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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #2

Once I rounded everyone up for cake and ice cream, I got them seated around the kitchen table just as my foster mom walked in, carrying my birthday cake. It was a `Despicable Me' cake featuring two minions holding up a big number `14' candle in the center. The top of the `1' and `4' of the candle was lit and flickering brightly as Beth turned off the kitchen lights. Then, everybody started singing the dreaded "Happy Birthday Song", all off-key of course, to make doubly sure that I'd remember this day forever. The way things had already been going, it wasn't the song that was going to ensure that I'd never forget this day. Despite the sour sounding choir of voices, the cake looked like it was going to be good and I tried to focus my attention on food! When the song was over, my foster mom set the cake down on the kitchen table in front of me so I could make the traditional wish and blow out the dual-wick candle.

Food was the very thing I needed in order to keep my mind off the tremendous horniness I was feeling. At least, that's what I thought. I looked around the darkened room and then made my wish. I wished that my new psychic powers would grow to be a blessing and not a curse. I blew out the two flames of the candle that had illuminated the room, and then everything went dark. The afterglow of the candlewicks slowly faded and everyone cheered.

In the darkness, I felt a little awkward as I psychically sensed all the eyes in the room were looking at me. At first, it seemed normal enough being the center of attention. But as they continued to look at me in their minds eye with strange and expectant gazes, it was like they were all expecting to me to guide them or command them. It was almost like they were a bunch of genies in a bottle, waiting with deep desire to be summoned from their resting place for the specific purpose of granting me my most erotic wishes.

Beth turned the lights back on and broke my momentary trance as I made the first cut in the cake, which I was told is also an important tradition at any birthday party. Then I passed the knife to my foster mom who took over. She then brought the cake over to the counter where she cut the cake into small squares and placed single slices on the colorful party plates I had picked out at Party City. Next, my foster mom passed the plates to Beth as she added a scoop of ice cream to each plate and then began passing them around the table to each party guest. I was very glad that I had invited Beth. She was a good, level headed friend that turned out to be very instrumental in helping my party be the success it had been so far.

Beth and my foster mom remained standing at the counter as they began to pour cups of fruit punch for everybody. As everyone waited for the punch to be passed around, and before they began to devour their cake and ice cream, I looked around the table at all my friends who still seemed to be waiting for me to command them.

As I allowed my mind to wander, I began to think wicked thoughts. As I looked at their faces and peered into their eyes, I slipped back into the psychic zone and I temporarily forgot about the cake and ice cream. I started to fantasize about what it would be like if they all began making out with each other for my amusement.

Even though I hadn't known them all that long yet, I had come to regard Carl Sanderson and Freddie Grant as my two best friends. They were sitting across the table from each other, looking very cute and sexy as usual.

Carl had a very boyish face for a fourteen year old. He had the cutest dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He had sandy blonde hair that grew into a single curly wave across his head from left to right. His powder blues eyes, along with his broad smile lit up the room in the same way that my birthday candles had done to the room just a few minutes ago.

Freddie, on the other hand, was much more mature looking, even though he was still only thirteen. His brown eyes, long eye lashes and jet black hair seemed to drip with sex appeal and his devilish grin made him irresistible.

I suddenly caught myself drifting deeper into my trance and instantly stopped myself, realizing what I had done. Wanting to see them make out was a stray and horny thought at best, but then I realized that I may have made another terrible mistake.

I was about to find out that even an innocent little thought could turn into a substantial subliminal suggestion. It spread like wildfire amongst my unsuspecting party guests before I could think of a way to stop it. The inhibitions that are normally present to prevent a person from doing things which they consider inappropriate had somehow got suppressed in the process. The susceptible young minds of my horny party guests began to act upon my hypnotic suggestion. Once a suggestion like that is made and takes hold, it kind of takes on a life of its own and I had not yet learned how to control the consequences.

Well, sure enough, the next thing I knew, Freddie took a finger full of frosting from his cake, turned to Rudy Kaiser, who was the boy sitting right next to him and wiped it across his cheek.

"What did you do that for?" Rudy barked in anger.

"I'm sorry," Freddie apologized. "Here, let me clean that up for you!"

