Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 15:28:21 -0400
From: Jason Simm <psuwxguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Have a drink - Part 5

**Disclaimer: This story involves homosexual themes and situations. You
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**All events, characters, etc depicted herein are fictitious and any
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Note: I decided to add some different points of view. You'll have to let me
know how you like them. I wasn't sure, but I decided we needed to see
Gavin's perspective as well. The points of view are delineated with a

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Have a Drink! – Part 5


I sat next to Eric Maxwell, the quarterback for our high school football
team, our chairs pulled up to the computer, trying (and failing) to finish
the project we had been forced to work on for chemistry. I'm not sure
either of us could concentrate. A little while ago we had had great,
mind-blowing sex. Cliché, I know, but for me, it was true. And I think
for Eric too. Unlike the last several times we were together, Eric actually
remembered the experience.

After nearly an hour and half of working on this project, we were nearing
the end, and my mind drifted back to what Eric had said a little
earlier. "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. I was convinced now that my
cum had some other-worldly property. It was as if I were living in some
fantasy world. One where I could change someone from straight to gay. Only
it wasn't fantasy, it was all too real.

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. That lopsided grin of his. It
made me want to fuck him all over again.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you haven't thought about using this newfound `ability' on anyone
else, you should really consider it. Look, it was fucking awesome
dude. Your dick in me. I always thought two guys together was disgusting,
but I don't feel that way anymore. I'd like to explore with you a little
more. And I wouldn't mind bringing a few other people in to the mix. Think
about it. Hot sex whenever we wanted."

I knew Eric was a horndog. I had heard him talk with his football buddies
in the lockerroom, and he was constantly bragging about his sexual
escapades with Kirstin. I looked him in the eye, trying to gauge his
sincerity. "You want to continue exploring with me?"

"Yeah, dude. I do."

"Aren't you afraid of people finding out?"

"Not really. I don't intend to let everyone know I suddenly changed teams,"
he said laughing.

"Fine with me," I said grinning, "I don't want to either." I paused,
thinking about where this whole conversation was going to take my
life. "You said you want to bring other people in to this. Like who?"

Eric hesitated. "Malik and Tommy. Gavin."

"Gavin?!?" I said, sitting back in my chair.

Eric blushed. "Yeah, Gavin. Why not? Look, he's cute as shit. He looks
almost like you."

It was my turn to blush. I thought about it briefly, then decided to tell
Eric the honest truth. "Eric I have a confession. I actually spiked Gavin's
drink already."

"Dude that's so hot!! You had sex with him?"

"NO!!" I said, more forcefully than I had intended.

"Well what happened?"

"I spiked his drink, and ten minutes later he was pulling on his dick. It
wasn't long after our session in the restroom at work. I wanted to test my
cum out, see if it really was the cause behind the things that were
happening with you."

"Well...it seems it was." Eric was silent for a little while, then said
"So...what do you think?"

"Look, I don't know," I said uneasily. "I'm ok with Malik and Tommy. But I
don't know about Gavin. What if things get out of hand?"

"Get out of hand? What are you worried about? That he's going to catch you,
or remember that you spiked his drink? That you two will end up fucking on
the floor like you and I did? Look Jackson, you didn't have a problem
spiking my drink and having a little fun with me. You're overthinking
this. You're a teenager, just have some fun."

"I don't know..."

"Well, I'm having a little gathering next Saturday after homecoming. You're
welcome to come over. It's probably just going to be me and the guys, and
our dates. If you want, we can get up to a little trouble, if you know what
I mean. Just think about it," Eric said.

"How are you going to explain me being there? It's not like you and I hang
out."

Eric thought for a few minutes. "Why don't you ask Alexis to the dance?
She's not going with anyone; she'd probably say yes. Then you'd have a
reason to hang out with us. Her and Kirstin are practically inseparable."
He had made some good points. "Alright," I relented, "I'll think about it."

"Awesome!" Eric said. "Now, we need to finish this damn project."

As much as I wouldn't have minded tearing Eric's clothes off and repeating
the scene from earlier, he was right. We really did need to finish. We
turned our attention back to the computer and spent the next 45 minutes
finishing up.

Eric left without mentioning his plan, or our earlier encounter. Mom and
Dad and Gavin got home around 6 pm that evening, and we ordered a pizza,
catching up on their trip and discussing how my relatives in State College
were doing. Whenever I looked at Gavin, I thought back to Eric's
conversation, and I would feel myself redden.

I eventually excused myself from the conversation, telling my parents I had
to finish some work for school. I went up to my room and put on some music
and tried not to let my mind become consumed.

I slept fitfully that night, thinking of a thousand different things. I
worried first and foremost about whether or not Eric was really any
different from last week. Had he really switched teams like he said, or
would he come back tomorrow the same old straight jock? Time would tell I
guess. I sure as hell hoped he remembered; I wanted to take him up on his
offer to explore a little more!

