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************************** The Story So Far... (a recap since it's been awhile)
Jackson, a member of his high school track team finds himself forced to be towel boy for the football team after Coach finds a small amount of pot on him during school one day. Bullied by Eric Maxwell, quarterback of the team, and his teammates Tommy and Malik, Jackson vows to get back at them.
Jackson and his younger brother Gavin formulate a plan to get back at the trio. The following day after practice, Jackson goes through with his plan, pouring cum into Eric's Gatorade bottle. Jackson notices that upon drinking the Gatorade, Eric begins sporting a healthy boner.
In the weeks that follow, it becomes apparent to Jackson that his cum has some special effect on guys. It puts them into a sexual overdrive, causing them to lust after other males.
After being partnered with nemesis Eric Maxwell on a chemistry project, Jackson decides to get the maximum benefit out of his newfound "power". Jackson spikes Eric's drink with his cum and they end up sucking each other off. Jackson soon learns that Eric remembers nothing of the events after ingesting the cum.
Inviting Eric over one last time to finish their project, Jackson again spikes his drink. Eric ends up getting fucked by Jackson. However, the next day, Eric confesses that he remembers getting fucked the day before and that he no longer has feelings for girls.
After some thought, Jackson determines that shooting his cum in someone's ass must cause a change in their sexual orientation.
A friendship (with benefits) begins to develop between Jackson and Eric. Jackson spikes his brother's drink and watches him beat off as he hides outside Gavin's room.
Settling on homecoming dates, Jackson, Eric, Gavin, Tommy and Malik all go to the dance, and plan to meet at Eric's house after. Tommy bails, unable to come to grips with Eric's growing friendship with Jackson. At the small after-party at Eric's house, Jackson is convinced by Eric to spike Malik and Gavin's beers.
Watching from an upstairs window, Eric and Jackson watch as Malik and Gavin, under the influence of Jackson's cum, succumb to their desires. Eric blows Jackson while they watch Gavin blow Malik.
Later that night, Malik overhears Jackson and Eric having sex. Malik confesses his fears to Gavin. Gavin confronts his brother, and the two come to an understanding. Malik and Tommy however have a different opinion.
After ignoring Jackson in the hallway, Tommy confronts Jackson in the lockerroom. Upset at the confrontation, Jackson pisses and cums in Tommy's drink while he showers. Hiding in Coach's office, Eric and Jackson videotape Tommy jerking off in the lockerroom, and plan to use it to blackmail Tommy if the need arises.
As they videotape Tommy, they are astonished to see he stops jerking off and begins pissing on himself. Jackson moves out of his hiding spot and pisses on Tommy.
"That was fucking hot dude," Eric said.
"What was?"
"The whole thing! Him pissing on himself, shooting his load. Dude, I need to get off."
I laughed, and said "Rub one out in the car on the way home dude. We aren't sticking around here so you can jerk off."
He laughed as he grabbed his crotch and readjusted. "I might just do that."
"Besides Eric, we have what we need to make sure Tommy doesn't tell a soul about us. Now, all you need to do is to convince Malik to meet us at your house."
************************** Have a Drink! – Part 7
I was nervous as I walked around the halls the next morning at school. I wanted to find Eric as quickly as possible, before I had any encounter with Tommy. Eric and I had drenched Tommy with our piss and cum the night before in the lockerroom. We had dosed his Gatorade of course with a mixture of my cum and piss, and after it took effect, he seemed to enjoy the situation he found himself in. Unbeknownst to him however, Eric and I had conspired to film the entire thing.
Late that same night, I sent Tommy the video in hopes that I could use it as blackmail. Along with the video, I sent a simple message demanding that he leave Eric and I alone, and to tell no one what he knew about the two of us. If he didn't do as I asked, I told him I'd message the video to some of my friends. I didn't hear back from him.