Then, to everybody's surprise, Freddie leaned over to Rudy, extended his tongue as far out as he could, and began to lick the frosting right off Rudy's cheek.

A long winded "Woo..." came from all around the table as everyone watched the unexpected sight. Nothing like that had ever happen to Rudy before, so he just froze, not knowing what to do as Freddie freely devoured his handiwork from Rudy's face. Freddie and Rudy had momentarily become the center of attention as Rudy began to submit to Freddie's will, all being spurred on by the crowd's titillating ovations.

Not to be outdone, Carl then turned to Jessie, the boy next to him and started teasing him in much the same way. Jessie swallowed a deep breath as Carl began slurping at his own original handiwork.

Another long winded "Woo..." came from all around the table as things started heating up and getting completely out of hand.

"You're not enjoying your cake and ice cream," David Doyle said to Michael Kevin Carver. "I think you'll enjoy it more this way!"

David then took his plate of cake and ice cream and dropped the entire contents into Michael's crotch, causing him to jump up out of his seat in total shock.

"What the hell!" Michael cried out.

"Did I do that?" David melodically sang out. "Now that looks delicious!"

That's when David went way over the top and shocked everyone around the table. He started licking his dropped treat directly off of Michael's crotch, making Michael gasp with surprise. David's actions caused Michael to sprout a pretty hefty boner, right where David was munching, causing his pants to noticeably tent outward. Since Michael was standing up while David licked and slurped at his crotch, Michael's obvious boner now became the center of attention. Up to that point, it all seemed so innocent and fun loving, but David and Michael had definitely crossed the line from being harmless and inoffensive to being sexually suggestive and gauche. In a matter of moments, the room ignited into a no holds barred, cake flinging free-for-all.

The next thing I knew, Nick Finney pulled me over to him and shared his cake and ice cream with me by first, stuffing his own mouth full and then `tongue feeding' me his gift, the way a mother bird might feed her young. Shortly after that, as much as I struggled to keep my composure, I lost all control again and popped another unwanted erection. At that very second, I experienced a psychic energy burst as handfuls of cake and ice cream got thrown about the room. I unknowingly reached out to touch every boy in the room at once, which seemed to be involuntarily triggered by my sudden arousal.

I didn't think that such a thing was possible, but it started making sense to me now. As I briefly glanced inside each of my friend's minds, the one overwhelming thing I could sense was their irresistible desire for sex. Every boy in the room had now sprung a rock solid boner and our cake flinging food fight seemed to fuel our escalating erotic behavior. In fact, there were all kinds of ass-grabbing and face licking going on all around the kitchen table.

That's when I realized that we were having more than a typical food fight. It was more like a sensually erotic food orgy. Beth and my foster mom stood at the counter completely unscathed and watched in horror as they managed to avoid getting sucked into the chaos. All the boys in the room had gotten involved in one erotic way or another and in no time at all, we each got enough cake and ice cream slathered into every sexually erogenous zone possible. Just when I thought it couldn't escalate any further, Carl stuffed a handful of cake down the front of Jessie's pants.

"Stop!" my foster mom yelled at the top of her lungs. "I know boys will be boys, but this has gone far enough!"

All the boys around the table, including myself, froze in place as if we had been rudely awakened from a totally hot wet dream. Carl quickly pulled his hand free from Jessie's pants and blushed as if he'd been caught naked.

"All eight of you, march straight upstairs to Simon's room and take off all your soiled clothes," my foster mom ordered. "You better take it all off. I don't want a single one of you going home with so much as a hint of food on you." Then she turned to me and continued, "Simon, you gather everyone's clothes together and put them outside your door. I'll go up in a few minutes and get them and I'll leave off some wet and dry towels so that you guys can get yourselves cleaned up. Then I want all of you to stay in Simon's room until I have a chance to clean this ridiculous mess you all made. When I get your clothes all washed and dried, I'll send them back up and you can all get re-dressed and come back down to the party. While you're waiting, I suggest you all reflect on what has happened here!"

We all looked at each other in disbelief, as if we didn't know how we had gotten in this situation. Carl kept staring at his hand that he had just used to smear the cake on poor Jessie's dick and balls, as if someone else had been controlling it.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" my foster mom barked. "Get going!"

