"Hi Jake."
Jake Becker stared blankly for a moment at the person standing in front of him and then his mind made the connection it was grasping for. He felt his hands ball up into fists almost as if they had a will of their own.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You sent me this text?"
Noah nodded his head while he looked around the bathroom, seeming a bit surprised.
"It's not the same bathroom. I thought it would be."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jake shouted. He couldn't believe this. His moron of a brother had been best friends with this Noah dumbass for years.
"From the pictures of you. The solo ones. I read online that this was the place for cruising on campus. I just thought it would be where you posed for them."
"You saw those pictures? I am going to kill Jared."
Noah smiled his goofy, half stoned smile at Jake. "I saw all of them. Dude, I thought I was so lucky just to see you naked and hard. I jerked like crazy over those. I never dreamed you'd send him the link to that Google drive, with the BJ pics. Two different sets of them! Gay Christmas came early, man."
Jake turned and slammed his fist into the stall door, sending it crashing into the wall. "You little fucker! I am going to kick your ass."
Noah, looking nervous, took a step back and held up his hands. "Whoa! You touch me, you get exposed online. Remember?"
Jake looked down at his phone, at the photo of himself with a dick in his mouth, his name, number, and the words Frat Slut included. "You'd do that to me? Why?"
"Look, dude, I don't want to. I want something else from you. If I get it, that pic never gets posted."
Jake stared at his little brother's best friend, knowing what was coming but unable to believe that this was really happening to him. "What do you want?"
Noah stepped forward until he was inches from Jake. He tentatively raised a hand and felt the other man's bicep. "You were the first guy I ever jerked off to. Every time I stayed over with Jared I would pray to catch even just a glimpse of you without a shirt on. Once, I saw you coming back down the hallway from the shower in just a towel and I almost came in my shorts. Another time, when you were gone on some team trip, I even snuck into your room after Jared was asleep and jerked off in your bed, smelling your scent all around me. I want to make my fantasies come true. Then I delete the pics."
Jake stared into Noah's eyes. He ran his fingers slowly down Noah's arm and took the hand that was resting on his muscle. The college man leaned in, letting his lips nearly brush up against the high school senior's mouth.
"Noah?"
"Yeah?" Noah was breathless, his heart was pounding and the front of his cargo shorts was getting a lot tighter.
Jake suddenly twisted Noah's arm back, making him drop to his knees and cry out in pain. "What if I just break your arm unless you delete them right now?"
The door flew open. "Then I post them. I'll be sure to send a link to Mom and Dad as soon as I do. Now let him go, asshole."
Jake let go of Noah's arm and stared at his younger brother, who had clearly been listening to everything from the room with the sinks. "Jared? You're involved in this? What the fuck?"
"Yep. See, number one, I hate you. Everyone thinks you're Mr. Perfect and no matter what I do, I can never get out of your shadow. I could fucking cure cancer and I'd still just be your brother and nothing else. Mom and Dad worship you, even my best friend wants you! Maybe if you were a good guy, I wouldn't care as much, but I am the only one who knows how much of a prick you really are."
"Jesus Christ," Jake muttered, shaking his head.
"Number two, Noah is my best friend and for whatever reason, he wants you. I owe him for about five years worth of really good blow jobs with nothing in return, so I'm going to make this happen for him."
Noah, rubbing his arm, grinned at his best friend. "I wouldn't say nothing, man. You've got a great dick. I wouldn't suck it if I didn't enjoy it. Plus, it's more like four years of really good blow jobs. That first year, I was lousy at it. No clue what I was doing."
Jake groaned and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me. My little brother is going to blackmail me into having sex with his fag friend?"
"Don't call him that! You, of all people, sending me pics of yourself with a couple of different cocks down your throat. You call him a fag?"
"I didn't send them!! I was being blackmailed!" Jake yelled.
"Then I guess you're used to it," Jared smiled.
"This can't be happening again," Jake said, putting his face in his hands. After a moment he looked up at Noah. "What exactly do you want from me?"
Before Noah could respond, they heard the sound of the outer door opening and the three men turned in unison a few seconds later when a good looking blond twink walked into the room. He looked the three of them up and down with a smile that said he knew all about the sorts of things that went on in this restroom, and then stepped over to the urinal. The sound of his zipper seemed loud in the room and then he turned slightly so that they could see the cock he was slowly starting to stroke.