Having not heard back from Tommy, I was unsure what I would walk into this morning. Would he be so enraged that he kicked the shit out of me? Would he come up and apologize in hopes that he could get me to delete the video? I had no answer, and my stomach was doing flips. Hell, I wasn't even sure if he got the message. Assuming he DID get it, and knowing that whatever happened under the influence of my cum was never remembered upon resting and waking, I was pretty sure Tommy might be a little confused this morning. I was basing this all on my experiences with Eric, as well as homecoming night with Malik and Gavin, neither of whom mentioned a single thing, nor acted any different toward each other after their sexual encounter.
My pocket vibrated, and as I pulled the phone out of it, my heart began to race. I saw that it was Eric and I quickly answered. "Hey man," I said.
"Hey. Hear anything back from Tommy?"
"No. Nothing. Look, get here as soon as you can. I'm getting a little nervous."
"Why?"
"Because I don't know what Tommy is going to do. I don't want him to kick the shit out of me!" I knew I sounded like a scared little kid, but I didn't want to end in the hospital either, which was something that Tommy was clearly capable of doing.
"Alright, I'm almost there. Sit tight. Where are you?"
"The old science wing."
"Why are you there?"
"Because it's pretty much deserted. Hardly anyone is here."
"Ok. See you soon."
As I hung up, I turned into the science wing, dead just as I told Eric it would be. The only light I saw on was Mr. Blymire's, a second year biology teacher. I hadn't had him in class, but I heard he was a good teacher.
I dropped my backpack to the floor and leaned against the lockers to wait. Opening Twitter on my phone, I decided to pass the time, and hopefully lessen my anxiety, by browsing the tweets of my fellow peers. It seemed that Twitter fights happened all the time now, and I soon lost myself in the online drama of high school.
Without warning, I was lifted off my feet and slammed against the lockers behind me, knocking my phone out of my hand, sending it spiraling across the hallway floor.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" Tommy snarled, his face inches from mine and bright red with anger.
"W-what do you mean?" I stammered, unable to think.
"What...the FUCK...did you do to me?" he repeated, louder this time, and punctuating it with another slam into the locker. "You drugged me or something. You must have!"
I shook my head, trying to stall for time. My mind raced for a way to diffuse the situation I now found myself in. It was one of the worst case scenarios I had cooked up in my head earlier in the morning. Tommy, packing an extra 30 or so pounds of muscle, was holding me tight against the lockers.
"I want the phone," Tommy said.
My eyes involuntarily moved to the floor, where my phone was laying, apparently unharmed in the fall. Tommy, who must not have noticed it fall, followed my eyes as they latched onto the phone. I felt myself swung like a rag doll, and I was suddenly careening into the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway.
I looked up to see Tommy make a beeline for the phone. Just as he reached it, I saw Eric tackle into him, knocking him away. Running to grab the phone, I heard a loud, booming voice. "HEY! STOP RIGHT NOW!! ENOUGH!!"
I froze, and so did Tommy and Eric. Mr. Blymire came trotting down the hall and moved to separate Eric and Tommy, who had resumed scuffling. "What's going on here?" Mr. Blymire asked as he pushed Tommy away from Eric, positioning himself in between the two of them. Tommy made another lunge for Eric, but Mr. Blymire fended him off; he was about as large as both Tommy and Eric.
Silence stretched, and when no one offered an explanation, Mr. Blymire said "Ok, let's go. We'll take a walk to the office."
"NO!" Eric and Tommy both cried. Our football team was in the district playoffs at the end of the week, and neither of them wanted to get suspended.
Looking from one to the other and back again, Mr. Blymire paused, then said, "Fine, you all three have detention after school . Be here in my room by 3:30. I'll inform Coach of what happened, and he can add to the punishment in any way he sees fit. Until then, stay away from each other."
Tommy shrugged off Mr. Blymire's hand, which was wrapped around his arm, and stormed off, leaving Eric and me with Mr. Blymire. "I'm serious guys. Stay away from each other until I talk to Coach."
