Date: Mon, 2 May 2016 22:53:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: little white pills, Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: "Test Subject 147"

Marco absent-mindedly scratched his short beard while he read through the
experimental protocols, killing time while he waited for the test subject
to finish his calibration run.  He was just growing it back in again and it
was really itchy, but his boyfriend thought it was hot, and Marco wasn't
going to argue with Freddy when he was horny.  Speaking of which...the test
readings were approaching the critical point--it looked like his boy was
about to nut.  He hoped this guy was scheduled for the real thing instead
of a placebo: he was just the sort of straight jock Marco loved seducing,
and Ollo's new batch of pills seemed to work more often than not.  Not that
he had anything to complain about--Freddy was great in bed--but sometimes
it was nice to have a new dick in your mouth.  And Freddy got off on
hearing about his adventures, as long as it was clear they were just sex
and not competition.

The guy--Greg--was grunting now as he got close, his big blond frame
straining against the straps as he worked the controls on the Orgasmatron
(technically the "Virtual Sexual Interface and Monitoring Station," but
what sort of name was that?) to get himself off.  Marco checked the video
feed going to his goggles.  Sure enough, the guy was watching two girls go
at it; these straight boys did love their girl-on-girl action, as long as
it wasn't too kinky.  And of course any butt stuff was strictly for the
girls to take.  Funny how the guys never wondered just why the women or gay
guys who bottomed seemed to like it so much.  Of course, some of them did
come around--maybe this would be Greg's lucky day.  It depended on what was
in the vials Marco had been given, and on the experimental guidelines--the
company was really strict about those.  They really wanted to keep this
research under anyone's radar, and a pissed-off test subject throwing a
public hissy fit would not be good for that.  TJ had made it clear that if
any of the techs let that happen they would get gang-banged by a bunch of
rabid lawyers, so no stepping out of line.

The beeping from his monitoring station told him Greg was getting off.
Twenty-four minutes--not bad stamina for a guy who hadn't shot a load in
five days.  Mario grabbed his clipboard and headed into the lab room,
whistling as he went.

By the time he walked in the room Greg was laying back, recovering, and
Marco admired the sight for a few seconds.  Even with the virtual reality
goggles and various sensors attached to his body he was still worth a
stare: a great chest with a little bit of fur and pink nipples (still
erect), big arms and legs with more of that sexy blond fuzz, and some nice
low-hangers between his legs.  His cock was still buried in the Dick In A
Box, but Marco had seen the sensor readings, and it was a nice one: a fat 6
1/2" with a bend to the left that gave it some character.

"So what'd you think of that, Greg?  Not bad, huh?"

Greg gave a short laugh.  "Yeah, you could say that.  Way better than I
thought."

Mario sat down at the work station computer to check some readings as he
talked.  "Yeah, that's what most guys say."

Greg chuckled again.  "Man, I can't believe I almost did that stupid heart
study like Andrew.  What a sucker."

Mario was only half-listening as he entered some data and reconfigured the
software.  "Oh yeah?  Who's Andrew?"

"He's my roommate.  He's been doing some sort of heart study with you guys
for a month or two now.  Sucker's probably been hanging out with a bunch of
geezers when he could be getting his rocks off--at least it'd be a change
from his right hand."

"We--" Marco had been about to say that the cardio study had ended a few
weeks ago.  But then he remembered that they did have an Andrew who was a
regular test subject.  He'd been one of the first to try the new pill/gel
combination, and all of the guys who had were major cockhounds now.  In
fact a few of them were in this weekend along with the newbies like Greg.
Interesting....  "So your roommate's not getting any, huh?"

"Nah, he's single.  I keep telling him going on a camping trip with his new
buddies is not how he's gonna meet any chicks, but he says he's fine.  Of
course he says that, but he must be jerking off like twice a day."

"Really?  That's a lot."

"No kidding, right?  But yeah, he's not real discreet if you know what I
mean.  Hell, I even walked in on him in the bathroom one time by
mistake--just last week."

"No shit, that must have been awkward."

"Tell me about it.  The guy's hung too--there was no way he could hide it
behind that towel."  Greg chuckled, remembering.

Marco had finished up on the computer and gotten the tray of vials he
needed for the next round of testing as they were talking.  "Big huh?"
This had to be the Andrew he knew.

"Yeah man.  I thought I was okay, you know, but he's in a whole different
league."

Marco laughed and picked up a syringe.  "Hey whatever man, I'm sure you do
just fine.  Hang on for a little prick in your arm."  He injected the clear
liquid.

"Yeah, I do all right.  What's that stuff?"

"It's a little something to chill you out a bit.  We're going to do some
interview stuff as part of the next phase and it'll help you answer
reliably."  Some of the techs called it "liquid Bible" because it made you
tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.  It wasn't
quite that good, but it definitely helped the test subjects open up for
some of the more personal questions, especially if they'd only gotten a
placebo.  Marco carefully pulled the goggles off Greg's head.

"What, no more porn?"  Greg sounded the slightest bit buzzed.  Good, the
shot was working already.

