PAIN: Chapter 3 - Assignment image

I walked out the door with my backpack slung over my left shoulder, took the stairs two at a time and then walked down the sidewalk, towards the bus stop.

‘FUCK! The bus stop! I have to take the BUS to get to school!’ Staying home is starting to become an option. I take a deep breath and walk on, but not as confidently as I left the house. ‘There’s no reason to panic,’ I tell myself. ‘It wasn’t a school bus that was involved in the rollover; it was a city bus,’ I remind myself. I was returning from a trip downtown to drop off my mom’s watch for repair. It was her grandmother’s and a family heirloom. Now I wonder if they got the receipt from my pocket before they threw my clothes away. I pull out my cell and dial.

“Hi honey, did you forget something?”

“No Mom, I was just wondering if you have the receipt for your watch. It was in my pants pocket.”

“Don’t worry, Alex, They gave me a bag with all your belongings, including your clothes. The receipt was still in the pocket, but it was pretty bloody. It should clean up easily enough, though.”

“You have my clothes? I thought they had to cut them off me to check for wounds.”

“Just your shirt and t-shirt. The rest was still intact, so they emptied your pockets and washed the rest, to sanitize it, more or less.”

“Really? Did my wallet make it?”

“Yeah, but the blood dried on it, so I’ll have to soak it in warm water to get it open.”

“That’s fantastic!”

“Alex, what made you think of that now?”

“Well, I was on my way to the school bus stop and it just popped into my head. I know that was your grandmother’s watch and it means a lot to you.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet, Alex. Thank you. Are you nervous about the school bus ride?”

“A little, but you have to get back on the horse when you fall off. I’ll be fine, Mom.”

“Honey, you are quite the guy. You remind me of your father more and more each day.”

I bit my tongue. “Thanks, Mom. I have to get going; I’m almost to the bus stop. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Alex. Have fun at school.”

“Mom, ‘fun’ and ‘school’ should never be used in the same sentence. Hehe.”

“Silly! You know what I mean. Bye.”

I said goodbye and hung up just as I got to the bus stop. And I froze in place; Jason was standing there and smiling at me. “Jason? What are you doing here?”

“I’m glad to see you too, Alex. Hehe.”

“Shit! That must have sounded horrible. Hi Jason, what brings you here? I thought you worked mornings at the hospital.”

“I only work three days a week, Alex, Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Today is Thursday, so I start at the regular time.”

“Oh, right. I forgot, but what are you doing here? You’ve never ridden on this bus before.”

“It was because of the download I did from you. I know that you take the bus, so I decided to stop by to make sure you don’t freak out. I also wanted to coach you on the story you tell today when everyone asks what happened.”

“Thanks, Jason. I think I might need a helping hand to force me onto the bus this morning. I was getting a bit paranoid.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Take it easy. This bus doesn’t go anywhere near where you had your accident. I’ll even go with you when you take the bus to pick up your mom’s watch.”

“Thanks, that would be gr… wait a minute, how do you know ab… oh yeah, the download thing. That’s spooky. Haha.”

Jason smiled and nodded his head, “Yeah, ‘the download thing’.”

“As far as the story goes, I really don’t remember much, so they won’t get much out of me.”

“Well, you’re going to become a celebrity today and everybody and their brother are waiting to ask you what happened. Alex, do your best to NOT embellish the events of the accident. It would be more prudent to leave things out than to add things to it.”

“I understand that; Mom and Dad always knew when I was lying as a kid. Mom told me I used to make up the most incredible stories to get out of getting punished. They never worked, my Mom said that sometimes she and Dad had a hard time keeping a stern face while they listened, so often enough, they just sent me to my room for a couple of hours to get me to shut up. Hehe.”

About then the bus arrived and Jason waited for me to climb aboard, I didn’t notice that he blocked the exit as he got on. I led the way and found a seat towards the rear of the bus and sat down. With Jason following me, that made sure that I took the window seat so I couldn’t get out if I changed his mind.

“So what classes and teachers do you have, Alex?” Jason began, but one of the other boys on the bus called over.

“Hey, Blackwell! Are you gonna roll this bus, too?”

“Haha! Kiss off, Wilson! Not this time; you still have to hand in your homework today. Sorry.”

“Hehe, you know me too well, Alex.”

“Do you want to copy mine, Paul?” I asked.

“What? You did your homework? You gotta be shitting me! Yeah! Fork it over! I was out with Maggie last night and never got to it.”

I rummaged through my backpack and found the Chemistry assignment. Paul Wilson was my lab partner in Chemistry. I started to hand Paul the papers, but then I ripped them back suddenly. “Wait! You were with Maggie? Did you wash your hands? I don’t want my homework smelling like tuna.”