We all gathered ourselves together, still dazed from the event and carefully ascended the stairs to my bedroom, whispering and chatting all the way, trying hard not to dirty anything as we went. I ushered the guys into my room and closed the door. My bed was the only place to sit in my room, so everyone except me took a place on the edge, encircling my bed.

A hush fell over the room while everyone began to remove their food encrusted clothing, all continuing to move in a slow, trancelike fashion. All the shirts and pants came off easily enough, but when it came to the underwear, things came to a stop. Everyone's inhibitions had now kicked back in. It was interesting where we all chose to draw the line. Apparently, throwing food and licking clothed crotches and even stuffing cake down someone's pants was okay. Even stripping down to our underwear to remove our soiled clothes was okay, but getting butt naked in front of our school mates was not.

"Dang, Jessie, your underwear's a mess. You're going to have to take them off to get them washed too," Carl said. "I'm really sorry I did that. It was like... I couldn't help myself."

Jessie looked down at his underwear, and with everyone in the room staring, he started to get a boner. He immediately covered himself with both hands.

"Mine are a big mess, too," Michael groaned and then looked over to David. "I can't believe you smeared cake and ice cream on me like this!"

"Sorry! I know that was weird. I just got this urge to do it. I guess you're going to have to get naked too, like Jessie," David teased.

"No way!" Jessie complained.

"That's not fair," Michael added. "We're not going to be the only ones who have to take off our underwear, are we, Jessie?"

"Definitely not." Jesse agreed.

"Well, you guys are just going to have to," I spoke up. "Your underwear's a huge mess. I even got some on my waistband too. Besides, my mom did say to take `All' our clothes off. I'm pretty sure she meant our underwear too. Maybe I could lend you some of mine to wear."

"Nuh-uh!" Jessie exclaimed. "No way! I aint wearing someone else's underwear. Gross Man!"

"Yeah. Gross!" Michael agreed. "I say, if we have to take ours off, then all of you have to take yours off. It's only fair. Besides, Carl's are a little messed up too."

The others complained about taking their underwear off since they didn't feel the need to, especially Carl, who reached down and gripped the waistband of his underwear to prevent anyone from grabbing at them.

"What the hell," Freddie stated, standing up and facing us all. "It's no big deal!"

He then grabbed both sides of his boxers and whipped them down, stepping out of them and tossing them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I was in awe of Freddie's hefty dick and dangling balls and I struggled to hold my composure. He proudly placed both hands on his hips, allowing everyone to get a real good look.

"We're all boys here, right?" he stated. "It's not like Beth can see what we're doing up here. Besides, we all got the same equipment down here, don't we?"

Freddie pointed directly at his dick with both hands, remaining amazingly calm as everyone's eyes lingered and stared at his most prized possession.

"No, we didn't all have the same equipment as Freddie's big one!" I remember thinking to myself.

I knew mine was similar, but I guessed Carl and the others were self-conscious about their lack of development. Perhaps that was the reason why they held firmly against taking it all off.

"Come on you guys," I remarked. "We have to be fair about this. Everyone take off your underwear. They have to get washed too like my mom said. Off they go!"

I took a deep breath, stood next to Freddie and pulled mine off in front of everyone, just like he had just done. Once the two of us had boldly stripped down, everyone else slowly joined in, stripping the rest of the way with a great deal of restraint. We all kept our shoes and socks on however, since they remained amazingly unaffected. Once everyone tossed their last remaining piece of clothing onto the pile, I gathered it together and placed it just outside my bedroom door. I noticed that my foster mom had already put together a laundry basket full of wet and dry towels and picked it up. Then I called down to my foster mom to let her know that our clothes were ready to get picked up. With the laundry basket in my hands, I quickly took refuge back inside my room.

Beth respectfully remained in the kitchen and was kind enough to help my foster mom clean up the downstairs disaster. There was cake and ice cream all over the table, chairs and floor. I was thankful that she didn't complain about it because it gave her something to do while the eight of us became naked captives upstairs.

