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Have a Drink! - Part 3
I sat on the old green couch that decorated our sanctuary downstairs. Mom and Dad had gotten some old furniture, an inexpensive TV and a computer desk and put it in the basement for Gavin and I as sort of a hangout. I suppose the real reason was that they wanted some peace and quiet every now and then. It wasn't fancy; hell, there was a weight bench and some boxes of Christmas decorations sitting around as well, but we liked it and we used it fairly often.
My parents and Gavin were gone for the weekend, visiting family about two hours north in State College. I begged them not to make me go, telling them I had a group project to work on. They were reluctant at first, but I was insistent. It's not that they didn't trust me at home by myself; instead, they insisted that I go because family was important, and we hadn't seen our cousins in about six months. I kept hammering away at them though. This project was important to me I told them, and it was the unvarnished truth. I really did have a project. And it really WAS important to me, but not because of my grades. Because Eric was my partner.
As I sat on the couch staring blankly at the TV I turned on with every intention of watching, I thought about how wildly improbable my life had been the last several weeks. Eric FUCKING Maxwell was my partner and coming to my house in less than a half hour. It was happenstance really; we were assigned partners by our chemistry teacher Mrs. Gross and told to begin preparing a chemistry demonstration for a classroom of elementary students. But the fact that my partner was Eric was not the part that was wildly improbable.
The completely off the wall, weird shit in my life was that over the last six weeks, I had spiked Eric's food and drink twice with my cum (both times without his knowledge) and both times he had become aroused. The second time this extremely straight jock stud had even grabbed me and dry-humped me until he got himself off. Even more incredibly, I spiked my brother's drink too. It was shortly after my restroom experience with Eric, and I was not really serious in my thinking that the same thing would happen again. And yet, in spite of all, the same thing DID happen. Gavin boned up not long after I gave him the drink.
So, with all of this having happened, what could a guy think? It had to be something in my cum right? Something that made these straight guys horny, and in Eric's case, horny enough to set aside his uber masculinity. I didn't talk to either of them about it. I had tried to talk with Eric, but he claimed he didn't remember, which I fully believed. Gavin didn't know I had been spying on him outside his bedroom door, so bringing the situation up with him was not an option.
The doorbell rang and I bolted off of the couch and ran upstairs to answer it. Opening the door, I greeted Eric with a "Hey," and stepped aside so he could enter. I could smell a faint hint of cologne that he had probably put on earlier that day. I wouldn't be surprised if he just came from Kirstin's house.
The day was warm for the beginning of October and it was clear Eric had dressed for the weather, as well as for a low-key day of school work. He was dressed in mesh shorts again, similar to, if not the same as, the ones he had worn the night we were in the restroom. He had a plain white t-shirt on and a pair of flip flops. Definitely not dressed to impress. But then again, why would he be? I was wearing pretty much the same thing; a pair of loose fitting shorts, an black Obey shirt and my green knit cap.
"Follow me. We can use the downstairs computer," I said as I led him down into the basement. "Did you do any research yet?"
"No, I didn't. Sorry man. What time isn't taken up by football is taken up by Kirstin. Hell, I had to go shopping with her to pick out a fucking tie to match her homecoming dress."
I chuckled. "That sucks dude. At least you're going though. I haven't even found a date yet." I had noticed a subtle shift in Eric's demeanor toward me the last several weeks. A shift from rude and demeaning, to one where he simply ignored me, to one where now, it appeared, he was at least treating me like a normal human being. At least in my own home.
Once downstairs, I booted up the computer. "You want to Google `cool chemistry demos'?" I asked, "I'll go upstairs and grab us a drink."
"Sure, sounds good."
"What do you want?"
"Can I just have a water?"
"Yep, I'll be right back," I said, making my way upstairs and into the garage where we kept the soda and water. I had the perfect opportunity to move forward with my plan. An empty house all weekend, a hot football player, and a legitimate reason for him to be here. But he wanted water! Shit! I felt pretty sure he would notice if I placed anything in his bottle of water. I thought about just forgetting the whole thing. It was, after all, a ludicrous plan.
Returning to the basement, I set down two Cokes, one of which I had poured some of my cum into. "We were out of bottled water. Sorry, I got you a Coke instead."
"Couldn't you have just gotten me some water from the tap?" he asked.
" Ummm..." I hesitated, "yeah. You're right. Shit, I'm stupid."
"It's fine," Eric said, waving his hand dismissively, "Set it there, I doubt I'll drink it though." He turned to face the computer screen and continued searching for chemistry demonstrations.