Jake pushed past the distracted Jared and Noah and charged out of the bathroom. He made for the stairwell, pulling out his phone as he did so and finding the number.
The voice, the one burned into his memory, answered after several rings.
"This is all your fault, Harry Potter. You and your fucking magic powers have ruined my life!" Jake growled.
Van had parted ways with Carson outside the student union. Carson was off to meet up with Pete to play some basketball at the campus gym and Van had claimed to be going back to their room to study. In truth, he was feeling horny and thinking about another seduction of Matthew while Pete was occupied and away from their room.
As much as Van had loved getting fucked by Matthew this past month, he'd recently starting thinking about how hot it would be to show another virgin the joys of being fucked. The memory of his encounter with Jake was never far from his mind.
After all, Van reflected, if Matthew and Pete ever did become more than friends, Matthew would clearly be the one on the receiving end in their relationship. Van had seen how dominant Pete was the night he'd watched in hiding as Pete forced Matthew's mouth down on to his cock. It would probably help Matthew to have some experience taking it before Alpha Pete went to town on him.
The only problem was that Van now had a lot of experience with seducing Matthew. As far as his friend knew, of course, each time was the very first time thanks to the feature on Van's watch that allowed him to turn back time. What was common to each one of those "first times", besides how easy it was to get him into bed, was how freaked out Matthew always was at even the thought that Van wanted to fuck him.
Which meant that Van was going to have to give up the game and let one of their "first times" stand. Maybe after a couple of different encounters with Van that he actually remembered, Matthew would become more comfortable with the idea of some butt play.
Van was so lost in these thoughts and the ringtone of his burner phone was so unfamiliar to him that it took awhile for it to register as what it was. When it did, Van stopped and scrambled in his bag for the phone. It has to be a wrong number or a scam call, Van thought, even as his heart began to pound faster.
It was Jake's cell number. Why was Jake calling the burner phone? A month had passed in silence and Van had always initiated any contact before this. "Hello?"
"This is all your fault, Harry Potter. You and your fucking magic powers have ruined my life!"
"Alright, Draco Malfoy, calm down and tell me what's going on," Van responded with a chuckle. His first thought was that Jake must be questioning his sexuality after that night of two excellent ass poundings.
"What's going on? What's going on is that you ruined my life and I want to fucking end you for it!"
"Let's not resort to threats, Jake. Remember how well they worked out for you last time." This was met with silence, so Van continued. "Can you be more specific? How did I ruin you life?"
"You sent those pictures to my brother, remember? Now he and his fa-... he and his gay friend are blackmailing me."
Van sat down on a bench outside the library to continue the conversation. "What do they want from you?"
"My brother wants to make my life hell. His friend wants the same damn thing you did."
"He wants to fuck you?"
"I don't know what position he goes in for, but yeah."
Van turned his head slowly. The final words Jake spoke were audible both on the phone and from behind him. Jake had walked out of the library doors and dropped down onto a bench that was directly behind the one Van was sitting on.
"What am I going to do? They're going to post the pics online with my name and stuff if I don't do it. Fucking Jared is out for blood, I know this isn't going to end with him, even if I play along with Noah."
Van remained silent and Jake continued. "Can you.. can you help me somehow? I mean, with the stuff you can do? I've done everything you asked, this isn't fair."
Van hit the button on his watch, instantly stopping all activity around them. He stood up and moved around to Jake's bench. The hot frat boy was looking particularly miserable at the moment with his phone pressed to his ear. Van sighed. Jake was far from innocent. Van couldn't forget the humiliating video Jake had posted on XTube of one of the members of the campus LGBT group being degraded as a fag and a slut while he sucked the frat boy's cock. Still, Van was the direct cause of this particular problem and seeing Jake's face gave him a pang of guilt.
Moving a safe distance away, Van restarted time. "Okay. So far, you've been playing by the rules I set. I'll help you with this."
"Thank you!"
"Where are your brother and his friend now?" Van asked, expecting to hear that they were in whatever town Jake was from.
"The campus library. Sixth floor men's room, actually. The fuckers texted me the picture and an order to meet them there. I thought it was you."
Van stopped time and went directly into the library and started up the stairs. Walking into the outer room of the sixth floor men's room, he saw a guy standing by the sinks, staring at himself in the mirror. He was attractive, but there was no noticeable resemblance to Jake's incredible looks. Van pulled out his wallet and checked the ID: bingo! Jared Becker.
