Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2023 18:43:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Thomas Hayes Subject: The Mage's Tale Chapter 8 The Mage's Tale Chapter 8 I went to bed, too tired to try anything else that night. I could hear Dad fucking Mom below me, once again a bit jealous of her. When I got up and went to school the next day, I decided to try and find out who the mystery coach was. I figured I should at least know his name if I was packing his dick in my underwear. I asked one of the guys on the football team who he was, and was told offhandedly that his name was Coach Ferris. "Ferris," I thought to myself, "I find myself curious about you, and your life." From what I could tell, he was also married, but couldn't really get any more details. Trying to push for more would definitely have sparked curiosity as to why I cared. Beyond that, I wondered what I was going to do to engineer the circumstances of trying out my new multiple orgasm spell. Given what little I knew of it, I was going to have to bottom. This led to a dilemma, since Eric didn't like topping much, and I didn't want Dad to know that I was fucking Coach Davis as well. Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone and seduce one of the football players. It would allow me to see more of Ferris in person also. Yes, that could work. The problem was, of course, that I didn't think any of the football players liked guys. That was going to be a tough obstacle. When I got home that afternoon, I went to my room to try and find a target among the football players. I undressed, borrowed cock already semi-hard, and got on my bed to scrye. I knew the chances were slim, but I needed to see what I was working with. Starting with the quarterback and working my way through the team, I found that most of them weren't doing much of note, so I had to mentally strip them to see their bodies. They were all fit and muscular, of course, which got me going fiercely. Ferris' hooded cock was fully hard between my legs, but I ignored it until I found something more substantial. I was about to give up when I noticed that one of the players had an older brother. The two brothers were talking, and in the background I could clearly see posters of hot guys on the older brother's wall. Bingo! I shifted my scrye to the brother. He wasn't as muscular, but was definitely more mature, with a face full of stubble and hairy arms. I was about to mentally strip him when he obliged me himself. He pulled up porn on his computer, and . . . yes! He typed in "bareback" on the search bar for the porn site. Having found what I needed, I could have stopped right there, but I didn't. I had become something of a voyeur since learning this spell, and wanted to watch this man blow his load. He reclined in his chair and started rubbing his dick, which seemed pretty average, from what I could tell. Uncut, but with less foreskin than the dick I had in my hands. His dick was a bit bigger than Ferris' but not as big as Derek's or even Jack's. I watched him run his fingers up the shaft, tease the foreskin, then slide back down. As the porn picked up (he'd made a good choice in the video, too), he started jacking off in earnest, sliding the skin up and down mesmerizingly. I absentmindedly started to do the same, but when the cool air hit Ferris' cockhead, I was nearly jolted out of the spell. It felt so cold! I tentatively touched the exposed glans and immediately had to stop. It felt great, but also painfully sensitive. I tore myself away from the spell to see this. The cock head was fully hard, but was very red, smooth, and glossy. I knew that I wanted to touch it more, maybe try some lube, but for now I pulled the foreskin back up to cover it. I contented myself to play with the long stretchy skin, using the pre-cum I was oozing to lube my fingers as I teased the inside of it. Holy shit! This was almost as good as normal fapping! I brought my other hand to cup the balls and play with the shaft skin as I approached orgasm from this. I felt it coming, my balls started to clench up, but I wasn't ready yet. I pushed my balls back down and held them there, as I eased up on the teasing, pulling back from the brink. I laid there, teasing and easing for what felt like years, but was at least two hours before I simply had to cum. I couldn't take it anymore. Right as I was nearing the edge and about to sail past it, I heard Dad come in the front door downstairs. "Johnny!" he called to me. Hearing his voice made me explode in a long, multiple spurt orgasm that left my legs shaking and my chest and belly painted white. "Johnny, could you come down here?" Dad called to me. "Coming, Dad!" I yelled back, smiling at the irony of that statement, as I was indeed still cumming a bit. I cleaned up as best I could quickly, and went downstairs. Dad seemed to have news for me. "Johnny, do you remember your Uncle Pete? Your mother's half-brother? The one with the ranch upstate?" "Yeah, I suppose," I responded, not really know where this was going. "Well it seems like he passed away last week. He left his ranch and all the animals to your mother. Which is a bit surprising since they weren't close. Hell, we haven't seen him in years. Regardless, we will be taking a trip this weekend up there to look at the property and try to figure out what to do with it. The fieldhands are taking care of the place in the meantime." I was floored by this information, and I knew I would have to put the plans I had on hold for a bit. But I also realized that I would be going somewhere where nobody knew me and I could sow some wild oats, assuming I could get away for a few hours. Later that night, I decided to return Ferris' cock to him. The extreme sensitivity was fun and novel, but I definitely wanted to do more than skinjobs, so I needed a more appropriate cock. Plus I had gotten used to the heavy weight of Derek's cock and balls. I was leaning towards keeping them long term, and was starting to think of them as mine, not Derek's. When I scryed Ferris, he was once again reclined on a couch with his (or rather, Derek's) cock out. I was unsurprised this time to see the dog, though it seemed reluctant to lick the strange cock, and was instead tonguing the hairy ballsack. It bobbed up and down sexily with each lick, but it seemed like Ferris was dissatisfied with this. He shifted down on the couch, and the dog took this opportunity to go further south. The dog went all in on the studly man's asshole, taking long, deep licks into the pucker. Ferris moaned, and jerked Derek's cock at the same time. Now seemed as good as time as any. I invoked my magic, focusing on the erect dick front and center in my mind's eye. When I snapped back, Ferris' original cock was back on his body, and he immediately changed his methods back to what they were the first time I saw him. The dog noticed the shift a second or so later, then barked and immediately went to town on the foreskin. Ferris lasted a surprising amount of time after this, likely since I had cum from his cock not too long ago. I took this opportunity to look at the dog again. I could tell he was now enjoying himself, as the now familiar scent and taste of his master's cock was making his own cock hard again. I watched, fascinated as the dog's pink cock slowly pushed out of the deceptively small sheath. I realized, suddenly, that I had sensed that bit about the scent and taste turning him on through empathy. I could sense the dog's emotions just like I did with men! This thought turned me on even more, and I began masturbating my cock furiously as I watched this dog please his master. The thought that he was doing it with no expectation of reward other than his master's cum, and that it was turning him on to please his master so was making me painfully hard. My hand raced up and down my cock, blurring as the fapping became audible. Even though I had just started, I felt ready to cum. Ferris came first, and the sheer joy I felt from the dog as he tasted his salty reward made me erupt just as forcefully as I had earlier. I came and came, much more than I would have thought. Even after I was done shooting cum, I kept orgasming for several seconds. I was a sticky mess. One thing stuck with me after this. I had the same empathic link with male dogs, perhaps any male as I did with men. And I was going to a ranch upstate this weekend.