Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such behavior to seek help immediately. Title: Memory Interlude Two: Tyler O'Shea (SciFi, Mind Control, Alien, Bondage, mm, mb) Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/17 Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is (CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from you. Additionally, proofreading is not one of my better skills so if you find errors you believe impact the story's readability, please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with open arms. This story is broken up into chapters. As such, the order you should consider reading it is: Chapter 1 Memory Interlude 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Memory Interlude 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III Memory Interlude 3 Chapter 8 Epilogue Without further adieu........................... Tyler was an absolute mess. I mean, an absolute fucking mess. They were calling it "AGZ" on the fucking news and everyone was fucking bitching and crying and talking about "the poor children" and "this horrible tragedy" and all that shit. Even his fucking parents were crying and hugging him and wanting to (gasp!) talk about it! Fuck! Fuck Fuck Fuck! He was sixteen for fucks sake! Yeah, he was there. Yeah, those things fucked and sucked him and did to him everything they did to all the other kids. And yeah, he did all those things afterwards. But he wasn't thinking about that. No, he was driving down one of the back roads at fucking 1am, having snuck out of the house and into his car, completely focused on his experiences in the boy's locker room. Fuck! "AHHH!" screamed Tyler in frustration and rage, hitting his steering wheel several times to emphasize his fury. It couldn't be! There was no way! It was the fucking alien shit that did it to him! He wasn't... He couldn't be... gay... "I'm not a faggot!!!" he yelled with as much conviction as he could muster. "I can't be" he choked out a moment later, his rage dissipating to terror and shame as his eyes began to release the tears that had wanted to flow all night. Tyler cried as he drove. Surely, he had liked girls before today. He'd gone on plenty of dates. He'd fingered Mindy Trullen three fucking weeks ago for fuck's sake! And yet... He couldn't get the boy's locker room out of his mind. It taunted him, wormed its way into his thoughts and reminded him coldly that, despite what he continued to repeat to himself over and over, he'd... enjoyed... what had occurred. "Oh god!" he wailed in despair. Focusing on that terrible, and wonderful, event, his mind began to replay his memories from the middle of the day as he sped down the road... ....... At Grant-Thorton high school, physical education was a required course for all four years. Moreover, unlike many schools, which allowed athletes to opt out, Grant-Thorton believed that physical education was an opportunity for the athletically gifted to encourage and set an example for those whose... talents... lay elsewhere. Moreover, Grant-Thorton, in a desire to encourage stronger ties between the classes, mixed the grades evenly while scheduling PE. This meant that everyone in the school participated in physical education and PE was the only class offered where all four grade levels inter-mingled. Were one to go into the locker room prior to the start of class, one would see forty boys and forty girls, ten from each class, changing into their gym attire and chatting amicably. Most of the time, Tyler O'Shea plodded grudgingly through his second period physical education classes. He plodded because he was an extremely talented athlete who found it no difficulty to best his classmates in many of the sports chosen. His grudge stemmed from the fact that, as a varsity swimmer and diver, he felt like his time would be better spent doing something else. Additionally, Tyler (and most of the boys) wished that the PE classes were not single-sex. Unfortunately, every-time PE rolled around, the girls went to the other side of the campus to their own locker room and played sports that were suited to the fairer sex - not the rough and tumble sports the boys enjoyed. Many of the boys longed for the opportunity to show off for the girls and chat them up in the casual PE atmosphere. Still, the sixteen-year-old junior found PE a good time to socialize. He was on good terms with the other juniors in his class and was lucky that Peter Goodman and Joshua Uts, his two best friends, were also in the class with him. He liked most of the seniors, with Ken Dumas as the sole exception (though watching the lumbering idiot, one of the school's most feared bullies, try and fail at every sport they played caused him, Josh, and Pete endless bouts of fun). Two of the sophomores, identical twins Kyle and Kaycee (K.C.) Yates, were on the swim team with him and were fun to pal around with. Finally, there was Dustin Hill, a very quiet and shy freshman who tagged along behind him like a puppy most of the time. Dustin was also a diver and earlier that year, somewhat concerned that Dustin appeared too shy to make friends, Tyler kind of adopted the slight fourteen year old and was trying everything he could to get the kid to