"Nope, not right now.  Gonna do a few other things.  Here, drink this and
tell me what it tastes like."  He held the first vial up to Greg's lips to
swallow in a quick gulp.

"Kinda lemony.  Like cheap Kool Aid."

"Okay thanks."  Marco made a note, then worked on removing the Dick In A
Box from Greg's penis, letting it flop out when Marco lifted the box up.
It was gradually softening, the foreskin no longer completely pulled back
from the gooey head.  He set the box aside, then packed up the semen sample
for the lab to analyze.

"Man, you're taking my cyber-pussy away?...Awww...."  Greg chuckled a
little.  He definitely sounded lightly buzzed now, so he was ready for the
next dose.

"Sorry man.  Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get it back soon enough.  Here,
drink this."  He lifted Greg's head slightly to help him drink the second
vial.

"Tastes like Sunny Delight.  I hate that fake OJ crap."

"Sorry Greg, I just give you what they tell me.  Okay, we're just going to
do a bit of an interview and I'll take some notes.  Like I said when you
arrived, all of this is strictly confidential.  Okay?"

"Sure man...let'r rip."

Per his instructions, Marco kept the questions for the next few minutes
fairly neutral: sports, favorite foods, favorite movies--all part of a
personality profile.  Then onto some more ambiguous questions: what would
you do if you found a wallet on the street? The sorts of questions where
the liquid Bible ensured honest answers.  Marco kept a close eye on the
sensor readings as he talked, watching for a sign.  Seven minutes in he saw
a small change in the sensors measuring blood flow to Greg's penis.  It
would be too minuscule for Greg to notice himself, but his own dick
twitched in his scrubs.  It might not mean anything so soon after Greg
drank the second vial, but the liquid was supposed to be faster-acting than
the pills.  And supposedly the first liquid also tasted like crap on
subjects the pills didn't work for, so maybe....

Following the guidelines (and his own hopes), Marco's questions turned to
sex, starting with Greg's first encounters and working up to the present
day.  Greg's readings continued to rise slowly during this talk, and Marco
thought he could see his penis swelling ever so slightly.

"So are you still dating this gal Melissa?"

"Man, I dunno.  We had a big fight a couple weeks ago, and she packed her
shit up.  We've talked on the phone, but she's still pissed.  And I'm stuck
with my right hand."

"So you're not having sex with anyone else right now?"

"Nah.  I figure Melissa will calm down eventually."

"While you're on your own, how often do you masturbate?"

Greg gave a slightly stoned chuckle.  "Not as much as Andrew.  Probably
four or five times a week."

"Do you think about Melissa when you do?"

"Sometimes.  But I like some variety too, you know?  There's a couple of
chicks in the gym that are hot."

"What do you like to fantasize about when you want 'something different?'"

"Ummm...mostly just a different chick, you know?  Like maybe we're alone in
the gym after everyone has left, and she gets behind the counter and starts
sucking my cock.  Or she sneaks into the locker room after hours and we
fuck in the shower."  Not surprisingly, Greg's dick was swelling more
noticeably now.

"What's your hottest fantasy?  The one you'd most like to do if you could?"

"Shit man, that's easy: two chicks at once.  I'd hook up with that Zumba
instructor Megan, and the brunette with the short hair that's always
hanging with her.  They look like they could really cut loose, you know?  I
could tag team them with Derrick."  A number of graphs on the monitor were
rising steadily now, and so was Greg.  He was still mostly soft, but his
cock was twitching in time with his pulse as it inflated.

"Who is Derrick?"

"Oh, he's my friend Steve's friend.  He just started college this year, and
I got him a membership at the gym.  He works out there all the time
man--he's totally ripped.  He looks like a Jason Statham's hot younger
brother or something."

"So you think it'd be hot to have sex with a couple of girls and him?"

"Yeah man.  He's got this really intense personality; I bet he fucks like a
champ.  It'd be amazing watching him go to town."

"What is it about watching him have sex that you think would be erotic?"
Marco was pretty sure he knew where this was going, and he had to work to
keep his tone clinical.  At least Greg couldn't see his growing
stiffy--that could still be awkward if Marco's guess was wrong.

"Ummm...I dunno."  Greg looked thoughtful.  "I guess just watching all
those hard muscles pumping away, you know.  He's got a great ass from all
those squats.  And a really good chest too...he'd be flexing like mad while
he was getting his dick sucked.  And he'd have a rock hard grip too...he
could steer you--a chick anywhere he wanted."  Greg's dick had reached the
tipping point, and it flopped up to lie on his stomach, growing rapidly.

"Have you seen his dick?"

"Just in the locker room.  It's pretty decent sized.  The head is pretty
fat, and he trims his pubes I think--he looks pretty smooth.  And his balls
are nice...."  Greg's voice trailed off, lost in thought.  His cock was
fully erect now, his foreskin barely covering the swollen head.

"So in your fantasy, what do you imagine the two of you doing?  With these
girls."

"Oh man.  We could be standing there together, getting our dicks sucked.
That would be hot, watching him get head.  I could feel his muscles flexing
while he was pumping into her mouth...."