I also worried about Gavin. There were so many possibilities - some with
unpleasant consequences - that my mind raced from one to another. I wasn't
excited by Eric's plan to bring Gavin in, but I wasn't repulsed either. In
fact, I simply had never thought about Gavin in a sexual way. I tried
putting it out of my mind, rather unsuccessfully, I think, and that's why I
had a terrible night's sleep.
  _______________________________________________________________

The following day was Monday, and I went to school with butterflies in my
stomach. I wasn't sure how any of this would play out.

We all just roamed the halls in the minutes between getting to school and
first period. It was really controlled chaos. In that small period of time,
I passed Eric twice. The first time we passed, he was walking with Malik
and Tommy. All three wore their varsity jackets, and they walked in a line,
people moving out of their way to let them pass.  I looked at Eric as they
passed me, and he winked. I knew then that he hadn't forgotten
anything. Malik and Tommy on the other hand, seemed not to have noticed me
at all. Of course, I thought. I'm still a speck of dirt to them.

The second time I passed Eric and his friends, I guess I didn't get out of
the way soon enough. I got a stiff shoulder from Tommy, who turned around
and said "What where you're walking fag." Eric turned around as well, an
embarrassed look on his face.

I still disliked those two dickwads. Malik and Tommy treated me as a second
class citizen. It would be my pleasure to follow that part of Eric's plan.

By third period, I had settled on asking Alexis to homecoming, just as Eric
had suggested. To my surprise, she said yes. I knew I was a fairly good
looking kid, but since I wasn't in their social circle, I didn't know what
her response would be. We made some plans to meet and discuss what color
tie I would wear, along with some other particulars. She insisted on it
being later that evening, since there wasn't much time before the dance on
Saturday.

By fifth period, word had spread that Alexis and I were going to homecoming
together. I `m sure it shocked a few people. The second rate jock, member
of the track team, as well as a known pot-head, asking one of the head
cheerleaders to homecoming. It probably didn't make sense to most people,
and I wasn't sure myself why she said yes.

The day ended in a dull way. Nothing much happened after that. I didn't get
a chance to talk to Eric in chemistry class and I settled in to finish out
the day.

In the lockerroom after school, I was waiting for the guys to get done so I
could finish my towel-boy duties. The guys had come in mostly as a large
group, shucking their pads and jerseys. I didn't see Eric anywhere. I
supposed he was still out on the field getting a few extra minutes of
practice, as usual. Suddenly, I felt a thick, muscled arm around my neck,
squeezing hard. I could see the blonde fuzz on the arm, and I realized
immediately it was Tommy. Malik was standing in front of me,
grinning. Tommy pulled his arm upward, pulling me along with him. He leaned
in, his breath hot on my ear. "Don't think about fucking around with
Alexis, dickbreath. She's out of your league. You know she said yes to you
out of pity, right?" Malik laughed loudly.

I felt my face flush with anger and embarrassment. I struggled to free
myself from his grip, but I knew I only looked ridiculous doing so.  "Get
off him Tommy!!" I heard Eric's voice say. In seconds, Tommy's arm was
forcibly removed from my neck and I sat down hard on the bench. I heard
others laughing, but I looked to see Eric nose to nose with Tommy, telling
him to back off. He didn't make the argument to Tommy that he was morally
wrong; instead he made the argument that Tommy didn't want to get suspended
from the team for fighting. It seemed Eric was preserving his straight-boy
image.

I stormed out of the lockerroom, knowing my job wasn't done, and that I'd
probably be called into Coach's office tomorrow. I wasn't pissed at
Eric. He was doing what he needed to do. I would've done the same thing. I
was pissed because Tommy and Malik had made a fool of me.  I couldn't wait
to get back at those two. And I didn't think I was going to wait for Eric's
plan.

    _______________________________________________________________


The next day, I was called into Coach's office just as I had expected. He
sat there, in his athletic shorts and t-shirt, typing some grades into the
online grade book. In his early 30s, Coach was tall, maybe 6'2" and a solid
200 lbs of muscle. He was an intimidating man, that was for sure, and I was
nervous entering his office.

"I heard about your little scuffle with Tommy yesterday," he said.

"Sorry Coach," I said, looking down at the floor.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for son, you didn't start it. Tommy
will be running a little extra after practice today to make up for it. You
let me know if he pisses on your parade again."

"Ok Coach." I said exhaling the breath I didn't know I had been holding. I
got up and left his office; I figured I'd get out of there as soon as
possible so that he didn't have a chance to reprimand me for not finishing
my clean up yesterday.

The guys filtered in and got dressed for practice. Tommy and Malik glared
at me, but said nothing. Eric was silent as well.

As they exited the lockerroom and headed to the field, I was left alone. I
grabbed my chemistry textbook and opened it, intending to work on my
homework for a little while. However, my mind wandered to Tommy and what he
was planning if he ever got me alone somewhere. I didn't need a black eye
for homecoming.

I was glad Tommy was getting punished for what he did, but I was still
pissed at him. He was so condescending, and the pity remark he made really
hurt me. I wasn't sure why being a star football player gave anyone the
right to be so ignorant to other people.

A stray thought occurred to me then. Coach said not let Tommy piss on my
parade anymore. I had no control really over whether he did or not, but I
could always piss on his. I closed my chemistry book and ran to his locker,
hoping it was open. It was, and I grabbed the bottle of Gatorade from his
locker. I had to be quick about this, or I would chicken out. I definitely
didn't want to get caught!

