Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 22:51:05 -0400
From: Jason Simm <psuwxguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Have a Drink - Part 4

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Have a Drink! - Part 4

My hand drifted to my dick, which was in the process of lengthening a
bit. I squeezed the head through the material of my shorts, sending a
thrill of excitement through my body. I had just finished reading Eric's
text. On the surface, it was nothing of note, but he didn't know what I had
planned for him. "Be ovr in 5", is what it said. We had exchanged numbers
as soon as we got assigned to work on the chemistry project, though I'm
sure he didn't really care if he had my number or not.

I thought about yesterday, and how it felt having Eric's cock in my mouth,
how it felt to have him jerk me off until I nutted on his face. In a word,
amazing. I wanted more of it, and it was about to happen all over again. I
was determined to make this session even better than the last. My parents
and brother were coming back later in the day, and after that, I figured my
chances of getting with Eric would be limited. It was now or never as the
saying went. Though truthfully, given all that had occurred, I guess I
could makes things happen anytime, anyplace.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped up to answer it. Opening the door, I found
Eric, much as he was yesterday, dressed in shorts (cargo this time), a
tight-fitting t-shirt and a baseball cap. I told him to go downstairs and
get set up, that I was getting drinks and would be right down.

"No soda this time, ok?" Eric said.

"Yeah, no soda. I don't want you getting sick again. We have to get this
project finished."

I grabbed some fruit juice, added some jizz, and was downstairs in a
flash. I couldn't wait to get this started. Who cared about whether or not
the project got finished! I handed the drink to Eric, and he took several
swallows immediately. Wow, I thought, he must be thirsty! All the better
for me. Things would happen that much sooner.

We sat in the chairs in front of the computer, making small talk; about the
project, about school, and about homecoming which was arriving in a week's
time. I wasn't in a hurry to work on the project, and Eric didn't seem to
be either.  It was just as well though. What were we going to get finished
in such a short period of time? Yesterday it had only taken about ten
minutes for the effects of my cum to kick in, and right on schedule, the
same thing began occurring today.

As seemed to be the case when I spiked his drink the last two times, Eric
got by turns distracted, hot, and sweaty. I didn't even bother with
pretense this time. I was gonna make this shit happen.  I stood up and
moved behind him, taking my hands and rubbing them over his well-defined
chest muscles. I wanted to squeeze him; God his body was so fucking hot! I
leaned down and whispered in his ear "Let's go, get this shirt off. It
looks like you're hot."

"No..." Eric said, resisting feebly. He always seemed to fight it; after
all, having a guy fondle his body and eventually blow him wasn't natural
for him. He clearly didn't accept his momentary attraction to me, and yet,
he knew it was going to feel good. I lifted his shirt up and over his head,
replacing his hat when it fell off. "Why Jackson? Why does this keep
happening to me?" he asked, his voice husky.

"I don't know," I lied, "But it's going to feel good. You know that,
right?"

"Yes," he answered weakly. At this point, he was putty in my hands. I had
the high school quarterback, stud of the school, sitting in my basement
wearing a pair of cargo shorts, bare-chested and sporting a baseball
cap. We were going to have some fun, he and I.

I spun his chair around so he was facing me. He watched me as I took my own
shirt and lifted it over my head, then began unbuttoning my shorts. I
dropped them to the ground, and stood before him in only my boxers, tenting
now that my dick was rock hard. "I want you to suck it, Eric. Suck my
dick."

Eric shook his head back and forth, denying what I was asking him to
do. But I could also see the lust in his eyes. I grabbed his hand and
wrapped it around my shaft, covered still by the fabric of my boxers. He
squeezed hard, then withdrew his hand as though he was shocked at what he
had done.

"Don't you remember how good it feels?" I asked. "Here, let me remind you."
With that, I reached down and unbuttoned his cargo shorts, pulling them off
so that he was in the same state of undress as me. I could also see that he
was in the same situation as me; he had a raging hard-on. I grabbed it and
rubbed the fabric of his boxers back and forth a few times over his
cock. He moaned in appreciation, throwing his head backward, his eyes
rolling up into his eyelids.

I grabbed the waistband of his boxes, my fingers between the elastic
material and his burning skin, and pulled them down, watching as his dick
slapped back onto his hard stomach. I moved my head closer to his dick,
inhaling the heady scent coming from his body.  Using my tongue, I began at
the base of Eric's shaft and licked slowly up his hard, throbbing seven
inch member. Reaching the tip, I circled around the head several times,
before moving back down his shaft. Eric was free with his moans by this
time.