"So you'd like to feel his body?  Rub your hands over him?"

"Yeah...yeah.  Like, I could be standing next to him while we were getting
sucked, and rub my hands over his chest and abs and stuff."

"Do you imagine him doing the same thing?"

"Yeah, that'd be really hot.  He could rub my chest and nipples, and then
my abs while I rubbed his, and...."

"And?..."

"It'd be cool to see what his dick felt like.  You know, just help him out
a bit while he was getting sucked."

"What do you imagine him doing when you do that?"

"Hell, I bet he'd love it.  Who doesn't like a helping hand, right?  I'm
sure he'd want to return the favor...yeah, we could just be stroking each
other."  A clear droplet had appeared at his piss slit, growing noticeably
as Greg talked.

"Anything else you'd like to do with Derrick?"

"Oh man.  Just rubbing up against him, feeling our dicks rubbing...that'd
be totally hot.  And then he'd start pushing me down on my knees so I could
suck him...fuck yeah.  Marco man, I'm seriously horny.  You gotta hook me
up to the machine again."

"We'll get to that in a bit Greg.  Please continue answering the question.
You said you wanted to suck Derrick off?"

Greg licked his lips.  "Yeah.  I mean, I've never sucked a guy off, but you
always wonder what it's like, right?  I think it could be really hot you
know?  Doing the stuff I like to get done to me.  Working on the head just
right, then taking him all the way in."

"You think you'd do a good job?  Derrick would like it?"

"Yeah, he'd be grunting and holding his head while he fucked my mouth,
pumping away.  And..."

"And what?"

"Then he could--he could pull me off him and get down on his knees with me.
And he'd be looking me right in the eyes with that hard-ass look he has,
and he'd lean forward and push me on my back."  Greg licked his lips again,
and the first drop of precum dripped from the purple head onto his stomach.
"And he'd grab my legs and spread them apart, and then I'd feel his cock
rubbing against me...Marco man, I've really gotta get off.  You gotta help
me out here."

"Sure thing Greg, I understand."  Marco was rock-hard now, but the
guidelines were clear on what he was supposed to do next.  He reached for
the next items on his tray: a tube labelled Batch 4121A and a
standard-grade 5" anal probe: white and smooth, with a modest bulge near
the top, like a small streamlined cyberdick.  "Tell me if this feels like
you imagine Derrick would."

Greg sucked in his breath as the cool lubricated probe touched his hole,
then began sliding up and down against it, gently pressing his taint and
bumping his balls.  "Yeah, that's hot.  Yeah, like that."

"Good.  Would you like it if Derrick did something like this?"  Marco
paused with the probe head at Greg's asshole, then applied some pressure.
Greg let out a low moan.  "Maybe a bit more?"  He pressed further, the
lubricated head sinking in partway, and there was another moan.  There was
a lot less resistance than he'd expected--Greg must be a natural at this.
He kept pushing the probe in.  It slipped past his ring easily and kept
going until it was all the way in.  "How does that feel Greg?"  He pumped
the probe in and out slightly.

"Ohhhh maaaan.  Yeah...God that feels good Marco."  Greg gave a long lazy
sigh of pleasure.  "Aaahhh.... Do it harder.  Mmmmm...."  He twisted lazily
in the chair, working his hips around the probe as it penetrated him.

Marco was happy to oblige.  He was squeezing his own hard-on as he
pleasured Greg's hole, slowly at first and then picking up speed as the
resistance faded.  Greg's breathing was quicker now, and he let out little
happy grunts when Marco got the probe's angle just right.  After 5 minutes
an alarm flashed on the computer screen, and he pulled the probe out.

Greg lifted his head up, looking a little bleary-eyed.  "Hey, don't stop
man, that felt really good."

Marco smiled at him.  "Don't worry, we're just going to try something a
little different.  That was our standard anal probe.  We have a modified
one though that some guys like better--we call it the Tickler.  I'll try it
out and you can see what you think."  He slicked up a larger purple dildo
covered with the little ridges and bumps that gave it its name.  Not all
the guys liked this one, but he had a feeling Greg would enjoy the bigger
girth if nothing else.  He pressed the head against Greg's hole and began
easing it in.

"Ooooohhh, Jeeeesus!  Don't stop Marco.  Fuuuuuck yeah!"  Greg bit his lip
and laid his head back, grunting as the new probe opened him up wider.  His
wet cock head was completely free of his foreskin now, and a small pool of
pre-cum had formed on his treasure trail.  Marco longed to lick it clean,
but he knew that wasn't the plan, at least not yet.  As with the first
probe, he began working Greg open for the larger dildo.  The stocky blond's
whimpers were more frequent and louder, and he was twisting in his
restraints as the stimulation worked him into a frenzy.  His toes were
curling--that was always a good sign.

Soon enough though the computer gave Marco a signal for another change-up,
and the Tickler came out.  Greg looked up in frustration.  "Come on Marco,
don't tease me man!  Put it back in!"