“Hahaha, Blackwell, you’re really a prick when you want to be. Yes, I washed my hands.”

I passed the papers to Paul.

“I’ll give them back in class, dude. But seriously, you were in a bus rollover two days ago and you’re going to school today? That’s insane! I’d have milked it for at least a week.”

Just then, the bus slowed and went over a speed bump. I started to panic and then Jason put his arm around my shoulder and made skin-to-skin contact between his hand and my neck. The next thing I felt was an awesome calm as Jason force-fed me images of puppies and kittens.

“Calm down, Alex, it’s just a speed bump. Relax.”

I started to laugh. “Puppies and kittens?!? That was the best you could do?”

Jason smiled and said, “Shut up. It worked, didn’t it?”

Finally, Paul broke in, “What are you guys talking about?”

Thinking quickly, I told him, “Paul, this is Jason. He came over to ride the bus with me in case something shook me up on the trip. When we were waiting at the bus stop, he told me to think of puppies and kittens if anything happened during the ride. I hate to admit it, but it worked.”

Paul cracked up. “Good thing you’re not afraid of puppies and kittens. Haha. Hey Jason, good to meet you. Keeping my lab partner safe, at least for the rest of the semester, is a priority for me. Thanks for the save.” And he reached over and bumped fists with Jason.

“So what happened, Blackwell? How did you make it through that mess on the bus when all the other passengers were killed?”

“I really don’t know, man. When it started to roll, my mind just went blank and all I remember was waking up in the hospital. I must be really lucky or God really loves me.”

I continued talking with my two friends for the rest of the ride and that had a calming effect on me. When we arrived, Jason walked with Paul and me to the door of the school, but said his goodbyes and turned left to get to his locker. Paul and I turned right. As we approached our lockers, two of the guys in my US History class walked up.

“Alex! You’re back already? We thought you were in the hospital. Weren’t you in a bus crash Tuesday?” It was Josh Edwards and Kevin McLaughlin. Josh posed the question.

“That’s what I told him, Josh. I bet he could easily have gotten a week out of that.”

“No shit! Maybe two,” added Kevin.

“Come on guys, you know I had perfect attendance going. What did you expect a brown-noser like me to do? Besides, daytime TV really sucks!” I said in my defense.

“So Alex, what happened?” Josh asked.

“They haven’t figured it out yet. All I remember from before the bus started to roll was hearing a loud bang and the bus started pulling to the right, and off the road. The unfortunate part was that it happened where 24th Street curves. You know, right where the washout happened last year. As soon as the bus left the road, it started to tip and that caused it to roll. I don’t remember what happened from the time the bus started to roll until I woke up the next morning in the hospital.”

The first bell rang and we started off to our first classes of the day. Teachers and students alike had questions for me, both about my health and the accident itself. I was getting my story down pat by the time fourth period and lunch rolled around. Jason was at a table in the cafeteria with some of his friends when he saw me approach the vending machine to get a soft drink. He got up and walked over to me and suggested we eat outside at the football bleachers for a bit of privacy. I agreed and we were soon on our way.

“Alex, I saw you practicing your powers in the hospital yesterday, have you had an opportunity to practice since then, other than when you stopped your dad from hitting Luke?”

“Oh crap! You know about that, too?”

“Alex, we both know everything about each other through this morning on the bus, when I touched your neck. If you look through the memories of mine that I force-fed to you, you’ll find a number of personal items and embarrassing events from my life. For instance, how long is my dick?”

“Six inches,” I replied without thinking.

“And I know that yours is five and three quarters. Don’t worry, that’s what mine was at 15.”

I smirked, “Yeah, I know.”

“Hahaha, see?”

“OK, but it’s still gonna take a bit of getting used to.”

“Now that that’s settled, answer the question; have you been practicing?”

“A bit. I found that I can easily lift things mentally that I could never lift physically. I lifted the washing machine a few inches off the floor. I’m sure I could have lifted it higher, but the hoses were connected. By the way, it was loaded and running at the time.” I could feel my face spread into a grin. It was nice to have someone to talk with about my abilities.

“When we talked yesterday, you said that you sometimes have to close your eyes to do some things. It might be good to practice until you can accomplish tasks without having to close your eyes. Losing sight of a target, even for an instant, can possibly cause failure. Here’s something to try: we have blue plastic barrels collecting water from the rain. It’s part of an ecology program. I’m part of the program. I know that a U.S. gallon of water weighs about 8.35 pounds, as compared to an Imperial gallon that weighs 10 pounds. The barrels that are collecting water from the drain pipes are 50 U.S. gallons and the barrel itself weighs 25 pounds, so an overflowing barrel weighs about 442.5 pounds, but on average, they’re 440 pounds or less. We have a few full barrels that you can use for your practice sessions. But be careful. Just because they’re plastic doesn’t mean they can’t break.

