Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2018 17:19:24 +0000 From: Qwik Lub Subject: Prof. XXX's School For Gifted Boys - Magnelito Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between men and boys. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at qwiklub@hotmail.com. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Hi. I'm Mikey. I had a normal life up until I started puberty. Then things got weird. Like really weird. Like adults couldn't keep their hands off me. Ok lemme explain. I'm a normal kid, twelve years old, about 5'3" in my Jordans and maybe 100 lbs. My hair is normally like sandy blond, although lately I've taken to dyeing it like a rainbow and keeping it long so it's almost shoulder length. I love the contrast my hair makes with my green eyes. I'm like your skinny, average white boy with like no real muscles, but I have a hint of a four-pack in my abs. I've been begging my parents to let me join the local gym, but I'm too young. I play U13 football and travel baseball, or at least I did until things got weird, but that was the final straw, not the start. Ok wait, I'm not telling this right. So it's like this. Just around the time of my birthday I had my first wet dream. I didn't know what it was. Only I woke up thinking I had peed the bed. Embarassing! Lucky me, my parents are pretty cool, and we can talk about anything. They explained it meant my body reached puberty, it was changing, and it was all good. Between a couple more nocturnal emissions (as my parents called them) and the way my 6" thing got hard in the shower it wasn't long before I became a regular at jacking off. I hear that pretty much means I'm like every other kid, but maybe I started a little later than some others. What was different was the way adults acted around me, particularly the men. Mr. Reynolds was my sixth grade math teacher, a hulking, bitter, old man who had taught for at least a century. To make matters worse math was definitely my worst subject. I couldn't understand it from day one, and Mr. Reynolds had no patience to teach me. I even asked if I could get extra help. He said he couldn't help me because I was hopeless. If it wasn't for the threat of Saturday detentions I would have skipped his class every day. Instead I sat in the back row miserable and usually had my head on the desk all period. Then one day I felt Mr. Reynolds' hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. I actually flinched at his touch like I thought maybe he might hit me or something. "Mikey? Are you feeling ok? Is something wrong?" What? Is something wrong?!? Like, I've been failing your class for two quarters and this is the first time you've even asked me!!! I was totally confused and just blinked my eyes at Mr. Reynolds, but stayed silent. He went on, "Look. We have a unit test coming up next week and I really want to help you improve your grade. Would you be willing to stay after for some private tutoring?" Wtf??? I think I just got hit by a mushroom in Mario Cart! Mr. Reynolds was finally offering to help me raise my grade! "Uh. Sure. I mean yes, Mr. Reynolds." I had no clue what was suddenly different that I went from hopeless to someone he wanted to tutor. What I did notice was the large smile on his face, and the fact he hadn't taken his hand from my shoulder until he walked away. I stayed sitting up all class wondering what was going on. He called me 'Mikey'. Up until now he always called me 'Michael' or by my last name with a dismissive 'Mister' in front. When the bell rang I got up and followed my classmates to the door. Before I got there Mr. Reynolds reached out to touch my arm. "Right after dismissal. Right here. I'll be waiting." The way he looked at me something jumped in the pit of my stomach. Like, what is happening? Why is he so interested in me all of a sudden? I was pretty distracted the rest of the day. After the final bell I went back to Mr. Reynolds' classroom. Did I tell you it was weird before? Just wait! As soon I got to his door he was waiting for me. "Come in! Come in!", he said like he was very excited to see me. As I went through the door I felt his hand brush ever so lightly across my butt. Whoa! Did that just happen or was it my imagination? Mr. R closed the classroom door and locked it. Wtf? I started to sit down at a desk, but he stopped me. "Oh no! please come back into my office. I have your test on my desk." I didn't understand. In class he told me the test was next week, but he has my test on his desk now? Mr. Reynolds came up to me and put his hand on my back to guide me toward the smaller room attached to his classroom. As we moved there two things happened. First I noticed that the shades were drawn over all the windows, so no one could possibly have seen inside the classroom from either outside or from the hallway, since the door shade was also drawn. Second, his hand slid down my back onto my ass. This time it was a definite contact. He practically used my butt to steer me into his office. Ok yeah, I had only been masturbating a couple of weeks, and I had found some free porn on the internet. But it never entered my brain that a man could want a little kid like me, let alone that Mr. Reynolds was that way. Like, I