In Touch - 1. Chapter 1

In Touch

By W.L

(My first experiment with a more intense sexually themed story)

I guess there are some things that even absolute of power cannot corrupt. I was just your average teenage boy; yeah, I’m gay, but that is still average for most people in the world, unless you’re in one of those crazy religious families or in a country where you get shot for kissing a guy. I mean there’s really nothing special about me; I am not popular like the flashy gays or metros, straight bait guys, who act gay in order to share in fabulousness, nor am I like the super-gay activist on “the whatever its now” called alliance. It’s probably why I get picked on in school by “the triple team”, our hockey team’s three biggest assholes. I was an openly non-conformist gay kid, who didn’t want to be one of the fabulous crowd or the activists.

Luckily, my best friend Roger was by my side and he’s like the coolest and hottest guy I know, other than the swim team’s diver, Lance, who’s got such a hot compact muscled body that is accentuated with his short dirty blond hair. I usually tried to forget about Lance, he was like the straightest guy you’ll ever meet, but he wasn’t a douche about it and sometimes even helped me out of rough spots.

Roger and I had been friends, since like forever; we went to the same schools and lived only a few blocks apart. We even both discovered we were gay together and we were each other’s first gay experience, plus an uncountable amount of times afterward. Yet, Roger never said anything about liking me and he seemed to be distant whenever I tell him that people will think we’re boyfriends if he keeps hovering over me.

Well, that’s how the story begins I mean it’s so incredible, stupid, and sad that I still don’t get it.

 

(After school confrontation)

 

Mom was late again; it must have been some stupid meeting about her job and stuff. It was not the first time this has happened and I wasn’t old enough to get my permit, so no luck in providing my own ride. Usually, Roger’s mom would give me a lift home, but he was out sick, today. If that was not bad enough, I saw a few of the Hockey team’s guy coming back from practice. They get last period classes off for some of their games.

Well, I tried to figure a good place to hide myself until mom finally gets her ass over to pick me up. Man, this is so fucked up.

Then, “the triple team” came along: Sean, the tall green eyed senior forward center and captain on the team, Brian, the junior forward wingman with the biggest set of muscular arms I’ve ever seen, and Bobby, the other junior forward wingman with a face that could melt your heart, but an arrogant attitude that will make you puke. They had noticed me trying so non-chalant to hide behind the thin flagpole. They came over and began their usual insults.

 

Sean: “Why is little Jake all alone this afternoon?”

 

I ignored him and tried to walk away, but Brian and Bobby cut me off.

 

Sean: “It ain’t nice to walk away from someone trying to be friends with you.”

 

I replied: “We’re not friends, but if you really want to know my mom is late picking me up. Can you leave me alone now?”

 

The three of them laughed and I just wanted to get out of there, but they wouldn’t budge. I tried to push through them, but couldn’t find any openings.

 

Brian: “Man, you’re weak dude, look at my strong arms and look at your puny little ones.”

 

Brian kept poking at my arm and I just tried to ignore it, praying my mom would come in the nick of time.

 

Bobby smiled: “Hey Jake, why don’t you take a ride with us? We promise we won’t bite.”

 

I was about to say no, then my cell phone rang. It was from my mom.

 

I heard her short burst of explanation and so did the other three in earshot: “Jake, the meeting is going to take longer than expected. Give Roger’s mom my thanks for saving me, again.”

 

She had completely forgotten me and Roger’s mom wasn’t coming today.

 

Bobby laughed: “Looks like you have to come with us.”

 

How could that day get any worse? It was just one bad thing after another after another. Now, I am taking a ride from the biggest assholes in the school; fuck, I will be lucky that they don’t dump me in the middle of the highway. I had no real choice though as everyone was gone from school. The way back home was too long to travel by mass transit.

They led me to an old Chevy Camaro. They threw two of their bags in the trunk and told me to get in the back seat. I was thinking it would just be me and one of the guys, but as I got in on one side I heard the front side passenger door open. Sean placed the largest bag in the front seat, blocking any chance of a comfortable ride for me. Eventually, I was squished in between Brian and Bobby. They were sweaty and musky, probably didn’t even take a shower after the game. Yeah, I know, I was really excited to be in between two hot sweaty jocks like any other gay teenager. The feeling of my body touching their torso was exciting, but it was more sensual than sexual, believe me I had no daydreams about any of them.