The day wore on, and I saw neither Tommy, nor Malik. I texted Eric, and he said he hadn't seen them either, but that he had gotten a text from Malik asking about the fight earlier that morning and agreeing to meet Eric to discuss recent events, though they hadn't set up a time or date. As 3:30 approached, I started getting nervous all over again, wondering how Tommy would react with just the three of us in Mr. Blymire's room. Would he have calmed down any? Or would he still be in a fiery rage over what had happened? I could only assume he would be even more upset, considering what had happened that morning.
The dismissal bell rang at 3:00 pm, and my stomach began doing flips. I made my way to Eric's locker and waited there for him, hoping that he hadn't yet made his way to Mr. Blymire's room. Walking in with Eric would be preferable to walking in there alone, especially if Tommy was there. After a few moments, Eric appeared, seemingly as confident and unconcerned as ever. "Hey. You ready to get this over with?" he asked.
"No," I responded, "in fact I don't even want to be anywhere near Tommy. He scares the shit out of me."
"Fuck him! I'm not going to let him push us around."
We made our way down to the science wing, which had quickly emptied of students. Judging by the few lights on in the classrooms surrounding Mr. Blymire's room, it appeared that some of the teachers had left as soon as they could as well.
Mr. Blymire's room was empty, save for him, sitting at his desk grading papers. He looked up at us as we entered, a lowered his head again to the paper he had been grading. "You're early. Take a seat. It appears your friend won't be joining us. He went home sick." The way he said `sick' implied that he thought Tommy's sickness was a bunch of horseshit.
We had about ten minutes until detention officially started, so I turned to Eric and asked him if he had made any definite plans with Malik. He responded that he hadn't.
"GENTLEMEN! You're here for detention, not social hour! Find something quiet to do until 4:30. Do you understand me?"
"But it's only..." I started.
"ENOUGH! Do you want me to add another two detentions?"
I sat back sullenly, looking over at Eric. He shrugged his shoulders in a "What can you do?" sort of way. Time passed slowly. After what seemed a half hour, I looked up at the clock only to find that ten minutes had passed. Mr. Blymire was still bent at his desk, grading diligently. He wore a slim fitting green dress shirt, emphasizing an upper body that was obviously well looked after. With a full head of dark hair, a youthful face and a few days worth of stubble, it was no wonder he was a popular teacher. He was a dream for hormone crazed teens like myself. Right now however, I wasn't particularly enamored with him.
Eric must have noticed me staring because when I dragged my eyes from Mr. Blymire and looked at Eric, he was grinning at me. Cutting his eyes to Mr. Blymire's desk and back to me several times, I knew Eric wanted me to look at something at the front of the room where Mr. Blymire was sitting. I moved my eyes to the front of the room again, but didn't see anything of note. I looked over at Eric and shrugged, putting on a confused face.
Eric made a drinking motion and grinned. Looking back up at the desk, I saw what had grabbed his attention; a mug of what I assumed to be coffee sat on Mr. Blymire's desk. I had noticed him drinking it earlier, but never gave it another thought. It appeared Eric had.
I shook my head in response to Eric. Did he really want me to spike Mr. Blymire's drink? Fuck that! I wasn't trying to get in any more trouble than I already was!
Eric looked back at me and stuck out his lower lip, putting on a pretend sad face. God he was cute. Still, I shook my head again, vigorously this time.
"Mr. Blymire," Eric said, "can I go to the bathroom?"
"You have 45 minutes. Can't you hold it?"
"No. I really have to go."
With a put-upon sigh, Mr. Blymire relented. "Fine, you have 4 minutes. Be back here before then or I'll come looking for you."
As Eric exited the room, I turned my thoughts back to what he had silently proposed. What a fucking horndog. Jesus! Eric seemingly wanted sex all the time, and it appeared that the more dangerous, the more he pushed for it. Was it possible I created a monster? Whatever the case, he was supplying me with some intense sexual situations I had never dreamed of just a few short months ago.