"Don't worry, just changing things up again.  I think you're going to like
this one the best."  This dildo was shaped like a large, very realistic
circumcised cock, complete with veins and a pair of fat balls.  Marco held
it up so Greg could see it as he rubbed lube onto it.  "What do you think
Greg?  Look good?"

Greg stared, hypnotized.  "Yeah," he whispered, "hell yeah.  Fuck me with
that thing Marco.  Shove it up my ass good."

His cock head was a deep reddish-purple now, but the instruments showed he
was a ways off from orgasm still.  Marco hoped so, because he needed to get
off himself, and he was counting on Greg to do it.  He started easing the
toy into Greg's ass, working it around as he did.  "How's that Greg?  You
like that?"

"Holy crap, yeah.  Unggh....  That feels fucking awesome man."  He sucked
in his breath as the head popped in, followed by a long moan as Marco
worked the shaft all the way in.  His hands clenched and he started rocking
his head from side to side as the toy thrust into him.  He was panting and
moaning continuously now, and was starting to sweat.  "Jesus!
Uuunnggghffff...God!  That's--fuck--feels so goddamn good in there!
Fuuuuuhh...."

Marco leaned in to Greg's crotch, reveling in the musky scent as he pumped
the dildo in and out.  His own belly was wet where his cock was dripping
continuously--this was almost as much torture for him as it was for Greg.
He anxiously watched the clock, waiting for the five minutes to be up.
Finally it happened, and Marco pulled out the rubber cock, Greg moaning
"Nooooo!" as he felt it leave his ass.

"OK Greg, I just need you to answer a few quick questions and then we can
get back to what we were doing, all right?"

Greg bucked against his straps, hunching his hips in an attempt to keep the
probe inside him, then sagged, resigned to the delay.  "Okay man, but make
it quick.  This is fucking torture."  He was breathing heavily and his legs
were trembling.

"I get it, don't worry.  We'll start up again real soon.  Have you ever
tried anal stimulation before?  Either with someone else or by yourself?"

"No."

"Ever considered it before today?"

"No.  I had no idea..."

"That you'd like it so much?"

"Yeah.  Yeah, it feels amazing."  He was still breathing heavily.

"Can you describe the sensations you like a little more?"

"I don't know man, um, it's really warm, and, um when it's, you know, in me
it feels like when I stroke my dick, but from the inside.  It just feels
awesome when it's rubbing me.  And the stretching kinda hurts, but it also
just makes it feel better, you know?"

"Are you thinking about anything when you're getting stimulated?"

"Yeah I guess.  Yeah, Derek fucking me.  Feeling him inside me...."  Greg's
voice trailed off, and his cock twitched.  The liquid leaking from it had
turned slightly cloudy now as it pooled around his foreskin.

"Of the three probes I used: the standard one, the Tickler, or the
realistic one, which did you like best?"

"The last one, definitely.  That felt amazing."

"So you liked the one that felt like a cock?"

"Jesus, yeah.  Put it back in Marco, I really need it man."

"Sure thing Greg.  I can, or--" Marco stood up, letting Greg see the tent
in his scrubs.  He pulled the drawstring to let them drop to the floor,
letting his hard-on pop free.  "--I could give you something more realistic
to work with.  What do you think?"

Greg's eyes widened as he took in Marco's fat, uncut seven-incher.  It was
wider than the dildo and curved upwards noticeably, and he licked his lips
as he imagined what it would feel like sliding into his ass.  He licked his
lips and nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper.  "Yes."

Keeping his gaze locked on Greg, Marco fumbled to grab the lube bottle and
drizzle some on his cock.  He loved watching the look these guys got laying
there, begging for their first real cock, too horned up to care what they
said or did while the drug was working its magic, and Greg was no
exception.  He'd gotten quiet as it sank in that he was actually going to
get fucked by a real guy, but when Marco started to press against his hole
the blond's instincts took over completely.  His eyelids fluttered and his
head flopped back as he prepared to be filled up, thighs spreading slightly
in the stirrups to welcome Marco's cock.  God, thought Marco, he is so
freakin' hot!  He pressed down on his dick to line it up with Greg's hole,
then groaned as his lubed head rubbed against Greg's pucker.  Fuck he
enjoyed breaking in a new guy.  And Greg wasn't fighting against it, no
way.  The moment Marco's slick head pressed against him he opened right up,
a long low moan coming from his mouth as he stretched open for Marco's
shaft.  Marco let loose a long grunt of his own as he sunk into the warm
hole.  It fit his cock like a tight glove, squeezing and welcoming each new
inch, and Marco was suddenly unsure how long he could hold out.

