Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 21:06:04 -0800 (PST)
From: john smith <danrafe3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mind Games

This story features sex between two teenage boys.  If this is a subject
that makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now.  Otherwise, enjoy.

Mind Games

Have you ever seen the movie "Star Wars"?  Remember the scene where Obi-Wan
waves his hand at the Stormtrooper and he does what Obi-Wan says?  Well, I
can do something pretty much like that.  I can plant thoughts, suggestions
and urges in people's heads.  They believe that the thoughts I give them
are their own, so they obey them without question, even when this leads to
previously unthinkable or unbelievable actions.  Who, after all, would
disobey himself?

I discovered my power by accident one day on the school bus.  I was sitting
across the aisle and a few rows behind a kid named Tyler, a gorgeous little
hottie I'd been dreaming about the whole year.  To while away the long
ride, I had covered my lap with my backpack and begun to dream up another
fantasy about my favorite boy.  In my mind I had a clear picture of Tyler
on the bus, slipping his hand down his pants and jerking his hot cock until
he flooded his undies with cum.  My eyes had glazed while I was dreaming,
so I didn't notice what was happening until it was over.  In my mind, Tyler
had just coated his hand with a nice creamy load, when back in the real
world I heard a girl shriek "Eeew, gross!  Tyler peed his pants!"  I
blinked and focused on my idol, only to see him staring blankly at his
hand, which dripped with the cum that was now seeping through the front of
his khakis.  I couldn't say who was more shocked, me or him, but when his
stop came he fled the bus in tears.

Over the next few weeks I explored my power whenever I could, testing its
abilities and limits.  I found I could control another person completely by
planting thoughts step-by-step, or I could plant a general idea and let the
person carry it out.  I could also sort of broadcast a general suggestion
to all the people in the area that they should ignore what I don't want
them to see.  I'd like to say that I used my power for good, to help the
helpless and defend the powerless, but I can't.  As you would imagine,
being a teenage boy, I use my power to have fun and get some.  It's the
best way of staying awake in class, too...

"Watch where you're going, dipshit."  I bounced off Eric's shoulder and
into the lockers.  He laughed and kept walking down the hall, keeping up
with his friend Pete.  The two teens were almost twins: about six feet,
both heavily muscled and both with blond hair and blue eyes.  They were, of
course, jocks, and as such had very little regard for anyone smaller or
smarter than themselves.  They were a couple of the biggest sluts in the
school, and were currently fucking their way through the cheerleading team,
trading each girl in when she got too boring or clingy.  Hmm, not bad
looking, even with all those muscles...

***

Eric leaned back in his chair, ready to sleep through another math class.
Since the school had changed to 80 minute classes he had been doing worse
than usual.  No matter how many times he got yelled at, he couldn't even
pretend to pay attention.  Pete was sitting next to him, idly drawing a
girl with giant tits in his assignment pad.  She looks kinda familiar, Eric
thought.  "Who's that", he whispered to Pete.

 "Pam.  The chick who dyked out at Jerry's party last week.  She felt up
some other girl in front of everyone.  Fuckin hot, dude."

"Mister Miller!" the teacher snapped.  "If you're quite through, maybe
you'd like to pay enough attention to score higher than a 42% on your next
test."  The rest of the class laughed as Pete slouched down in his seat,
staring at his drawing.  As the class moved on, he remembered the night of
the party, where he had got Pam trashed.  She and that other girl had
started making out right on the couch, pushing their hands up each others
skirts and fingering their juicy cunts, moaning and squirming... Damn, he
was throwing wood.  Well, he was in the back row, no one would see... He
rested his hand on his crotch and began to squeeze his cock through his
shorts.

Eric had noticed his friend's hand drop to his shorts, and he turned his
head away.  `Horny fucker,' he thought.  Then, as he heard Pete's breathing
quicken, his eyes were drawn back to his friend.  As he watched Pete grope
himself, eyes closed and head back, his own dick began to twitch.  The
muscles on Pete's arm bulged as he started to rub himself harder and
faster.  Eric knew how strong those arms were: he and Pete often wrestled
together on his living room floor.  He noticed that as Pete's arm moved, he
could catch glimpses of his nipple through the arm of his muscle shirt.  It
was dark read and swollen, and Eric knew from the lockerroom showers that
there were no hairs anywhere on that broad chest.  A tuft of hair was
visible at Pete's armpit.  Eric had smelled that musky scent hundreds of
times... His cock was fully hard now, and Pete was openly gripping his
through his shorts.  Eric looked around, worried that someone would notice,
but even the girl sitting on the other side of Pete was concentrating on
the teacher.  He grabbed his own cock, giving it a few tentative rubs as he
watched his friend.