Three minutes passed, then four. Five minutes came and went, and Mr. Blymire looked at his watch, eyebrows drawing downward. He was starting to get pissed. Throwing his red pen down on his papers, he got up and walked out the door, intent on finding Eric and bringing him back.
As soon as Mr. Blymire left the room, and my eyes caught sight of the mug on his desk, it hit me that Eric had planned all of this. He didn't really have to go to the bathroom at all. That fucker! Knowing what he expected me to do, I quickly got the bottle of cum out of my backpack and scrambled up to Mr. Blymire's mug, slipping some of my cum into his drink. I hurriedly sat down, stowing the bottle back in my backpack, and waiting for the two of them to return.
I didn't REALLY want this to happen. Well, ok, since Eric had put the thought in my mind, it had sort of taken hold. But still, I was scared out of my mind that we were going to get caught. It was too late now though. What was done, was done.
After a minute or two had passed, I heard voices raised, getting louder as they neared the door. Mr. Blymire and Eric were apparently still arguing.
"Sit down!" Mr. Blymire said as they entered the room.
Eric sat down hard in his chair, pretending to upset. "I had to take a dump Mr. Blymire. Relax!"
Ignoring Eric's response, Mr. Blymire returned to his desk and began grading.
After making sure Mr. Blymire was engrossed in his grading, Eric looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. I knew what he was non-verbally asking me. Had I done it?
I rolled my eyes, and nodded my head. Eric grinned broadly. We both looked up to see Mr. Blymire reach for his mug and take a few sips of coffee, himself looking up to survey the room and its two occupants. Rather than make eye contact with him, I looked downward at the paper in front of me and continued doodling, knowing it was only a matter of time until the effects kicked in.
Within about five minutes of taking his last sips of coffee, I saw Mr. Blymire pick up some of the tests he had been grading and begin fanning himself. He was starting to get a little worked up it seemed. I heard the buzzing of Eric's phone and looked over to see him reading a text message. He held out the phone for me to see. It was from Malik. `Meet you at your place tonight at 8' was all it said. I heaved a sigh of relief. This would all soon be over I hoped. If we could succeed in turning Malik tonight, another one of our problems would be solved.
"Eric you can bring that cell phone up to me," Mr. Blymire said, raising his voice. "You know you're not supposed to have it out."
In response, Eric simply held the cell phone in his hand, extending it toward Mr. Blymire.
"I said, bring it up here Mr. Maxwell!"
"Come and get it yourself, Mr. Blymire," Eric replied, emphasizing the word `Mister'.
With that, Mr. Blymire shot out of his seat and moved quickly toward Eric, grabbing the phone from his hand and taking it back to his desk. I only caught a quick glance at his crotch as he was moving toward Eric, but it looked a bit full.
Another five or ten minutes passed, when I heard Eric call out. "Mr. Blymire, can you help me with this chemistry problem?"
"I teach Biology Eric, not Chemistry. What is the question asking?" It seemed that although it wasn't Mr. Blymire's subject, he couldn't resist the urge to try to help.
"It's about a diagram in the book. Can you come please come look at it?" I don't know what possessed Mr. Blymire to get up and walk back to help Eric. I could only assume he was in that sexual fog that ingesting my cum caused in people. He must not have been thinking straight, because if he were, he wouldn't have gotten up with such a large bulge clearly visible in his pants.
Moving to stand in the row between Eric and I, Mr. Blymire positioned himself a little behind Eric, bending over to check the diagram. From the side, the effect of my cum on him was even more pronounced. I wanted to reach out and grab his cloth covered steel-hard shaft, but I also wanted to see where Eric would take this.
As Mr. Blymire was bending down to inspect the diagram, Eric said "Wow Mr. Blymire, you must really like Chemistry." With that, he reached out his hand and squeezed the crotch that was inches from his face.
Mr. Blymire jumped back, his breath catching. "St-stop. Don't talk like that. And don't touch me!" He didn't return to his desk though, only stood there for a moment before saying "I could lose my job if anyone saw you do that."