come out of his shell. Sometimes, when Dustin wasn't around, Josh and Pete would tease him that the boy had a crush on him. They were joking, of course, but it wasn't hard to see that Dustin idolized him. Hell, most of the school idolized him! Tyler was gorgeous. A bi-racial child, he got his 6'2'' frame, his long powerful arms and legs, his large hands and feet, his high cheekbones, and his massive 8.5inch cock from his African father. He also scored what he thought was the best last-name ever! (His father's parents moved to Ireland before coming to the States and, as the story goes, picked their "new" last name from a church directory in Donnygal. Hence, through his father, he was an O'Shea). From his Caucasian mother, he inherited his creamy white skin (tanned though, due to his constant swimming), his wavy shoulder length auburn hair, his deep green eyes, and his clear complexion. At 160lbs, Tyler was thin but not scrawny, his compact muscles evident that his journey from boyhood to manhood was near completion. When he walked around the pool in his speedo, some folks focused on his beautiful boyish face, some focused on his toned and spectacular body, and some focused on the huge bulge that signified a majestic weapon in his swimsuit. Everyone who saw him knew instantly that there was something exotic about him (and quite a few saw more erotic imagery when they looked at him) and his looks, combined with his fierce intelligence, wonderful personality, and kind heart made him immensely popular and well liked. Today, Tyler found PE to be rather different than normal. First, they didn't play any sports. Hell, he and the other guys never made it out of the locker room. Second, PE should have been over by now and, according to the clock, he should be halfway through fourth period. Third, and probably most unusual, Tyler found himself in the unexpected position of floating above the room, his back to the ceiling, his body being held in place by tentacles (with one furiously fucking his once virgin asshole, one sucking his engorged cock, several more fondling his nipples and balls, and still others stroking and licking the rest of him, though, thank god, the one that had been in his mouth and sucking on his tongue for so long had finally retreated some time ago), and his massive fuckstick spewing what he hazily thought was his fiftieth... sixtieth...maybe seventieth load of jizz? For quite some time, Tyler had been in the unique position of being able to view the entire room, watching somewhat glassy-eyed as the other thirty-nine teenage boys (for Coach McGregor had simply walked out at the beginning of class) were mercilessly manipulated to climax over and over and over again by the unyielding tentacles. Over in one corner, seventeen-year-old Ken Dumas was still howling in rage, his tongue free to spit curses while he continued, albeit very weakly, to struggle against the tentacles holding him in place. In another area, the fifteen-year-old twins Kyle and K.C. Yates, facing each other and only inches apart, murmured reassurances to each other as each helplessly watched his brother get pounded savagely by the twin of the Prodder vigorously fucking their own ass. Tyler couldn't see sixteen-year-old Pete Goodman at all, but he could hear him yelp loudly every time he came. Seventeen-year-old Josh Uts, Tyler's other best friend, was down toward the other end of the room and Tyler could only see his bottom half and the Prodder that was stuffed up his asshole, his upper body obscured by a locker. As Tyler's eyes continued to scan to room, his next climax building almost to the point of no return has he was sucked and fucked with abandon, he finally settled his gaze on poor fourteen-year-old Dustin Hill, his small nearly-prepubescent body convulsing nearby in another earthshattering orgasm as the poor boy was tormented by the Prodder sawing its way across his abused prostate and the Sucker on his boycock flying incredibly fast up and down his modest four inches. The sight of poor sweet Dustin being milked to climax yet again sent Tyler over the edge. "Dustin" he said loudly, as his orgasm began to subside and he was granted the very short reprieve he'd become use to, despite the sucker gently continuing to tease his now softening prick and the Prodder up his ass slowing down considerably. "Hey Dustin!" he voiced again, this time a bit louder. "Huh?" replied Dustin, his voice cracking as his own orgasm began to fade and the tentacles pleasuring him slowing down as well. Turning to look directly at his hero, Dustin made eye contact with Tyler and immediately dropped his eyes, feeling ashamed at seeing his idol in such a compromising position. "Are you ok, buddy?" prompted Tyler. At Dustin's nod of affirmation, Tyler continued loudly, hoping everyone could hear, "We are going to get out of this. I promise." Seeing hope flash in Dustin's eyes, he was content to let that hope linger and calmly began to wait for the next round of sex. He was surprised, then, to hear Ken shout moments later "You stupid Fucker O'Shea! We're not getting out of this shit. We're good as dead. These things are going to kill us!" "Fuck you!" retorted Tyler, angry as all hell that that stupid