I closed my bedroom door, put the laundry basket on the floor and then turned towards my bed to see everyone sitting side by side, wearing nothing but their shoes and socks. About half of them had their hands covering their cocks, including Jessie and Carl. I went ahead and passed around the basket for everyone to clean themselves, wondering how many of them might be covering up an embarrassing boner. My foster mom had used our small hand towels for us to use and I was happy to know they were far too small for anybody to try to use to hide behind. I was trying to keep my cock soft to avoid starting another cascade of unexpected events all over again, but as my eyes beheld the sight of Carl, Freddie, Rudy, Jessie, Nick, David and Michael, all with no clothes on, I got overwhelmed with all the hot boy toys in front of me and I hopelessly lost the battle. As everyone's eyes turned to me, and I stood in front them, I felt another surge of psychic energy flash in my brain. I suddenly became aware that everyone was looking directly at me again with that look of anticipation like a trained dog waiting for a command from their master, not just looking with their eyes, but looking with their minds. I was actually able to (for all intents and purposes) hear their thoughts. For the first time in my life, I was clearly able to see how other people perceive me directly from their own thoughts.

I learned that, in the eyes of my friends, what they saw initially when they looked at me was, a fairly generic boy. For the most part, they were seeing an average fourteen year old male standing in front of them, measuring about sixty-four inches in height, weighing somewhere around one hundred and eleven pounds. They considered me to be rather well built, lean and fit, having black hair and brown eyes, even though I actually have brown hair and hazel eyes. They were all impressed that, like Freddie standing next to me, I possessed a cock that hung about five inches when soft. They also liked my two proportionately perfect balls that hung snugly beneath, topped off with just the right amount of pubic hair, indicating I was fully functional where it mattered. When probed deeper, many of them perceived me as sexually attractive, having a high I.Q. and a smile that was sensuously infectious and highly desirable.

That was the general consensus of the group overall. Then, I began to read the more specific thoughts from each boy individually.

Carl Sanderson thought I looked hot and he was wishing he could have me all to himself. He saw my cock for the first time and wanted to see what it looked like all hard and stiff.

Freddie Grant thought I was much cuter naked than he'd imagined I'd be. Then he started to wonder what it would feel like if he took my flaccid cock into his mouth and made me grow from soft and warm to hard and tasty.

Rudy Kaiser was overjoyed, seeing me naked and I discovered he had been lusting after my body since the first day we met. Even though I'm not particularly muscular, he found me to be quite attractive and sexy and wondered if he and I might someday become jack buddies. As he totally checked me out, he started thinking that under the circumstances, it might actually happen.

Jessie Marinas was feeling exquisitely horny as he sat amongst all my naked friends. He had never been this close to so many hot naked boys before. As titillated as he was, he wasn't sure if he could handle having sex with this many naked guys at once. His cock was so hard that he decided, if something should happen, he'd go along with it, no matter how scary it got. For some reason, I made him feel comfortable and he put all his trust in me. As I looked his way, he flashed me a broad smile and slowly removed his hands from his crotch, allowing me to see his pride and joy. I smiled as it caused my cock to twitch.

Nick Finney had been thinking of his girlfriend, Tonya up to this point, but began to realize that being naked with a room full of naked boys with throbbing boners was much more interesting than anything that's ever happened between him and Tonya. He didn't know what to expect, but he could feel the sexual tension grow in the room and was prepared for just about anything to happen. Slowly, his dick started to rise and he didn't try to stop it, or hide it. In fact, he reached down and helped it along by giving it a couple little tugs until it reached full mast.

David Doyle was in a trance as he started to remember back when he was younger and had gotten all excited when he and his friends played grab-ass in their swimming pool. Well, there was no doubt in his mind that being here with all these naked boys was way cooler. Then he began thinking about some of the hidden porn videos he'd recently stumbled upon that his older brother had downloaded from the Internet. In one particular video, he'd seen this girl suck a guy's dick all the way down and could see it expand inside her throat as it slid in and out. He wondered if he could suck all of mine into his mouth the way she had. His boner stiffened even more at the prospect of possibly finding out.

Michael Kevin Carver was feeling proud to be the one and only black boy in the group and always wanted to know if sex with white dudes might somehow be better. His excitement grew with the prospect of possibly getting the chance to mess around with a room full of white dudes. He'd never seen this many white cocks all in one place before. Small and large, cut and uncut, rigid and stiff, each type of cock held a different kind of fascination for him.