I headed to the urinals, opening my jeans and taking out my dick. I began
pissing onto the white porcelain, and as my stream came to an end, I put
the Gatorade bottle up to the head of my dick and pissed a little in the
bottle. I put the orange cap back on, pulled up my jeans and went back to
Tommy's locker, placing the bottle where I had found it.

This was by far the most disturbing thing I had done the last several
weeks, but I felt like Tommy deserved it. He was a fucking asshole and he
had no right to treat other people the way he did. Later, if I wanted, I
could help Eric with his plan for Tommy and Malik...and Gavin.

I resumed my study of Chemistry, getting lost in the work. Eventually, the
football players filtered back in to the lockerroom. I noticed Eric and
Malik enter, but not Tommy. Coach must have kept his word about punishing
Tommy for Monday's little incident. The guys showered, I cleaned up after
them, and still Tommy hadn't entered the lockerroom. Eventually, I was the
only one left. It was going to be a long night.  While I sat there waiting
for Tommy, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Eric. "What are you
doing?"

"Waiting 4 Tommy to finish so I can clean up and leave"

"Oh. Call me on ur way home"

"K" I texted back.

I heard the door open and I hastily stood, scampering in to Coach's
office. I didn't think Tommy would beat the shit out of me, but I didn't
want to take any chances being left alone with him. The office was dark and
empty, Coach long gone.

I sat in his chair and moved my hand to the blind, raising one of the slats
so I could peer out. I saw Tommy open his locker and get the Gatorade out,
opening the bottle and taking a long drink. He closed it again, putting it
back in his locker.

I watched in fascination as Tommy began undressing, peeling off his
uniform, starting with his pants. He took off his jersey, and other
equipment, and was eventually standing in only his jockstrap. Wow! He had
as gorgeous a body as Eric did! I had expected it; I mean, all three hit
the weight room regularly. It made me ever more eager to begin spiking
their drinks with my cum. There was so much that could happen!

Staring at Tommy through the blinds, my hand massaging my dick, I saw a
look of horror spread across his face. I noticed that Tommy's jock began
getting yellow in color. Holy shit! He was pissing himself! I could hardly
contain my laughter as I watched the piss drip from his jock, down his leg
and onto the floor. Tommy looked around, mortified. He practically ran to
the shower.

Well, it served him right. I honestly had no idea THAT was going to happen;
it certainly wasn't my intent. But I guess it made sense in a way. Given
what my cum could do. Jesus. What kind of a freak was I??

While Tommy was in the shower, I grabbed my books and snuck out, hoping
that he would clean up the mess himself. When I got in my car, I dialed
Eric's number. On the third ring, he picked up.

"Hello," he said.

"Hey, it's me"

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Not much, I just got finished in the lockerroom."

"I just wanted to let you know that I talked to Tommy this afternoon. He
won't be giving you any more grief."

"Thanks Eric. What'd you say to him?"

"Not too much. He didn't need much convincing. He knew he was being a
dick."

"You think he'll be ok this weekend at homecoming? Or afterwards at your
place?"

"Yeah, he should be fine. About that...you think anymore on what I said?"
"I did. It's all I can think about."

"I know dude. I can't stop thinking about your dick in me. Kirstin's
starting to get pissed at me. She thinks I'm ignoring her."

I was speechless. I wasn't sure what to say.

"You still there?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, sorry. Well, you better pay a bit more attention to her before she
gets suspicious."

"I know. Hey, make sure you tell Gavin he's invited to come over too."  I
hesitated, and then said "Ok." At this point, I just wanted to be with Eric
again. I wasn't developing feelings for him, that much I knew. Well, my
feelings HAD changed, but I thought of him as a friend now. A friend I
wanted to have sex with again.

We hung up, and I drove home, thinking about how things might work out on
Saturday.

    ________________________________________________________________


The rest of the week went fast, in part due to the numerous homecoming
events happening. The school week was chaotic, and the majority of students
were definitely NOT thinking about school. Saturday arrived without me ever
really getting a chance to talk to Eric about his plan, or even about
hanging out at his house after homecoming.

Alexis arrived at my house with her parents in tow, as did Gavin's date,
Melissa.  All three sets of parents took numerous pictures. It was a chore;
all I wanted to do was get on with the night and get to Eric's house. We
met up with Eric, Malik and Tommy, as well as their dates at the
dance. Kirstin gave Alexis a big hug and told her how pretty she looked. We
all danced in a large group for the fast songs, and with our partners for
the slow ones. During one song, I looked over at Eric and Kirstin as they
were dancing, she with her head on his chest. He looked over her head at me
and winked. I grinned back. A few seconds later when he had turned to face
me again, I saw him reach down to his black pants and pull the one pant leg
tight. His hard cock was clearly visible. He looked at me again and grinned
that shit-eating lopsided grin.

Nothing else of note happened though. Toward the end of the night, I saw
Eric and Kirstin arguing, about what I didn't know. People were beginning
to stream out, either going home or to a party. After they were finished
arguing, I saw Eric move to the snack table and I hurried over there as
well.