As Sean pushed the gas and started going, I told him where my home was and he just seemed to ignore me. I really should have just tried to jump out of the car after that, but I was stuck literally and figuratively.

As time passed, it was getting humid inside that car and the AC was not offsetting it. I was getting thirsty. It was like they had planned it, probably they did, but Bobby grabbed a water bottle outside the bag in the front seat.

 

Bobby: “Hey Jake, you look a little thirsty; this should quench your thirst.”

 

I know what most people would be saying and in retrospect, you’re probably right, but I was thirsty and it had been a long day at school, so my mind wasn’t in the right place. I mean it never occurred to me that they’d spike the bottle.

I just downed about half the bottle and it felt great. My thirst was quickly leaving me, but something much more ominous was happening as a fog slowly grew in my mind. After I gave the bottle back to Bobby, I don’t know how long it was, but it seemed like at least half an hour later, the car stopped.

 

Sean: “Hey Jake, you up.”

 

Brian: “Man, you know he can’t even speak to you after this stuff; Liz Cohen was so out of it, when I plowed her pussy the other night after she took this stuff. She forgot everything afterwards, but I was smart to clean her and myself, so even if she went to the cops, I’d never get caught.”

 

Bobby: “Well, let’s get him strung up and stripped naked.”

 

Brian: “Man Bobby, you’re such a fag, getting all excited about a naked sophomore.”

 

Bobby: “Dude, I’ve gotten more pussy than you will ever have; besides, we’re just fooling around with him like taking off his clothes, taking a few pictures, blackmailing him, and just having fun.”

 

Sean in half mock sigh: “Yeah!”

               

I should have known they were up to no good, but this was just fucked up. Brian was pulling up my under-shirt and Bobby was unbuckling my pants. Why the fuck had they done this to me, it made no sense? In just a few moments, I was completely naked for all of them to see. If I could scream, I’d be louder than Sigourney Weaver. I wasn’t that bad looking, but I was kind of small framed and puberty was barely over for me. After they dragged me out of the car, I was tied against a tree in the woods behind a MacDonald’s rest stop a few miles from town and usually unvisited, except by a few truckers.

 

Sean: “Hey dudes, I got an idea, I got some rubber bands in the car; we can jerk him and use the rubber bands, why don’t we try to keep him hard?”

 

Brian: “Man, you have some strange ideas, Sean, but it sounds funny.”

               

I was just thinking why won’t you guys just stop it? I’ve done nothing to you guys, so why am I the butt of your jokes and pranks? Sean took the initiative and began to stroke me up and down. I thought he was kind of good at it, maybe too good. He was holding a smile on his face like he was touching the Holy Grail or something.

My memory started getting foggy by the time my dick grew to full length; it must have been the drugs or whatever was in the bottle earlier. I could feel a rough surface touching my cock; it must have been the rubber bands. All I knew was that I wanted them to stop.

 

In my mind, something shattered and it cried out: “Stop!” It felt like something had exploded in my mind; I felt some kind of awareness far beyond anything I had felt before. There was a strong power coursing through me.

 

The cloud over my mind ceased, though I couldn’t move due to the ropes around tree. I was completely aware of my surroundings and could move my body freely without the feeling of a million pounds on my muscles. I still don’t know why it all happened; maybe, the drugs and the sexual arousal from the jerking had woken something in my mind.

All three guys were standing perfectly still in front of me, like they were frozen in motion.

I looked at them and said rather stupidly: “Why are you guys doing this to me?”

 

Bobby: “I thought it would be funny.”

 

Brian: “I just like showing off that I am stronger by messing around with guys like you.”

 

Sean in a fit of resistance and reluctance: “I…uh…kind of like you, but I don’t know how to approach other gay guys. I like to be in control of the situation and you know have power.”

               

At that point, I was wondering, “I did that? I can control them with my words and thoughts.”

 

I tried another command: “Sean untie me, Bobby give me my clothes, and Brian bark like a dog.”