Greg's eyes rolled back in his head as Marco moved deeper, and Marco heard
another little whimper when he bottomed out, balls resting against the big
blond's ass crack.  Time to see how well the latest batch of medicine
worked. He started up a steady rhythm, feeling the pressure build in his
cock and balls as he got milked.  Greg's purple head was slick with precum
now, dripping steadily onto his treasure trail while sweat beaded his face
and torso.  Marco couldn't resist the heady masculine scent, and leaned
forward to lick the muscular pecs beneath him.  He chewed on one hard
nipple, rewarded by a spasm in Greg's ass as the muscular test subject
squirmed in the restraints, trying to simultaneously push into Marco's
mouth and to work more dick up his ass.  His head lolled to one side,
panting from the friction of Marco's abs against his swollen cock.  Marco
humped harder, his balls pulling up as orgasm approached.  A familiar
tingle starting at the base of his cock and he pressed hard into Greg's
body--he wanted to feel the virgin's cum splashing against him as he came.
Panting, he pushed his tongue into Greg's mouth, and then groaned as he
came.  He could feel his cock gushing into Greg's hole, and then Greg was
begging him to go harder as his ass clamped down.  Warm liquid jetted
against Marco's stomach, and he slid a hand down to milk the meaty shaft as
Greg came again and again, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.  Marco's
own vision dimmed as he finished cumming, and he collapsed on top of Greg
as his pumping gradually slowed.  Both of them were breathing heavily, and
the smell of warm jizz filled the room.

"Holy shit," Greg panted at last.

Marco grinned down at him.  "You liked that huh?"

"God yeah.  That was amazing."

"You were pretty good yourself--you make a great bottom."

"A what?  Ohhh."  Greg's eyes widened as Marco gave a slow thrust.
"Mmmm...I guess."

Marco could see the wheels turning as Greg took in the fact that he'd just
gotten off by having another guy fuck his brains out.  Time for a little
encouragement before he started thinking about it too much.  Marco slid his
hand up and pressed a gooey thumb between Greg's lips while his still-hard
cock continued working his hole.  Greg gave a little grunt of pleasure,
then closed his eyes as he focused on cleaning Marco's digit.  "That's it
bud, clean up that spunk.  You're a natural man."  He could feel that Greg
had only softened a little bit--a lot of these guys could go a few rounds
in a row during their first sessions.  He'd popped one of Ollo's little
blue pills when he saw the first promising test readings, and would be
ready to go himself pretty soon.  Especially if Greg kept up that rhythmic
clamping in his ass.  It wasn't as tight as when Marco had taken his
cherry, but he sure was learning how to use it.

He pulled his thumb out of Greg's mouth and reached down to squeeze another
glob onto it.  Greg gave a little grunt and twitched in his restraints as
Marco tugged on his shaft--he was definitely hardening right back up.
Marco pulled most of the way out of Greg's hole, then slowly slid back in
as his thumb slid back into Greg's eager mouth.  The muffled grunt told
Marco how he really felt about being penetrated.  "That's it man, show me
what a good bottom you are.  Show me how you like that cock up your ass."
They were both hardening up fast again, and Marco began leisurely moving in
and out, making sure to hit Greg's prostate with each thrust.  He
straightened back up: the chair Greg was strapped into wasn't meant for
this sort of activity, and those little sensors were uncomfortable to rub
against for long.  His hands roamed over Greg's lightly furred chest,
playing with the hard nipples as he pushed all the way back into that sweet
hole.  Greg had closed his eyes again, concentrating on the sensations he
was experiencing, his ass squeezing Marco's cock in time with its strokes.

"Mmmm...you are so tight Greg.  I love pumping that ass of yours
man...you're so fucking hot.  Do you like me fucking you?"

"Yeah."  Greg was panting now, and a new strand of precum was joining the
slick glaze on his belly.  Marco wrapped his hand around the red shaft and
started slowly pumping in time with his thrusts.

"What do you like better, those dildos, or a real man's cock?"

"A real cock.  Nnnngghh...I fuckin' love your cock in my ass Marco.
Aaaahhh, fuuuuck....."  Greg trailed off into a whimper.

Marco slowly picked up his rhythm over the next several minutes.  Now that
he'd come once he could take his time, and he wanted Greg to enjoy it as
much as possible.  They could use another good bottom for future
experiments, and if he played this right Greg would be back regularly and
he'd collect a nice recruiting bonus.  As he continued and they both got
more turned on, he could see Greg's reservations about getting fucked
melting away again.  He was getting more vocal as things heated up, "Oh God
yeah," and "deeper, fuck me deeper," coming from him more frequently while
he squirmed in the restraints.  Marco loved it--he and Freddy loved to talk
dirty while they fucked, and it was hot to hear this straight jock say the
same things his boyfriend did.  He pumped harder as he got into it,
slapping noises coming from their bodies as he pounded Greg harder.  Sweat
was dripping off his face onto Greg's body, and his legs were trembling
with excitement as he felt another orgasm coming.  Greg was almost
incoherent himself now from the stimulation in his hole, while cloudy
pre-cum poured from the his piss slit in a steady drizzle.  Marco wiped a
glob off with his thumb, making Greg moan even louder, then licked it
clean--damn that cream tasted good.  Time to get some more.  He wrapped
both hands around the rock-hard pole and began stroking and twisting as he
pushed himself over the edge.  "Shoot it Greg!  Fuckin' come for me!"