"It's ok Mr. Blymire. Really. Chemistry gets me excited too. Look," Eric said, grabbing his own crotch and squeezing it. Mr. Blymire stared at Eric's massaging hand. "It's ok." Eric stated again, soothingly this time.
"No, it's...it's not. It's not ok. I don't know what's happening." Moving his hand to squeeze Mr. Blymire's dick, Eric said "You don't? Chemistry has you excited Mr. B. You have a boner. It's caused by blood rushing to your penis. You should know that, teaching Biology and all."
I snickered.
"This isn't natural. It's not right."
"It IS right," I said, standing up and moving behind Mr. Blymire. "It feels right, doesn't it?"
He didn't respond, but he closed his eyes, and let Eric continue his massage.
I knew we weren't safe doing this in the room. Anyone could walk in as the situation unfolded, and then we'd be in major trouble. Putting my right arm around his waist and leaning into him, I whispered in his ear, "Come on Teach, let us make you feel good." As I said it, I reached into his pocket, feeling for his classroom keys. I fished around for the keys, purposely rubbing his dick as I did so. He was rock hard, and I knew from the moan that escaped his lips that he was fully invested now. He wanted it to happen.
I retrieved the keys and moved to the classroom door, locking it so that no one could catch us unaware. Luckily, Mr. Blymire's door had no window, and with all the blinds pulled down, I felt sure that we were secure.
Moving back to join Eric and Mr. Blymire, I noticed Eric had gotten up and now stood right in front of Mr. Blymire. Eric had his hand down the front of Mr. Blymire's pants, continuing the massage he had begun earlier.
"Let's go back to your desk, Mr. Blymire. Get you comfortable," I said, guiding him back to his chair.
"Stop. Stop doing this. You're going to get me fired," Mr. Blymire protested weakly.
Pushing him down to a sitting position on his chair, I leaned over and began unbuckling his belt. Eric grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and out of the pants it was tucked into.
"No, don't take his shirt off," I said, noticing that Eric was beginning to unbutton it. "If someone DOES find a way in here, I want to make sure we can at least try to act as though nothing is going on. It's a little difficult if we're all butt naked."
"Good point," Eric replied.
As I got his belt undone, I grabbed the waist of Mr. Blymire's pants and began working them downward. He didn't resist, and even obliged by raising his hips off the chair. I took the opportunity to grab his underwear, a pair of gray boxer-briefs, and pull them down as well. Standing at attention was Mr. Blymire's proud 7" dick. At least, it had to be somewhere around that size; it seemed similar to Eric's.
Grabbing him under his armpits, Eric pulled Mr. Blymire to a standing position, causing his pants and underwear to fall to the floor in a puddle around his feet. Naked from the waist down, with a shirt and tie covering his upper body, and a steely boner pushing outward, Mr. Blymire was one hot fucking sight. Eric pushed him backward so that he was forced to sit on his desk. Luckily there was nothing on the desk, save for the tests he had been grading, and a framed photograph of what appeared to be Mr. Blymire, his girlfriend and their dog.
Once Mr. Blymire was positioned on the desk, his hands at an angle behind him for support, Eric immediately knelt down in front of him, engulfing his cock. Moans of pleasure escaped Mr. Blymire's lips as Eric bobbed his head up and down.
After watching for a few minutes, rubbing my dick through my pants, I pulled Eric off of Mr. Blymire. He gave me a questioning look, but I didn't say anything, instead kneeling as Eric had done earlier, putting my hot mouth over Blymire's eager dick. As I moved up and down on that thick sausage, I could taste the precum oozing from it.
Knowing that I couldn't undress Mr. Blymire completely, I moved my right hand upward underneath his dress shirt. I felt my hand move over his bumpy abdomen muscles and move up to his mounded pecs, which were lightly furred. Damn. This guy kept himself in shape! It made my dick all the harder.