knew he had a wife and grown children. And why me? I thought he hated me!! I was totally confused and scared about what was happening. He pushed me into his office by my ass while closing and locking that door behind us. Am I going to be murdered? I must have gotten pale and lightheaded because I stumbled and he caught me. "Oh dear boy. Here. I have you. Let me help you. I will do anything for you. Sweet boy." Mr. R. half supported, half carried me over to his chair. It was the only one in the room and he pulled me into his lap after he sat down. He still had one hand firmly on my ass while he reached in front of us to pull a copy of the unit test and a pencil toward us. "Just take the pencil and write what I tell you." I took the pencil and his free hand went between my legs. Holy Shit! My math teacher, the guy I thought hated me all year, is grabbing my junk and my ass! That's when he started to kiss my cheek. I jumped up, or tried to. "No Mikey! Please! Let me hold you. Let me help you. Let me touch you. You are so gorgeous. So beautiful. I've never felt as alive as I do when I see you. Please. I will give you the answer to every test, every quiz, every assignment. Please let me hold you." I yelled, not even thinking whether someone in the next room might hear us. "What the fuck, Mr. Reynolds? You can't do this. I mean like you're my teacher. I could get in trouble!" I was beginning to panic. At the same time I also was beginning to get hard. I mean, like, no one had ever touched my anywhere and this man was grabbing my ass and my dick at the same time. This all was too extra for me to handle. "No wait! Please Mikey. Baby! I will give you an 'A'. I will give you the highest grades from now on. I'll even go back and change your old quarterly grades to 'A'. Just let me hold you and smell you. I've never felt this way before you, awesome boy!" This whole situation was crazy, but I wasn't. My math teacher, the guy I thought hated me, but who now clearly is suddenly somehow like in love with me, the guy who controls my grade for my worst subject, just told me all I had to do to get a 'A' for the year was let him touch my body. All in all that wasn't a bad bargain to my way of thinking. It would get my parents off my back about my grades for sure. My hard dick made the final decision. "Promise I will pass?" I looked him straight in the eyes, and he blushed, but shook his head yes. "OK. You can touch me." It was weird, like I said, but I felt something I had never felt before. I was actually in control of the situation after all. I had some kind of power over this man. Reynolds didn't say anything. He just started kissing me for several minutes. Then he told me exactly what to write for each problem on next week's unit test while feeling all over my body and continuing to kiss me. We had a deal. As fucked up as this thing was, it was working for me. I 'aced' the test. Twice a week I stayed after school for 'tutoring'. I know he wanted me daily, but I also knew everybody would notice, and some of the wrong people would start asking questions. Yet, that was only the beginning of the changes. The next weird event was at the Big Y. I went there with my mom once a week to shop for the family groceries. It was so routine I often walked away from her to find the stuff I wanted, or else just because I was bored. This day, I'm walking around when I hear this voice behind me. "Hey kid. Want some candy?" Being only 12 I didn't know what a cliche that question was. However I turned around to see one of the stock clerks next to me. He was older than me, around 16 I think. Unlike me he was black, muscular even under the baggy uniform of the store, and of course his body was filled out from both his age and his work. "Come on. Follow me and we can have some fun." Without waiting he started walking toward the back of the store looking back only once to make sure I was following. As if! Since he had a bag of assorted M&M's in his hand I didn't ask any questions but just followed along. He led us to the grocery back room and in between some pallets that sort of formed a secluded spot. "Damn, you're all that and a bag of chips!" I wasn't sure just what he meant, but he handed me the bag of M&M's, no chips, and as I got into the candies the grocery boy dropped to his knees and got into my pants. I figured he was going to just rub his hands over my jockeys front and back like Mr. R. However this teen wasn't stopping there. He pulled both my underwear and shorts down in one fell swoop to expose my rapidly hardened dick. What came next blew my mind. He took my cock all the way into his mouth. Now look, ya gotta remember. I was 12 years old, only started wanking a few weeks ago, then was brand new to getting fondled by my math teacher, and suddenly a guy is sucking my dick!?! This was crazy. This was also cool. I didn't last a minute before blowing my little load into his mouth. Of course for me it felt like a big deal, and it was. I was too scared to allow myself to make a sound in this strange setting. He sat back on his heels and kept rubbing my hips and ass as he looked at my still throbbing dick. I could see him swallow and lick his lips. "Damn kid. You are a hottie for sure. I've