 

Sean began untying me, Bobby went back to the Chevy and presented my clothes to me, and Brian was barking like a dog.

 

I made another command after I had redressed: “Speak freely, but you cannot move or scream for help.”

 

Bobby in a fearful tone began: “What the fuck are you doing? This is some strange crap.”

 

Brian breaking out incoherent words: “How... Sean’s gay...You.”

 

Sean looking at me in tears: “I am sorry Jake, please let us go. You can turn me into the cops if you want, but please stop. I’m sorry for doing this to you, but you’re gay too and you know how it feels to like want a guy.”

               

I was pissed off at what they had almost done. I was most pissed off with Sean. The son of bitch had the balls to do that to me, since he was gay and “liked me”. Well now I had the perfect opportunity to get my revenge times ten.

 

I made my first move towards revenge: “I want all three of you to strip naked.”

 

I could see sweat streaking down their face as I said that, but they couldn’t resist. Sean was probably the fastest of the three to strip down. He first revealed his well-toned chest with a small happy trail going down his navel towards the pubic hairs under his jeans. As he removed his jeans and boxers, his cock plopped straight out, what a horny bastard. He probably was thinking I’d fuck him or something for trying that with me. No such luck, asshole.

Bobby was the next to finish his striptease. His face had that boyish charm that got all the girls and his body was not different. I think the word “Twink” probably would best describe him if he were gay; he wasn’t as toned as Sean and lacked any hair on his chest or torso. The thing that surprised me the most was his trim pubic region, which compensated for his lack of excitement in the hard on department.

Brian was the most reluctant of the three and he showed it as he struggled heavily to remove his shirt, pants, and underwear. While Sean had a small trail of hair and Bobby had almost no hair; Brian had a forest all over his body. He was muscular, but the hairs hid those features.

It was time for payback.

 

I commanded: “I want Sean to lie flat of the floor with his legs up, Bobby to lick Sean’s ass, and Brian to position his ass hole on top of Sean’s face for Sean to tongue fuck. All of you guys should be jerking your cock with your actions; also, none of you are allowed to throw up.”

 

Each of them yelled out a sudden soft gasp: “No!”

               

Even Sean was starting to get scared as he tasted Brian’s rank sweaty ass hole and felt his own ass violated by Bobby’s tongue. Sean might be scared, but he wasn’t disgusted by the gay sex as his two friends. Bobby wanted to vomit in disgust as his tongue did its job with high proficiency. Brian, who felt his virgin ass being pounded by his friend’s tongue, held back his disgust. The scene was awesome like a gay porn video that you’d watch online, except it’s in perfect real life definition quality. Sean was really getting into the sex with his best friends, but I didn’t want him to enjoy this experience.

 

I commanded I heard the soft grunts building up: “Stop what you are doing, I want Sean to give both of you guys a nice tongue bath everywhere except your cocks. If Sean gets hair in his mouth, he must swallow and eat it. Bobby and Brian will French kiss each other, while exploring with your hands free from masturbation. Sean will be stroking both of you with his hands as he licks you guys.”

 

Sean won’t get his release until I said he could. I want him to suffer. Bobby and Brian uncomfortably started to French kiss each other. Bobby’s tongue having rimmed Sean’s ass was not exactly the most idyllic thing that Brian had want in his mouth at that moment, nor was the fact that Brian’s large arms were circling around the most intimate areas of Bobby’s body. However, Sean’s tongue bath was no better treatment as the sweat from the armpits was atrocious enough without the hair that Brian’s body had exported to Sean’s tongue.

I was jerking myself off at this awesome spectacle in front of me. This revenge was hot and my mind was filled the endless potential my new abilities could grant me.

It didn’t take long for two of them to blast their loads.