Where, then, was the friend? Van walked into the main bathroom and stopped short. Two men were standing in front of the urinals with their hard cocks in each other's hands. Van instantly recognized one as Chris, the blond twink that he had watched getting fucked up the ass a month earlier in the stall by Nick, the hot barista from Perks.
Van checked under the stalls, but the bathroom was otherwise deserted. By process of elimination, then, the guy who looked like your typical slacker skater boy must be Jared's gay friend. The fact that he was stroking Chris with a look of pure bliss on his face certainly attested to the gay part.
"Well, this will make things a lot easier, that's for sure!" Van spoke aloud as he pulled the two apart, leaving them each with a rock hard cock sticking out in front of them. It only took a matter of minutes for Van to maneuver Jared into place and to take several shots.
Pictures taken, Van put the three men back into place. Heading down to the library's media lab, Van printed out three of the choicest shots in full color and then went back up to the men's room and taped each of them to the mirror in front of Jared's face. He'd added a handwritten note to the bottom of one.
That was Jared taken care of. As for the friend, Noah London according to his ID, being exposed as gay would clearly be no issue for him. Van decided to leave it up to Jared to persuade his friend that they had to bring their plans to a halt. Maybe the hand job he was getting from Chris would help in that regard as well.
Van made his way back down to the bench where Jake was sitting and stared at him for a moment, remembering how tight and hot his hole had felt. Strolling back to where he'd been standing, Van hit the button on his watch.
"Are you kidding me, Noah? Right now?" Jared had asked when his friend had moved towards the blond at the urinal and started undoing his pants.
"Give me a few minutes, Jared. Please?" Noah hadn't really waited for a response, he'd just whipped out his dick and reached for the other guy's tool. The blond had started stroking Noah and had reached his other hand toward Jared, inviting him to join. Jared shook his head. "Five minutes, Noah. We have to do this today."
Jared went out and stared at himself in the mirror. He'd done it, he'd finally got the upper hand with Jake. The way Jake had asked what Noah wanted him to do, just before the other guy came in, it was a total surrender. Jared had waited all of his life for this moment and -
"What the fuck?" Jared jumped back.Three pictures had just appeared on the mirror out of nowhere. Pictures of him! He moved closer, unable to believe his eyes. In one, he had a cock in his mouth and another resting across his forehead. In a second, he held one dick in his hand near his face and the other was in his mouth. The final shot was the most shocking: his mouth was stretched obscenely around the heads of both cocks at once.
On that shot, the words "Check your phone" were written. Jared grabbed his phone and saw two texts from an unknown number. One was a link to a google drive and then other said "If your brother is exposed, you will be too." Clicking on the link, Jared saw at least two dozen shots of himself looking like a gay whore, sucking two dicks at once. He'd seen his friend Noah's dick often enough to know that one belonged to him. He could guess who the owner of the second cock was.
Ripping down the photos, Jared went into the other room just in time to see Chris leaning over and taking Noah's dick in his mouth.
"Noah, we're screwed! I don't know how, but we're toast."
"Jared, man, you should try this guy's mouth, it will chill you out. Jesus, I love college!"
"God damn it!" Jared turned and left the men's room.
"You really think you can help?"
"It's done, they shouldn't be messing with you again. Let me know if they do."
"What? How? I just told you about it."
"Magic, remember? But, listen-"
"Yeah?" Jake suddenly sounded wary.
"Magic comes with a price. No threat of exposure this time, but since I helped you deal with this problem, and since we both had a very good time before, I want that ass again."
Silence. Van watched Jake's face, expecting to see anger. Instead, there was something else, a mixture of fear and excitement? Was Van imagining that?
"So, you save me from being blackmailed into sex and in return are blackmailing me into sex?"
"I saved you from your brother. Like you said, no matter what you did with Noah, Jared wasn't going to let this go. No blackmail. I already helped you, it's done. This time the choice is yours."
Jake bit his lip while he thought about this, a move that made him look hotter than ever. Van saw him stop and look at his phone. "Hold on, Harry Potter. My brother is calling me."
Van watched as Jake took the brief call, a huge grin breaking out across his face. "Harry? You fucking did it! I don't know how, but Jared just called a truce."
"Nice."
There was a brief silence. Jake cleared his throat. "When? And where?"
Van smiled.