been waiting to get you alone. My name's Ty. Anything you want; beer, cigarettes, giftcards, anything at anytime, I got you. We can meet outside the store and have a lot more fun if you like." If I like? Are you kidding me? This was nearly as good a deal as Mr. Reynolds. Ty pulled my clothes back up, somehow simultaneously dressing me and feeling me up, snuck me back into the customer area, and I found my mom. She looked relieved to see me again. I guess I was gone longer than I thought. Then she saw the funny expression on my face. "I think I actually like shopping in this store after all.", I said. So like now I have Mr. R spiking my grades and Ty primed to give me anything I want in exchange for allowing him to give me a bj. Disney World had nothing on this shit! I think the effect on my mind and body was starting to spill over. All of the teachers started being nicer to me, even the ones I didn't have. Administrators too. I felt a little extra spring in my step. I still didn't get what had changed. Well no, that's wrong. I knew what had changed for sure. I was becoming a sexual god. I just didn't know why. It was time for a movie to escape and clear my head. Once a month my parents allowed me to use the money I saved from my allowance to go see a new movie by myself. I enjoyed the independence they gave me and the chance to keep up on the things I loved, especially the superhero movies. This time I was particularly attracted to the new Spiderman movie. Watching him shoot his webbing took a whole new meaning with what I was shooting out of my cock. I walked up to the counter to buy a ticket for the IMAX matinee showing. As I was waiting in line a man said, "Hello there. I really like your rainbow hair. Are you going to see Spiderman? I looked him over. He looked like most adults. I nodded yeah and he quickly offered, "Please, let me buy your ticket." "That won't be necessary. I will buy his ticket.", said another man in the line. "You can sit with me you beautiful young man." "Keep your money. I already have his ticket.", said the first guy. "I saw him first!", said the second guy. My head snapped back and forth watching the two of them get into this argument over who would buy my ticket. By now we were at the front of the line and it felt like everybody was looking. I was freakin' embarassed. The young guy behind the counter was watching this increasingly loud exchange and also started to look annoyed. Then he looked at me. I saw his eyes get wide. He turned back to his terminal and punched something in, then a single ticket popped up. He pulled it out of the machine, wrote something on the back, gave me a single, short nod and slid it over to me. His fingers briefly held my hand as he gave me the ticket. I smiled and watched as his face lit up. The two older guys were still arguing over who was buying my ticket and didn't even notice as I walked away to enter the theater. Looking at the back of the tic I saw the counter guy had written a phone number on it. His cellphone, I assumed. More weirdness. But it kinda felt ok like I was some sort of celebrity. I didn't have to spend a dime with all these guys wanting to do things for me. I went to the snack bar to buy some popcorn. A man next to me offered to buy it for me, but the guy serving said it was on the house. Such weirdness. Such power. I took the free popcorn and went inside. I found a nice spot dead center to enjoy the screen. I was there for only a few minutes watching the trailers, then all these guys started changing their seats to sit next to me. At first it seemed to be one or two, then it was lots of guys, a few even leaving their wives or girlfriends where they were to sit closer to me. I was literally surrounded by males of all ages from teens on up. I saw the two guys who argued over my ticket enter and look at the crowd around me in obvious frustration. This was starting to feel less than cool. Fortunately, no more arguments broke out. We all sat quietly as the movie started, but I could feel many pairs of eyes watching me as much as the screen. The two guys sitting on either side of me each slid a hand onto my legs, gently squeezing or rubbing me. I began to panick wondering what was going to happen when the movie was over. I knew I needed to get out of there first before who knows what took place. I stood up. "Wait beautiful! Where are you going? What do you need? I can help you. Please can I help you? Let me go with you." All these voices at once was too much. I couldn't even tell who said what as they spoke over each other. I yelled out, "Who wants to hold my popcorn until I get back?" Then I threw the bag into the air. It was pandemonium as at least a dozen guys all jumped to catch the bag or falling pieces. I used the confusion to run into the aisle and down the stairs. I heard other men starting to get out of their seats to follow me. I ran like a demon was chasing me, right out of the theater, down the escalator and into the mall. There were definitely men running after me. In desperation I ducked into the next store on my right and ran right into a woman. She caught me. "Oh dear! What in the world?", she asked. My words came out in a breathless rush. "Please lady you gotta help me. All