"Find anything yet?" I asked.
"Not yet. Everything looks too complicated or dangerous. I'm not looking to hurt these little kids."
"Very true," I laughed.
We continued searching the internet for about a half an hour before Eric finally reached for his drink. I guess he just got thirsty and didn't really care that it wasn't the water he had asked for. He took a few long gulps and set the soda back down. I silently thanked God.
Well, here we go, I thought. I still wasn't sure anything would happen. Like I said, the whole idea of my cum having an effect on others was too weird to believe. My folding chair was to the right and a little behind Eric, who was sitting in the main, swiveling chair in front of the computer. This allowed me an unobstructed view of any interesting goings on.
The wait seemed interminable; it wasn't but ten minutes though, before I noticed that a light sheen of sweat had broken out on Eric's upper lip and forehead. He pulled his shirt out from his chest rapidly several times, fanning himself. "It's hot in here," he said.
"Take your shirt off if you want, I don't care," I suggested, hoping that he would do exactly that.
He looked at me sideways, and I could tell he wasn't happy with my suggestion. Shit. I might have just made a huge mistake. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. Why had I ever thought that the last three times were anything but mere happenstance?
Eric looked back at the monitor, continuing to fan himself with his shirt while he searched the net.
"How about that one," I asked, pointing to an experiment that apparently made some colorful foam, "I think little kids might find it pretty cool." We both read through the experiment and agreed it sounded pretty easy. We copied pertinent pieces of information into our lab notebooks, knowing that this wasn't the only thing we were going to have to do. We also had to try to explain this reaction to elementary students, as well as come up with an entertaining "story" to go along with it.
Eric paused in the middle of his writing, and moved his lab notebook to his lap. He resumed his writing again, but then stopped after a few words. He was staring at the screen, seemingly unfocused, and his hand, while still holding the pencil, pushed the lab notebook downward, against his crotch.
I noticed his movements and got instantly hard. YES!! Thank God! I wasn't making this shit up after all. The possibilities of what could happen ran through my head. I was home alone with this hot, now horny jock and I might just be able to get a little further than him dry humping me if I manipulated the situation correctly.
Eric pushed down again on his notebook and closed his eyes, hunching over, probably to protect his crotch from my view. He shook his head slightly as if trying to shake off whatever he was feeling.
Now was my chance, I thought. Several weeks ago, I would never have tried this. But after several "tests", it seemed like a sure thing. "Eric, are you ok?" I asked innocently, "Are you still hot?" I reached across the inches separating us and touched his sweat soaked back, exposed to me as he leaned forward. He jumped at my touch, and let out a soft gasp.
"Yeah, it's fucking hot in here dude," he croaked, his eyebrows drawn down.
"So take off your shirt. It's soaked anyway."
He sighed, as if he regretted the entire situation, but his hands moved from his notebook to the bottom of his shirt as he peeled the white tee up and over his head, tossing it on the floor next to his chair.
Following Eric's lead, I brought my notebook from the arm of the chair I was in, and rested it in my crotch. He didn't need to know yet that I sported wood to match his. I pretended to continue writing, but my eyes fastened on his pecs and abs, a direct result of his after school workouts. God, I wanted to put my hands on him right now. "Feel better?" I asked.
"Yeah, a little. I'm so damned hot all of a sudden. You have the heat on or something?"
"No," I replied. I paused a few moments, then added "Are you sure you're feeling ok Eric?"
He sighed raggedly, then said "Honestly, no...I mean... yeah, I feel fine. It's just..." It was obvious he didn't know exactly HOW he felt. "Jackson, I feel...weird. I don't know man. The last time I felt like this was in the restroom at your work."
I froze. "I thought you said you didn't remember that?" Had he been lying? Had he really remembered all along? If he did, he was goddamned good liar. I was a little confused now.
"Wait, we've talked about this before?" Eric asked, "When?"
"In Chem class. Don't you remember?"
"I don't. In fact, the whole incident popped into my head just a few minutes ago. Jackson, what's going on?"
"I don't know." And I honestly didn't. Well, I mean, I DID, sort of. But how to tell the guy next to you that you spiked his drink with your sperm and it made him all horny. Probably not a good idea. I reached up and patted his shoulder. His skin was warm, almost hot, to my touch.
"Don't touch me, Jackson" he said, hunching even more forward, away from my hand.
"Why?"
"Just...just don't. Listen, we both know what happened in the restroom. What I did. I couldn't control myself. I...I...feel the same way. I don't know why I feel like this right now. I don't WANT to feel this way. I fucking hate it," he said plaintively.