 

One final command to make my revenge complete: “Stop, I want Bobby and Brian to scoop you cum with your fingers. Brian place your cum finger into Bobby’s mouth and Bobby place your cum finger into Sean’s mouth. Afterward, I want you guys each to French kiss one another and remember every smell, taste, and texture, because you can’t live without it for as long as you live. Every day, you guys will feel this urge for each other, which cannot be substituted by girls or other guys. It is an absolute addiction that only following these exact actions can calm. It will get worse as time passes as the need for release gets so unbearable. Your dicks will never get any type of release unless you guys do these actions with someone in this group. In the case of Sean, you will never be able to get off through sex. For Sean, you can only cum during the most inappropriate moments, like gym class, in the team’s locker room, at the mall, or wherever you usually feel there is enough people of interest to embarrass yourself. Finally, none of you guys can ever tell anyone what I did to you, or do anything to me directly or indirectly to harm me.”

I got the perfect revenge out on all of them. It didn’t matter if you’re gay or straight at that point to me. I just wanted them to feel just as helpless as I was and punish them with saddest fate I could imagine. Brian and Bobby, two big heterosexual jocks were now forced to never touch a women again, consensually or non-consensually, and be sexually addicted to gay sex. As for Sean, the closet case, who’d rather embarrass me and other guys rather than be open about his sexuality; he got the worst outcome. He can have gay sex, but will never gain any pleasure or release from it. He also will be embarrassed a million fold everywhere he goes as long as he lives due to the constant loads being blown all over the place. I ordered them to drop me off a few blocks from my house and told them they had to make a repeat performance later on tonight.

 

(Changes)

 

After that day, my life changed forever. The next morning, I woke up early to see my mom in order to start some changes in my life. She was shocked to see me so early in the morning.

 

My mom looked at me with some concern and asked: “Is anything wrong Jake?”

 

In an angry voice, I replied: “Yeah, I don’t want you to be working all day and I think you should be taking care of my needs first.”

 

That was how I think it started going downhill. Yeah, maybe the jock’s punishment were already going down that route, but I think getting my mom to leave her job, changed me. Hindsight is 20/20, but I was just a teenage boy, whose single mom was never around to support him in anything he does. I was alone and wanted a protector to be around me. I didn’t know what would happen, nor did I care back then.

Well, she called into her boss’ phone mail system and told him, she quit. Then, she made breakfast for me, which was awesome. I haven’t had breakfast made by Mom, since Dad left when I was a kid. It felt great and I felt even better about my abilities.

She dropped me off at school and I felt like I was walking on clouds. Everywhere I looked, I could see potential friends that I can get with just a thought, rich kids who could give me all the video games and stuff that I ever wanted, and hot straight boys, who I could entice to be my fuck buddy at my call. I was king of the school, if not the world with these abilities.

At homeroom, I tried looking for Roger, but he was still out sick. I thought it was a shame, since I can’t get him into all the fun, but no matter, I will just start without him.

First, I had to check on “the triple team” and see how they looked. I had second period gym, which usually meant torture by those three assholes, but now I think it’s time to turn the tables. When I saw them, they were tired and exhausted, probably from a night long session of licking and tonguing. In the gym’s locker room, I could see Sean was wearing a jock strap, which was a smart move. He’d hide his erection and ejaculations from everyone around him, but too bad I had noticed. Bobby and Brian were noticeably trying to distance themselves, but they couldn’t help stealing lustful glances at each other.

 

I looked over at Sean and made a mental command: “Take off the Jock strap and jack off in front of everyone. You may no longer wear any underwear at all.”

 

As for the other two: “Bobby and Brian, you should be proud of your bond and stay close to each other. I want you two to either be in each other’s arms or holding hands.”

 

It was funny to watch as Sean quickly removed his jock strap with an 8 inch hard on, which everyone in the room noticed. Then, he jerked off his cock for everyone to see. He was embarrassed to death, but he couldn’t control himself. After he blew his load, everyone made jokes about how hot they must be for Sean, the captain of the Hockey team, to be jacking off to them. In gym class, Bobby and Brian were both very intimately holding hands, which became noticeable to everyone including the old coach, who shook his head at the amount of homo-eroticism.

Lance had seen everything that had happened. He was also in the same gym class as me and he tries to watch out for me, when those guys used to bully me. He came over and grinned at me. I really loved Lance’s smile, but so did everyone. He could brighten up a room with just a smirk and if you saw teeth, you’d be lucky not to start hugging everyone around you. He just had that effect on people like a little spark that gives people hope.