these men are trying to be next to me, and touch me, and I don't know what!" She looked at me, my face in her hands, heard the sound of running feet, and swiftly, quietly brought me further into the store to put me in a changing booth. She put a single finger to her lips. I stayed quiet while she went back onto the sales floor. I could hear voices, some definitely male, and her voice answering although I couldn't make out the actual conversation. After what seemed an eternity, she returned and opened the booth. "It's safe now. The men have moved on. I can see why they want you. You are a very, very attractive boy. Women know how you feel. All men are horny scum." She smiled. I could only shake my head in agreement. She led me out and through the back of the store into hallways behind the mall stores to an exit. "This goes directly outside so you won't have to go back through the mall and have men bothering you. Maybe when you are a little older and ready, I will be here to help you more." She pulled me into a tight embrace, burying my face in her ample tits, and kissed my head. "Stay safe, beautiful boy." She kissed me and pushed me through the door. I half walked, half ran all the way home and locked myself in my room when I got there. What the fuck was going on? Why were men so drawn to me that they would even start arguments over me? And yeah the lady saved me from who knows what, but even she wanted to hit on me! This was weird beyond crazy. From that point on I stayed to myself for a few weeks. Yes, I still had my twice weekly 'tutoring' sessions with Mr. R, and my weekly visits to the Big Y and Ty's inviting mouth was starting to build up my collection of iTunes gift cards. But I avoided the movies, the mall, or anywhere there were lots of men around. Then baseball season started up. I was on a travel team. Being naturally athletic I easily made the team and made sure to put in 100% at every practice. With my speed I was a natural for short stop or even the outfield. Although my arm wasn't especially strong I made up the difference by my speed in covering the outfield. But when it came to game time, the coaches seemed reluctant to give me any playing time. I ddn't know why. I was trying to prove myself with every chance I had. Yet they kept me on the bench. They would have me sit next to them and hold the clipboards or keep stats. I thought we had an assistant manager for that, but it became my full time job. After a while I began to realize they were more interested in having me next to them than in my playing ability. I started to get pissed about my ability to attract men. This wasn't working out the way I wanted. I decided to try and use my ability to my advantage. During one game I was next to Coach Eric, holding the clipboard as usual. I moved closer so our legs were touching. "Gee coach, it would really mean a lot if I could get some playing time." "In time, Mikey. All in time.", he said "But I've really been training hard." I got closer still, took his hand and placed it on my thigh. "I would even come by for additional private practice, if I could get more playing time right now." Coach looked at his hand on my thigh, looked at my face, and paractically jumped out of his skin he got up so fast. Our team was at bat so it was a simple thing for him to switch me with the next outfielder in the batting rotation. The other two coaches started to object, but Coach Eric cut them off. Even so every coach patted my butt when I went to bat, again when I returned to the dugout, yet again when I went out on the field, and when we came back in. Ok so now I was learning how to use this to my advantage. So far so good. My playing time went up dramatically, although it pissed off some of the other kids on the team as my time came at their expense. Then came our first overnight travel game. It started badly with the coaches arguing over who was going to drive me. We had a couple of parent volunteers also driving and one of the fathers, Mr. Craig, insisted he would take me along with the equipment. More weirdness in that I rode alone with him and the equipment while his own son rode with one of the coaches. This time I wasn't surprised when Mr. Craig's hand found its way onto my thigh and basically stayed there rubbing all the way to where we were staying. I didn't resist. Instead I just spread my legs and let his hand wander all over my package and thighs. I figured I'd get something out of this eventually. He even managed to turn the wheel with one hand so he didn't have to stop touching me. I wondered if he touched his son like this or was it only me that made men behave this way? Coach Eric had made the room arrangements at the motel where we would spend the night. Most of the kids were bunked three or four to a room. It turns out I was the only kid assigned to room with Coach Eric and Mr. Craig. Hmmm. Obviously I was going to get something alright. I wondered how much money they had, after all the new PS4 was out and if letting them have fun meant a new console and unlimited games well... like everybody has his price, right? Once everyone was settled into our rooms and the next day's game schedule and practice was reviewed we all went to our rooms. As soon