Reading everyone's thoughts like this got me super horny and once again, being the center of attention, I popped a rock solid boner in front of everybody. I thought I might get freaked out by getting hard under the circumstances, but I now knew how each friend felt about me and it got me doubly aroused and willing to put myself on display for all to see.

As my boner rose to full size, I observed my very first, irrefutable piece of evidence that my psychic connection to other people was the real deal. I watched as all four of my friends' cocks that had still remained soft all grew instantaneously with mine, as if we were all of one body, mind and soul. Even the ones who were already boned up seemed to puff up even more than they had been. There was no doubt remaining that all eight of us were psychically connected in a physical way that made us react in unison and I felt the temperature in the room rise along with my overactive libido.

There I was, in my own bedroom, standing in front of my seven new friends who were all sporting rock solid boners. Everyone was now staring at me, each of them with deep desire. We were all quarantined together and we were becoming hopelessly horny. We were brought together by extraordinary circumstances and we had at least forty-five minutes of private time to occupy. We would be undisturbed for as long as it would take for my foster mom and Beth to wash and dry all our soiled clothes downstairs. Since each one of us was totally naked, there was nowhere for us to go. Since Mom and Beth knew they needed to respect our privacy, they would be compelled to keep their distance and not bother us until my foster mom could get our clothes back to us. As strange as this might seem, there was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity like this.

As I began to get more aroused, my friends began to loosen up and started to let their hands roam around each other's legs and thighs as they all sat intimately close together. They were all like performers, warming up backstage and I was the director waiting for the curtain to rise. It seemed that all I needed to do was call `Action!' to set everything into motion. I just wasn't sure how to do that. Just then, Carl held out his arms.

"Come here Simon," Carl said, beckoning me over to him. "There's something I've been waiting to do all day!"

I wasn't sure what he wanted. He continued to hold out his arms to me until I suspiciously walked over to where he was sitting. When I got close enough, he reached out and drew me into his arms, firmly gripping my ass with both hands. As he pulled my body into him, he sucked my rigid boner directly into his mouth with the power of a vacuum cleaner, causing me to experience a high octane adrenaline rush.

I heard gasps come from some of the other guys in the room as they officially witnessed the first real sign of physical contact to erupt.

As far as I could tell, I hadn't said, done, or thought about anything in particular for him to do that, but indeed, the curtain had gone up, and the word `action' had somehow been called. The drama had undoubtedly begun to unfold, whether I wanted it to or not. I hadn't directly initiated what was currently happening but I realized it was simply a continuation of what had gotten started downstairs.

I took a deep breath and held it for a moment, almost forgetting to exhale as Carl elicited a wave of tingles that traveled from the center of my balls and crept up my spine. My eyes rolled back into my head causing my toes to curl in total ecstasy. It was my first sexual experience with another boy. In fact, it was my first sexual experience with anyone. The sensations were so amazing that I got lost in the stratosphere. I felt like I was falling in love with Carl right there and then. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end.

Just as I was starting to feel the rush of desire course though my veins, Freddie pulled me away from Carl and took over where Carl had left off. Freddie started doing the same kind of things that Carl had been doing, but somehow it felt completely different. The love I was feeling for Carl got interrupted and I felt like I was now falling in love with Freddie as he took over from Carl, turning my quivering young body into a sexual freight train bound for orgasm junction.

What started out to be only a fantasy, a few moments ago, had now become a reality. This was exactly what I had fantasized about in my mind for the longest time, yet never imagined could actually happen. Now that my fantasy was becoming reality, I got totally freaked out.

Was it possible to fall in love with two friends at the same time? Did this mean that my two best friends were now my lovers? Was it over? Who else was going to steal my heart away next? My mouth got dry and my pulse quickened. Beads of sweat started forming across my forehead and my ears felt like they were on fire. I wondered if there was going to be enough of `me' to go around.

When Freddie pulled me away from Carl the way he did, I briefly imagined the rest of the guys were going to follow Freddie's example and start fighting over me, each doing what they had to do to get their own taste of my curiously desirable boner.

Sure enough, Michael came up and pulled Freddie off my dick next and took over as if my cock belonged to him. Carl and Freddie moved up to my young teen nipples and began to suckle them, adding a considerable amount of stimulation to what Michael was now doing.

