Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 00:46:10 -0400
From: Jason Simm <psuwxguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Have a Drink - Part 3

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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