mother-fucker opened his god-damned mouth. "You don't know that! Hasn't killed us yet, we're all still here!" "Ya" echoed the unseen Pete Goodman. "Shut the fuck up Dume-ass" yelled one of the twins, suddenly aware that he had just called the senior bully by the unflattering mispronunciation of his last name - a standard way to get the big oaf angry. "Fuck you" replied Ken, continuing to spew vial insults at those around him. Soon, the room dissolved into an argument as the boys shouted at each other and insulted one another - with most insults flying toward Ken Dumas. Several minutes passed while the teens argued. As was normal, the arousal hit en mass, causing every semi-soft cock in the room to spring to immediate attention. However, unlike the previous times, the tentacles did not begin an assault on their prey. Instead, Suckers gently disengaged from cocks and nipples, while Prodders gently slipped from well-lubed holes. The boys, immediately recognizing (for the first time in a long time) that their asses was no longer stuffed and that their cocks were free, stopped talking and, moments later, were shocked when they were gently put on the ground and the tentacles retreated to windows and doorways and ceiling ventilation shafts. They stood their dumbly, aware that they were no longer covered in tentacles, sans one that seemed to be attached to the back of their neck, just below their head. The creature ruminated. Not every sexual pleasure was the same and it liked to sample the many varieties. So far, it had dined on the exquisite pleasure derived from using its dexterous appendages to force its passive and independent prey to peak after peak. Though it was wonderful and tasty and delicious, it was only the first course - a well-constructed appetizer. And, just as an appetizer is supposed to pave the way for the heart of the meal, the creature found that it was already salivating for the main course. Namely, it's prey were about to become active participants in their own pleasurable experiences by necessarily relying on each other to achieve mutual satisfaction. The new peaks reached would not be quite as high physically as it's own appendages would have induced in the human offspring (though it would still offer a helping hand... er... tentacle whenever it saw fit), but it would be richer and fuller because of the mental activity of the participants themselves in an effort to bring their classmates to their own peaks. Thus, over the last little while, the creature had been modifying and changing its venom so as to encourage (force) it's prey, through mental manipulation, to explore their sexual urges with each other. Perfecting this devious new venom moments ago, the creature decided it couldn't wait any longer and began releasing this new strain; salivating for the upcoming meal. Within moments, each boy seemed to recognize that, despite his throbbing erection and the desire to get off, he seemed back to normal and autonomous. Though the thing on his neck followed him, Tyler took this opportunity to quickly survey the room. He walked out from the locker area, over to the front door and, seeing a literal wall of tentacles, moved with purpose to the back exit. There, too, was a wall of tentacles barring his way. Moving back to the center of the locker room, a large open space covered in soft practice mat where the boy's were going to continue their wrestling progressions, Tyler stopped short as he saw two things simultaneously. First, the thing on his neck, which traveled up to the ceiling ventilation shaft, should have become tangled with the thing coming from Mark Denaldi's head and also stretching up to the ventilation shaft. Instead, as the two tentacles came into contact, his seemed to meld with Mark's for a brief second before coming out the other side. For all intended purposes, these things would stay with them regardless of attempts to tangle them together. Second, and not quite so academic, Tyler realized that he had just walked around the entire room naked as a babe, covered in the goo left by the tentacles, with his very un-babe-like erection steadily dripping pre-cum on the floors. Embarrassed, he quickly looked around at his classmates. Seeing that the other thirty-nine boys had all exited the lockers and were now standing on the wrestling mat with him (most naked but a few having grabbed towels and wrapped them around their waists, doing nothing to hide their obvious arousal), looking upon him as if he were the leader and held the secrets to their escape, Tyler shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, what the fuck do we do now?" In the silence that followed, each boy gave serious thought to his predicament. However, as the silence began to stretch and even Ken Dumas appeared not to be planning to interrupt, each boy found his attention wavering between thoughts of escape and thoughts of his arousal. Each boy was hard. Painfully hard. As the moments ticked by and they stood there confused, every one of the boys came to the startling and horrifying realization that his arousal was growing. Whereas each one of the teens was able to ignore his sexual need after he was released from the tentacles, focusing on the