as we were in the room Coach Eric took me in his arms. "Lovely Mikey, you need a shower. Let us help you get ready." Coach and Mr. Craig immediately began stripping me and touching me every where. I was soon naked, and hard of course. Somehow both men got themselves naked and maneuvered all three of us into the shower. They were all over me like white on rice. It felt like eight hands were bathing me. I admit I enjoyed being the center of attention. I also have to admit I took a liking to feeling their big hard dicks while they fondled me. This was another first for me. The shower ended, and they had just finished more or less drying me off and moving us back between the beds when I heard the door click and the other two coaches came in. Now there were four men touching and rubbing my young body. I felt a mouth close on my tool and start sucking me even better than Ty. I was laid back on the bed and someone put his hard dick in my mouth. I had no experience sucking dick of course, but that didn't seem to matter to him. My legs were raised and another man started licking my asshole. The sound of slapping flesh and the smell of male hormones filled the air. I was lost in a sexual fog right up until I heard the sceaming. Mrs. Abrams was the other parent chaperone. Apparently she was wondering where the men had gone. She used a spare key the chaperones had to each of our rooms to unlock the door and walked in on this four man, one boy orgy. She was horrified to say the least. There was no stopping events as she immediately ran to the front desk to have them call the police. The other coaches ran to their rooms and Coach Eric, Mr. Craig and I were fully clothed before hotel security or the police arrived. Parents were called, my teammates were angry, puzzled, and Mr. Craig's son gave me a look that clearly said he knew this was all my fault. I was sure he was not alone in that opinion. A policeman asked me what happened and I told him I didn't know. That was as much as I could say and as honest as I could be. My parents didn't let me answer any more questions or give a statement. They just put me in the car. On the way home they asked me to tell them what happened. I told them everything, not only about the baseball team, but also about the movies, and Ty, and even Mr. R. "Oh my gawd!", said mom. "Holy shit. That's hot!", said Dad. Mom gave Dad a glare. Dad was shocked by his own reaction. "I'm sorry honey, I mean it's just.. well... I... since Mikey hit puberty there has been something different about him. Something powerfully attractive. It's almost supernatural. I've even found myself thinking about him while you and I are having sex. Mom's mouth fell open in a silent scream and she practically drove us all off the road at that. "I can't believe this is happening. Why? What does this mean?", I cried. An awkward silence fell over the car for the rest of the trip home. I didn't go back to school after that. I was too embarassed, and mom and dad weren't willing to let me out of their sight. Well especially mom anyway. She didn't let dad be alone with me even for a second. Finally after a few days the doorbell rang. My parents figured it was the police, who repeatedly had been calling asking to talk to me about the travel incident. They kept saying 'no' as they knew the whole thing was way beyond weird, and even dangerous. There were anonymous calls to the house calling me all kinds of dirty names, and an equal number asking to meet me. Dad went to answer the door. After several minutes he called mom and me into the living room. There with him was a distinguished looking man sitting in a wheel chair without wheels. It seemed to hover somehow. He was bald on top, but had a fringe of grey and silver hair pulled back into a long braided pony tail. His shirt was white with a high collar under a black jacket of some expensive looking material. Standing behind him was a very muscular, fit, black man about 6'4" with broad shoulders wearing what looked like a chauffer's outfit, but made of a skin tight leather. His package was huge. My dad was sitting on the sofa across from them. Mom and I joined him with me sitting in the middle. "Hello Michael, Ma'am. I am Professor Priapus of the Institute for the Discovery and Advancement of Human Potential, or more colloquially called the IDP. At the IDP we have learned that human beings are entering a new phase of development, really a new evolution of the species which we have labeled as homo satyriens . As we locate individuals displaying certain characteristics of this advanced evolution, we meet with them and their families to offer understanding, support, training, and further education. In turn this helps us to better understand where humanity is and what we are becoming. I believe Michael is one of the new breed. Clearly he has incredible powers over the feelings of men. When I saw the news reports of what allegedly happened with your baseball team I began to check around for other evidence, and as we now know there is plenty of that." I swallowed hard. Mom put her arm around my shoulders and held me closer. The Professor continued. "Please do not be alarmed. We are not with any government agency or law enforcement." The professor