I felt myself being pulled off, and looked up to see Eric give me a shrug and a grin. Turnabout is fair play, the unspoken message said. Kneeling once again, Eric grabbed Blymire's leaking dick and slapped it several times against his extended tongue. Looking up at me, Eric said "Dude, get down here. Help me out."
I didn't waste any time joining Eric on the floor. We took turns licking up and down Mr. Blymire's shaft, causing moans of pleasure to escape from his lips. Every few minutes, one of us would swallow his dick, bobbing up and down while the other watched.
I could sense Mr. Blymire nearing his climax and I alerted Eric to the fact that very soon we'd be tasting his sweet juices. This seemed to energize Eric, and he began to bob up and down furiously on Blymire's dick, causing him to moan loudly and grab Eric's head.
Just as Blymire was about to cum, I heard the room's door handle jiggle. Eric and I froze momentarily, waiting to see if the person at the door would go away. When we heard a set of keys jingle outside the door, we shared a look of panic.
Pushing Mr. Blymire back into his chair, we quickly rolled him up against the desk and ran back to our seats. Just as we sat down, the door opened and Coach stuck his head in. He quickly scanned the room, his eyes lingering briefly on Blymire, who appeared to be gazing at the papers on his desk.
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I realized we hadn't had time to pull Blymire's pants up. Hopefully Coach didn't notice; I thought we pushed Mr. Blymire up as far as we could against his desk so his lower half was hidden under the desk. God I hoped so.
"Damn it Eric! I heard what happened earlier with you and Tommy. I don't know what in the HELL you were thinking, but I'll see you after detention in my office! You too Jackson!" With that, Coach slammed the door closed, causing both of us to jump.
My heart continued to pound as I sat there exchanging looks with Eric. My dick, which moments ago had been steely hard, was now soft. "Dude that was so fucking close!" I was whispered.
"I know," Eric responded, exhaling heavily, "It looks like Coach is really pissed. Fuck Jackson! What if Coach benches me for this?"
"Don't worry. We'll talk him out of that. Maybe we can talk to Tommy too. Get him to come up with a story where we all come out looking ok." Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head, running his hand through his dark hair. It was clear he didn't believe that would be possible. A moan at the front of the room caught my attention, and I turned my head in its direction.
Mr. Blymire appeared to have moved his chair outward from the desk. His hand was wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, and he was moaning softly. "Please. S-someone just get me off! That felt so good."
It appeared my cum was still having its effect on Mr. Blymire. Thinking that the chances of a return visit from Coach were slim, I looked over at Eric and nodded toward Blymire. "Let's help him out."
Eric didn't respond, but instead got out of his seat and moved toward Mr. Blymire. I made my way up to the desk as well, kneeling with Eric. We both put our lips on Mr. Blymire's hot, stiff prick, giving it a wet tongue bath. Within seconds, jet after jet of creamy teacher cum shot forth onto our cheeks and lips. Both Eric and I seemed to be fighting to get the greatest part of his load.
As Blymire's orgasm subsided, I looked at Eric, cum on his cheeks and lips, and could not control myself. I could see the same hungry look in Eric's eyes. We shared a passionate, sloppy kiss, swapping Mr. Blymire's spent seed back and forth between our mouths.
Breaking the kiss, I said to Eric, "Let's get Blymire cleaned up and get out of here."
"But detention's not over yet."
"I know, but he'll be hazy for a while yet, and he won't remember us even leaving. For real dude. We'll be fine. Trust me!"
Eric and I set to the task of cleaning Mr. Blymire up. I gathered some tissues from a box on a shelf next to the chalkboard and wiped his softening dick clean. We pulled up his underwear and pants, making sure to tuck his shirt back in. It wasn't an easy task.
Once we were satisfied, we exited the room and headed to the bathroom to clean up ourselves. We couldn't meet Coach with dried cum on our cheeks.
This ends Part 7. So... What now? Again, if you have any comments or suggestions about the story, please feel free to contact me at psuwxguy@gmail.com.
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