“First, lift an empty barrel and work up, five gallons at a time, until you can lift a full barrel, if that’s possible. We have to get you so you can do this almost without thinking about it. If you run into snags, let me know and I might be able to find another psychokinetic to help you find the answer to any questions you develop.”

“There really are more people like me? I know you told me that yesterday, too, but it’s so new to me that I can’t even believe that I can do it, let alone others.”

“Yep! I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I found out that I wasn’t the only telepath. And the answer is yes, there are others like you. Now let’s eat before we have to go back to class.”

“You don’t have to tell me that twice. Who was your mentor when you found out you had powers? Better yet, how did you find out you had powers?”

“The first question is easy, Michelle Johnson. She was 15 and my babysitter at the time. I was eight. She asked me how school was going and she knew I was lying when I said it was OK. We’re not sure how it works, but she’s a human lie detector. I pity her kids. Hehe.”

“No shit! They won’t be able to get away with anything. What was going on that you lied about?” I asked.

“I was being teased at school because I liked to talk with the girls more than the boys and I didn’t like sports that much. She finally got it out of me. She also sensed that I had a power, but it took a year before we figured out which one. It happened by accident. I was holding her hand and I thought I heard her say, “Don’t forget to get tampons.”

“Ewww! Gross!” I said.

“Haha… that’s exactly what I said to her and she gave me this funny look. She asked me what was gross. She knew she didn’t say it out loud. When I told her, she just said, ‘Yes! That’s it! You’re a mind reader!’”

“So just like that, she knew?”

“Well, we had to figure out exactly how it worked. Sometimes I could do it and others I couldn’t. It was frustrating. Then she realized we had to have skin-to-skin contact for the power to work. Then my training began.”

Unfortunately, that’s when the class bell rang. We gathered our trash and tossed it and Jason said he’d meet me after school. The afternoon classes were the same as the morning ones, with me telling my story for the teachers and the class before starting the lessons. Finally, seventh period was over and we were done for the day. Jason and I got to the bus at about the same time and we sat next to each other again. Jason still had me sit in the window seat and he took the aisle. He suggested that I call Mom and see if I could go to his house until dinner. I called, and Mom said it was OK, but not to be late, “We’re eating at 6:00 PM sharp!” she told me.

When we got to Jason’s house, his dad was still at work. We had some sodas and chips and talked more about our powers. This time I asked how he discovered that he could ‘force feed’ thoughts to other people.

“Believe it or not, I really don’t know how I do it. I know I can, and I know I never do it by accident, but how it happens is still a mystery to us.”

“To us?”

“Yeah, to Michelle and me. By now she was mentoring me to be sure I was moral about using the power. People keep secrets. If you look through your memories, you should be able to see some of mine. I haven’t done anything evil, but there are personal things that I don’t want broadcast. By the way, did you really tell Luke your peepee was swollen because it was full of pee?”

“GAH!!! STOP THAT, GOD DAMMIT! If you don’t stop it, I’ll start asking questions about what you and Mike O’Connor did!”

“Oosp! Hahaha! Yeah, that qualifies as ‘embarrassing’. I’ll be good, Alex. I promise. Hehe.”

“You better! Now where were we?”

“Michelle took me under her wing. She was my babysitter until I was 12, so we worked with each other for a little over three years. After that, she propositioned me.”

“Did you tell her you were gay?”

“Not that kind of proposition, pervert! She was in college by then and was becoming an expert on the paranormal in her spare time. She figured out that there were others like us and after a year or so of searching, she found P.A.I.N.”

“Psychics Against Injustice Now?”

“Exactly. She had been working with them for over a year before she approached me about joining her and working for them. They keep a low profile by standing out in the crowd.”

“What?”

“Haha, I know! It sounds like an oxymoron, doesn’t it? But that’s exactly what we do. Like I told you, we’re listed in the phonebook and even have a website. To keep people away from us, we let them think we’re kooks.”

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“It’s simple. We let the local churches do it for us. No one is more superstitious than the Christians. When you think about it, Jesus qualifies as a zombie, right? Hehe.”

“Haha, I never thought about it that way.”