 

Lance: “Well, guess the old line is true, most homophobes are actually gay after all.”

 

Well, 1 out of 3 anyway, but a sudden thought had gotten into my mind. I had always wanted to fool around with Lance, but he was straight and would never be interested in that stuff. Now, I had the power to make him interested and do whatever I wanted to.

 

I told Lance: “Maybe you like what they are doing?”

 

Lance had a strange expression over his face: “Well, I…uh…”

 

I kept pushing it: “I think you really like being gay Lance; you should try it out with someone like me to see how it goes.”

 

There was a large deal of resistance from Lance’s face: “I don’t know Jake; I never had these thoughts before and we’re friends.”

 

I wanted to see how far I could push these abilities: “I think you had wanted me for a long time Lance, you wanted me to be your first guy.”

 

Lance’s short started to tent, but his facial expression seemed weird like his mind was waging an internal fight between his lust for me and his original sexual drive.

 

I really wanted him to be happy about the suggestion, so I pushed: “I think you’re really happy about liking guys and you want to smile, whenever you think about me having sex with you.”

 

That was it, his big grin flared up like Christmas lights. I thought I did it. I turned the heartthrob of the entire school gay and made him love me. It felt awesome to get Lance completely under my control. I know in hindsight again; it probably was another bad turn. I was horny and I hadn’t had real sex in days as Roger was too sick to get out of his bed. I knew I didn’t really love Lance or cared about him like that.

 

I told him: “We should try this out after your swim meet, tonight. You should come to my house and we can have some fun. Tell your parents that you will be staying over my place.”

 

The rest of the day was filled with a lot of changes. I spoke to each of my teachers after class to give me straight A’s for the rest of the year. I got one of the teacher’s to get me a real cheeseburger with French fries for lunch instead of the fake “mystery” meat loaf. Then, I got one of the rich kids to give up a PSP for my viewing pleasure for the rest of the day. I also had a nice collection of smartphones, MP3’s, and promises of more stuff like PS3, XBOX 360, Wii, laptops, and everything imaginable from these kids. It was the life every kid would have wanted, I had everything.

My mom picked me up at the right time, so I was free to prepare my room for Lance’s arrival. When Lance arrived, Mom had made a really nice dinner with Chicken, potatoes, and fried shrimp. Most nights before I got these abilities, Mom would bring home take-out from restaurants or I would make a few cold cut sandwiches with the meat and cheese in the fridge. This meal really made me feel like I was doing something wonderful. However, Lance was noticeably nervous, even dinner didn’t calm him down.

 

I saw the tension in his face: “Relax Lance, you feel right at home here.”

 

Lance immediately relaxed and smiled at me in his delightful way.

               

After dinner, Mom said that she needed to head off to work. I didn’t know what she could be doing this late at night, but I didn’t really care as long as she had taken care of all my needs. As she left, I took Lance up to my room with anticipation. I was so excited to finally release my sexual urges and enjoy a hot night of passion. Lance was smiling brightly and I thought that I did good work in turning him gay and making him love all this.

 

I need to get him ready first: “Lance, you need to strip naked.”

 

He complied with the same smirk on his face as he gently took off his sneakers, socks, and shorts to start things off. I never met a guy that strips naked from the bottom up, but it was exciting to see his package first. As he was removing his tight white briefs, which looked adorable on him; I was completely taken by the small size of his soft cock. It was only 3 inches long.

 

Before he could get to his shirt, I wanted to see him hard: “Lance, I want you to stroke your cock until you are really hard.”

 

Even with the rapid motions of his hands, Lance could not get hard. I offered him some KY jelly, but still no reaction. I was completely frustrated by this fact after ten minutes of pumping, so I took his cock into my own hand. It still wouldn’t rise. I didn’t get it, why can’t I get him hard? I placed my head down and began to give him a blow job, which finally got the results I was looking for. My tongue began to explore ever little feature of his shaft and veins. Once he began to look flushed, I stopped to see what my mouth had already guessed was a massive grower. From 3 inches, he grew to an incredible 9 inch hard cock; no wonder the girls were impressed. I quickly took his remaining clothes and stripped myself down to nothing. It was time to have sex.