And Greg did.  Marco had timed it just right, and thick white jets blasted
from Greg's shaft just as Marco seeded the blond's hole for the second
time.  Warm liquid splashed onto Marco's shoulders and chest, and he
shifted one slick hand to massage Greg's balls, encouraging more blasts.
They both cried out, not caring who heard their shouts.

Marco slowly came back to himself.  He could feel his massive load running
out of Greg's hole, and the bottom's warm spunk dripping down his own
chest.  He let go of Greg's shaft and brought his goo-covered hand up so he
could lick it clean.  He didn't get into eating a guy's spunk very often,
but he could tell Greg liked watching him do it.  He squeezed a last glob
out onto his other hand then fed it to the new bottom, their eyes locked as
they licked up the shared load.

Finally they were done.  Both of them were softening now, and Marco slid
out of Greg's ass with a soft pop.  He peeled off the sensors and undid the
straps while Greg lay there, recovering.  "All right bud, time to hit the
showers."  He offered the exhausted stud a hand to help him up, and Greg
took it with a tired moan and stood.  They stood there facing each other,
hands clasped, Greg looking a little awkward and not knowing how to handle
himself.  Marco had no such problem: he pulled their slick bodies in tight
for a deep kiss, tasting the jizz in Greg's mouth until the jock finally
relaxed into it and began kissing back--another first for him, no doubt.
Finally they broke free and Marco grinned at him while he slapped Greg's
ass.  "See, that wasn't so bad was it."

Greg blushed slightly, but then gave a grin.  "It didn't suck."

"Glad you liked it--coz you've got another 24 hours with us."  Marco turned
away to lead his subject to the showers, but not before he saw the look of
lust cross Greg's face.  He'd found a keeper for sure.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Greg spent the next few days feeling more confused than he ever had in his
life.  Obviously whatever drugs Ollo had given him had done something,
because he'd never felt more than the mildest curiosity about making it
with a guy before, let alone begging to get fucked.  Or maybe he had, but
he'd been unwilling to pursue it--Melissa sure was a good distraction.
Whatever, that first session with Marco had scratched an itch he didn't
even know he had...or maybe the drugs had caused the itch....  He kept
going back and forth on that, but he just couldn't make up his mind.

Sunday afternoon when he'd gotten home he'd just gone to his room and
sacked out.  Andrew was out somewhere, so he didn't even have to make up a
story about where he'd been, let alone what he'd been doing.  When he woke
up after a long nap all that was on his mind was that he was still bushed
from the lack of sleep the night before, and he was still hungry; the mild
soreness in his ass barely registered.  By Monday morning he felt better
and the whole experience started to feel like a dream, or at least a
one-off experiment, and he prepared to put it behind him.  He'd cash the
nice fat check he'd gotten, figure out how to patch things up with Melissa
(again), and get back to his regular life.  He determined to just relax
with a nice bike ride and enjoy his day off before getting back to his gym
clients on Tuesday.

The next couple of days went by as though nothing had happened, but by
Wednesday afternoon he was starting to feel horny again.  He hadn't gotten
around to calling Melissa, and he knew from experience that she wouldn't
take a booty call until they'd had the Make Up Talk, so he figured he'd
just take care of himself when he got home.

Andrew was there when he did, just back from a run, so of course they hung
out and had dinner and a beer.  Things seemed back on track after that;
they ended up chatting and hanging out like any other random night, and if
Andrew's shorts had done a better job hiding what was inside Greg might've
kept believing that his new interest in the D was fading.  When Andrew got
up to hit the shower Greg tried to watch TV to distract himself, but within
a few minutes he gave up the struggle: he needed to rub one out now.  He
headed to his bedroom, already running a few of his favorite scenarios with
Melissa through his mind to get his juices flowing.

He stripped and settled into his bed, lotion handy and cock well on its way
up.  A few strokes was all it took to get fully hard, his foreskin sliding
up and down over the glans.  He imagined Melissa sinking down onto him, her
red bush grinding into his pubes.  It felt familiar and good but...it
wasn't quite what he was looking for--maybe some dirty talk like she
sometimes got into when she was extra horny would do it.  "Yeah baby,
that's it, ride my cock.  Your pussy feels so good and tight...yeah..."
The shower was still running in their shared bathroom, so he didn't worry
about Andrew overhearing him.  In fact, it'd been running for kind of a
while now, hadn't it?  Was Andrew?...  An image of his roommate stroking
his fat cock in the bathroom the other week, when Greg had walked in a
little too fast, burst into his mind, and his own stiffened further.  It
had been so big, sticking out from that nest of black pubes while he jerked
it...without even thinking Greg's left hand slid down, his finger circling
the smooth skin around his hole, and he sucked in his breath.  He knew what
he needed to do.

A squirt of lotion on his left finger and then it was sliding in, twisting
and probing like Marco had done with the lab toys.  He spread his legs
instinctively, opening his hole for a second finger like he had for Marco's
cock.  Now he was rock hard, clear liquid leaking freely, and all thoughts
of Melissa were gone.  "Fuck me Marco, yessss...fuck me...."  He had enough
awareness to keep his voice to a whisper, but there was no stopping the
soft groan when his fingers sank in to the second knuckle--it just felt
sooo gooood...he bit his lip and whimpered, imagining it was Marco pushing
inside him.