“The only thing we have to be careful about is making sure they think we’re harmless kooks. But we actually do a lot of good. Every now and then you hear about someone doing a spectacular act of kindness, but no one can remember who it was and they can’t agree on how it was done. That’s because telepaths like me visit each of the witnesses and ‘force feed’ them conflicting information. We just have to touch them. The easiest way is with a handshake. The last three witnesses that I ‘treated’, I said ‘hello’, shook their hand, uploaded what we needed and they said ‘goodbye’, thinking we had already talked.”

“Wow! That is so cool! Now I wish I was a telepath.”

“Easy there, big guy, we can’t all be telepaths. That’s why Michelle wanted me to make contact with you. We really need telekinetics. Imagine how you could help people, just as you helped Luke yesterday. You have the power to lift at least your own weight and probably a lot more.”

“My own weight? How do you figure that?”

“Think, Alex. Tuesday you levitated yourself on the bus as it was rolling over. So you can lift at least your own weight.”

“OK, but how can I use that to my advantage on other tasks?”

“We know that you can levitate for self-preservation. Now we just need to find out if and how you can levitate by desire, on demand. Once you can prove you can, Michelle and I have a few other thoughts about what you can do.”

“Cool! Why not try it now?” I asked, and I closed my eyes and imagined that I was floating two inches above the floor. I could feel the motion starting, but I wasn’t quite light enough in my loafers yet. Then I heard Jason shouting…

“Wow! That’s so cool! You’re doing it, Alex! And on the first try!”

I opened my eyes and I couldn’t believe it! I was floating two inches off the floor, but I still felt like I was standing on it. I guess this is another reason that I have to learn to do this with my eyes open.

“Jason! I can’t believe it! It works! It fucking works!”

“Can you rise any higher?”

“Let’s see… Going up!” I concentrated on rising six more inches, and immediately I rose six more inches! “This is sooooo cool!” I said. I was grinning so broadly that my face hurt. What an occupational hazard to have!

“Alex, before you get too high, lean forward and see if you can get into a lying position above the floor.”

I slowly leaned forward, keeping my back and legs straight. “Fuck! Jason, I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”

“Haha! I can see it, but I don’t believe it! You are, Alex, you are! Try one more thing; can you roll over?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said and then I started to turn. I did a 360° turn to the left and then a 360 to the right. My head was facing north, so I tried to face south. It worked! Just like spinning the arrow on a board game spinner!

Jason was ecstatic! “Alex, can you move forward?”

“Hahaha! I don’t see why not!” and I did! I moved six inches forward! I was so happy that I almost peed my pants. Now I tried to get back into a standing position. It took four tries, but I DID IT!!! Slowly I lowered myself to the floor. I have no idea how I was doing it other than with sheer willpower!

When I landed, Jason came over and hugged me. Whoa! I think we both had hardons. Fuck it, if Jason doesn’t care, neither do I. Just for grins, I held Jason as tightly as I could and tried to rise up. Hahaha!!! We were BOTH floating! Next, I leaned back, hugging Jason to me and we were now horizontal! Jason was hanging on for dear life when I covered his mouth with mine. After a few seconds, we broke our kiss and I thanked him. He was a bit nervous, so I went vertical again and lowered to the floor.

Jason initiated the next kiss, and we pressed our bodies together again. We were both at full bone still and couldn’t care less.

“Jason, when is your dad due home?”

“5:30. What time is it now?”

“4 o’clock.”

“Where are my manners? Would you like to see my bedroom?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” And we broke our embrace and walked up the steps to Jason’s room. On the way, I saw the bathroom and we made a diversion so I could relieve myself. Jason agreed it was a good idea and he joined me. I had to really concentrate on what I was doing so I didn’t miss the bowl and pee on Jason’s shoes. He was having the same trouble. We managed to get all the pee in the toilet before we shook off and tucked our dicks away. Quickly we washed our hands and then headed for Jason’s room.

Jason started to undress me when we got to his bed. I returned the favor. In no time flat, we were naked and on the bed, in each other’s arms. Then Jason showed me how much fun his power could be when he force-fed his feelings and emotions to me and I know he was downloading mine. This was incredible! Because of his force feeding, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. His downloads told him the same about me.

We got into a 69 position, but we were more interested in looking at each other’s dicks than sucking on them. With Jason’s feedback, I knew instantly if he was enjoying what I was doing and he knew the same from me. I instinctively reached over to Jason’s bedside table and took out his lube. After squirting some on his hardon, I passed the bottle to him and he did the same to my hardon. Then we slowly started stroking each other. We both giggled as our hands on each other’s cocks made squeaky-squishy sounds. Going from the other’s feedback, we changed our speed, slower or faster, as our partner desired. Jason knew that I liked to stimulate my penis head and I knew that he loved to have his shaft stroked, and just where and how to do it. Within minutes, we were having difficulties holding back our orgasms, try as we might. Finally, we sent a message to each other: Go for it! Now!

