his hair and stared into his
eyes almost lovingly. Gradually Alan's head approached mine and we rubbed
noses, giggling as we did so. Then, without any further thought, we pressed
our lips together: softly, experimentally to begin with but rapidly mashing
them together with a passion born of sheer lust. There was no need for
communication, verbal or otherwise, it was just the only thing we could
do. Hands began to roam, caressing and stroking everywhere they could
reach: necks, backs, thighs, faces; all were explored sensuously and
magically. By and large our dicks were left untouched apart from an
occasional brush en route from one pleasure zone to another: we knew that
if even a finger were rested on the painfully hard pieces of flesh, the
eruption would be instantaneous and violent. In fact there was no need to
touch them at all as Alan suddenly arched his back, pressed his groin into
mine and orgasmed massively. At the same instant his mind turned white with
uncontrolled passion and he embraced me with a force fit to break my
back. I reacted in the only way possible, and fired off what seemed like a
life-time's supply of love-juice.

Shocked into silence, we fell apart, breathing heavily and staring
sightlessly into space, our fingers entwined in support of each other.

"Bloody hell!" Alan stammered out eventually. "I don't believe it!"

"Never done that before!" I stuttered. "Fuckin' brilliant!"

We gripped hands a bit tighter and giggled nervously, still in a slight
state of shock.

My mind was still screwed up when I felt Alan shaking with suppressed
laughter by my side.

"What?" I said, looking at him curiously.

He flashed back a scene from his bedroom, not two hours ago when he'd just
finished having a wank, thinking of me and what the rest of the day
promised.

"That's twice today already," he sniggered. "And the best two I've ever
had!"

"Me too," I agreed. "Mind-blowing!"

With an exuberance which surprised even me, Alan rolled over, slipped his
arms round my neck and gave me a quick kiss, backing off instantly to stare
at me with glistening eyes and a beatific smile.

"Let's do it again!"

We didn't. If fact, we couldn't: neither of us had the energy. Instead we
satisfied ourselves with a smooch-fest and another round of touchy-feely,
this time taken far more leisurely and with more feeling. Our hands
gravitated to our groins eventually and we jerked one another off, slowly
and pleasurably, joining our minds together at the last minute to ensure we
blew our loads, such as they were, simultaneously.

By now we were both seriously exhausted and we ended up 'talking' about
ourselves. Uppermost in our minds of course was the question of how
experienced each one of us was. We were both curious as to what we'd done
with other boys, and how often. I felt a lot of questions from Alan about
the relationship between David and me, but I avoided answering most of
them, explaining that we should at least try to keep some things to
ourselves. Luckily, Alan saw the sense in this and backed off. In terms of
experience, I was surprised to learn that Alan had been with more boys than
I had, but only on a 'once-in-a-while' basis, restricted to a few hand- and
blow-jobs with mates. Just like me, what he really wanted was a long-term
friend, but up until now hadn't found one, partly because he hadn't seen
anyone he liked enough, partly because he was afraid of being 'outed' but
mainly because of his scary psychic abilities. He was slightly jealous of
David and me, but not seriously so, and only because he liked the idea of
having a brother for 'sex on tap' as he put it.

Thinking of David reminded me of where he was now, and what he was probably
doing with Derrick. Carefully blocking Alan out for a while, I tried to
contact David. I found him riding his bike homewards. He was deliberately
riding slowly I found out, mainly because he didn't want to disturb
whatever Alan and I were doing. He was also thinking of the butt-fuck he'd
just had from Derrick. It'd been a good one, so good in fact that David was
having trouble sitting on his saddle. He smiled to himself, wriggled his
butt on the seat as if to remind himself of why it was so sore and carried
on.

"David'll be home soon," I told Alan, glancing at the clock as if it meant
something.

"Shit! That mean I gotta go?" he asked petulantly.

"Naah, not if you don't want to. Be a good idea if we got dressed though."

"Oh, yeah," Alan giggled. "I forgot."

Ten minutes later, the back door slammed closed, followed by a shout of
"Jason?" from David.

"Upstairs," I yelled back. "Alan's up here as well."