"Is tonight still on?" I asked discretely.

"Yeah, definitely. Kirstin's not coming though, she's being a bitch. Don't
be surprised if Alexis ends up ditching too. She'll do whatever Kirstin
does."

"When should I come over?"

"Anytime really. I'm leaving now. My parents are out of town so it'll just
be us."

" Alright, let me go see what Alexis wants to do." I went to find Alexis
and just as Eric had predicted, she said she was going to spend the rest of
the evening with Kirstin. I guess that was for the best, if I wanted
anything to happen with Eric. I knew Eric wanted the girls there for a
little while anyway, but it looked like it was going to end up being just
us.

I dropped Alexis off at her house and swung by mine to get changed. I saw
that Gavin was home already; Melissa had driven since Gavin was only 15,
and she must have decided to call it quits a little earlier than we did.
"Have a good time at the dance little brother?" I asked.

"Yeah, I had a really good time. You?"

"Yeah, me too," I responded. We talked for a bit more and Gavin asked what
my plans were for the night. I told him that I was going to Eric's house to
hang out for a bit.

"Eric? Like in Eric Maxwell?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well as far as I knew you two didn't get along. I'm just surprised."

"Eric invited me over since I was Alexis' date. You know, her and Kirstin
are like best friends. If you're not doing anything, Eric said you can come
over too."

"Enhh, I don't know. I might just hang out here for the night."

"Are you serious? Quit being a douchebag. When one of the most popular kids
in school invites you over, you don't turn them down!"

"I already talk to them at school Jackson. They don't seem to dislike me
like they dislike you!"

After a bit more discussion, Eric finally relented. I told him to go get
changed and meet me back in the living room in ten minutes. I ran upstairs,
got changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I placed the
bottle of cum in my pocket, in case Eric's plan ended up working out.

Gavin came down the stairs dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting Hollister
t-shirt. He always was more fashionable than I was, in a follow-the-leader
type of way. Whatever the popular kids wore, he wore. He was nearly the
same height as I was, an inch shorter at 5'6", and just about the same
weight. He had brown hair, which he had tousled a bit with some gel, so he
had that messy type of look. He really was a damn good looking kid. I was
proud of my little brother!

   ____________________________________________________________________


Gavin and I arrived at Eric's and saw only one other car besides Eric's in
the driveway.

"Wow, big party," Gavin said sarcastically.

"Yeah, really," I said, laughing. "Actually, Eric was planning on it being
small. As far as I know, it was only going to be me, Tommy, Malik, Eric and
our dates."

When we walked into Eric's house, his eyes lit up and he smiled. "Hey
guys!"

I noticed Malik was there, but Tommy was not. "Where is everyone," I asked,
sitting on the sectional on the opposite side of Malik.

"Well, none of the girls ended up wanting to come. And Tommy texted me and
said he wasn't feeling well. So it's just us. Big party huh?"

I looked at Gavin and we smiled at the near echo of our own discussion a
few minutes earlier.

"I figured we'd just hang out, watch movies, play some video games,
whatever," Eric said, looking me directly in the eye as he emphasized the
word `whatever'.

"Who's ready for a little Madden?" Malik asked excitedly.

I didn't play Madden much at all; it never really interested me. "Not me,"
I said, "I suck at that game."

"You want to help me get some drinks Jackson?" Eric asked, turning to me.

"Sure, lead the way."

"I guess it's you and me Gavin," Malik said.

I looked at the surroundings as I followed Eric through the house. It was
clear that his parents had some money. Everything was clean and neat,
almost like something you'd see in a magazine.  When I mentioned it to
Eric, he said "Yeah, my mom's kind of a neat freak."

In the garage, Eric got four bottles of beer and popped the caps off of
them. "You bring it?" Eric asked. He didn't need to specify, I already knew
what he wanted.

"Yep. Got it," I replied, pulling it out of my pocket.

"Awesome! I've been looking forward to this all week. I could hardly
concentrate on anything else!" He put the beer bottles down on a small
table and I began pouring some of the contents of the Advil bottle into the
beer.

I jumped slightly as I felt his hand lightly running down my back.  "I mean
it Jackson. I really want to explore a little more."

My dick immediately started growing. "Yeah, me too. But what's our plan
here?"

"Hell if I know. Just give them the beer and let your cum work it's
magic. Just go with whatever happens."

Eric grabbed the two beers I had added my jizz to, and I grabbed the two
other ones. When we got back to the living room, we found Malik and Gavin
sitting on the floor closer to the TV. Both were concentrating intensely
and didn't seem to hear us enter. It looked like Gavin was giving Malik a
run for his money.

"Here you go guys," Eric said, handing them the beers. They both took a few
drinks and then put them back up on the end tables nearest them.  Eric and
I grinned at each other and took a seat further back on the sectional,
sitting next to one another. It wouldn't be long now.