 

I looked at the naked boy in front of me with lustful thoughts: “Lance, I want you to get on your back in my bed and be ready to take my cock into your mouth. I will do the same. Follow what I am doing and copy my motions.”

 

Lance was definitely hot; the swimmer body was compact and his pubic hairs were almost non-existent, including his armpit hair. I got on top of him and began to straddle his cock in my mouth as he was trying to do the same with mine. I started first with playful lashing of his cock head as my fingers began massaging his balls. He was doing the same on the opposite end. With a little of that, I began a heavy assault by engulfing his entire cock in throat. Lance tried to follow, but, by the involuntary coughing, I could tell that deep throating was an experience, not something you can copy in the first time. I withdrew my head and began giving the head a rigorous workout. Lance tried to copy, but he did not know the exact spots to maximize pleasure. I began to use my index finger to probe his ass to stimulate his prostate. He did not know what I was looking for, so when he began probing my ass it was all over the place. However with the sound of a soft gasp from Lance, I knew I found his prostate and began an intense massage and sucking session. He didn’t last long and he blew a huge load into my mouth.

 

Now it was time for me to get some release: “Stop Lance, I will get off of you for now, I want you separate your legs and begin to massage your ass crack with KY.”

 

Lance did as he was told and I began to reposition myself for the ultimate goal of the evening. As he was smiling at me, while greasing up his ass; I was completely taken with the raw sexual urges at that moment. I wanted to fuck him so hard. I waited a minute or so, but I couldn’t wait too long as I really wanted to fuck.

 

I told Lance: “Stop and lift your spread legs in the air with your hands for support.”

 

He was extremely responsive and welcoming. I couldn’t stop myself and I plunged my 7 inch hard cock into him. He moaned loudly at the invasion of his hole. I began to enter deeper and deeper into the forbidden virgin sanctum. It felt so tight and awesome around my cock. As I entered, I saw Lance continuing to smile brightly at my pushes with loud moans in between each push. Once, I hit the hilt of my dick, so I began to withdraw. Then, with a sudden thrust, I re-entered in full force. Lance screamed in agony and what I was hoping for pleasure. I kept pushing, retreating, and then pushing again. The cycle continued for what seemed like an eternity. Then, I felt the rising load build up and I made one last push to shoot it all deep into him.

After that, I was exhausted and I had Lance sleep on the side of the bed, so I could spoon him for the rest of night. All in all, all the changes I made at that point seemed to be really cool and fun. I mean, I was thinking nothing could possibly go wrong. I got my revenge against the bullies that have been assholes to me, got my mom to pay attention to me, and just fucked the hottest guy in school. What could possibly be wrong with that?

 

(Realizations)

 

Someone once said that nothing good can ever come out of this world without sacrificing something equal in value. I didn’t believe it, but thinking about it now, I have to agree with them.

For the remainder of that week and weekend, I had free reign over everything. I enjoyed my life, fucked Lance in every position and place imaginable, and found even better ways to torture Sean, Brian, and Bobby. I had it all made. I was also on the phone with Roger’s mom and she said he was sounding better towards Sunday, so I thought we could meet up Monday to talk things over. I had life completely covered, but I wanted to share it with someone. Even though, Lance was cute and now trained in the bedroom; I still wanted to be with Roger.

Well, Monday morning came around and everything seemed to be perfect like always now in my life. I got my morning breakfast with sausage, egg, and pancakes instead of the standard rice crispies’ cereal bars. Then, when I entered school, I noticed something was wrong. There were a lot of people with frowns and sad faces.

 

I asked a teacher passing through: “what was going on?”

 

She said: “three guys on the hockey team committed suicide the other night”

 

I quickly asked: “Who?”

 

She said: “Our three starting forwards, one of them was the captain of the team.”

 

My heart started pounding, it couldn’t be them. I didn’t tell them to die. Why the fuck did they die? I looked around the hallway and eyed Lance, who did not have his usual bright smiley face. I went to him and he noticed me, then his face quickly turned to the bright glowing smile. I started feeling something that I didn’t want to feel and I just rushed into homeroom. Roger was there as he was in my memories before all this crap and I knew I had to talk to him.