As I was flailing away on Jason, I froze in mid stroke when I felt the most incredible sensation of my 15 years. Jason had taken me into his mouth and was sucking the life right out of me! He knew from my biofeedback when I was most pleased and he gave it to me to the max. I couldn’t take it anymore! “Jason! I’m cumming!” But he sucked all the more intensely. The pressure, both internal and external, was too much to bear and I released my semen into his mouth. To my surprise, Jason swallowed my entire load! From his biofeedback, I could tell he loved every drop of it.

That’s when I decided that I was about to suck my first cock. I took him in and bobbed up and down, somehow knowing to keep my teeth covered and not scrape Jason’s tender penis skin. I was holding his balls as I sucked and I found the correlation to his balls pulling up and his penis getting harder, and finally, his penis head getting larger. He was about to blow and I was about to enjoy doing it to and for him. As I had for him, Jason let me know he was past the point of no return and then it happened. His penis started pulsing and filling my mouth with its deliciously tangy nectar. I had to swallow to keep from drowning! I counted five major pulses, followed by three smaller ones. I kept Jason’s penis in my mouth and milked it until he stopped me, saying it was too tender and it was driving him crazy. Reluctantly, I released him.

When we got our strength back, we hugged and kissed again. I have never felt so good in all my life. I don’t know if I loved Jason, but I definitely loved what we did with each other. The biofeedback from Jason told me that he felt the same. I hope I didn’t disappoint him be not thinking I loved him.

“Alex, don’t worry about love for now. That was one of the most satisfying occasions of my life. If we end up loving each other, we will, but for now, just be glad we had each other to make each other happy.”

“Yeah, it definitely was the highlight of my life, to date, Jason. This sooooo beats the hell out of my right hand. Hehe.”

“Yeah it does.  Hahaha.”

Just then Jason’s cell phone rang. We sat up and Jason reached across me to retrieve it from the bedside table.

“Hello, this is Jason.”

“Wait Michelle, Alex is here. Let me put this on speaker phone,” and he pressed the necessary buttons and said, “Alex, meet Michelle. Michelle, meet Alex.”

We said hello to each other and then Jason started again, “So what were you saying, Michelle?”

“I think I have a task that you guys can handle. It’s right at West Side High.”

“That’s great, Michelle. Fire away.”

“There’s a bully who’s picking on one particular kid. He’s big enough to really do some damage to the kid if he isn’t stopped. I want you guys to get creative and convince the jerk that he needs to improve his social skills. Can you do that?”

“From what I know about me, and what Alex has shown me, I know we can. What’s the bully’s name?” Jason grabbed a pad and pencil.

“Ron Conrad. He’s a 17 year old junior.”

“I know who he is. And what’s the victim’s name?”

“Glenn Taylor. He’s a 14 year old freshman.”

“And I know Glenn,” I told her. “He’s a great kid, and smart, too.”

“OK,” Michelle continued, “you guys have your first assignment, Good luck! I have to get going. Mom is expecting me to come to dinner tonight.”

“Nice meeting you, Michelle. Later.”

“Michelle, don’t worry about a thing, Alex and I will get it under control. By the way, Alex and I were just honing his skills and we think it’s better than you and I talked about.”

“Good. With the assignment, be sure to call me when it’s settled, Jason. Nice meeting you, too, Alex. Does this mean you’re joining the team?”

“I guess it does, hehe.”

“Welcome aboard! I’m outta here. Bye.” And she disconnected.

Jason closed his phone and put it back on the bedside table.

“Good grief! I’m still naked and I’m not embarrassed by it,” I said.

“I know what you mean. I just feel really comfortable around you, too.”

“It’s almost 5 o’clock. I should be getting home.”

“I think I’ll go with you, Alex. Didn’t your mom say she wanted to meet me?”

“How did- Never mind. I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to you doing that,” I said.

“Let’s get cleaned up and dressed. I don’t think I’m dressed appropriately to meet your mom.”

“Yeah… comb your hair at least,” I giggled.

We went into the bathroom and took a quick shower together, then dried each other, dressed and left.

Mom was surprised that I was 30 minutes early. I explained that I wanted to introduce her to Jason. He was on his best behavior and Mom loved him. What a kiss ass! He only stayed for a few minutes. When I walked him to the door, we stood on the front porch for a few minutes while Jason reminded me that he had to work tomorrow morning. He suggested that since I knew Glenn Taylor that I might get with him and find out why Ron Conrad is messing with him. I told him I would. Glenn’s a good kid. I knew him from Middle School.

Published January 1, 2012

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