His balls pulled up tight as he continued, and he knew he wouldn't last
much longer: he could feel feel the familiar twinge as he got closer to the
edge, and he pulled the 'skin back to increase the stimulation on his head.
A more few strokes was all it took and Greg was blasting away, head
snapping from side to side as he coated his chest and pillow with jizz.  He
heard the growls he was making as he came, but at that moment he didn't
care if Andrew heard or not; it just felt so good.  And to be honest, the
thought of Andrew listening on the other side of the door, hearing him get
off, was actually even more of a turn-on.

There was no noise from the bathroom--Andrew must have finished showering
while he was getting down and dirty.  Greg pulled some kleenex from his
bedside table drawer as quietly as he could, and commenced wiping up.  He
always felt sleepy after he came, and this time was no different; as soon
as he was done he tossed the tissues on the floor and sacked out,
satisfied.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Having gotten what it wanted, his dick left him alone the next day, and
Greg held out hope that things would finally return to normal as the last
of the drugs he'd taken cleared from his system.  Not that it was bad, of
course--those were some of the best orgasms he'd ever had, actually--but he
just couldn't imagine getting it on with a guy again.  Not even Andrew,
with that--no, better to just not think about that anymore.  He bore down,
focused on working out and pushing his clients, and stopped thinking
about...stuff.  That'd do the trick.

By Friday his plan was in trouble.  He'd forgotten that Derrick was his
morning client, but when the blocky freshman walked in all of Greg's lab
fantasies came rushing back.  Everything he'd told Marco, how he'd imagined
it was Derrick inside him while he was strapped down in the chair getting
fucked: it came roaring back, and he could feel himself blushing.  He was
able to cover it up with a remark about having just done a couple sets, and
he didn't think Derrick noticed, but for the rest of the training session
he'd struggled to keep from checking his client out.

The afternoon was worse.  He had a few female clients, and he was already
in the habit of being super-professional with them, but his last two were
guys that were--he had to admit it--hot.  His boxer briefs kept his chubby
from being noticeable, but he could feel it down there wanting to start
something up for real, and by the end of the day he practically sprinted to
the showers so he could duck under the cold water.  Even then his dick
refused to shrink all the way, and when he soaped up his ass crack he
couldn't resist a quick poke in his hole.  Cold water or not he had to bite
his lip at the sensation; he shook his head and forced himself to finish
the shower immediately, before he did something really stupid.

Luckily his 5:00 had cancelled at the last minute.  Normally he would've
been pissed about losing his training fee, but he wasn't sure what would
happen if he had to spend the next hour watching Jacob's muscular, sweaty
body pumping weights while he spotted him.  Time to head home and get some
relief.

Horny and exhausted from his workout, he was pretty out of it when he
banged open the apartment door and tossed his gym bag on the floor.  So it
wasn't until he'd closed the door and turned back around that it sank in:
he'd just walked in on Andrew jacking off, big time.  His roommate was
sprawled out on the couch, wearing his usual gym tee--but his pants were
kicked off to one side, letting his lean, muscular legs spread wide while
his hands worked over his massive hard-on.  His face instantly turned a
furious shade of red [but not as red as his cockhead, part of Greg's brain
noticed], and after a pause that seemed to go on for 10 minutes he got out
a strangled "You're home early."

Greg nodded, mesmerized.  "Yeah, my 5:00 cancelled," he muttered.  God, his
throat was so dry.  And he couldn't stop staring at his roommate's dick.
How big was that thing?  Seven inches? Eight?  Nine?  It was bigger
Marco's, and the things that cock had done to him....  He licked his lips
and took a step forward--he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to.  As he
did, he registered the porno playing on their TV: two muscular guys 69ing
big time.  Andrew saw him watching, and when their eyes met he gave a
little embarrassed shrug: oops, whatcha ya gonna do?  His hands hadn't
stopped moving entirely though, and Greg felt his gaze pulled towards them,
fascinated at the sight of the glistening head disappearing and then
reappearing in the lubed fist.  He didn't say anything, just took a step
forward and slid a hand into his shorts, eyes hooded as he gave himself a
good squeeze.

Andrew didn't say anything either, but he lengthened his stroke to let the
top third of his shaft show, while his thighs moved farther apart.  Two
more steps and Greg was in front of him, hand moving up and down beneath
his underwear while Andrew watched intently.  His lean frame settled back
onto the couch, and he shifted his grip so he was only holding the very
base of his shaft; he tilted it towards Greg without a word.