Hurriedly, Alan and I grabbed a couple of books off my desk and started to
skim through them.  Seconds later our bedroom door opened and David walked
in, still suffering slightly.

David and Alan exchanged friendly greetings and began chatting. My brother
had no choice but to sit on the hard chair at his desk and I caught a wince
of pain as he lowered himself down. I looked at him, grinned broadly and
threw him a pillow from my bed. For an instant, he looked at me angrily,
but then smiled back knowingly and mouthed a 'thanks'.

Alan was a bit confused at this wordless exchange and looked from one to
another of us. Whatever comment he was going to pass was soon stopped
however when David wrinkled his nose and said, "Smells like a brothel in
here. Best you open some windows!"

That shut Alan up, who blushed yet again – any chance we might have had
of keeping our activities secret blown right out of the water along with
it. I flashed a message to Alan to ignore the comment as it was 'just David
being a dickhead'.

After a quick make-shift lunch of sandwiches and Coke, we all three
wandered down to the park where the usual game of soccer was taking
place. Both Alan and David joined in, leaving me to watch from the
side-lines. Normally I would've taken the chance to perv on some of the
other boys, but for the first time my eyes were kept mainly on Alan and
David, the two loves of my life. Almost absent-mindedly, I shifted my
growing erection to a more comfortable position, closed my eyes and
daydreamed.

Chapter 10

Now that Alan and I were mates, communication between us became easier as
we got to know each other better. There was no problem exchanging messages
in school, and even up to when we were about a mile apart. For the first
couple of weeks we were at it all the time, so much so that on more than
one occasion we attracted undue attention either from the teachers or other
kids. Sensibly we agreed to limit our 'conversations' as much as
possible. The best bit though, the really, really best bit was when we
wanted some fun. There was no frustrated messing about trying to find each
other and then wasting time having a 'do you wanna mess about'
conversation. All we had to do was flash a message across, agree on a place
to meet and the job was done. Easy!

The sex was out of this world. Being able to sense each other's state of
mind meant that we could tease and titillate one another mercilessly when
in the mood or submerge ourselves in an unbelievably ecstatic orgy
otherwise. Of course we over-dosed to begin with – even David commented
on the fact that I didn't seem as interested in having sex with him as I
used to be. It wasn't that I'd lost interest, it was because I was too
knackered!

For both our sakes, Alan and I cut back on that too, eventually
compromising on a couple of really good sessions a week, usually at my
house when everyone was out.

Our unique abilities weren't just used to make our sex lives fun of
course. There were all sorts of occasions when we helped each other in
little ways – answering awkward questions from the teacher, helping with
homework and all that sort of stuff. It wasn't all fun though as we quickly
found out. A school such as ours has its fair share of bullies, social
misfits and rogues. It was disturbing to connect with some people by
accident and learn something of their thought processes. Despite what they
say, a lot of bullies actually enjoy tormenting others – it feeds their
vanity and sense of power.

The worst thing I came across was when I noticed a 12-year-old boy in the
playground. I'd seen him often enough in the past and had always ignored
him, as had the rest of the boys. He never mixed with the others, always
withdrew into a corner somewhere and kept himself very much to
himself. Nobody ever thought of asking him to join in with their games, or
even talking to him: boys just don't do that sort of thing. Anyway, I was
idly scanning through the minds of a few kids scattered around me when I
lit upon the lad sat on the grass a few yards away. For the first time in
my experience, his mind was a complete blank. Nothing. He was simply there
– in the world, but not of it if you see what I mean. The only thing I
could pick up was an immense sort of sadness and a feeling of complete
isolation. Intrigued, I spent several days watching him: I even tried
talking to him a couple of times, but got rebuffed each time. When I asked
his class-mates about him, I found out that his family were totally blanked
by their neighbours. 'They're all weird', one boy told me. 'They're always
screaming and shouting at each other, having blazing rows and that sort of
thing. His dad's always pissed and mum is a slag'.