In Pete's mind, Pam had just sucked one of the other girl's nipples into
her mouth.  The urge to masturbate was so strong now that he started to
fumble with his zipper, dragging it down and pulling his cock right out
through the slit in his boxers.  He gathered up the precum dripping from
his cock head and wrapped his hand around his 8 incher.  As he began to
jerk away in earnest, Pam kissed her way down the girl's belly...

Eric had watched Pete's zipper come down with open shock, but when that
beautiful cock with its shining pink head came into view his own cock
pulsed, sending out a wave of precum.  Horrified, he saw a wet spot grow on
his shorts as his cock kept leaking.  As quietly as he could, he yanked
down his own zipper and lifted his cock free.  The slippery fluid was
flowing almost like he was taking a leak.  Trying to keep it off his
shorts, he cupped his palm under the head, but it quickly began to fill up.
His eyes darted around, looking if anyone had noticed he had his cock in
his hand, but no one was paying attention.  It was almost like he and Pete
weren't even in the classroom.  He felt the precum start to overflow and
trickle down the back of his hand.  After another desperate look around, he
lifted his butt off the seat and pulled his shorts and boxers to his knees,
letting his cock drip onto the floor.  A groan from his right brought his
attention back to Pete, who was now rubbing his nipples beneath his shirt.
As Eric watched, Pete's hand stopped jerking long enough for him to pull
his shirt off and drop it on the floor.  Both hands then returned to their
manipulations, leaving Pete's broad, smooth chest open to view.  Eric's
eyes locked onto the nipple that Pete was twisting.  It was angry red and
swollen from the abuse, and it was also the hottest thing Eric had ever
seen.  Pete's blunt, strong fingers worked it roughly, pulling and rubbing
at the hard little nub, and something about the sight drove Eric wild.  He
began to pound his own cock, the flood of precum making it nice and slick.
It also made a mess, his fist flicking droplets onto his bunched up shorts
and even his shoes.  With a little groan of frustration, Eric used his feet
to pry off his shoes and then dropped the shorts to the floor.  He kicked
them under his chair, out of the flow.  He grabbed his slippery cock and
turned back to enjoy Pete's show.

...Pam turned away from the other girl and noticed Pete sitting there.
She smiled slowly and then, keeping her left hand buried between her
friend's legs, slipped her right over to Pete's lap.  She brushed his leg
and he felt her fingers caress his balls through his shorts.  He hooked his
thumbs in his waistband...

Pete's shorts puddled around his ankles and he kicked them clear.  He began
to fondle his balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.  His reddened
nipple glowed against the pale skin of his chest.  Eric licked his lips,
fighting the urge to nuzzle that poor abused tit, lapping at it with his
tongue and nibbling it with his teeth... He couldn't hold back.  He
reached over to his friend, just brushing his chest with his fingertips.
Pete turned slightly toward him, hands still busy on those heavy, hairy
balls.  Eric tweaked Pete's nipple, twirling his fingers around it and
placing his palm over it, cupping and kneading Pete's chest like a woman's
breast.  Pete swiveled in his seat, his sweaty butt making a faint sliding
sound on the metal chair, and ended up facing Eric's seat, his legs spread
open wide.  One hand went to his cock, the other went on top of Eric's,
cradling it against his pec.  Eric's eyes were torn now between Pete's
heavy cock and his luscious tit.  He climbed out of his seat, his hand
still trapped, and edged around between the chair and the wall to kneel
between Pete's legs, staring at the display in front of him.

...Pam leaned her head down to Pete's crotch, taking a deep sniff of the
pungent smell of those plum size balls.  Pete took his hands off his cock
and gripped her head, slowly and firmly guiding it to his straining
prick...