problems associated with escape, now that time was passing, his sexual need was becoming more and more demanding. It was Dustin who, to everyone's surprise, voiced Wthis thought aloud. "Um... Guys... I, um... I'm feeling... more... It's, um..." Before he could finish his though, he was interrupted by a moan from the back. Everyone turned and looked at Milo Dawson, a young fourteen-year-old freshman who was, perhaps, even less sexually developed that Dustin. Milo was shaking as he moaned, his hands at his sides seeming to fight a war with his will. His small pecker, just shy of four inches and with only a light dusting of pubic hair above it, was swaying back and forth, the purple head demanding attention. As everyone watched, Milo's closed eyes shot open and, just as a camel's back will break with that one extra piece of straw, poor Milo's will broke in front of all his classmates. Quick as lightening, Milo grasped his throbbing boycock and began to frantically frisk it. Already slick with a combination of the tentacles spooge and his own pre-cum, it took five desperate strokes to send him over the edge. He climaxed, shot after shot after shot firing into the crowd of boys while his cum landed on arms and legs and chests and even a few faces. The boy's were all shocked. They stood their, facing this tiny fourteen-year-old as he frantically beat his meat and shot his wad all over them. When Michael Ramirez, a gangly senior, suddenly let out his own low moan and began to wank his throbbing erection, the spell immediately broke and each and every boy realized that he needed to get off NOW. The few towels worn were dropped without care on the mat. Hands flew to dicks and pricks and boycocks and fucksticks as each boy began to furiously jerk-off. Within moments, every boy climaxed and, moaning unabashedly and unconcerned about anything else, basked in the glow of self-gratification. For a minute, cum flew everywhere. Gallons and gallons of the stuff poured out of each erupting cock, from the most immature freshman to the most sexually developed senior. Bodies became drenched in spunk, from head to toe and back again. Tyler, his own hand flying up and down his erupting manhood, was at the epicenter of the boys and thus, the epicenter of the torrent of jizz. Cum inundated the floors and walls, much of it making its way onto the ceiling. The mat, several inches off the ground, soon seemed to be a jizz covered island floating in a sea of spunk. Unobserved by the boys, several suckers snaked down to the floor, which was now hidden by two inches of fuckslop, and began to suck it up and out into the yard. Still the boys erupted. Twenty-five... Twenty-six... Twenty-seven... Twenty-eight... Eventually, as each boy's cock finally finished somewhere around shot thirty-two and they began to soften, the boys, exhausted, collapsed where they stood. Many simply sat down, the soft mat warm and wet from the ocean of semen that was slowly running as rivers of cum onto the floor only to be vacuumed up by the greedy Suckers. Others, especially those around the edge of the mat, plopped themselves onto the benches and folding chairs that lined it. Breathing hard, Tyler, sitting in a massive puddle of jizz, spoke first. "What the hell was that? Is it just me, or did that feel different?" "Ya" replied one of the juniors. More agreements and several questions were put forth all at once, the boys all clearly recognizing that something new was happening. They were also tired and nervous and self-conscious. Many of them thought that talking about what was going on as a group would ease their embarrassment. After all, they were all naked. They were all covered in the cum of their classmates. Perhaps, worst of all, they had just jerked off in front of each other and, prior to that, had been forced to countless orgasms throughout the morning. It was embarrassing for a straight teenage boy to be in this kind of situation! The poor boys only got about a minute of rest before another wave of arousal hit en mass. Within a span of seconds, forty soft and semi-soft teenage cocks became erect and pre-cum began to copiously flow from their now aching members. Groaning that the nightmare continued and moaning with sudden need, Tyler sighed to himself. "Oh shit" he said aloud to no one in particular, not aroused enough to touch himself in front of his classmates as he had earlier. His arousal was strong, but not overpowering. "I'm fucking horny again!" "Me too" replied Josh, sitting across from Tyler. "when's this shit going to end do you think, Ty?" "I don't know" he answered honestly and, with a self-depreciating chuckle, added "but I really wanna jerk off again." A round of unenthusiastic "yeah, me too's" swept through the boys, each embarrassed by his obvious arousal and resigning himself to what was probably inevitable. "Well" interrupted the ever annoying and somewhat stupid Ken, "I don't know about you pussies but I'm no faggot. I'm not gonna jerk off with all of you here!" "You already did, stupid" said one of the sophomores, pissed off that his cock was starting to become insistent and tired of the jackass Ken. "Um, yeah" countered Ken unthinkingly, "but that was because I couldn't help