Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 17:34:28 +0000
From: Matt <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Possession Chapter 1

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

Note: This is the first story I have ever submitted to a site, so all
constructive feedback is welcome (matterorica@hotmail.co.uk).

Possession
By Matt

Chapter 1

I am not normal. I have an ability nobody else has. The first time I used
it, I didn't even realise anything had happened. My eyes opened, I looked
around and I had no idea where I was. I did feel a little strange, but the
concern over where I was took immediate priority. As I looked around my new
surroundings, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye and jumped in
shock. As I looked round to see who it was, I found myself face-to-face
with my neighbour. The trouble was, I was looking in a mirror.

Somehow I had found myself inside the body of the man from next door. I had
complete control of his body, but his mind was simply gone. We weren't
sharing; I had just taken complete control. A little shaken, I double
checked to make sure I wasn't imagining it. A few facial expressions in the
mirror, a quick check of my hands -- definitely not mine, at fourteen
years old I certainly don't wear a wedding ring!

Just as I was beginning to get used to the situation, I felt a rushing
sensation, like being pulled backwards through a tight, dark tunnel. As my
senses returned to normal, I found myself back in my own body. I double
checked, patting myself and feeling my familiar slim frame, raised my hands
to my face then ran my fingers through my messy blonde hair. I wondered if
I'd imagined the whole thing, unbelievable as it was. Had I been dreaming?
Hallucinating? I tried to think rationally and convince myself it was just
my imagination, but every little detail had been so real.

I decided the only way to know for certain was to try it again. I walked
over to my bedroom window and looked across to the neighbours' house. There
was definitely movement, somebody was home so I figured I would try and
target him again. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then
concentrated as hard as I could on taking control once again.

It was surprisingly easy to trigger, it came almost instinctually like it
was a natural bodily function I'd been using for years. After just a few
seconds, I felt the rushing sensation, but this time like I was being
pulled forward. When it stopped, I opened my eyes and found myself back in
the strange room. Immediately, I walked over to the window and looked
across at my own house. My head span for a moment. Being in somebody else's
body was disorienting enough, but as I looked across, I saw myself still
stood at my own window, motionless.

"This is so freaky!" I said aloud, startling myself to hear my own words in
a stranger's voice. "Woah. Even freakier." I checked myself much as I had
in my own body, patting my hands down my chest and stomach. The older man's
more matured body felt strange to the touch. Doubly so in that not only was
I touching more muscle than I had myself, but was also feeling the muscles
being touched by unfamiliar hands.

As I felt around a little more, I felt something in my pocket, or his
pocket I suppose! I pulled it out and found it was his mobile phone. "Aha,
proof!" I said to myself as the idea hit me. I quickly typed out a message,
put in my own mobile number and then hit send. Before slipping the phone
back into my pocket, I deleted the sent message. I may have been new at
this, but I was determined not to do something to get myself discovered.  I
realised I had now been in the body a lot longer than last time and figured
it was time to make sure it was as easy to go back as it had been to get
there. I closed my eyes, took a few breaths and felt the transference
happening again. As soon as I was back, I opened my eyes and saw him stood
at his window exactly as I had left him. I took a few steps back, not
wanting him to see me too easily, but still making sure I could see him. A
couple of seconds after I returned, his eyes opened too and he looked
around, clearly confused, before turning away.

"Okay, so I take over his body, but his mind doesn't come into mine and
when I return, his own mind turns back on." I said, talking myself through
everything. I stood digesting the information for a moment before I
suddenly remembered the message. Excitedly I fumbled with my pocket and
pulled out my phone... 1 message!

`Yes it really happened.' The message read, just as I had sent. This was
it. It was real. I could take control of people.

"Or can I?" I suddenly asked myself. "Is it people, or just him?"

It was a good question. If it was just him, there was potential for a
little fun. If it was anybody, the possibilities were endless. "And I
wonder how far I can go?" I mumbled, my mind racing.

And that was how it started. I started testing the limits of my ability and
soon found there weren't really any. So long as I thought about someone
when I tried to take control, I could go into their mind regardless of how
far away they were or what they were doing. It was obviously the most
exciting thing that had ever happened to me, but it didn't take very long
before it became exciting in a very different way.

It was just two days after my first transference and I was lying in bed,
completely exhausted from the exertion of using my new ability. It may have
been relatively simple to master, but it was incredibly tiring. The first
two nights I had passed out from exhaustion rather than actually going to
sleep. But on the third night I seemed less tired so I actually found
myself with time to think. Being fourteen, time to think while lying in bed
inevitably led to just one thing! It didn't take long before my hand was
wrapped around my rigid cock, stroking casually.