looked me directly in my eyes. "I know you did not mean to cause any of this. It is simply your gift that when men are around you give off a chemical scent, pheromones, that cause men's testosterone levels to double or triple. They cannot help but be attracted to you, and more. This effect occurs with anyone who has sexually matured, but espcially with men who have no other ready sexual relief. Let me further speculate that all this started with you beginning puberty, yes?" Mom, dad, and I all nodded our heads in unison. This guy seemed like really smart and knowledgeable. So it wasn't my imagination. I had some kind of special power over men? Cool! At least I thought it could be cool sometimes. Then I thought about the disaster I had unleashed giving into their uncontrolled desires. Desires I had created. I felt guilty as all sin. "But wait! What about all those men, my coaches, and teacher, and... well everybody. They're still in trouble with the law. And it's because of me!", I blurted out. The professor face took on a bright smile. His expression kind of hinted he had already anticipated that. "I have lawyers already working on that. It won't do to have all those men suffering for something they could not control. Plus I don't believe anyone here wants the world to know about your gift. Most people are not ready to understand and might be fearful. However there is legal precedent to making this go away. As long as your parents refuse to allow you to testify, because of the psychological harm it would cause to you, the prosecutors will never be able to move against anyone. I am also a medical doctor, and if your parents are willing to place you under my care I am prepared to write a medical statement to that effect. As for Mrs. Abrams, she can be convinced that perhaps she was mistaken in what she thought she saw. Who knows whether you just came out of the shower, or were on your way in, while the coaches were planning the next day's game? She may claim you were all naked, but if four men say everyone was fully clothed, it's their collective word against hers. Were you all actually naked, or was that her unconcious desire? Who knows? Certainly the league and the families want this matter resolved in the most, um, sensitive manner. This whole thing could be made to go away in a matter of days. My parents gave an audible sigh of relief at the thought. Mom spoke up. "What about Michael? What about this thing that keeps men coming after him? He won't be safe anywhere!" The Professor gave her a reassuring smile. "We have a place where Michael, and youth like him, can be safe and learn to control their abilities while gaining a world class education. It is part of the IDP called the School for Gifted Boys and Men. I assure you Michael will be well cared for while he grows into a powerful young man able to protect and provide for himself. The tuition is paid for by a trust fund, so there is no cost to you for Michael to enroll." "Yeah. That sounds like the kind of place I want to be. I can't go back to school. Everybody already thinks I'm some kind of freak." I jumped to my feet to face my parents. " I wanna be with kids like me who won't think I'm weird!" It was my dad that pulled me back down into his lap and hugged me. Mom didn't protest, but moved closer to hug both of us. My parents and the Professor continued talking, asking and answering all kinds of questions. Finally they agreed to let me go. I told you my parents were cool. I quickly ran to my room, packed a suitcase with clothes, toiletries, and my game console back pack, then came downstairs to hug and kiss my parents. "I promise I will call you.", I said. The chauffer walked out ahead of us carrying my belongings. Outside was a black, Lexus stretch S.U.V. He opened the gull wing door and the Professor glided inside still in his chair. I turned and ran back to my parents on the porch to give them each another hug and kiss, then I entered the vehicle. I can't even describe what the inside looked like. Everything was dark leather with a XXX brand on it. There was seating for like 10-15 people, a full bar, tv screen, telephone and controls to who knows what. The sound of dance music was coming from everywhere, but I didn't even hear the driver's door close or the sounds of anything outside. "Please make yourself comfortable.", said the Professor. "I intend to do the same." He removed the blanket that had been covering his legs and got out of the chair to sit on the couch. Now I knew why he was in that chair with the blanket. It wasn't because he couldn't walk. It was because he had the biggest dick and balls I'd ever seen on a human being. His pants were actually like a version of cowboys' chaps with the material covering the legs, but the crotch wide open. Hell his junk would make a horse proud! The thing was easily foot long or more and was rising like a python about to strike. His nuts were each the size of grapefruit and the ballsac hung halfway to his knees. But it wasn't just his size. His junk literally glowed and I was mesmerised. Ironically I felt so attracted to the Professor's jewels I wondered if this was the way I affected all those guys who wanted me? He spoke again like he was reading my