it. I'm NOT doing it this time!" Oddly bolstered by Ken's statement, many of the boys looked around and seemed to silently agree that maybe Ken had a point. Maybe, by force of will, they could keep themselves from masturbating. Tyler had the same thought as well. "Yeah. Ok Ken. It's worth a shot. I'm going to try to hold off too." Quickly, the other thirty-eight teenage boys agreed. Thirty seconds after the pact was made and only about a minute after the arousal hit, the boys were barely keeping it together. Whimpers and moans were escaping clenched lips. Hands were twitching, ready to be called upon to service their owners. Several of the teens were shaking their heads and trying desperately to re-enforce their will. And through it all, cocks danced with excitement as arousal continued to build upon itself. Finally, not able to take it another moment, Dustin, who was sitting hip to hip next to his idol Tyler, lost control and, grabbing his hard little wood, began to jack furiously. Nothing happened. Despite his pulling and tugging, despite the slickness of his pre-cum and the speed of his fist, little Dustin could not do anything to satiate his need. "What the fuck!" he moaned desperately, his arousal continuing to increase rapidly. Within moments, other resolves broke as boy after boy followed Dustin's example and began to abuse their peckers, each realizing too late that his own fist offered no release to the maddening and ever building desire to cum. Tyler, heroically, was the last to give in (Ken was the third) and, as he began to stroke himself, it was as if his hand were air for all the good it did him. As the madness continued to increase, so to did the desperation of the teenage boys. They flogged themselves furiously, each hoping to achieve climax and finding it unreachable. It was as if they made no effort whatsoever. As the seconds marched on, every boy began to think, and then believe, that death and insanity were moments away. For surely, they thought, if they couldn't get off at this most critical moment, they would die or lose their minds. And, as the need surpassed unbearable and each boy began to make peace with himself, Dustin, accepting his own loss, raised his eyes from his malignant penis and looked at his hero Tyler. Sweating and moaning and on the ledge himself, poor Tyler looked to be in dire straits as both his hands sat hopelessly beside his massive pole and his eyes stared helplessly at his throbbing monster. Dustin, his heart breaking that such a good and wonderful soul would be so destroyed, did the only thing he could think of. He reached out with both his hands, grasped Tyler's incredibly hard cock, and began to pump it. Within three strokes, Tyler came powerfully. "AHHHHHHHH!" he wailed as his cock erupted in a massive burst of cum which hit the ceiling with enough force to splatter and then rain down upon the teens. Blast after blast after blast continued to erupt as Tyler, amazed that the need which only moments ago was threatening to send him into madness was now receding as his cock was being pumped furiously by his pseudo little brother, Dustin. "DUSTIN!" his mind shouted, even as his lungs continued to wail in pleasurable relief. The poor kid must be in agony. Quickly looking at the poor freshman, still pumping blasts of baby-batter from Tyler's treacherous manhood, he noted immediately that the boy was losing it fast. Though his arms continued to stroke Tyler up and down, his eyes had glazed over and his face was going slack. Acting on instinct, Tyler's hand shot to Dustin's boyhood and, wrapping around the stiff four inches, began to pump wildly. Tyler had never jerked another guy off before but that inexperience was no impediment. Within two strokes, the sixteen-year-old, who was still in the middle of his own incredible climax, pulled the fourteen-year-old back from the edge of oblivion and sent him over a different cliff - one which involved the heights of pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!!" Dustin sighed as he began to shoot his own load high into the air while his face and eyes snapped back into focus. For several seconds, the two boys stared into each other's eyes and pumped each other's pricks, cumming buckets and moaning all the while. His mind working a mile a minute, Tyler, who was only twenty-two blasts into a thirty-six blast climax, realized suddenly that, though he and Dustin were alright, the other boys might not be. Quickly breaking eye contact with Dustin (though his fist continued to fly up and down the boy's erupting cock), he scanned the room. All eyes were on he and Dustin. Instead of seeing disgust or recrimination though, each boy looked longingly at the pair in the middle, pulled out of his own fog somewhat by the twin sounds of orgasm and desperate for the same release. So lost, the boys were unable to truly process what they were seeing and, watching the boys stare dumbly at him, Tyler put the pieces together in his head. "You have to jerk each other off!" he screamed. "Jerk each other off!" His voice, clear and authoritative, broke through the remaining fog of desire and each teen, with what little control he had left and still drowning in a sea of arousal; reach