When the idea hit me, I wondered how I had been stupid enough to not think
of it sooner! I let go of my cock and concentrated. I figured my neighbour
was a good place to start; he'd been my first possession, so it only seemed
right that he be the first for this too. My eyes opened to find myself
lying in darkness. For a moment I thought I was still in my own bed, that
my attempt had failed, but it only took a second to realise there was
somebody lying beside me. The figure to my left was asleep and breathing
quite heavily. I quietly got out of bed, left the bedroom and headed for
the bathroom. As our houses were built at the same time, it meant the
layout was identical, so I didn't end up in the wrong room.

I pulled the cord for the light and turned to face the mirror as it came
on. I found myself staring in the mirror in awe. The body I had felt
briefly through clothes earlier was an incredible sight to behold. His pecs
were magnificent, nicely muscled and tipped with rigid nipples. His abs
were equally muscled, his stomach hard and defined. His whole upper torso
was covered in a fine layer of dark hair, tapering down his abs into his
boxer shorts.  Facially he was very handsome too, piercing hazel eyes, a
strong jaw line, short black hair slightly messy from the time he'd already
spent in bed. He had dark stubble around his chin too, more than just a
day's worth, he clearly liked the stubbly look but kept it stylishly
short. Further down, his legs were nicely toned and covered in fine dark
hair.

I realised my breathing had become heavy as I admired the beautiful body in
the mirror. That hadn't been the only reaction though. The boxers were now
tenting as I found myself getting incredibly aroused. Not wanting to wait
any longer, I pulled the boxers down to my ankles, stepped out of them then
stood up to see what he had to offer down below.

I was so aroused I felt like I could have cum right then. I had a feeling
if I had been in my own body, I might have done, but this body was clearly
more used to heightened arousal. Whereas my own dick had only recently
begun to develop and, while sufficiently long, lacked any impressive girth,
this guy's rigid pole had both. My perceptions may have been impaired by
being in his body, but I would have had to say it was about seven and a
half to eight inches long and very thick too. As I reached down with his
hand, I wrapped the fingers around the swollen shaft -- they didn't even
touch round the other side.

I once again found myself with the disorienting sensation of both touching
something new for the first time and feeling it being touched too. As I
stroked gently back and forth, staring at myself in the mirror as I did it,
I found the familiar feeling of wanking coursing through me but it was
mixed with new intense sensations of it being a different dick and a
different hand.

As I continued to stroke, I raised my other hand up to my stomach, running
my fingers across it. The tight muscles and the hair were so different from
my own soft, smooth stomach. My hand wandered higher, up to the middle of
the chest, then gently grazing a nipple with my pinky.

"Shit!" I muttered involuntarily. This guy's nipples were insanely
sensitive. Just the slightest touch had sent a wave of ecstasy through my
every nerve. I took hold of a nipple between thumb and forefinger and
squeezed gently.

That was it, I had held off as long as I could. Between the continued
masturbation and the feeling from the nipples all added to the excitement
of being somebody else, I reached the point of no return. The first shot
flew over the sink and hit the mirror, splatting messily. The second and
third followed. The next few landed in the sink. The last few shots and the
following dribbles just dropped heavily onto the tiled floor.

Still breathing deeply and feeling the last few waves of pleasure from the
orgasm, I looked in the mirror a final time at the naked man before going
back to my own body.

I would have loved to see his reaction at waking to find himself stood in
his bathroom, naked, cock in hand and cum everywhere. Instead I opened my
eyes to find my body exactly as I had left it -- lying in bed with a
raging boner. It was quite weird but I still felt the fading remnants of
the orgasm from my neighbour's wank, but still felt an insanely strong
desire to ejaculate myself too. I quickly took hold of my cock and after
just a few strokes, threw back the covers and shot a load. The sexual
thrill of what I'd just done clearly had an effect on my own orgasm too.

Whereas I would usually shoot quite far -- over my shoulder and onto the
pillow for example -- tonight it was on a whole new level. My first shot
hit the wall behind me about four feet above my head, the next few hitting
gradually further down. They got lower and lower until I started cumming
across my own face, then chest, then stomach.

"Fuck!" I panted quietly to myself. Taking a few moments to catch my breath
I eventually turned on my lamp and looked round at the mess. There was cum
dripping down my wall as well as all over me. It took a while to clean up,
but it was totally worth it.

Finally, with the mess cleaned up and my pillow turned over to avoid lying
on the wet patches, I quickly fell asleep. I was keen to start the next
day... I had to pick my next target!