My dick was hard already, and clearly making a visible bulge in my jeans. I
nudged Eric, making eye contact with him, and directed my eyes down to my
clearly strained jeans. He dropped his eyes, looking at the outline of my
hard shaft and smiled broadly. He slowly moved his hand so that it covered
my bulge, but I quickly pushed it away.

"Don't! Not yet. They'll remember anything they see now. Not until the
effects kick in." The TV was up pretty loud and they were so intent on the
game that I was sure they didn't hear me whispering. "Plus, they might be
able to see us in the reflection of the TV."

For his part, Eric looked abashed and whispered "Sorry! I just can't wait!"

It didn't take long for things to happen just as I thought they would. It
started with Malik and was followed quickly by Gavin.

                      * - * - * - * - * - *

The score was tied at 17. I think Malik completely underestimated my
ability at Madden. Sure, I was smart, and a jock, but it didn't mean that's
ALL I did. I made sure to spend some time playing video games too.  Jackson
and Eric had gotten back with the drinks and handed them to us. I wasn't
surprised when I saw it was beer, thought it made me a little nervous. I
had never drank around any of these guys before, not even my brother. Malik
and I both took a few sips and sat the beers on the end tables, picking up
our controllers and resuming the game.

After a few minutes, Malik started getting the better of me. He was on the
10 yard line, looking to score. I started to sweat. I wasn't about to lose
this game!

Not long after, Malik said "Eric, dude. It's fucking hot in here. Did you
turn up the heat or something?"

"No," Eric responded.

Malik turned back to the TV. Maybe it WASN'T the game that was getting to
me. I thought it was hot as hell too, though Eric seemed not to find it so.

I ended up stopping Malik from getting a touchdown, but not from scoring a
field goal. He let out a loud whoop and stretched out his legs a little
further than before. His sock covered feet ended up inches from mine, and I
looked over to see him using his shirt to fan his body. "Goddamn it's hot,"
he grinned at me. I could see hints of the smooth, taut muscles of his
stomach when he fanned himself with his shirt. Malik wiped the palms of his
hands on his jeans and grabbed his controller again, ready to defend
against my drive.

It was getting harder for me to concentrate on the game, with it being so
hot in the house. I felt like my shirt was clinging to my body. Despite the
heat and my lack of concentration, I was able to gain yardage pretty
easily. It didn't seem as though Malik were giving this his best effort.  I
glanced over quickly to see if Malik was still sweating like I was. His
shirt clung to his body, small sweaty patches beginning to break out on the
cloth covering his stomach, as well as around his armpits.

Suddenly, Malik paused the game and threw his controller down next him. He
surprised me by peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. His mocha
colored torso was covered with sheen of sweat. His abdominal muscles seemed
to ripple as he leaned over to grab the controller again. With a body like
that, it was no wonder there was always a line of girls waiting for him.

WHAT?! What was I thinking? The heat was clearly starting to affect me. I
shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel the thought. Maybe I was coming
down with something. I couldn't think of any other reason for that thought
to come into my mind. I had never in my life thought of another guy's body
as attractive before.

"That feels a lot better," Malik said. "You might as well take off yours
too."

I figured what the hell. I wasn't ashamed of my body. It could hold its
own. I lifted my shirt over my head, and tossed it aside, glancing out of
the corner of my eye at the couch behind me. Eric and Jackson were still
there, and neither of them was even sweating. I couldn't believe they
weren't hot! It was stifling in here!

I leaned to my left to grab the controller I had tossed aside. I must have
tossed it further than I thought because I had to shift my whole body to
reach it. As I did so, my foot shifted in the opposite direction, brushing
Malik's. Even though we both had socks on, he jumped, and I think I did
too. A surge of electricity seemed to pass through me when our feet
touched. My dick twitched in response. What the hell was happening??

As we continued to play, our naked torsos illuminated by the glow of the
TV, I noticed Malik's foot occasionally touch mine. Each time a tiny jolt
ran through my body. I even moved my foot a little closer and touched his
once or twice. Eventually, Malik's sock covered foot began rubbing mine. I
didn't dare venture a look over at Malik. I still wasn't sure if it was on
purpose or not. Maybe it was just a test to see how I'd react. In any case,
I knew looking into those light brown eyes would be a mistake.

Ugh! Why was I thinking about his eyes? Seriously! I really hoped Jackson
and Eric were paying attention to what was happening on the screen, and not
what was happening with our feet. I was afraid to turn around and look
though. I tried willing myself to move my foot, but I simply couldn't. It
felt too good.

Malik readjusted his position, moving a bit closer to me so that our legs
touched. He was openly rubbing his foot on mine now, and it was driving me
insane. Why was I letting this happen? I felt like I was in a fog. I had no
idea what was happening, or why. Or even how I was going to get out of the
situation. I tried to think about Eric and Jackson's reactions to what was
going on, and that finally seemed to have the desired effect. I leaned
over, grabbed my shirt and stood up, practically racing out of the living
room. "I'm going to get some fresh air. It's too hot in here." I kept my
shirt in front of my jeans; I didn't want the guys to see how boned up I
had gotten. Fricking weird. Why was I even boned about this? I chalked it
up to teenage hormones. On my way past the couch, I noticed Jackson and
Eric smirking. Eric seemed to have a large wet spot on the front of his
pants. He appeared to have spilled some beer on himself; I supposed that
was why they were smiling. At least I knew they weren't paying attention to
me.