 

Roger looked at me: “Can you believe it, they died? It’s really strange.”

 

I gasped: “Roger, look, I…didn’t…know what I was doing and I thought I was just teaching them a lesson.”

 

Roger looked at me dumbfounded: “Dude, it wasn’t your fault. They drove off a cliff on purpose. There wasn’t even a suicide note; it was just random crap. I heard all three of them came out last week, probably got too much flak from friends and family.”

 

My heart sank like a ton of bricks at that point. What the fuck had I done? I tried to rationalize it in my head. I didn’t do anything wrong, they hurt me first. I did nothing wrong. I just need to tell myself that.

Roger and I had first period study together in the library, so I wanted to talk to him privately at that time. I wrote a note out to him to come to boy’s bathroom outside the computer lab, because I didn’t want to risk the chance of using my ability accidently on him.

When we got to the boy’s bathroom, there was a noticeable wailing sound from inside. It was a voice that I knew, but did not want to face.

 

Roger: “Someone’s crying inside, maybe we should check out who it is?”

 

I frowned and shook my head: “Roger, please don’t go inside.”

 

Roger again looked at me like I had three heads: “Dude, you’re acting really weird today. Fine, I will go inside.”

 

I knew who he’d find in there and dreaded the discovery.

 

Roger: “Shit, it’s Lance, Jake you got to get in here.”

 

Against my better judgment, I entered. As soon as Lance saw me, he switched to smiling and looking at me longingly.

 

Roger: “What’s wrong Lance? Why were you crying one moment, then silent the next?”

 

I knew that I had to tell him the truth, so I told Roger everything. About what the three guys did to me, the abilities that I gained, and all the changes I made. He looked at me in disbelief.

 

To prove my point, I ordered: “Lance drop your shorts and get on your knees.”

 

Lance did as he was told and Roger’s eyes widen as he saw Lance’s hard cock sticking out like a dog in heat.

 

Roger looked at me with a mixture of surprise, sadness, and something I still can’t understand: “Jake, what you did was wrong on so many levels?”

 

I looked at my best friend and tried to defend myself: “What did I do wrong? I punished the homophobic bullies that have been bothering us, I changed my mom to just be more attentive to my needs, and I just wanted someone to have sex as I am not in a committed relationship last time I checked with you.”

 

Roger was bitter at the last comment: “What you did to Lance is unforgivable, you basically raped him. Do you know that? He’s smiling right now only because you told him that whenever he thinks about gay sex with you, he must smile. He was your friend and mine; he protected us from the bullies, made us feel safe during our first year here, and did everything humanly possible to accept us even though we were gay.”

 

I knew I was beaten on Lance, I was horny and didn’t think about the repercussions: “Okay, I fucked up on Lance. You can’t tell me that you never had sex with someone else, too. I know you fucked at least a dozen other guys. I get horny and so do you, we both make mistakes when we want to fuck.”

 

Roger shook his head: “I fuck guys, who want to fuck or probably are curious about it. Lance wasn’t curious; he wasn’t even interested before you put that stuff in his head. As for those three assholes, did it ever occur to you that maybe scaring them was enough and you didn’t have to fuck up their lives?”

 

I was getting angry with my defense: “Oh come on, Sean was the biggest douche. He was a gay guy, who basically used his muscles to bully people around, because he couldn’t approach them equally. Why the fuck did he do that?”

 

Roger looked at me again with the same strange expression: “Ask yourself that question Jake? Why did you do that to everyone around you? Was it the power or was it your selfish desires? You don’t see it do you; behind it all, there was a selfish desire on your part to make them feel bad so you can feel good about yourself.”

 

I didn’t want to hear it and I didn’t want to take responsibility for any of it: “Shut up Roger, I don’t need your advice, go back to the library.”

 

Roger seemingly acted on my commands like everyone else, but he knew that he struck a chord with me. I just wouldn’t take it. Before I left, I ordered Lance to get cleaned up and not to cry anymore. Throughout the day, my conscience was biting me hard and I couldn’t really feel anything. It was like the world was falling apart in front of me and everything that I had built in the last week was burning down. When school let out, I was glad to see mom had come just as scheduled. At least, one change had not blown up in my face and I could be proud of it.

