Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:41:01 -0500
From: Anonymous
Subject: Cum Fantasy Part 3: The Swim Team

DISCLAIMER: This story and the characters within it are entirely fictional.
Phizer Pharmaceuticals and Viagra, while being a real company and a real
product, are only used for reference.

Cum Fantasy Part 3: The Swim Team

Our story continues: Jake Thompson, a bioengineer from Phizer
Pharmaceuticals, had taken it upon himself to take the revolutionary drug
Viagra, which he'd helped develop, to the next "level." Unsupported by his
peers in this endeavor, Jake secretly developed a new drug based on the old
Viagra in Phizer's labs. After extensive testing on rats, Jake emerged
having developed a drug that not only triggered overwhelming gay male sexual
desire, but produced mind-bending orgasms. What was truly remarkable about
his creation is that depending on the dosage, these orgasms could be drawn
out for many minutes, perhaps even hours, so long as the taker of the drug
continued to retake liquid, in the form of water or semen. After having
quite a successful, sticky test on himself, Jake vowed to take his drug out
into the world to test in as many different places as he could find.

- - - - - - -

The local college swim team was like any other Division III swimming
program: basically, a mix of excellent athletes who chose the school for
it's academic programs instead of its sports teams, and some less-than
stellar swimmers just out to have fun. This resulted in a healthy mix of
body types on the team, from ripped hunks to pudgy but in shape chubs. The
team also had representatives from several different ethnic groups, as it
touted a significant international student population.

Jake's job with the swimming team was strictly volunteer. He enjoyed working
with Phil, the head coach, who he'd met at a local gay bar years back and
shared his swimming past. Phil was a short stocky guy that Jake had not
really felt much physical attraction to ever, but really enjoyed his
company. They each got a healthy kick out of the fact that many other gay
men considered that they had "dream jobs": working a bunch of nearly naked
18-22 year old bodies into shape for 8 months out of the year. Both remained
closeted to the team, fearing a loss of respect from the swimmers, who
tended to be overly homophobic. Strange for a bunch of guys who spend a good
deal of time with next to nothing on, showering with one another sometimes 6
days a week. Ah, yes, the showers. Always a strange place when the swim team
occupied them. After practice, they all marched into the open shower room
(there were no dividing partition, just one rectangular room with 25 shower
heads on 3 walls) and washed down their exhausted bodies, but always leaving
on their suits. Occasionally, Jake and Phil would shower with the team after
a practice to get the smell of the chlorine off their bodies that hung
around the pool, but they were always naked. Most of the guys didn't seem to
ever take notice, but it seemed to make quite a few uncomfortable.
Specifically this year, two freshmen, Martin and Jordan, always seemed to
steal what they believed to be hidden glances at the coach's soaped up naked
bodies. Jake caught each of them on separate occasions peering over and him
and Phil from time to time. Once he even smiled back at Martin during one of
these furtive staring sessions, which completely embarrassed the boy, so
much that he immediately left the shower area, blushing and immediately
wrapping a towel around what appeared to be a growing erection. Speedo
swimming suits never did leave much to the imagination. Jake had felt bad
for these two boys, remembering how impossible it was to come out of the
closet when he was a swimmer (he had waited until he was 24  and well out of
college before he told anyone.) They both looked the part, too. Thin, hair
cropped short and pushed forward in a Caesar-style rave-boy look, and spoke
with somewhat effeminate voices. Even others on the team had picked up on
it, as Jake overhead several of them asking eachother whether they thought
"those two freshmen were homos." Helping them come out of the closet was not
what spurned his interest in using the swim team as his next test subjects
for his new drug, but he secretly hoped this would edge those two out, and
maybe even make the team a little more tolerant of homosexuality. Heck, if
the component of the drug that stimulated homosexuality really worked (this
didn't get much of a test in a bathhouse full of gay men), the team would
have a new level of "appreciation" for gays and man-on-man sex.

The only way he could figure that he could get the drug to the boys was to
lace the team's supply of Gatorade right at the end of practice. He and Phil
had long ago made it a requirement for everyone at the end of practice to
"rehydrate" after practice: it is a bit of a myth that swimming doesn't take
moisture from your body like sport in which you sweat. Everyone took to the
rule well, and religiously, at the end of every practice, they all chugged a
couple of cups of the stuff before heading to the showers. Phil and Jake
usually joined them, just to make the point.