I made my way out of the house through the back door, and sat in a chair on
Eric's patio. A light breeze was blowing, and it was a bit chilly, though
still warm by late-October standards. Pennsylvania Octobers could get
downright cold sometimes. I put my shirt back on and tried clearing my
head.

                       * - * - * - * - * - *

It didn't take long for my cum-laced beer to have an effect on my little
brother and Malik. Malik began by taking his shirt off and tossing it on
the floor. He had a body just as nice as Eric's, a defined 6-pack and a set
of pecs that made my mouth water. I couldn't wait to see the rest of his
magnificent body. He was a fucking wet dream for girls (and some
guys). Always clean cut, with short cropped hair, Malik had light brown
eyes, along with a brown skin coloring that combined for a killer
combination.

Though my eyes were glued to Malik's body, I saw movement out of the corner
of my eye. When I looked to my right, Eric had his hands on his crotch,
slowly rubbing the lengthening tube in his jeans. It was clear Eric was
free-balling. As he got harder and harder, the outline of his dick became
clearly visible in his jeans! I sat transfixed, not knowing if I wanted to
watch Malik or Eric.

Suddenly, Gavin's shirt came off. Holy fuck! This was actually going to
happen! I tried not to look at my little brother, but I couldn't resist. He
had a well toned body for a 15 year old. Did everyone in my life have a
nice body? It appeared so.

I noticed movement in front of Malik and Gavin. Malik was now openly
rubbing his foot against Gavin's. How hot! I couldn't resist now. I was
getting pretty heated watching this all occur. I reached over to Eric's
prominent boner and squeezed. The beginnings of a small wet spot were
forming; it was clear he was as turned on, if not more so, than I was. I
rubbed the steel hard rod a few times, then pulled my hand away. I smiled
at Eric, and he smiled back, returning his own hand to the massaging of his
crotch.

Without warning, Gavin got up and mumbled something about being hot. He
grabbed his shirt and nearly ran out of the room. A few seconds later we
heard the back door open and close.

Ugh oh, I thought, Gavin is freaked, and this little experiment didn't work
the way I wanted it to. I wasn't sure whether to go check on Gavin or not,
but Malik took the decision out of my hands. "I'm going to head outside
too. I don't know how you guys can stand it in here."

I watched Malik put on his shirt, and saw that he still had a huge bulge in
his pants. Wow, this guy was hung!

After the back door slid open and closed again, Eric looked over to me and
said, "Did you see Malik's dick? Holy shit! I knew he was packing from
being in the lockerroom with him, but damn."

"Oh, I noticed it alright!" I replied.

Eric put up his hand in a high-five gesture and said, "Dude this is so
fucking awesome!"

I slapped his hand and we laughed. "I wonder what's going on outside," I
said. "Either they're cooling down and the effects have worn off, or
they're out there flirting, trying to make things happen without appearing
to."

Eric reached over and put his hand on my leg, rubbing it up and down. "I
wouldn't mind getting something started here. But without all the beating
around the bush."

"I know, me too," I said honestly, "but I'd rather wait to make sure
they're not going to walk in on us, and something that they might
remember."

"Let's go upstairs to my parent's bedroom. It looks down over the back
patio, and we can see what's going on without interrupting."

I followed Eric upstairs to the bedroom, my eyes locked on his full, round
ass in front of me. Eric flipped the light on, illuminating the neatly
decorated room. I wondered idly if they had a housekeeper. Everything was
so immaculate. I entered right behind me, and flipped the light back off.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked.

"You don't want them to see us spying do you? It needs to be dark in here."

"Good thinking! I never even thought."

We moved to the window and looked out. Pale moonlight fell softly on
everything, casting the trees and grass in a white glow. Malik and Gavin
were sitting on the patio, bathed in the harsher light emanating from the
kitchen.

It was clear they were talking. About what was anyone's guess. Maybe about
what happened in the living room, and maybe about next week's football
game. We stood there and watched a few minutes, but nothing really changed
about the two of them.

Though my eyes were fixed on Gavin and Malik, I saw movement next to me as
Eric dropped to his knees. He reached up and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling
the fly down slowly. I looked at him, his blue eyes looking up at me
nervously.

"Remember when I said I wanted to explore a little bit? Well, I've been
thinking about this all week. I could hardly get my mind off it." He
grabbed my jeans and pulled them down, bunching them at my ankles.

"Eric," I said, grabbing his shoulder, "I don't think this is such a good
idea. What if they come in? We won't have much time to get ourselves
together."

"I know dude. But isn't this a turn on? Just thinking about it has me
leaking. Not knowing if they're down there about to touch each other's
bodies, or talking about homework. Not knowing if at any second they'll
come in and catch us, or wonder why we were upstairs together. It's fucking
hot!"

I couldn't argue with his logic. It was hot! My dick certainly thought so,
though my brain was yelling `not so fast'. Malik had moved his chair closer
to Gavin now, and Gavin appeared to be shaking his head.