"God Jackson, it feels so goddamned good," Eric said, inhaling sharply as I
trailed my tongue back up his shaft and flicked the head with my tongue.

"I'll make it feel even better," I replied before enveloping his entire
cock in my warm, wet mouth. He let out another gasp as well as a shudder
this time, and I began bobbing up and down on his rigid pole. I was by no
means an expert cocksucker, but I could tell Eric was enjoying it
immensely. I slurped up and down, pausing every once in a while to look at
Eric's face, a study in ecstasy. When I paused, his eyes would open and he
would reach his hand out toward my head, gently pushing it back down,
guiding me in his quest to release his load. I wasn't about to let that
happen yet though. I knew when Eric blew his load, he would eventually
revert back to the asshole (well, semi-asshole...were my feelings about him
slowly changing?) quarterback. I pulled off his dick with an audible, wet
slurp.

"You want to help me out a bit here bud?" I asked Eric.

The look of fear in his eyes told me I had quite a ways to go to convince
him yet. "N-no, not right now. Just suck me a little more," Eric said,
pushing me head back toward his dick.

I didn't resist. I was happy being Eric's cocksucker for a few more
minutes, but I WAS going to move things along here. I knew that as horny as
Eric was, he would go along with most anything just to get off. Well, I
hoped that was the case, anyway.

I continued sucking Eric's cock for a few more minutes, listening to his
appreciative moans. He didn't seem to be close to blowing his load; maybe
he had had sex with Kirstin earlier this morning. He was lasting longer
than what he had yesterday, which was a good thing for me.

I decided I better not chance it, so I pulled off his dick once again, this
time spreading his legs slightly so that I could access his balls. I
grabbed Eric's dick and slowly began jacking him as I traced my tongue over
the pouch containing his nuts, back and forth, getting them nice and wet.

My nose in his balls, his hairs tickling my face, Eric's manly jock scent
was overpowering. It was clean, but manly at the same time. I couldn't seem
to get enough. Eric slid further down the chair, opening his legs further,
giving me even better access. My mind was on overdrive now, totally
forgetting that my plan had been to get Eric to reciprocate and blow me.

"Do you like this?" I asked him.

"Fuck yes," he said.

I couldn't take the heady mixture of scents anymore. I was getting hornier
by the second. I stood up, trying to lift Eric out of the chair. He obliged
and stood, our boners touching one another for a few seconds.

"Lay down on the floor," I commanded.

Eric laid down, looking unsure of what I was intending.

"Just relax," I said. I was surprised I was going to do this. But this
session with Eric was driving me nuts, and like I said, I had no idea when,
if ever, a repeat would occur. I figured I might as well make my fantasy
come true.

I grabbed Eric's legs and pushed them back up over his head, exposing his
hairy, pink hole. I hardly even bothered admiring the view as I dove my
face into his ass.

"Holy FUCK!!!!" he shouted, "What??...Jackson...oh God!!!"

I lapped my tongue back and forth over his rosebud, causing him to squirm
in ecstasy. These were all new feelings for him, and he seemed to be in
bliss. I knew from the few times I had ventured my fingers back to my ass
that the pleasure he felt was incredible. Hopefully someday I would
experience the same thing, but for now, I was perfectly happy burrowing my
face between those two mounds. I continued my assault on his puckered hole,
and he continued his moans, slowly licking up his asshole, then down,
interspersing it with a rapid flicking of my tongue. I really had little
idea what I was doing, but it seemed to be the right thing.

I pulled up and noticed Eric's dick was still rock hard; it was leaking
copious amount of precum on his stomach. "C'mon Jackson! Get me off! I
can't take this anymore! I need to cum!"

"Not yet," I said, "Soon, but not yet."

Eric whined once more that he couldn't take it much longer, but he cut off
with a gasp when I dove back down, flicking my tongue over his hole, then
doing my best to work it inside. A thought occurred to me then, and I
pulled up once more, leaving Eric with his knees pushed back, a questioning
look on his face. I ran upstairs and into my bedroom, grabbing the lube I
had hidden away in my closet. I don't know why I hadn't thought to bring it
down in the first place.

Running back down to the basement, my hard dick bouncing in front of me, I
found Eric still lying on the floor. He was slowly masturbating his hard
seven inch member. He opened his eyes and looked at me as I grabbed his
legs and flipped them back over his head once again. With my right hand, I
reached down and grabbed the lube, flipping open the lid and drizzling it
on his hole. I used my middle finger to slowly spread the lubricant across
and around his hole. Eric continued to moan loudly. I figured I could do
what I wanted at this point; he didn't seem phased in the least by me
playing with his asshole. Under other conditions, I'm sure he would have
freaked out, but my cum was still working strong.  I eased my middle finger
into his hole, feeling it clamp down around my digit. "Wh-What are you
doing?" he panted.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride. You're going to love it." I assured him. I
wasn't so sure.

