Sweet Revenge Pt. 02

After Adam got home that afternoon, he had a lot to occupy his thoughts. " What was that voice? Where did it come from? Was it even real? Did any of that actually happen? Am I losing my mind? And if it was all real - does that mean I can do things with my mind?"

Janis Taylor, Adam's mother, noticed her son's distraction. "Adam? Are you OK? You seem a little lost. Anything you want to talk about?"

"No," he answered a little too quickly, "no, just... uh... thinking about some of my homework assignments."

He blushed. "If she knew what I was really thinking about, she'd freak out. Me, having sex with Beast Gaynor?!? I definitely don't want her to ever find out about that. And I sure don't want to ever, ever repeat that. But... still... it felt so... so good, if I'm being honest. But knowing what I did to the Beast... He had it coming! He totally deserved it, the way he picked on me nearly every day. But... the voice was right. I can never feel proud that I did that to him."

"Adam, why are you blushing? Are you still being teased at school about your weight?"

"No, mom, nothing like that. I mean, yes, but I'm used to it by now."

"Trouble with your teachers?"

"No, mom, it's nothing."

"Is it something about... sex?"

"MOM!!" Adam blushed even harder than before.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I know you're getting older and... and it's natural for things like that to come up at your age. I know... I know it's hard for you to talk about it with your mother, but... Oh, if only your father were here."

Adam's dad, Bill, had been an accountant making a decent living until he was killed by a drunk driver while on his way home from work 6 years before. The life insurance paid for the house and provided enough for him and his mother to get by, but his absence was deeply felt on a daily basis. Janis had returned to work as a secretary to cover the things the insurance couldn't, but she could never replace the masculine presence her son needed. She had never remarried, in part because she didn't want to replace the memories of Bill in Adam's life, but more because she wasn't at all certain that any of the men she was meeting these days could live up to the standards Bill had set as an example.

"No, mom, it's nothing like that. I... I think I had better get going on my homework."

Adam retreated to his room and attempted to work on his school assignments, but found his mind drifting back the memory of Gaynor's mouth on his cock, and of the sensation of pumping spurt after spurt into the other boy's ass.

Dinner that night was filled with an uneasy silence, with neither mother nor son willing to reopen the uncomfortable conversation they had had earlier. Adam's sleep was a little troubled, but dawn and breakfast came at the usual time, and he was eventually on his way to school.

As he walked along, he thought about his (possible) new-found abilities. "Does this mean I can get a girlfriend? Or get laid? Maybe start getting some good grades? I need to start checking this out!"

As he approached his locker, Adam put his saddest expression on his face while mentally yelling, "Somebody come ask me what's wrong! Somebody care about me!"

**click**

[It doesn't work like that. You can't force an idea into someone's mind. At most, you can increase the attention someone already has on a particular thought. Right now, you haven't given anyone a reason to think about you at all, let alone sympathize with you. You've spent so much time trying to avoid attention, you can't expect anyone to concentrate on you.]

"But how do I start?"

[If you want attention, the easiest way is to give some away. Find someone who wants or needs attention and offer them some of yours.]

**click**

For the rest of the morning, Adam went through his time at school looking at his fellow students. He saw many faces he recognized, some of whom he could put a name to, but mainly just familiar strangers he had previously ignored. In his second-period Physics class, he was supposed to find a lab partner and as usual, he was among the last to get paired up with anyone. He approached one of the remaining girls and asked, "Want to partner up?"

She looked back with dull eyes and said, "I guess."

"I'm Adam. I guess we haven't met before."

"Tina."

Adam spent the rest of the class dividing his attention between the teacher's instruction and his new lab partner. She was a couple inches shorter than he was, with brown hair and a round face. She was a bit thick set, but not really heavy, and her breasts (yes, he noticed her breasts) were a bit smaller than other girls her age, but not completely flat. He supposed she would be considered plain, if he thought about it. She was a good lab partner, though.

His next class was wood shop, which Adam considered his "safe space," since Mr. Jackson strictly enforced a 'no horseplay' rule.

At lunch, Adam spotted Tina sitting at a nearly empty table.

"Mind if I join you?," he asked, waiting for permission before setting his tray down.

"Go ahead."

"Thanks for spotting that mistake I was about to make in class. I would have blown the experiment, if not for you."

"No problem," she answered. "That's why we have partners."

"Still, I hate looking like a klutz in front of Jacobs. I'm not that bad at the formulas, but I'm so clumsy."

"Tommy was just the opposite. He wasn't the best student, but he was always good with his hands. He could fix anything."

"Who's Tommy?"

"Tommy is my... was my boyfriend, until he moved last month."

"Doesn't believe in long-distance relationships, then?"

"It's not just that. He told me he was going back to live with his father, and that he had a girl back in Sweetwater."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Adam said, and suddenly realized he meant it.

The rest of the day went about as he expected, and he was soon headed back home. On the way, he spotted Bryan "The Beast" walking ahead of him and started to cross the street to avoid him when Bryan happened to spot him.

"Hey, Tubs... uh, Adam. I need to talk to you."

"Oh shit, here it comes."

"What is it, Bryan? Hey, I'm sorry about what happened. I... I... I don't know what to say."

"You didn't say anything to anybody, did you?"

"No, why would I?"

"Good. I wouldn't want the story getting around."

"But I thought you were spotted..."

"I told Bill and Jeff about being sexually assaulted at gunpoint, and the cops are looking for some tall black guy. They didn't see you at all, so they bought the story. If you don't talk, nobody will know the difference. And if you do...."

"Who's gonna believe me? Look, I would never tell anyone. I get enough shit without everyone thinking I'm gay, too. I've never had a girl, but that doesn't mean I don't want one."

"Never?"

"What girl would want to be seen with the school loser?"

"You mean I was your first...?"

"Yeah... the first person I ever came with. That doesn't mean I'm gay, though."

"I guess not, not if you've never had the opportunity." Bryan hesitated. "Look, I like girls... a lot! And I hated my brother when he forced me to suck him off. But... I don't want to admit it, but having a dick in my butt was... well... I came, too. I may never get the urge again, but if I do... can I come see you about it sometime?"

"I can't make any promises, other than to say it will be strictly between us. If I ever get a girlfriend, I probably won't be interested. And I might not, even if I don't. But I can't say I didn't enjoy what happened. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough. And thanks for keeping your mouth shut."