Standing in my underwear with my jeans bunched at my ankles, I felt Eric
touch the bulge in my underwear tentatively, almost reverently. He moved
his head close to my dick and opened his mouth, licking and sucking on my
dick through the cotton fabric. I could feel his hot breath through my
underwear, and his saliva was soaking the fabric stretched out over my
rod. Oh God, I thought, this might not take long! I watched him gently
bathe my crotch with his mouth.

I returned my gaze to the patio and saw Malik reach out and stroke Gavin's
cheek. Gavin leaned into Malik's hand, then moved away. Suddenly, Malik was
standing in front of Gavin, unbuckling his belt. Dropping his pants to the
ground, Malik grabbed his underwear and pulled them down as well. His cock,
half-hard and already a monster, flopped out, swinging slightly now that it
was free.

"Holy shit dude!" I whispered fiercely.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Eric replied.

"No man, stand up and look!"

                       * - * - * - * - * - *

I sat down on the chair, eager to be away from the scene that had just
occurred. I needed to clear this haze from my mind. I was pissed at myself
for thinking about Malik like I had. What the hell was wrong with me?

It was peaceful out here. The moon lit the large yard, and I could see
Eric's family had quite a bit of property. There were no neighbors in
sight. I heard the sliding glass door open and close and looked around to
see Malik. I groaned silently. Now what? I came out here to get away from
that situation. The last thing I needed was him coming out here!

"It feels a lot better out here," Malik said.

When I remained silent, Malik walked to the chair on the opposite side of
the patio and sat down. He didn't say anything. Neither of us spoke for a
few minutes. I saw a light flick on above us, and then quickly flick
off. Jackson must be trying to find the bathroom.

"What the hell were you doing in there, Malik?" I asked rather heatedly,
"Was that some kind of sick joke you and Eric were playing on me? You guys
were always a dick to Jackson, but I thought we were cool."

"We are," Malik replied, his deep baritone voice emphatic. "I...I don't
know what came over me. I was so hot, and then...I don't know. Then I
accidentally touched your foot and it almost drove me nuts. I was getting
so horny. Sorry man, I haven't gotten any this week."

"Well you could've tried to control yourself. Jesus Christ. You blatantly
rubbed your feet on me in front of your best friend and my brother. Holy
hell. You better hope they didn't see it!"

"I said I'm sorry!"

I sighed. "Just...just be careful."

I saw him cock his head slightly. "So it felt good then? You just kinda
gave me the go ahead, I think."

I shook my head emphatically. "No! I mean, yes, it felt good. For whatever
reason, I was horny too. But that's it. I'm not attracted to guys."

"Neither am I!!" Malik cried.

We sat in silence for a few moments longer, when Malik moved his chair next
to mine.

"Dude, I'm so horny right now. I don't know why," Malik said quietly.  I
shook my head again. Partly to try to dispel the fuzziness that still
hadn't gone yet, and partly in response to Malik. "Stop, Malik."

"But you said you were horny too."

"I am! But this isn't right! I told you, I'm not gay."

"And I told YOU I'm not either."

"We could help each other out." With that, Malik reached over and touched
my cheek with his hand. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes, leaning
my head into his hand. What was he doing to me? I pulled away quickly.

Malik stood up swiftly and moved in front of me, unbuckling his belt and
dropping his jeans in one quick motion. A second later he pulled down his
underwear.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as his huge dick flopped out and swung
slowly in front of me. It was only at half-mast, and already it filled my
vision. My dick instantly got rock solid. I couldn't believe what was
happening here. It was bizarre to say the least! I reached out
unconsciously to touch it and when I realized what I was doing, pulled my
hands back as if they had been burned.

"See, I can tell you want to help me out."

I licked my lips. "Jesus Malik! Put that thing away! What if Eric or
Jackson come into the kitchen?!" I was starting to get frantic. A shiver
ran through me, but I wasn't sure if it was from the excitement of the
situation, the chill in the air, or the thought of getting caught and my
life being ruined.

Malik grabbed my hand and pulled me off my chair. I didn't resist nearly as
much as I should have. In fact, to my dismay, I didn't resist at all. He
led me further out into the back yard, under a tree whose leaves were
mostly fallen.

"Please, just help me get off," Malik said.

I couldn't take it any longer. I figured the sooner I got this over with,
the less likely we were to get caught. I moved my hand toward his erect
dick, and before I even touched it, I could feel the heat coming off of it
in waves. I grabbed it and squeezed, eliciting a moan from Malik. It was so
warm. I was struck by how hard, and soft, it was at the same time. I had
never touched anyone else's dick. Not once. It was a strange feeling. One
that was causing my dick to leak copious amounts of pre-cum.

I stroked Malik as fast as I could, and he had a full blown boner in no
time. This thing was huge! I couldn't take my eyes off of it. At 8", I knew
I was bigger than most of my school mates. The lockerroom had proven
that. But Malik must have been close to 9". Even in the moonlight, I could
see it was a slightly different color than the rest of his body. It looked
simply amazing.