Jake chose a Friday afternoon practice to run his test. Rather than making
pills, he'd measured out what appeared to be a heavy dose of the drug, but
only because it was in powder form so that it would easily dissolve in any
liquid. Jake figured that he could easily slip this into the Gatorade, which
he made from a powder each practice and was kept in a large vat (like you
see teams pouring over their football coaches after winning games) at
poolside. He figured all the boys would have a chance to make it to the
showers before the effects would kick in, and at that point, their own
thirst would be enough to get them to drink all the available water they'd
need to keep the drug's potency going. His plan worked like a charm. Just
before the end of the practice, while Phil was wrapping up the final
warmdown with the guys, Jake mixed his "special batch" of Gatorade. 22
exhausted boys got out of the pool, grabbed cups, drank, and headed
immediately for the showers. It was no accident that Jake had chosen Friday
night to run his test, and nobody tended to linger as there were frat
parties and movies to go to. Many of the guys had steady girlfriends that
they were eager to get to, and hopefully score with that evening. Jake and
Phil grabbed cups of their own and drank some of the Gatorade too, and
headed into the showers as well. Jake made sure he poured out any leftover
drink before they left the pool area, for fear that someone might
accidentally discover it.

The shower routine started off just as it always did, but didn't take long
to change...and change it did. All 22 guys were showering, all still wearing
their black Speedo suits, none daring to take them off. Martin and Jordan
had taken their usual spot in the corner, sort of out of the way of the
bigger juniors and seniors, who were chatting it up about their plans for
the weekend. As usual, the conversation was usually about sex.

"Dude, I can't wait to get out of here, I need to get myself laid like
nobodies business," yelled Chet, a 6 foot tall senior from Theta Kappa Delta
fraternity. One of the captains of the team, Chet was every woman's and gay
man's physical dream. A blond crew-cut Adonis with large pectorals gracing
his chest, which tapered down to an 8-pack abdomen ripped across a 32 inch
waist. Though none of them would admit it, all the guys secretly wished they
had his body. Chet didn't date anyone specifically, but never seemed to be
out of a chance to get pussy, given his physique and the never-ending flow
of drunk, loose sorority women who flowed through his frat house. Chet
tended to be a bit of an arrogant asshole, and frequently picked on the
freshmen, often singling out Martin and Jordan as "the team homos." Jake and
Phil always told him to knock off the language and the , but never
disciplined him beyond that for fear of exposing themselves.

"Man, I'll be you just go home and spank it every night, all these stories
are just trash!" jeered Tony, another senior and co-captain of the team.
Chet and Tony frequently had this banter, and though great friends, seemed
to always have a rivalry in and out of the pool. Tony was similarly build,
only was about 4 inches shorter and had dark, olive Italian skin covered
with a fairly thick carpet of hair. At the end of the season when all the
boys shaved down for the final meet, Tony always looked a bit like a naked
mole rat without his soft coat of man-fur.

Ray and Carter broke into peals of laughter at this retort from Tony. Both
were Juniors on the team, definitely primed to be captains in the fall.
While Ray was a good swimmer, also well built and tall at 6" 2', Carter was
definitely usually taking up the last position in races. A bit on the heavy
side and shorter, Carter stood at 5" 5' and weighed in just shy of 200
pounds. During the season, a lot of his baby fat seemed a little more
muscular, but he still sported a bit of a gut, which during the summers
often grew as his weight swelled to about 215. Still, he stuck with the
team, and was always cheering everyone else on.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, Chubs?" Chet hollered over at Carter,
calling him by the nickname that he'd had since day one on the team. He
didn't seem to mind it, even joking about his own weight from time to time.
"I don't see your fat ass getting a lot of action! And for you information,
Tonyboy, I get a lot more play in a week than you're Dago ass will see in a
lifetime."

Brushing off the onslaught of insults, Tony simply retorted, "Yeah, I'll
believe it when I see it."

"Yeah, me too!" chimed in Ray, along with a bunch of the other guys
 some of whom had been dying to have a chance to put Chet in his place a
bit, a little weary of his posturing, arrogance, and bullying.

Chet began to take this all a little more seriously feeling the pressure of
being ganged up on. He also started to feel a little feverish, and noticed
his own cock seemed to be getting hard. Fuck, he thought, all this chick
talk's giving me a woody, I'd better cool it. "Yeah, I bet y'all are just
jealous. Heck, I bet even some of you envy the chicks I sleep with...yeah,
that's right. Maybe you two homos over there go home and jerk off thinking
about me, huh?" Chet then immediately found himself thinking about that, and
found the thought incredibly erotic and exciting. What the fuck is happening
to me, he thought. I'm no homo, but damn the idea of those two jerking
eachother off is really hot...shit, what's going on?