"Feel like what Eric?" I asked. God, I was such an asshole. Why was I playing with this guy like this? He didn't deserve it, did he? Well, he sort of did, for being such a douche to me. I moved my notebook off my crotch, and threw it onto the old green couch.
Eric looked over at me as I threw the notebook, his eyes coming to rest on my shorts. I'm sure he could clearly see the outline of my hard dick. He jerked his eyes away quickly, and just as quickly darted them back. And away again.
"Feel like what Eric?" I repeated. "Do you have the same problem I do?" I reached across suddenly, and grabbed his notebook, flinging it away. "Who cares right? We're both guys. Guys get boners sometimes." His dick was clearly straining against the confines of his mesh short. Did I just do that?!? Was I really being the aggressor here? I really wanted him, and it seemed as though I couldn't control myself either.
"Yeah but...it shouldn't...not when we're together," he responded.
I reached over again and put my hand on his shoulder. He didn't flinch away this time, so I began kneading it, gently trying to relax him a bit. He let out a soft sigh. "Just relax man. Everything'll be fine," I said.
"But...we're two guys."
"Yes, two guys with hard dicks."
"It's..."
"It's OK!" I said, more forcefully than before. "RELAX!"
I got up, and moved behind the swivel chair that Eric was sitting in. I pulled him back against the seat, and continued massaging him, working on both shoulders now. "Relax bud. Just relax." I could feel the tension draining from him. His resistance was falling away. Who would have ever guessed I would have taken charge so? I was scared shitless, but incredibly turned on at the same time. My dreams were about to come true.
His eyes were closed, reveling in the sensations my massage was causing him. I took my hand off of his shoulder and moved it to my shorts, undoing my belt and unbuttoning the shorts as silently as I could. I pulled the zipper down quietly, and let them fall to the ground. They clattered as they hit, the belt making a metallic thump even on the carpet.
Eric's eyes shot open, but he didn't move. He simply closed them again and settled in to enjoy my massage. I looked down over the front of Eric and noticed he was gently toying with his dick, stroking the head and shaft of it through his mesh shorts. "This feels good," he said.
I said nothing, instead continuing to assault his shoulders. I moved forward, brushing my teen boner against the back of his neck. No response from him, so I did it a few more times. He was right. God it felt good! I looked down at his unblemished, smooth chest, his pecs as defined any Abercrombie model I had seen. I couldn't resist any longer, I had to feel him. I moved my hands from his shoulders, and began tracing a path down toward his nipples. As I moved them downward, I did the tracing with my middle fingers only, moving outward toward his sides, down below his nipples, and finally coming together again in the cavern between his chest. I continued circling, and spiraling inward until it was only his nipples that my fingers traced around. They hardened as I traced them, moving my fingers back and forth occasionally over top of them. I moved my hands downward again, over the ridges of his abs. God this guy was built. I drew a deep breath and straightened, pulling my hands back up to his shoulders. "Feels good right?" I asked.
"Mmmhhhhmmm," he murmured, a slight lopsided grin on his face.
I grabbed his chair and pulled him away from the computer desk, spinning him around so he was facing me. His eyes shot open again, and this time, widened as he realized he was facing me, my raging dick pushing out the front of my boxers. He quickly looked away and up at my face.
"Listen Eric," I said urgently, "I need this. I've thought about this for a long time. Jacked off thinking about it. Hell it's all I've been thinking about the last couple of weeks. Is this what you want too?"
"No..." he said somewhat forcefully, looking down, trying not to meet my eyes. Eric was clearly still fighting, trying not to give in to these new feelings. He paused a few moments, and then said "Yes," in a tiny, child-like voice. "Yes, I want this too."
"Stand up."
Eric stood slowly, moving his hands in front of his crotch, trying to hide the bulge.
I moved his hands away, and in one quick motion, pulled his shorts down. His underwear went along for the ride, and I was presented with a full-on, glorious view of Eric's cock. Jutting proudly outward at an angle, I estimated his dick to be about 7". It was beautiful. It wasn't overly thick, or thin, for that matter, and it wasn't overly veiny either. He had one thick vein running along the top of his shaft, but that was it. My mouth watered, and I wanted to wrap my lips around it. But I wanted to take this slow too. It's not every day this kind of shit happens. But it could I thought. It could, if all I have to do is add a little of my nut to someone's food or drink.
Bringing my attention back to Eric's dick, I noticed a pearly drop of pre-cum had oozed out of his piss-slit. It wasn't big enough to fall, but instead, clung to the head of his cut teen meat. I reached out to touch his cock, but hesitated. Instead, I said "Move over to the couch and lie down."