He didn't seem to believe me, a look of uncertainty fixing itself on his
face.

I pushed my finger in the rest of the way and heard Eric grunt. I let my
finger in there for a few seconds, allowing his virgin hole to adjust to
the intrusion. I knew from reading and watching a lot of porn that this was
a necessary step.  I grabbed his dick with my other hand and stroked him,
trying to offset the uncomfortable feeling I was sure he was
experiencing. Slowly then, I began pulling my finger back out. I took the
bottle of lube, added a bit more to my finger and pushed slowly in again. I
began a slow, in and out rhythm, finger fucking this jock who had only a
few weeks ago, pushed me against a locker and thrown his jock strap at me.

Eric's grunts continued, and I found that as I pushed in, he sometimes
gasped in pleasure. I knew I was hitting his prostate, making him feel
good. After a few minutes of working his hole with my finger, I added a
second finger, trying to loosening his hole for what I, at least, knew was
coming.

After a time, with three fingers worked in, and Eric continuing to moan for
me to get him off, I figured the time was right. I told Eric to flip over
and get on his hands and knees. He oliged.

"This is it Eric," I said, "I'm gonna get you off. I'm gonna make you feel
really good."

Eric whimpered in anticipation. I was shocked at how Eric was becoming such
a willing bottom. It was hot knowing that my cum had done all of this to
him.

I squeezed lube onto my already dripping dick and also squeezed some more
into the crack of his ass, working it in with my hand. I pushed Eric down
so his ass was up in the air, and positioned my dick at his asshole.  This
was it. The final, culminating moment. I was going to fuck the high school
quarterback, a completely straight jock. I took my 6" piece of meat and
pushed it in the cleft of his ass, moving it up and down several times
between his cheeks.

I shared with Eric what I had found on the internet. "Push out like you're
taking a dump. It's probably going to hurt a bit." That was an
understatement. "Ready?"

I didn't wait for him to answer. I pushed my dick slowly into him, and he
screamed "Argggghhhh!! Ahhhh!"

I was only halfway in, and I figured I might as well not prolong the
agony. I pushed again, a little harder this time, and his voice rose even
more.  "I'm in Eric. I'm in all the way. Just relax. This will soon start
to feel good." I waited as his asshole accommodated my dick. While I was
waiting, I marveled at feeling of my dick in his body. It was so hot and
tight.

After a few minutes, I slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. Slowly,
ever so slowly. Eric grunted as I did this, still trying to get used to the
feeling of his ass being full. I continued the motion, back and forth, in
and out, my pubes tickling his ass as I pushed in. I got in a slow rhythm,
and I noticed that Eric began grunting less, and moaning more. He even
began pushing back toward me. I knew I was hitting his sweet spot.

I wasn't going to last much longer, that I knew. I sped up, slamming my
dick into him now with intensity. He groaned in appreciation, his hard,
leaking dick swaying back and forth under him. The slapping of our two
teenaged bodies and our moaning filled the basement. My balls began to
tighten and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm.

"I'm cumming!!!" I yelled. My body spasmed as I released squirt after
squirt of my hot juice inside Eric's ass. I saw his arm moving rapidly back
and forth, and I knew he was trying to get himself off as well. I continued
pumping in and out a few more times.

Suddenly, Eric began moaning loudly and I heard him say, "Here it comes!
Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!" As he dropped his load on the carpet beneath him, I felt
his asshole clench around my dick with every squirt.

Eric rolled to the side, and I followed, my dick slowly deflating in his
ass. Wow!! What an amazing experience! I would use this for jack off
material for the rest of my life. There couldn't have been anything hotter
than what just happened.

I knew from experience that Eric would soon be reverting back to his
"normal" hetero self. Last time I told him he had gotten sick when he had
asked what happened, but I wasn't sure what I was going to tell him this
time. One thing was for sure. Eric was going to have a sore ass, and I was
going to have a difficult time explaining that! I actually started to get
worried. What the hell was I going to tell him?

I decided I had better clean us up, so I slowly withdrew my dick from
Eric's ass. I grabbed a towel that I brought down just for the occasion and
gave it to Eric, telling him to get dressed and clean up the load he had
dropped on the floor. He grunted something that I didn't understand. He
didn't seem in a hurry to move; in fact, I thought he might be drifting off
to sleep.

"I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower," I told him. No
response. "Eric!" I said louder, nudging him with my foot, "I'm going
upstairs. Get yourself dressed!"