Greg stopped long enough to kick off his shoes and get out of his shorts.
His own hard-on wasn't in Andrew's league, but the dark-haired jock licked
his lips when he saw it jutting out.  "Do me and I'll do you," Andrew
whispered, and Greg was happy to oblige.  He sank to the floor, leaned
forward, and inhaled the sticky-salty-sweet shaft into his mouth, sighing
in satisfaction as he did.  As the smooth head slid over his lips and
tongue he heard Andrew let out a long sigh, and felt muscular hands clamp
his skull, guiding him down.  He let it slip down his throat like Marco had
taught him, until his nose was nested in his roommate's trimmed black
pubes.  The warm musky smell made him dizzy with lust, and he ran his hands
up under Andrew's tee, caressing his torso as he milked him with his mouth.
He began bobbing slowly up and down, and Andrew responded with a low "Oh
God!" and a trickle of fresh pre-cum.  Fuck, Greg thought, fuck yeah.

The next few minutes were enough to convince him his love of dick was never
going to go away.  The smell and taste and feel of Andrew pumping in his
mouth turned him on like nothing else.  Each trickle of precum made him
hunger for more, and he worked his mouth and tongue every way he could to
encourage another pulsing throb, another sweet droplet.  Without being
aware of it, he'd started moaning more and more as he focused on the
pleasure of giving Andrew head.  He didn't even stop to think when he
reached back and slid a finger into his hole--it just felt like the most
natural thing to do.  And it felt so good to be penetrated back there while
Andrew was filling his mouth.  He hunched his hips in pleasure, and felt
his dick dripping as his second knuckle made it in.  Up and down he went,
while his finger worked deeper and deeper inside.  Part of him knew he was
acting as slutty as the porn stars on the TV behind him, but he didn't
care: he wanted it, it felt good, and fuck it, he was going for it.  Andrew
sure wasn't complaining.

In fact, Andrew seemed to have some similar ideas, because after a few
minutes of getting his knob polished he pulled Greg off.  "I've got a
better idea where I can put this thing--if you think you can handle it."
He looked down at his roommate, cocky but just a little bit uncertain.

Greg pushed himself up; he'd take that monster or die trying.  He stood up
and grinned; "let's do this."  And then he was kneeling on the couch
straddling Andrew's lap while the dark-haired jock smeared more lube on his
dick.  When he was done Greg sank down, eyes closed in concentration as he
focused on lining his pucker up with that fat, slick head.  He gave a small
"unh" of contentment as they made contact, then sank lower, a low grunt
rising to a throaty moan as Andrew opened him up, then slid deeper and
deeper inside.  Marco had shown him what he really wanted, but it was
Andrew's fat cock that gave it to him.  When he finally bottomed out, ass
grinding against his buddy's bristly pubes, he felt a satisfied smile
spread across his face.  Letting his eyes slit open, he saw the same look
on Andrew's.  Oh yeah, they'd be doing this again.

He started sliding up and down, all those heavy leg days finally paying
off--he hadn't thought that doing so many squats would lead to this, but he
sure as shit wasn't going to complain when Andrew's fat head worked his
prostate over like that.  He let his eyes slide shut again, focusing on the
sensations in his ass. Pinching his nipples added to the pleasure, and when
he felt the muscular grip of another hand stroking his hard-on he let out a
long groan of appreciation.  God, why had he waited so long to let Andrew
do this to him?!  He'd been an idiot.  His thick thighs flexed, and he rode
his buddy's cock faster.  He was getting close, and he hoped Andrew was
too.

It sure sounded like it.  He could hear Andrew panting, and getting louder
with each thrust.  "Oh fuck Greg!  Goddamn man, your ass feels so good!
Mmmm...fuck yeah, ride it."  More panting, and then the grip on Greg's
shaft tightened Greg gasped when Andrew peeled back his foreskin and began
rubbing his thumb over the bare head, the thick coating of precum making
the perfect lube.  "God!  So--ahaah--fuckin' tight!  Ride me bud--I'm gonna
fuckin' shoot in your ass!  Milk my cock buddy--aaaaahaaaaaa!  Fuck!  Fuck!
Fuck!"  Andrew spasmed beneath him, bucking harder and harder, and suddenly
Greg felt him come.  He'd been so close all along, that was more than
enough.  His right hand clamped down over Andrew's, stroking him off
together while Andrew was still coming.  Jets of hot white goo blasted onto
Andrew's face, coating his lips and goatee, but neither one of them
noticed.  All Greg could think about was the cock in his ass, and the hand
milking his dick.  He thought he might be saying something, but he didn't
care--he just wanted to ride this orgasm for all it was worth.  His ass
clamped down, squeezing out every drop it could get, while his roommate's
iron grip juiced him good.  The two of them pushed each other on as long as
they could--neither one wanted their orgasms to end.

Eventually it did of course, when neither one had anything left.  Greg
slowed down, then worked Andrew's grip loose: he was starting to get
super-sensitive now that he'd cum.  Andrew seemed to be in a similar
situation, because he didn't object as Greg slowed, then pulled off to flop
down next to him on the couch.  The two of them sat there for a minute,
panting, as their breathing gradually slowed.  "So," Greg said, "you wanna
tell me how you got into fucking dudes all of a sudden?"

Andrew grinned sideways at him.  "It's a long story man--I never would've
thought it.  But I guess it started with an ad in the student paper...."