Then David, who had been quietly watching me get all the attention, got brave and took a totally different approach. He took me by the hand and guided me over to my bed. Nick, Jessie, and Rudy instinctively moved away to make room for us and David had me lie on my back, in the middle of my bed. Then, he spread my legs apart, leaned in and inhaled my throbbing boner, taking it straight down to the base. He drew out all the air, creating a suction that started pulling me into my first all boy blowjob orgasm.

Once David was in position, the rest of my friends followed his example and moved in to surround me. My heart skipped a beat again as I saw Carl, Freddie, Rudy, Jessie, Nick, and Michael all gather closely together to join in anywhere they could. They totally surrounded my bed and I felt the warm touch of fourteen sensual hands begin to ravish my body while David continued to siphon my sperm reserves from deep within my testicle tank, setting my loins ablaze.

Rudy then kneeled at the head of my bed and put his hands on each side of my face, holding me still so he could lean in and kiss me, right on the lips. As I watched his head come closer to me, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I momentarily panicked. Kissing another boy was another first for me and it seemed quite strange and awkward, yet not at all unpleasant as I decided not to fight it. While all this was happening, Carl and Freddie leaned into me and resumed what they had been doing before and nursed my stiffened nips like a well choreographed halftime show. As my entire body got caressed from every angle, Rudy surprised me again as he offered up his tongue to me to explore even more uncharted territory.

The temperature began to climb as all the hot naked teenage bodies started to heat up the room. I don't know how long they had been doing it, but Jessie, Nick, and Michael were standing nearby, stroking themselves with one hand as they worked me over with their other hand. As I looked closer, I noticed that David, Rudy, Carl and Freddie were doing the same thing. It had now become an official orgy as they stimulated me and themselves into a fiery frenzy.

All at once, everyone's breathing accelerated and a low moaning of ecstasy began to swell as we all slipped into the climax zone. My bedroom full of naked and sexually aroused friends united into an erotic boy's choir of euphoric voices. As if they were controlled by some unseen director, everyone surrounded me and took their own throbbing cocks into their own hands and maneuvered themselves over my chest. They poised themselves together in a circle over the top of me as we all prepared to orgasm together.

All of a sudden, all eight of us became one. Everyone's hands began to stroke as one, up their shafts and down their shafts, all at the same speed and direction.

It wasn't just me reaching out to them. All eight of us were reaching out to one another and we were about to experience an eight-way orgasm linked together into one powerful encounter, using me as their conduit. I was about to feel their combined orgasms within me, and they, in turn, were about to feel mine.

It was unmistakable how our combined climaxes began to merge into one. Our shared awareness was now locked together and we had just passed the point of no return. I could almost feel an invisible bubble surround our bodies as we crowded together in close proximity to one another. Just the mere approach of the phenomenon was already more intense than any full-blown orgasm I've ever experienced. The combined sounds of all my friends losing control of their climaxes at virtually the same time, was eerie, yet unbelievably erotic.

I suddenly realized that the actual orgasm itself, which was only moments away from overtaking our senses, was going to be ten times more intense than the oncoming climax we were already feeling. I knew that when they would finally erupt into a chorus of full blown orgasms, our combined orgasms would likely to be eight times the intensity of any single human orgasm that any of us had ever experienced before in our young lives.

Many people have been known to pass out from far less stimulation than what was inevitably on its way. I got momentarily worried that I might become overwhelmed and lose consciousness and I had no idea what that might do to my seven friends, who were psychically linked together with me. Would they pass out with me? Would we miss out on the experience? Instead of slowing down and proceeding with caution, the fact that we were barreling headlong into unknown danger seemed to propel us even faster.

Our approaching orgasms began to accelerate and we suddenly ramped forward, causing our cocks to jump and twitch all at once, sending all eight of us over the edge. I closed my eyes as a myriad of shapes and colors teleported me to an alternate universe.

In that alternate universe, I felt as if my body and the bodies of all my friends had left the bed and miraculously began to soar like birds in the heavens. We quickly came upon an open field, filled with a mixture of eight different varieties of flowers all growing together in a horticulturists dream of erotic flora. Each genus of flower was like a different type of orgasm and I was taking all seven of my friends with me as we dove into the rapturous glade.