"Ok!" he mumbled.

I went up and took a long, hot shower. I knew we had to get back to work on
our project, but I wasn't sure how I was going to explain Eric's sore ass
to him. Hopefully he didn't ask. I got out of the shower, put my clothes
back on and headed downstairs.

When I got down there, Eric was asleep on the floor. To his credit, he had
dressed himself, hastily though, as it appeared he hadn't bothered
buttoning or zippering his cargo shorts. His left hand rested on his
stomach, and he had a contented smile on his face.

I didn't want to wake him, even though I knew I should. I decided to
continue working on the chemistry project. It gave me a little extra time
to think. Well, worry really. But I figured I might as well do something. I
pulled the chair over to the computer and started searching the internet
for information to complete the project. I eventually lost track of what I
was doing, and I was startled when I heard "Jackson?"

I froze. Oh shit. I hadn't even thought about how to explain things away.
"Yeah?" I said, turning slowly around in the chair to face him. He was
sitting up now, looking at me. I knew he didn't remember anything about
what had happened.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked.

"I'm trying to work on the project a little. We need to get this done."

"How do you feel?" I inquired, looking him in the eye to gauge his
reaction.

A lopsided grin spread across his face, and he said "Amazing, really."  I
looked at him, confused. "Amazing?"

"Yeah dude. Fucking amazing. That was the best sex I've ever had!"

"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked by what I was hearing. "You remember??"

"Yeah, I do. It's weird. I mean, I remember everything. I even remember NOT
remembering. It doesn't make sense. What's going on?"

"I...I...I'm not sure I understand WHAT'S going on Eric." I said. I
honestly didn't know what was happening.

"All I know," Eric said, "is that I just got done having the best sex of my
life.  Hell Jackson, I FEEL different."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I feel like something is different. Like something has
awakened or changed in me. It's hard to describe."

"Listen," I said, "I have something to confess. And I don't know how you're
going to take it." Eric looked at me with confusion in eyes. I didn't know
why I was suddenly confessing things to him, but it felt like the right
thing to do. "I think I might have done this all to you."

"I don't understand what you're trying to say," Eric said, standing up and
moving to sit on the couch.

"I...This...This is going to sound crazy, but I spiked your drink with my
cum several times over the last couple of weeks." I continued to tell Eric
the story, rushing to get it out. When I was done, I sat there looking into
Eric's eyes, waiting for a reaction.

"So you're responsible for all this? Like you have some superhuman power or
something?"

"I...I don't know. I think maybe. Listen, I'm sorry. I was pissed because
you kept treating me like shit in the locker room. And yeah, it has some
kind of power over people. I don't know, it's weird." I knew I was
babbling, not making sense.

"I should beat the shit out of you Jackson," he said, his face emotionless,
"but I loved it too much for that." He broke into a smile. "Whatever you
did, I think it changed me. I feel like the same person, in most ways. But
I'm looking at you, and I'll be honest, I'm attracted to you. Although I
know when I walked into your house today, I wasn't attracted to guys. Well,
except for those two or three times I was with you. Anyway Jackson, I'm
starting to bone up again, and you know why?"  I shook my head.

"Because I'm thinking about your body. About your dick."

"What about Kirstin?"

"I don't know. I don't feel the same for her. Shit's weird. I need some
time to think."

"Listen, I'm so sorry," I said.

"No, don't apologize. I'm not upset at you. I just want to think a bit on
this. Let's just work on the project for a while."

It was awkward, but we both pulled our chairs up to the computer and began
to work. Slowly the awkwardness faded and we began working diligently to
finish. Nearly an hour and half later, we were nearing the end, and my mind
drifted back to what Eric had said. "Whatever you did, I think it changed
me" he had stated. Was that even possible? And why now? I hadn't gone into
this expecting to change anything about Eric, though it presented some
interesting opportunities. Maybe I could get sex a little more often now,
as long as Eric wasn't pissed with me.

What had caused this apparent shift in Eric's orientation though? The only
thing my mind could settle on was that I had fucked him. Was it possible
that filling him up with my jizz had caused this change? It was a
ridiculous thought, but I had no other guesses.

Eric interrupted my thoughts. "So, ever think about using this `power' of
yours on anyone else?"

"Umm, no," I said slowly, "not really." I had been so focused on Eric the
last several weeks, that I hadn't even THOUGHT about trying it with anyone
else. The thought was intriguing, to say the least.

"Well I have an idea." Eric said, grinning.

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This ends Part 4.  Should I continue? If so, what should Eric's plan be?
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