Meanwhile, Jordan and Martin were cowering in the corner, trying desperately
to cover their own growing erections. Both had the same thought: shit, he
knows. And now the whole team is going to know. Here I am getting a hard on
as he's asking me if I jerk off thinking about him. Of course, at different
times, both boys had worked up their own sexual fantasies about Chet. Martin
had developed an elaborate on where he was fucking Chet in the shower after
practice one day after Jake kept them late. Suspecting Jake was gay, he also
fantasized that Jake came in, discovered them, and stripped, jamming his
cock deep into Chet's throat while Martin fucked his ass. Jordan had
developed his own fantasy where Chet AND Tony both cornered him in the steam
room at the gym and took turns fucking him in the face and ass, in the end
spewing their pent up loads all over his body as he jerked himself off.
Memories of these fantasies were now ALL Martin and Jordan could think
about, and their cocks strained in their Speedo's in response.

Martin, sensing that something fucked up was going on by his own mind
beginning to reel with sexual desire, decided to be a bold for the first
time. "Looks like you're getting turned on by that thought, judging from the
rod you're sprouting in your own suit there."

Chet blushed the deepest shade of red anyone had ever seen a guy turn. Jake
was looking over the entire scene with great interest now, staring at all
the boys in the shower stalls. As much as he was trying to control his own
erection, it was quickly growing as well. He looked over at Phil, who seemed
a little shocked at his own cock rising up on its own to its full 6 inches.
As Phil made attempts to cover it with his hands, he found his fingers
wrapping around it instead and slowly beginning to pump. He too noticed now
that all the boys in the shower had raging erections, and all seemed to be
consciously or unconsciously rubbing them, all while quietly standing back
witnessing the altercation between Chet and Martin. Chet started to stutter
as he tried to come up with a come back, and all he could think about was
fucking Martin, fucking Jordan, fucking any of the other boys in the shower,
heck even Jake and Phil looked pretty hot right now, and DAMN, they were
hard too. All the guys were blushing now as they realized they were all
hard, but unable to make any attempts to hide their tented Speedos.

"Aww....f-f-f-fuck, what's going on? I n-n-eed it bad, holy shit...." Chet cried
as he leaned against the shower wall and whipped down his suit, revealing a
dripping 11 inch whopper of a cock. ALL of the boys in the shower gasped at
the sight of it and were filled with their own lust watching Chet grab his
meat and pound it up and down with fury. Just as an army follows their
leader, the rest of the team started removing their suits too, some not in
enough time for what followed. One by one, all of them started to ejaculate
constant streams of cum. Tony was actually first, having taken down his suit
seconds after Chet revealed his mammoth rod. His respectable 8 inch Italian
sausage sprang out and almost immediately began shooting cream straight
across the shower, hitting Chet's well built chest, and then spraying over
the teammates to his left and right. Chet almost immediately followed, his
own cock spraying back across to Tony, sometimes hitting him in the crotch,
soaking his crotch of thick black fur with white sticky fratboy jism, while
at other points nailing him in the chest too. Ray, who was standing next to
Tony, got hit with Chet's load, but didn't seem to notice as he was
preoccupied staring at the 3 foot arc of cum streaming from his own dick.
He'd whipped out of his suit moments before, his mind filled with images of
going down on any guy there. Carter, continuing his role as the slow one,
had not even gotten the chance to pull down his suit, and instead just
stared down over his chubby belly at the black fabric now seeping white
cream out over the elastic and through the material. His suit, usually
stretch to it's limits by his large buttocks, now ballooned out in even
further with cum. Seeing this, Ray felt an overwhelming need to help his
corpulent friend, and dropped to his knees while pulling the boy's
cum-filled suit down over his large ass. A cascade of cum flowed out over
Ray's hands and down his arms, as well as down Carter's thick legs, as his 4
inch erection sprang forward and began shooting Ray straight in the face.
Carter had always been able to hide the true size of his small cock, and
despite not being ashamed of his weight, always felt a self-conscious about
his dick being too tiny. He didn't seem to care, nor did Ray who, seeing no
other solution to stop getting hit in the face with Carter's cum, simply
dove into his fat crotch and took the entirety of his shooting cock into his
mouth.