As our group approached the amorous sight, I could smell the fragrance of their sprouting blossoms. Their essence filled my senses, eliciting an erotic reaction in my brain that registered as hot male sex. The sweet bouquet of boy sweat, commingling with an assorted mixture of soaps, shampoos, and the faint lingering aroma of cake and ice cream, all blended together in an intoxicating perfume that made me drunk with ecstasy. As my sexual arousal escalated, I began to imagine that the flowers came to life and took on the appearance of tiny human faces.

As I looked closer, I could see Carl's face on the surface of the daisies and Freddie's face on the daffodils. Rudy's face appeared on the lilies and Jesse's face adorned the orchids. Then Nick, David and Michael's faces showed up on the remaining carnations, gladiolas and violets. Prominently located in the center of the garden was a single Grandiflora rose, the largest of all modern roses, and I saw myself on its pedals as it bloomed in all it's glory. Once I identified each of us on our individual species of flower, our faces all began to fade as they got replaced by images of our pulsating cocks, preparing to launch a grand finale. Even though some of my friends were still nearly hairless, waiting for puberty to grant them their manhood, I was able to match each boy's angelic genitalia with their respected owner.

All at once, the flowers began to move and gyrate together as each cock in the real world was being energetically stroked to a fever pitch. Then, the entire garden of flowers stood at attention and leaned toward the single Grandiflora rose and pointed their rigid cock pedals toward their target. Then they started squirting their loads of cum right at their objective and began spewing and splattering a barrage of white ropes as a semen-like ocean of spores exploded in an erotic spawning ritual, the likes of which no human being has ever witnessed before.

My own body started to quiver as I prepared to experience the most spectacular orgasm that anyone had ever known. I felt the sperm rich mixture in my balls begin to climb up my shaft as my balls drew tightly inward. I felt my head start to spin, slowly at first, giving way to an unworldly experience previously unknown to any man. I felt my throat sink into the depths of my stomach like I had just plummeted from the precipice of a white-knuckle rollercoaster ride, straight down into a bottomless pit. Each and every step was multiplied by my seven friends, who were experiencing identical sensations in their own bodies, minds and souls.

Right when I thought I was going to pass out from the onslaught of extreme climactic stimulations, my brain released an extra-large dose of endorphins. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy as our combined pituitary glands pumped out a copious cocktail of euphoric chemical compounds that sent us all on a drug induced, heart-pounding orgasmic high that defied description.

I was brought back to reality when I felt the warm wet sensation of seven cocks unloading gobs of hot boy juice upon my chest all at once. I opened my eyes to the reality of my bedroom as I witnessed all seven of my friends shooting their sperm rockets across my body, perfectly synchronized together as one as I felt my own groin muscles contract, sending my hot sperm-rich load surging past my prostate. My heart raced as I watched myself pump wave after wave of my own cum all over myself, mixing with all the others in the most amazing shared orgasm of all time, barely remaining conscious in our blissfully shared orgasmic oblivion.

Once all of us stroked out every last drop of cum from our aching balls, all seven of my friends collapsed on my bed around me, drifting ever so slowly down from nirvana. The way that everyone's body had limply dropped around me in random positions was almost like being in an opium den, barely conscious and caught in a state between heaven and earth. As we melted into a warm comfortable state, I felt my friends begin to detach from our conjoined psychic link, one by one until everyone, and everything had returned to normal.

Now that my psychic connection with all seven of my friends ended, I suddenly felt very alone and conspicuously naked. The overwhelming embarrassment and guilt I now felt from having controlled and manipulated my friends into having this selfishly bizarre sexual encounter with me, without their consent was unforgivable. I needed to think of something that I could do or say to make up for what I had just done to them. I was unsure if they actually realized how much I had been controlling them. Maybe they were oblivious to that fact entirely. Maybe they just thought it was simply some kind of magic trick. I needed to know before I decide whether I should simply thank them for my erotic birthday gift or apologize for my selfish control of them.

For the moment, everyone was basking in their afterglow, which I hoped had put everybody in a good mood until I could assess what kind of damage I had caused.

End of Chapter #2

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