out to the nearest prick. Hands found unfamiliar cocks. Cocks were grasped by unfamiliar hands. Kyle and K.C., the twin sophomores, grabbed each other's pricks, their hands finding the change easy as their wickedly hard teen poles were just as identical as the rest of them. Three freshmen, whose names Tyler was unable to recall at that moment (Isaac Roman, Gary Masters, and Eric Hudson), formed a chain where Isaac pumped Gary who pumped Eric who pumped the Isaac. Apart from a couple of exceptions (Isaac, Gary, and Eric being the most notable as the three best friends had been having circle jerks for months), most of the boy's had never touched another boy's private parts and, similarly, had never had another boy stroke his. Within seconds of speaking, Tyler found that every boy in the room was now vigorously pumping his neighbor up and down and, within three or four strokes, was sending his neighbor into an earth-shattering orgasm. Cries of release filled the room as cock after cock exploded, cum flying everywhere. And still, the boys continued to jerk each other off, instinctually aware that his own pleasure was incumbent on his neighbor's willingness to stroke him and thus willing to pleasure his neighbor in exchange. Even Ken Dumas was avidly stroking the tiny cock of Milo Dawson, who was sitting next to him, while Milo's small hands flew up and down the bully's own quivering six and a half inch manhood. Though it seemed to last forever, the boy's eventually began to come down from their latest climaxes. Gingerly, hands were withdrawn from their classmates' pulsating cocks as the boy they just jacked-off spilled the last few ounces of his seed. Sitting naked around the large mat, cum covering every surface, the boys, all dripping from head to toe in spunk (much of which wasn't their own), were acutely aware of what they'd just done. They'd just jacked another boy off and, perhaps more importantly, had been jacked-off in return! And came! Silence and embarrassment swept through the room. Tyler, having recovered from his climax before anyone else, was lost in thought. He'd just jerked Dustin off and, if he was honest with himself, he kind of enjoyed it. Moreover, the kid had actually grabbed his dick first and he definitely enjoyed that! "I must be crazy" he thought to himself. Coming to his senses because of the oppressive silence now permeating the room, Tyler looked around. The boys were all flushed and, if Tyler saw what he thought he saw, trying desperately to avoid looking anyone else I the eye. Eyes looked at the mat (or rather, the thick frosting of teen spunk that covered the mat) or towards the ceiling. Many of the boys simple had their eyes closed. Conspicuously, everyone in the room had his hands folded in his own lap as if they had never ventured anywhere. Glancing at last at Dustin, Tyler found himself shocked that his previous observation wasn't entirely accurate - Dustin's eyes were indeed closed and his hands were in his own lap, sitting right next to Tyler's right hand that was still grasping Dustin's now half-hard boycock. Incredibly embarrassed, Tyler snatched his hand away. "So... Um..." he began, "Is everyone alright?" Heads bobbed up and down while a few brave souls muttered "yes" or "Uh huh." Suddenly, Jonathon Starks, one of the seniors, cleared his throat and, almost apologetically, glanced next to him at Travis Hendricks, the junior who he had gotten off with. "Uh... Thanks Travis..." he said somewhat wryly in an obvious attempt to hide his own embarrassment. "You kinda saved my life. Don't know what's wrong with me... My hand always used to be able to take care of... um... business." "Well, um... Don't mention it" replied Travis, his embarrassment rising as everyone was now staring at he and Jonathon. "And.. Uh... Thanks for your help too." Tyler, hoping to spare poor Travis any more humiliation, cleared his own throat. "So, I don't know about any of you, but..." taking a deep breath, Tyler decided that leaders like him didn't back down from uncomfortable admissions, "I couldn't get myself off. I mean, I could make myself cum. Anybody else have that problem?" With that disconcerting admission, the fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen-year-olds sagged in relief. Each one of them was currently wondering the same thing and was grateful that Tyler was the first to admit this new embarrassing problem. If he could do it without being mocked, they could as well. Opening up, the crowd began to admit that they, too, couldn't seem to complete the task that they had each done hundreds of times before. Little did the boys know, this new development was by design. The creature, its adaptive venom interfering with their brains, was literally blocking the "orgasm" command from being send to their reproductive organs until specific criteria was met. Specifically, none of its prey could reach their much desired peak with the same partner unless no new partner was readily available. As each had previously brought himself to his peak through self-stimulation, this most recent round required the use of a different partner. Moreover, venom was still evolving and would soon introduce other criteria that would need to be met