Spring Break

Not using your powers was difficult at first. You kept being tempted, the idea of being able to have so much control over others was enticing. However, your morals won out in the end. After a few months of not using your powers, you started getting these headaches. They weren't that bad at first, but they kept getting worse.

Spring break was approaching. The football team was gonna be going to Ryan's family cabin in the woods to party in over the break. Even though things had been a little weird with the team, you still were invited and so you went.

"Where are all the chicks man," Wayne said loading the fridge with beers for the party later that night, "No offense Ryan, but if I knew it was going to be this much of a sausage party, I woulda gone with the delts to beach week."

"The girls are down the road at an Airbnb, Wayne," Ryan said, "Don't worry they'll come over later tonight,"

"I bet you wouldn't mind if it stayed a sausage party, would you," Jason smirked at you. You roll your eyes getting up.

"Jason, wtf?" Ryan says as you walk out of the room.

"It's true," you hear, his voice trailing off as you walk down the hall. You were sick of Jason bullying you, of resisting the urge to use your power. You exit the cabin, needing to clear your thoughts. Your head started to throb in pain. In your distracted state you don't even notice crashing into another man. He catches you as you fall over.

"Hey there, careful." He says, holding you by your forearms. You look up at him, but you don't recognize the man.

"Who are you?" pulling yourself up with the man's help. You couldn't help but stare at the man's muscular build.

"I'm the gardener/groundskeeper," the man says, "But call me Don," he wraps his arm under your shoulder, "Let's get you somewhere you can sit down." He walks you to a small shed just to the side of the cabin. Ryan's family was rich rich and so with a cabin this size, you weren't surprised that there was a groundskeeper. Don guides you to a chair and you thankfully sit down, your head still pounding. Don walks to a sink in the corner, fills up a cup, and hands it to you.

"Thank you," you reply and Don smiles.

"No worries," Don says, "A friend of the Ryan Winslows is a friend of mine. I've known him since he was 8, when the Winslows first took me on, right out of college." he continued puttering with some tools on a workbench, "He's a good man, putting up with those parents of his, and that brother."

It was strange to hear someone talk about Ryan like this. It was stranger still the feelings you felt looking at this man. Well, not strange, but Don was quite the man. Built like a giant, his arms and chest coated in a thick layer of hair. Despite himself, he felt himself growing hard, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"So which one of them are you? Jason? Wayne?" He asks and you shake your head, which he laughs, "Thank god," he says and then Don squints at you, smiling a little. Then he says your name. You widen your eyes.

"How did you know?" you ask and Don smiles a little more.

"What can I say, I'm good at reading people." he says, "So you're the gay one?" Great, Ryan refers to me as the gay one. you think to yourself.

"Yeah, kinda," you say, which makes Don laugh again.

"How is that?" Don says, "Since you're on a sports team and all,"

"It's...well sometimes I wish they were more supportive." you stutter.

"Sorry to hear that man." Don says looking down at your hard-on, "But it might help if you got better at hiding your boners," You feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you and your headache gets over immensely painful. Suddenly, you feel your grip slipping and you black out.