Like all the others, I would've ignored him myself from that point inwards,
but for one incident. He was sat a few feet away from me on a bench when a
boy was hit in the balls just in front of us by a tennis ball. Instantly,
the poor kid doubled up in pain and grabbed his nuts. I was startled to get
a flash from my mystery boy – not one of sympathy as you might expect,
but one of pleasure.

I took advantage of his open mind and encouraged him to think onwards from
what he'd just seen. What I saw then distressed me enormously. He was being
abused at home in every way possible: physically, mentally and
sexually. The worst part was that he was being sodomised regularly by his
drunken father, and anyone else who would pay for it, the money
disappearing into the pockets of his mother and father. Any resistance he
showed were met by savage beatings and being locked in his room.

I wanted to help him as much as I could, but was completely at a loss as to
what to do. It was Alan who came up with the solution after we'd talked
about it. The next time the group had PE, he 'persuaded' the gym teacher to
take a particular note of all the marks and bruises on the boy's body,
especially the ones in his groin and on his butt. These worried the teacher
so much that he reported his worries to the Head of Year, and through him
to the authorities. We felt slightly guilty that the boy ended up in care
and the family the subject of a page one article in the local newspaper,
but all-in-all the outcome was probably the best one. The whole episode had
a salutary effect on Alan, David and me, showing us that some boys are far,
far worse off than ourselves, living in a world that we hadn't a clue
existed. I think it was this incident that influenced me eventually to take
up a career in child care where my peculiar talents were an invaluable
help. Sadly, I quickly discovered that the little boy's problems weren't
unique, but thankfully they are rare.

This episode put a dampener on our fun and games for a while, but with
typical adolescent resilience we soon bounced back and carried from where
we'd left off. In fact very little changed over the next year or so: David
picked up a girl-friend or two along the way, some more serious than others
but at least one of them gave him a taste of what he wanted most of
all. The surprising thing was that he wasn't overly impressed. He told me
in one of our late-night chats that although 'doing it ' with a girl was
fun and 'very OK', it was no better or no worse than the things he and
Derrick got up to and he enjoyed both on a regular basis.

Me and Alan on the other hand showed no inclination to go down the road
that David was treading: we were more than satisfied with what we had
going. We both knew that no other partner could ever match the heights of
ecstatic pleasure that we could generate for ourselves, and that was
enough. Not that we didn't stray from the path once in a while though.

Every so often I would come across a boy in school who attracted my
attention and I had no qualms in seducing him if I was in the mood. I never
co-erced the boys into doing anything they didn't want to do anyway, it
wasn't worth the effort in the long run as I'd found out with Mark. Alan
was alright with this as he was doing just the same thing: we even shared
the same boy a few times and compared notes afterwards! The only thing of
real interest was that Alan had kept on for ages for us to fuck each
other. Unlike my brother,I didn't have any interest in this whatsoever but
being the close friend Alan was, we tried it a couple of times with limited
success. I managed to get my cock up his butt after some considerable time,
but lost my erection almost straightaway. It was no better the other way
either, mainly because I couldn't relax enough to let him in. This of
course frustrated him immensley but there was nothing I could do about it:
eventually he solved the problem and got what he wanted, and from a rather
surprising source.

We'd had a sιance meeting at our house one Friday evening to which Alan's
mum and dad had been invited. As usual, we three boys had been banished to
my bedroom for the duration which pleased us all. Anyway, the meeting had
lasted a lot longer than normal and it was getting towards midnight when
they broke up. Alan had fallen asleep on my bed when it came time to go and
so I suggested that he stay the night, the idea being re-enforced by a
mental suggestion as well. I honestly had no plans other than spending a
bit more time with by best friend. Even David raised no objections to my
surprise: it was only when I scanned his mind that I learned he wanted take
the opportunity to perv on Alan's body!