I was mesmerized by his throbbing dick. I couldn't think about anything
else other than getting him off. I didn't want to, but I slowly knelt down
and leaned forward. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and touched the head
of his dick. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I was powerless to
stop myself.

I licked the head a little bit, and then decided to go for it. I wrapped my
lips around his huge pole and started bobbing back and forth. I gagged a
few times; his dick was so big, and I was so unused to having anything in
there that I just couldn't help it. Malik, who had been moaning rather
loudly, paused and asked if I was ok. For a reply, I wrapped my lips around
him and continued sucking.

It wasn't long before I heard Malik say, "I'm gonna nut!"

I pulled off, sure I didn't want to swallow a load of his spunk. He bent
his knees, grabbed his dick and stroked himself vigorously. With a loud
groan and a "Fuck!!!", he shot rope after rope of hot jizz on the ground
under the tree.

My dick had remained hard throughout, mostly due to the dangerous situation
I was in. The idea of getting caught must have excited me. I unbuckled my
jeans, whipped out my dick and begin masturbating as quickly as I could. In
seconds, I was adding my jizz to that already on the ground.

I squeezed the last drops of cum out of my dick, wiped it on my underwear
and pulled them up, along with my jeans. Malik had already done the
same. "We better get back before they come looking for us," I said.

"Good idea." Neither of us talked on the short trip back in. This was going
to be an awkward evening.

                    * - * - * - * - * - *

Eric got up to look out the window and his jaw dropped. "Dude! They're
gonna do it! Haha. I told you!" he yelled excitedly. We watched a few
seconds as Malik drew Gavin out into the yard. Gavin grabbed Malik's dick
and stroked it, then eventually got on his knees.

I was almost shocked watching Gavin take Malik's dick in his mouth. It
surprised me a little, even though I knew that would probably be the
eventual outcome.

Eric knelt back down and said "As much as I'd like to watch, I have
something else that's occupying my thoughts. Keep me updated."

He pulled my underwear down and my hard dick slapped up against my
stomach. He engulfed my cock in one fell swoop, licking and sucking his way
up and down the shaft. He scraped his teeth a time or two, and I jumped a
bit. I wasn't an expert cocksucker though, and I didn't expect him to be
either. Hell, until last week, all he had worked with was pussy.

He settled in, slathering my dick with his warm mouth. This was all too
much. I was going to bust soon, and I didn't really want to have Eric
stop. I knew from looking out the window that Malik and Gavin wouldn't be
long either. It struck me as funny. Almost every time I was with Eric, one
or both of us came shortly after we started fooling around. Well, I
thought, we ARE teenagers. No one expected us to last too long. How COULD
someone in a situation like this?

"Malik is getting sucked pretty good by my brother," I said. "I'm surprised
he can handle that monster." I truthfully didn't know how well he WAS
handling it; from this vantage point it was hard to tell. All I could see
was Gavin's head bobbing back and forth.

I watched him a second or two, amazed at the situation. I was getting my
dick sucked while I was watching my brother suck someone else. I had to
admit, it was hot. I knew my thoughts were fucking perverted, but I didn't
care. Seeing this and getting my knob slobbered on at the same time was out
of this world.

I was nearly to the point of no return. "I'm going to cum, Eric." I pulled
my dick out of his mouth, but Eric grabbed my ass and forced me forward,
back into his moist, waiting mouth. We locked eyes, and I moaned loudly as
I unleashed a torrent of jizz down his throat.

I looked out the window and noticed that Gavin was pulling wildly on his
dick. Malik must have already cum. I couldn't think of why else he would
have pulled off. I wondered whether Gavin had swallowed it, or if Malik
just pulled out and jerked off at the end. I kinda wished I had seen it.

I told Eric that we needed to hurry up and get back downstairs, that Malik
and Gavin were finishing up their little tryst. "Don't say anything about
the situation. I don't know if they'll remember or it or not. Or if they
need to sleep in order to forget it. This is still sort of new territory
for me."

We hustled downstairs and were sitting on the sectional, controllers in
hand, resuming their game of Madden.

                        * - * - * - * - * - *

Malik and I walked in to the living room to find Eric and Jackson engrossed
in the game of Madden we had discarded. I felt awkward about the whole
situation, and I wasn't sure what I was going to tell the guys if they
asked what we were doing out there so long. I hoped I didn't reek of sex.

I glanced at the TV and noticed that Eric, who was playing for Malik, had
pulled ahead. It wasn't surprising, considering how bad Jackson was at this
game. Oddly enough, they didn't seem to be much further than when we
left. I guess they got caught up in talking about Homecoming or something.

"Hey guys. Feel better?" Eric asked, putting down the controller and
looking at us.

"What do you mean?" Malik asked defensively.

I wanted to hit Malik. Jesus! He was practically giving us away!

"Well, you were both so hot when you left. It's pretty cool out there. I'm
sure you feel better."

"Yes," I jumped in before Malik could ruin things, "it felt great out
there. It really cooled me off. I don't know why I got so hot."

"You guys interested in watching a movie?" Eric asked.

Everyone agreed that a movie sounded good. It was just what I needed to get
my mind off what had happened.

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