before each prey could reach their peak. Only a few seconds into the speculation as to why they were unable to get themselves off, the boys were again hit with a massive wave of arousal. In moments, every boy was again hard as a rock with a torrent of pre-cum leaking from the head of his prick. Just as before, though incredibly horny, each boy was able to control himself so as not to immediately start jacking off. "Here we go again" muttered Ken Dumas loud enough for everyone to hear, with those sentiments being shared by the rest of the crowd. "Alright guys" said Tyler, his voice thick with both authority and lust. "I'm going to try something." Already feeling his arousal building as it had previously, Tyler, self-conscious but steel-willed, grasped his aching cock and began to jerk-off. The rest of the crwed watched, not quite so bold as to start pleasuring themselves before it was absolutely necessary. Within a dozen flicks of the wrist, Tyler, reluctantly, stopped. "Nope" he said resignedly, "I can tell. It's like before. No luck." The crowed sighed, each boy knowing exactly what Tyler was talking about and the implications therein. Loa Tsu-Yang, a sophomore, was the first to break the uncomfortably horny silence. "So, that means..." "Yep" Tyler responded already desperate to get off and knowing his control was slipping, "I can't get myself to cum." Leading by example and aware of how incredibly gay he was about to sound, Tyler turned to Dustin. "Um, Dustin? Do you think you could..." "Ya" responded Dustin, a little more quickly than Tyler would have thought and secretly somewhat pleased by the eagerness in Dustin's voice. "But only if you help me out too" Dustin continued, blushing bashfully. "Sure" responded Tyler. The crowed was conflicted. Each boy was, in a small part of his head, appalled at the display of gayness going on. In a much larger and more reasonable part, knew necessity when it bit him in the ass and was glad that Tyler and Dustin were paving the way for him to follow through with what was going to be the most embarrassing request of his life. Quietly and quickly, because the persistent arousal was becoming too much to bear, the boys made eye contact with their previous partners and, with quick nods and shrugs of acceptance, forty boys reached, for the second time that day, toward another boy's junk and, grasping it, began to wank. Within fifteen seconds, all mutual masturbation had ceased. "What the hell?" several of the boys exclaimed. It wasn't working! The hand on his cock felt like nothing at all and, despite his partner's efforts, was bringing him no relief from the sexual agony. Tyler, confused that Dustin's grasp bought no release, was the first to speculate a possible solution. Shuffling quickly over to Josh Uts, who was sitting closest to him (besides Dustin), Tyler slapped away Chase Walsh's hand and grasped his friend's teenage member. Josh gasped. With a dozen flicks of his wrist, Tyler sent Josh over the edge as the junior began to pump out his copious seed. The crowed, having watched Tyler's movement and the resulting climax of Josh, got the point immediately. Each boy, in that moment, accepted that there was nothing he could do about his own need for release and that all he could do was worry about the others and their needs. Moments later, new hands were stroking new cocks to new orgasms without any thought to consent or status or appearances. In fact, when junior Bryon Hippee found that sophomore Jeremy Gallson, whose cock he was jerking, was busy pleasuring junior Neil Tack and that it appeared no one would take care of his own powerful need, he almost fell into despair. Then, like an angel of mercy, Quinton Figliani, a senior with whom Bryon had always had an adversarial relationship, noticed the poor boy's plight and, without any thoughts to the contrary, stretched out his left hand (for his right was busy with the small cocklett of the freshman Milo Dawson) and, despite his somewhat awkward position, began to furiously beat-off Bryon. Very soon, the room was filled with moaning and cumming teenage boys as cock after cock erupted jets of boycum. Gallons of the stuff were being generated and running off the mat. Lucky for the boys, the Suckers were still hard at work transporting the ocean of cum out of the locker room. Still, as each boy came down from his climax, he found himself wallowing in thick pools of jizz and, to tired too fuss, simply embraced the warm goo as part of the mess he was in. Steadily and with only mild difficulty, the boys experienced brief rests coupled with some light conversation, immense arousals hitting suddenly, and periods of time where they were masturbated by a different boy while they, in turn, masturbated a new partner as well. Fourteen minutes and four orgasms later, the boys found themselves a well-oiled machine comfortable (or as comfortable as a group of straight teenage boys covered in each others spunk and being forced to jerk each other off continually could be) in this new routine. As had become the method of operation for the boys, after their latest orgasm had concluded but before the new arousal hit, the teenagers quickly and efficiently found new partners with which