Jake was watching all of this, dumbfounded and also lost in the realm of his
own incredible orgasm, shooting his spunk 4 feet in the air to rain down on
himself and Phil, who was standing next to him, doing the same thing. At the
sight of Ray going down on Carter, Jake figured the show had started, and
pulled Phil to the already cum soaked floor. "Fuck me," he commanded, and
Phil needed no more encouragement. Propping Jake's legs up on his shoulders,
he drove his 6 incher straight into Jake's twitching asshole. No need for
lube when all the he needed was shooting out of his own cock at an alarming
rate. He no longer questioned what was happening or why, all he needed now
was cock, ass, anything related to sex and men. As he bent Jake further and
further onto his back, Jake was able to better aim his own cock into his
mouth, drinking up the precious fluid. Not that there was any shortage of
cum or water in the place. All the showers were still on, and every boy in
the place was shooting semen at a rate of a quart a minute. Through the
massive orgy that had ensued, Jake looked down the shower room to see what
he had hoped to see: Martin and Jordan locked in a passionate kiss. Their
own young 5 inch cocks shot endlessly between their pressed bodies, coating
their hairless chests with a slick coat of jism.

Jake had not anticipated the extended duration of the potency of the drug
when mixed with Gatorade, along with the fact that the boys never left the
showers and pretty much endlessly quenched their thirsts. For 3 hours
straight, the scene continued, all the boys, Jake and Phil totally without
any sense of time passing. All their focus was aimed at fucking and getting
fucked. Over the course of the night, both Martin and Jordan got to live out
their fantasies with Chet. About 15 minutes into the cum-soaked orgy, Martin
left Jordan and stumbled over to Chet, who was busy sucking on Jake's
spurting rod. "Got any orafices open for a faggot like me?" he asked
grinning from ear to ear. Chet sheepishly looked up, wiping the cum from his
eyes that dripped out of his jism soaked crew cut hair, and simple gurgled,
"Fuck my ass, stud" before returning to slathering Jake's cock. Martin was
the first to take the frat-boy's cherry, and Chet loved every moment of it.
Martin slid his 5 inches all at once into the muscled asshole, and felt its
tight warmth encase his spouting cock. He, Jake, and Chet stayed locked in
this fuck for a good 10 minutes before Jordan came over, and grabbing Tony
on the way, asked the two captains, "Which one of you want's my ass first?"
Tony, who had been getting his own ass fucked by two other freshmen
simultaneously while having his face pounded by Chester's tiny spewing prong
for what seemed like hours, was certainly ready to play top. Slipping to the
floor with a splash into the inch deep swill of cum and water mixed there,
he pulled Jordan down with him and right onto his raging, shooting cock with
a THUD. Chet pulled himself free from Jake and Martin, and forced as much of
his 11 inch ejaculating rod into Jordan's mouth as would fit. Jordan soaked
his fingers with his own come, as well as Chet's load spilling out of his
mouth, and drove them deep into Chet's ass, only causing Chet to howl with
pleasure and increase the power and volume of his cum stream.

By the time the drug wore off, 22 completely spent boys all lay on their
backs or leaned up against the walls of the shower room, sitting in 5 inches
of their own warm spunk. The drains had backed up during the last hour,
thankfully, there was a 6 inch ledge that normally kept the water in, now
serving as a dam for what must have been nearly 1,000 gallons of cum that
swirled on the floor. Several of the boys continued to suck one another off,
getting the final bits of fresh cream from each other's softening dicks,
while others just lazily jerked the last spurts of cum out of their own
dicks as their bodies occasionally convulsed with short jags of orgasmic
pleasure. Martin and Jordan were passed out in the corner, Martin's
now-flaccid dick firmly embedded in Jordan's still-convulsing ass. Chester
was lying flat on his back, slowly massaging the cum swirling all around him
all over his huge body, while Ray fed him the last bits of his cum standing
over him, spilling spurt after spurt in his open mouth. Chet and Tony sat in
another corner, having a small "cum battle", splashing each other with the
deep accumulated load on the floor, occasionally stopping to jam their own
fingers into their cum filled asses to force any last remains of jism from
their spent rods. Jake surveyed the scene as he and Phil slowly rubbed each
other's now flaccid cocks and thought how his latest test had gone far
beyond his expectations. It would be interesting to see how the team reacted
to one another in the days that followed, now having all had sex with one
another. But what more was on his mind was the next experiment he would do.
There seemed to be no end to the possibilities. He grinned wildly on the
thought that Phizer really never knew how close they had come to making a
REALLY good drug.