It wasn't long after our parents had gone to bed when the conversation
turned to sex, which it always did of course. After discussing the various
merits and demerits of a variety of people and what we would like to do
with them, it was painfully obvious that we were all well and truly boned
up. Nothing had been mentioned about a circle-jerk or anything, it was just
assumed that something of that sort would happen anyway, after all there
were three semi-naked boys in a bedroom! Alan and I had long since agreeed
that when David was around, all our conversations would be verbal as it
would be grossly unfair on him to do anything else. Didn't stop us thinking
though, and more than once I caught a glimpse in Alan's mind of he and
David screwing each other – after all, I wouldn't do it but he knew that
David was a possibility having picked up images of David and Derrick 'doing
the naughty'. The only thing stopping him going for it was me. The voyeur
in me came out then and breaking the rules, I signalled that I didn't mind
if that was what he wanted. Smiling inwardly to myself I watched the two of
them dance around the subject, each knowing where they were heading, but
neither wanting to put it into words.

'For God's sake, stop messing around and get on with it!' I flashed to them
both in frustration, with more force than I intended.

"I'll give you a blow-job if I can watch Alan screw you," I said to David,
giggling.

David dropped a hand into his groin and felt his stiffness. "You wanna?" he
said to Alan quietly.

Alan nodded slightly, blushing deeply at the same time. "Never done it
before," he whispered nervously.

"No problem," David replied. "Pass my bag over will you?"

Alan handed David's school bag over, from which he fished out a half-empty
tub of Vaseline.

"Shut up!" David mouthed at me before I'd even opened my mouth.

Alan had stripped off by now and I looked at him admiringly, not for the
first time. His dick was just about perfect for fucking with I already
knew. It was just over four inches long and relatively thin. David would
have no trouble with that; it was a lot smaller than Derrick's by
comparison.

Once he'd covered himself and Alan with the lube, David knelt down on the
bed (my bed!) and instructed Alan as to what to do. I watched, intrigued
and very aroused as Alan pointed himself at his target. Grabbing David's
hips, Alan slowly eased forward, stopping for a moment as flesh met
flash. Taking a deep breath he pushed. Even I was surprised as apparently
with no reistance at all, Alan slipped in and with one smooth move buried
himself as far as he could go.

"Jesus!" he moaned. "Fuckin' hell!"

I started to jack myself off in time with their too-ing and fro-ing, my
mind united with Alan as he had the first fuck of his life. For a second or
two I envied the delight he was getting from it but then realised that I
wouldn't enjoy it as much as he obviously was. Instead I wriggled myself
underneath David and sucked his copiously leaking cock into my mouth, still
jacking myself off slowly.

Very slowly and carefully I slipped into Alan's mind where we shared our
feelings of incredible joy. Even more carefully we both probed David,
without him knowing of course. The result was an incredible uniting of
minds which blew us all away. One person having an orgasm is good, two
sharing one is brilliant; three sharing is out of this world! Alan was the
first to near his climax as you might expect and so David and me hurried
ourselves along until with the most spectacular display of flashing lights
and unearthly bliss we all shot our loads together.

We collapsed on my bed in a tangle of arms and legs, struggling for breath,
sharing our thoughts instantly and magically.

Both Alan and I were busy in each other's minds when I heard David say that
we aught to go to bed as it was getting late. I know he'd thoroughly
enjoyed our little game, but he was a little bit pissed off when he guessed
Alan and me were 'talking'. Leaning over to him, I gave him a gentle kiss
on the lips and hooked fingers with him. "I love you!" I grinned.

"Bollocks!" he smiled back.

We never repeated the exercise, mainly because the chance never came up
again. We were OK with it though, and if nothing else it drew us all closer
together.

And that is where I am going to leave things for the time being. I can't
see much changing in any of our lives in the foreseeable future. Alan and I
are as tight as ever, sharing everything we do, including the odd boy once
in a while! David and me still sleep together most nights indulging
ourselves whenever we feel like it. As for Charlie, our paths cross once in
a while and he is managing OK. From what he has told me, he had found a boy
who is much more like him than I am and as far as I can make out, he spends
most of the time sharing his body to both their satisfactions. I am pleased
for him and hope he is happy, in spite of his condition!  I will for ever
be grateful for what he taught me, despite the unorthodox technique!

All in all, life is good and I am looking forward to next year when I join
my brother at the local college where, according to David, it's a new and
exciting world!

The End

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