He shuffled over to the green couch, adjusting the pillows to make a comfortable resting place for his head, before lying down. I followed behind him, and when he was situated on the couch, still with his shorts bunched around his ankles, I pulled them off completely. He was now naked. Completely fucking naked. And seemingly he was lost in the moment, in the erotic, forbidden feelings of being with a guy for the first time.
I tugged on my own 6" dick a few times, which hadn't gotten any attention yet, but was still standing at attention. I pulled my underwear down and tossed them aside, removing my shirt as well. I matched Eric in nakedness now, save for the green beanie I was wearing.
Eric watched me as I kneeled down beside the couch. I took my hand and laid it on his chest, gently moving it down past his hard stomach, out around his pubic hair and down his leg, fuzzy with hair. I just couldn't get enough. My other hand was slowly stroking my cock, causing it to leak fluid.
I traced my hand back up Eric's leg, and moved it along and into his rough, trimmed pubic hair. Pulling my hand away, momentarily, I replaced it with the hand that was stroking my own dick, now wet with pre-cum.
Grabbing his cock with my hand caused Eric to jerk upward. I moved my hand back and forth, stroking Eric's cock at a pace to match my own. "Holy shit, keep doing that," he said, lying back down. I leaned forward, inhaling the musk that drifted up from his crotch. I moved my hands up and down faster, stroking him, encouraged by the moans that were escaping his lips and the clear liquid oozing out the tip of his dick.
I stopped for a few seconds, wondering how I wanted to move forward. I wanted to suck his dick, no doubt about it. But I also wanted a little something in return. Would he go for it? I thought he probably would, considering he wasn't putting up any resistance.
In the few seconds that I had stopped, Eric must have become impatient. He bucked his hips up and down, moving them through my hand that was loosely grasping his cock. I felt his cock throb and he released another stream of pre-cum. I scooped it up, bringing it to my lips and tasting its sweetness for the first time.
"I'm close Jackson," Eric said, "I need to get off."
"Me too, Eric. I need your help though. Here, sit up." Eric seemed reluctant to do so, probably because he was so close to blowing his load. I stood up and grabbed his hand, moving it toward my dick. He resisted, pulling his hand away.
"Eric, listen. Please, bud...I need you help me out. It's just us. No one else is here, and no one is gonna find out. I promise," I reasoned with him.
I could see Eric was struggling with this. Part of him said it was wrong, the other part, awakened by my sperm, said it was oh so right. Eventually one side prevailed over the other, and Eric reached out, grabbing my dick and pulling me toward him. He put an arm around my hips, holding me next to him, his face eye level with my crotch, resting against my skin. He inhaled sharply, and began stroking my engorged tool.
Waves of pleasure washed over me. I shuddered several times, unable to control the feelings that were coming from my dick. This wasn't going to last long.
Eric turned me suddenly though, and stopped stroking. I was facing him now, my cock leaking pre-cum, ready to explode at any minute. What Eric did next shocked me, to say the least. He pulled my hips forward, and moved me so his nose was buried in my pubic hair. He sniffed several times, then pulled away. He moved his face forward again, but this time, he grabbed my dick and rubbed it against his cheeks. I could see the trail of cock-snot it left on his face.
He began stroking me again, my cock very near his face. His hand a blur, Eric was seemingly intent on getting me to blow my load as fast as possible. I groaned as I neared climax. "I'm going to cum Eric!!" I shouted.
In response, Eric held me close, my dick pressed against his cheek. "Ahh...ahhh...AHHHHHH!" I grunted, as I released my juice on the side of his face. None touched his lips, instead, splattering his cheek and dripping down onto his leg.
"Oh God," I said. "Fuck."
I could feel Eric tremble. I didn't know if he was fighting those feelings of remorse and guilt, or whether he was so turned on he couldn't help it. "Please," he whispered, "Please, Jackson. I need it too. Help me out too!"
He didn't have to ask again. I pushed him roughly back down into a supine position on the couch. I wasn't playing around anymore. I wanted his cock in a bad way. I didn't want to just touch it with my hands anymore, I wanted to lick it, to suck it. Draw the cum out of him.
I moved forward and lowered my mouth over his iron hard dick. He gasped loudly and yelled "Holy fuck! Oh GOD!!!" I moved my mouth downward a little overzealously, and gagged in response. Pulling back, I vowed not to make that mistake again. I was not in any way experienced in this.