At that point, I thought maybe if Roger saw the positive change in my mom; I could at least gain a small victory. I know; it was a stupid thought after the death of three guys and the rape of another; I was kidding myself with this fantasy. Yet, I still wanted to cling onto it. I told my mom to pick him up.

That night we had a good dinner again and I tried to show Roger how nice my mom has become after what I did. He didn’t want to eat anything, so he just sat there watching as I scarfed down Mom’s meatloaf.

 

Roger asked me cautiously: “Where does she work now? “

 

Mom was hesitant, but I prodded her: “Yeah, Mom, where do you work now with the better hours?”

 

Mom frowned: “I work at Bill’s Gentlemen’s club as one of their escorts on call.”

 

My face was completely sullen at this point. I couldn’t believe it, but everything now made sense on how she could support me and keep good hours. Roger did not make an accusatory face, nor did he make any expression at my mom’s revelations. Roger and I headed to my room after dinner to talk. I was a fool, a rapist, and a murder, because I wanted to get what I thought I deserved.

 

I looked at Roger: “What should I do now? Should I just kill myself in order to end any more suffering that this stupid ability can cause to everyone around me?”

 

Roger: “I don’t know, but I don’t think killing yourself will make things better. Listen, I thought about everything too and if I were in your shoes, I probably would have done the same things.”

 

I whimpered: “Really, you would have been stupid enough to punish your bullies with embarrassing stuff that eventually led to their suicide, turn your mom into a whore, and turn one of your best friends into a cock slave just so you could get off.”

 

Roger sighed: “Probably worse, because we all have hidden desires that we do not know about. Mankind is out of touch with what we really want and we keep pushing for more stuff. We just never have the ability to facilitate our darkest desires, so they lie dormant and we just keep them buried.”

 

I looked at my friend with a questioning tone: “Well, what can I do to fix it? I can’t bring back the dead with my power.”

 

Roger: “You can’t bring back the dead, but you can help the living. Your mom and Lance are both alive for now, but the road you set them on will destroy them eventually. For your mom, use your powers to get her old job back. For Lance, he needs a lot more help that your powers can give him than any mental institution, which is the likely place he’ll end up. As for all the stuff that you took from the other guys, give it back, when you have the means you will get them in your own time.”

 

I emphatically said: “I promise to use these abilities for better reasons and keep myself in touch with both good desires and my worst desires. I will never again let something like this happen again.”

 

I had a lot of work ahead of me to make amends for all my errors, but one thing still seemed strange to me. Roger was never this smart; he was always shrewd, but he was just like me in many ways.

 

I asked Roger: “Why are you suddenly so smart and collected? I mean, I’d probably freak out if you told me that you had psychic powers.”

 

Roger sighed woefully, but knew he had to tell him the truth: “I’m dead Jake; I died Monday morning from a really bad case of allergic reaction, because the doctors gave me the wrong medication. You are only seeing me now, because I wanted to visit the person I loved before I moved on.”

 

I gasped: “You’re a ghost?”

 

Roger: “You’re a powerful psychic, probably a match made in heaven or something right. I really have to leave Jake, it’s my time to cross over and maybe someday we will be able to see each other again. I don’t know if you will be able to use these abilities for good, but I am hoping that you will. Besides, I don’t think hell would be a nice place for our reunion, way too dry and I don’t like pitch forks in my ass, too sharp.”

 

Roger left me that night. I never saw him again for as long as I lived. I have lived a very long life and have tried to keep my promise to Roger. I made a few mistakes along the way, but I never forgot the horrible lessons that first week taught.

Humanity has many desires; we all want to make our personal worlds better with more things, people, and objects. It is why we imagine the endless possibilities in stories and poetry. However, there is a dark side to desire, when we have the power to make such changes towards our life, can we not be tempted to abuse it? Probably not, it doesn’t even have to be the ability to control someone; you could be a friend forcing someone to do something they don’t want to, a drug dealer using the distribution of drugs to keep people in line, or merely a teenage boy whose desires become self-destructive with only death as the only recourse. Stay in touch with your desires and be watchful of wandering thoughts.