mind. "You do have quite a power. It was not easy to keep from getting an erection sitting across from you. But now there is no need for modesty. Come closer. You can touch it. I know you want to." I don't know what it was, something in his voice maybe, or something in my head, but yeah I couldn't resist getting my hands around that glowing, monster cock. It felt superwarm to the touch. I couldn't wrap my fingers completely around it, even with two hands, so I just traced my fingers along the thick veins. My tongue followed. "Good boy." Hearing the Professor's sensuous voice was all it took for me to try and take that ginormous phallus in my mouth. My enthusiasm got me as far as the head. I was transported to someplace else. I don't know where or how it happened, but suddenly I knew for sure I loved cock. All the guys who had hit on me since I reached puberty were nothing compared to where I was now. They all had served me, but now I was serving the man who I knew was my new teacher, my special master. I loved his dick. I loved his power. I loved how his glowing genitalia drew me in and filled me with energy. Holy shit! Am I gay? It really didn't matter. This glowing cock is all I want. I was so lost in the professor's junk it took awhile for me to realize the chauffer was inside with us. I dimly wondered who was driving the car, but it didn't matter. I also took note that somehow I was completely naked by this time. The black man had his hands all over my ass and was putting a lubed finger up inside me. My ass was still virgin despite the activities of the last several weeks. However the professor seemed to be inside my head making it ok, even enjoyable. "You are now a part of my special team of boys and men I call the XXX. You may call me Professor XXX. This is Bradford. His XXX name is Black Diamond. Show Michael why you have your name." The chauffer stood up, yes there was enough room in this overlarge SUV, and removed the cup from his uniform. Similar to what the Professor wore this man's heavy junk was fully exposed. His cock quickly rose to full hardness, but a hardness unlike anything I could ever have imagined. I put my hand on it and he was beyond rock hard. The only thing I could compare it to was in science class when they told us diamonds are the hardest substance in the world. I got why he had this name. Then I got scared. "Umm, P-p-professor, aaaam I g-g-gonna get f-f-f-fucked by D-d-d-diamond?", I stammered so hard I could barely get the words out. "Oh no dear boy. Not yet. You have the power of attraction, but you do not have the kind of powers that could handle Diamond. You will need a great deal of training to come close to handling him, or me for that matter. But we are very patient. Soon you will meet other gifted boys, including some with unique gifts that can easliy handle even our enormous endowments. For now you need only to learn to embrace your power and appreciate all that male sex has to offer our world." With that Diamond inserted a second lubed finger into my butt and found a spot that gave my whole body a rush. At the same time he began sucking my dick. They manouvered me so that I was now on the couch, naked and spread eagle with the Professor on his knees straddling my chest, hands on my head and gently guiding only the first few inches of his fantastic phallus into my stretched mouth. I don't know how long we went on with this 3-way, but I felt myself blowing my load as the Professor was flooding my mouth. Gawd his jizz was delicious, even though I had no experience to compare. The Professor pulled off of me, Black Diamond swallowed my load, then stood up and jetted his nut all over my body. I was covered in his cum. He didn't say anything, but just smiled, took a picture of me with his phone, then handed me a towel he pulled from somewhere. Flicking a switch the door of the SUV swung open and he walked out. "Come dear boy. It's time we are on our way." The Professor followed Black Diamond through the door, neither covering themselves. I followed, but held onto the towel, unsure where we were. As soon as I stepped out I realized why Diamond wasn't driving. The SUV was parked in a smallish hanger. The SUV's wheels were in some clamps that held it in place. I saw some normal sized cars and motorcycles secured nearby. I followed them men up the stairs a few flights and through some corridors to what had to be the flight deck. I realized we were in an huge aircraft. Diamond walked forward into the cockpit area and put on a headset, then started manipulating controls. The Professor and I stood behind and looked through the windows as the engines powered up and the bird began to rise from the ground. I gasped out loud watching the ground drop away. I had never been on an airplane, let alone anything like this. "Welcome to Team XXX, kid. This is how we roll.", said Diamond with a laugh. "What will be the name of our newest member, Professor?" "Given his power to attract men like a sex magnet, I think it will be Boy Magnet. No wait. Magnelito. Little male magnet. Yes that's it. Magnelito." I replied with the only words I had. "Fuckin' weird! And cool!" The Professor pulled my naked body close and said, "The adventure is just beginning."