Eric moaned as I continued moving my lips up and down his shaft. I didn't pay any attention to his balls. Hell, I just wanted to get him off. After a minute or so, I pulled off his cock with a loud slurping sound and looked at him. "How does that feel?" I asked.
"Fucking amazing man."
"Better than Kirstin?"
"No... Well, I mean, kind of. She's REALLY good at sucking dick dude," he said, "but this is so wrong that it actually feels so much better. Fuck!! Just get back to it!" he said, smiling slightly.
In response, I fastened my lips around his shaft, sucking for all I was worth. My only intent was to get him off and get him off quickly. I moved up and down, paused to circle the head of his dick with my tongue, and then continued bobbing.
Eric was moaning loudly now. It was a good thing no one was home. Mom, dad and Gavin would have been down here in a flash wondering what was going on. I felt him grab the back of my head and push down slightly, but he wasn't forceful, and I didn't gag.
"Here it comes!" he shouted. "Ahhh, ahhh! Oh fuck! FUUUCKKKKK!!!"
Suddenly I felt him shoot several times, coating my throat with his thick slightly salty batter. I swallowed it all, not wanting to waste any of his precious juice.
With a sigh, Eric said "God that was amazing."
"Yeah, for sure. Thanks man."
We both relaxed for a minute, thinking about what had transpired. Well, at least I was thinking about it. " You better get cleaned up," I said. I wasn't sure how long he was going to stick around. Would he want to even stay and continue working on the project? Would he even REMEMBER what happened? I had no answer, but I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with him if he "came to" and discovered he had my cum all over his leg.
I ran upstairs and grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, giving it to him for cleanup purposes. After he cleaned the cum off his leg and cleaned his dick as well, he handed me back the towel. "I'm going to run upstairs and take a quick shower," I said.
"No problem man, I'm just going to lie here a bit."
"Ok, I'll be right back."
I started getting boned up again in the shower, thinking back on what had happened. It had been fucking amazing. Hopefully this wasn't the only time this was going to happen.
Ten minutes later after a quick jack off session in the shower, I walked back down to find Eric asleep on the couch. His shirt was still off, but he had put his shorts back on. I paused a moment and took in the sight of his unclothed torso one more time. Jesus. I could look at that dude all day.
I gently shook him awake, and he looked around confused for a few seconds. "What?" he asked.
"Hey. You ready to start working on the project again?"
"Why I am lying on your couch?" Eric asked. "And why is my shirt off?" He squinted at me accusingly.
Uh-oh. Here we go. So he didn't remember after all. I thought quickly. "You don't remember?"
"No."
"You got sick about a half hour ago. You got hot, and took your shirt off and said you didn't feel good. I made you lie down." I hoped it sounded ok. It was somewhat close to the truth. He did get hot. And I DID make him lie down at one point.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked.
"Umm, yeah...I feel fine actually." Whew. He seemed to buy it.
"Alright, then let's finish this."
"Look, there's no way we're going to finish this today Jackson," Eric said, looking at the clock, "I have to meet Tommy and Malik at the park in a half hour. Is there a time we can work on this tomorrow?"
Is there a time, I thought. Of COURSE there was a time. I tried to hide my excitement. This meant Eric would have to come back over tomorrow!! My parents weren't returning until later the next evening, so we'd have most of the day to ourselves. "How about noon?"
"Sounds good man. I'll see you then." With that, Eric was rising from the couch, gathering his notebook and heading up the stairs.
I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow held.
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Characters-
Eric Maxwell -19, senior, 6'1 185lb, 7" c, black slightly curly hair, blue eyes; football quarterback
Malik -18, senior 6'0 190lb, 9"uncut, short, buzzed hair, light brown eyes; football team
Tommy -17, junior 5'8 160lb, 6"c, buzzed blonde hair, blue eyes, tattoo inner arm, football team, wrestling
Jason - 15, freshman, 5'9 160lb, 8"c, straight, longer black hair, brown eyes; football team; jv squad (Eric's brother)
Jackson -17 junior, 5'7 140lb, 6" c, brown longer hair, green eyes, tattoo across chest, track team, has locker room clean up due to coach finding small amount of pot on him.
Gavin - 15 sophomore, 5'6 135lb, 7" c brown hair, hazel eyes, academic
Coach -33, 6'2" 200lbs, solid muscle, hairy chest, trimmed
Kirstin - Eric's girlfriend.
Jim - middle aged, somewhat overweight. Balding. Works with Jackson
Mike - 23, stoner. Going nowhere. Works with Jackson
Adam - redneck, high school age
Situations: Had to work on a project together