The tip of Pete's cock brushed Eric's lips.  He could feel the warm, fleshy
head drag across his mouth, the gaping slit leaving a thick trail of
precum.  Eric put his hands on the inside of Pete's muscular thighs, trying
to push away, but Pete's grip only tightened.  The blunt head was being
forced almost painfully against Eric's lips, so he surrendered to the
not-unwelcome intruder.  Pete relaxed his grip when his dick found entry,
letting the heavy head rest on Pam/Eric's tongue.  Eric loved the feel of
the massive invader, the satiny head and velvet skinned iron shaft
completely filling his mouth.  The delicious salty taste of precum made his
mouth water, bringing a soft sigh from Pete as he began to feed more of his
cock into its hot, moist new home.  Eric's tongue traced the thick vein on
the underside of the shaft as it forced its way deeper.  The head lodged
against the back of his throat, bringing up a reflexive gag, but the
advance didn't stop.  Eric frantically attempted to swallow, and tried to
angle his head to make more room.  The cockhead was now firmly planted in
what felt like his throat, his lips were hard against Pete's groin, and
Pete's balls were warm, furry weights against his chin.  The hands began to
draw his head back up, and he clamped his lips around the shaft, sucking in
his cheeks.  When his lips reached the rim of the cockhead he spent a few
seconds circling it with his tongue before voluntarily beginning the
downward journey again.

...as Pam established a slow rhythm on his cock, Pete began to feel her
tits through the material of her shirt.  His hands moved up to her collar,
gripped the cloth tightly and tore it easily down the front.  He slipped
his hands under the ragged cover, finding and teasing her nipples.  Her
moaning on his cock was driving him crazy, and he wanted to bury it
someplace a lot warmer and deeper...

Pete's pulled Eric off his cock and stood up, stepping around to Eric's
side.  He pushed Eric over on all fours and dragged him around to face the
front of the room.  Pete knelt behind Eric and began to rub his crack.  The
tips of his fingers brushed Eric's hole, sending a spasm through his body
and down his cock.  The precum poured out of Eric's slit and splashed into
the small puddle that was growing between his legs.  Pete reached down
caught some of the fluid, rubbing it between his fingers and over his
cockhead.  He placed one blunt finger against Eric's hole and began to
push.

...Pam squirmed as Pete fingered her red hot cunt.  It was a lot tighter
than he had thought.  Was she really a virgin?  He bent his finger inside
of her, searching for her clit...

Eric moaned as Pete's finger brushed something inside of him.  The small
lump at the base of his dick was sending waves of pleasure through his
body, waves that doubled when Pete inserted the second finger.  The pain of
the insertion complemented the pleasure, and Eric's balls drew up tight
against his body.  He arched his back and pushed backwards against Pete's
fingers, trying to increase the pressure on his lovenut.  He gasped when
the wonderful fingers abruptly disappeared, and tensed when he felt the
massive head poke begin to strain at his private entrance.  He tried to
force down like he was taking a shit, and with an excruciating burst of
pain the giant head popped in.  Pleasure replaced pain immediately as the
underside of Pete's cock began to rub forward over his prostate.  Pete slid
his cock past the vise grip of Eric's ring until his balls slapped up
against Eric's rigid prick.  He pulled out and pushed back faster, setting
a quick and steady pace.  Pete's thrusts rocked Eric forward on his knees,
and the heavy, rapid pressure on his prostate started the cum boiling up in
his balls.  The slapping sounds of Pete's balls hitting Eric's ass came
quicker as both boys were driven toward the edge.  With a half-stifled
scream Eric's cock exploded, spattering cum over his legs and the floor.
The feel of his friend's ring clamped down in ecstasy was enough to bring
Pete off, and his cock buried spurt after spurt of molten cum deep in
Eric's bowels.  Pete collapsed over Eric's back, letting the boy take all
their weight on his hands and knees.  The two friends knelt there for
endless minutes, until Pete's cock softened enough to slip free.  With it
came a torrent of spent cum, flowing down from Eric's hole, over his balls
and onto the floor.

While Pete began pulling on his discarded clothes, Eric slumped down
against his desk.  He suddenly remembered where they were, and his eyes
darted around in terror, only to find the class now peacefully completing a
workbook assignment.  He scrambled to find his clothes, pulling the shreds
of his shirt around his chest and jamming his legs into his shorts.  He had
just tied his shoes when the bell rang, and the class got up to leave.
Still no one noticed his appearance, and he turned to look at Pete.
Looking at him under half-lidded eyes with a smile of pure contentment,
Pete said "Dude, I must've fallen asleep, I had the best fucking dream:
that girl Pam..." Confused, Eric followed his friend out of the room, the
tattered shirt and the large fresh cum stain on the back of his shorts the
only evidence of what couldn't have just happened.

***

I unfolded myself from the desk in the corner, chuckling softly.  Eric, the
cocksure jock, was now a confirmed man-whore who would do anything to get a
cock up his ass.  Whenever Pete and Eric were together, Pete would relive
that beautifully vivid dream of the virgin Pam, and everyone, as they say,
would live happily ever after.

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