to jerk off. A couple of the boys, utilizing the momentary freedom, walked over to the entrance of the locker room to see if it was possible to get out. Finding the wall of tentacles still bared their way; most of them headed right back to the mat in order to get settled. Ken Dumas, though, thought to try something. Hustling over to his locker, he opened it quickly and, after wiping off his hands, dug into his backpack for his prized Zippo lighter. Thinking himself clever, Ken proceeded back to the entrance and, after creating a flame, placed the lighter right under one of the stationary tentacles. It had no effect. The crowed, having watched curiously this whole exchange, shrugged it off as an honest but ineffectual attempt to escape. Tyler, particularly, was somewhat impressed that Ken had made the attempt. He almost wished that he had had the presence of mind to do something like that. Maybe there was something in the coach's office, like a knife or something, he could try next? Settling himself next to Loa Tsu-Yang, he pondered the possibilities as the two boys silently agreed to assist each other. It was then that two things happened simultaneously. First, as expected, the mass arousal hit each boy. Second, and totally unexpected, Ken Dumas, who was on his way back to the group, found himself swarmed with angry Prodders and Suckers. While the boys may have appreciated Ken's attempt, the creature certainly did not. It hadn't been injured, of course, but it did not like it's authority being challenged nor did it appreciate any attempt to inflict pain upon itself. Indignant, most especially because it did it's best to minimize the pain of it's prey and yet one had the audacity to try to harm it, the creature decided to teach the offending prey a lesson. Stunned by the sudden movement, none of the boys, despite their raging desire, made any attempt to grasp their partner's leaking pole. Instead, the thirty-nine boys sat all around the mat in silence as Ken was maneuvered to the center of the gathering, lifted up several feet into the air, and assaulted by the tentacles. Similar to what had been happening less than half an hour before, Suckers latched onto his tits and cock while Prodders began to massage his balls. One particularly large Prodder, just big enough to cause some discomfort, quickly and forcefully pushed it's way up his asshole, the venom having had a chance to tighten it and make it more elastic, as Ken howled both in shock and indignity. Almost immediately, though, his howls became moans of pleasure as he was brutally fucked and sucked in front of all of his classmates. Moreover, the creature, having just completed the second stage of it's venom, allowed that venom to introduce a second set of criteria for the prey to meet before they could achieve their peaks. In a particularly clever move (if the creature did say so itself), the knowledge of the new criteria was imparted via the Feeder on Ken's neck directly into his brain, suddenly making him aware of exactly the situation he found himself in. Basically, in order to cum, each boy below him would need to be on the receiving end of another's oral ministrations and, as a means of punishment, Ken would be unable to cum until all the other boys had done so. Ken wasn't sure of where this knowledge came from, but he was absolutely certain of it's accuracy. "Oh shittttt" Ken wailed, his body being pleasantly abused while his mind suffered real turmoil. He wouldn't cum until the others had blown each other! "No, no no!" he started to repeat to himself, in time with the Prodder striking his prostate. Their arousal finally getting their attention, the boys below Ken slowly began to tear their eyes away from their unfortunate classmate and started to stroke the boy sitting with them. Within a matter of moments, though, each boy recognized the futility of the action. It was the same as before. "But... But..." complained poor Loa, his hands wrapped around Tyler's massive prick while his mind wrestled with the fact that Tyler's hand on his own five inches was bringing him no relief. "We haven't touched each other yet!" "I know" Tyler exclaimed loudly, frustrated that he couldn't get off. Quickly, he began to wank himself but abandoned that shortly as it proved ineffective. By this point, all of the boys were complaining to their partner and to the heavens that relief seemed unreachable. As the moments marched on, their panic and arousal continued to build. Soon, they would loose their minds in their lust. Tyler calmed himself and focused. There had to be a way to solve this new puzzle. He sat motionless, listening to the others complain while trying to find a solution himself. However, while he seemed to be able to tune out much of the ambient noise, he could not get Ken Dumas out of his head. The poor boy's "No, no, no" above him had such an edge of desperate madness to it, that Tyler, so good of nature, couldn't tune out the jackass's pleas. "Ken!" he shouted, trying to get the other boy's attention and, at least for the moment, putting his own problem aside so he could give comfort. "Ken! It'll be all right! We'll figure it out!" His voice, cutting through the din, was able to break through Ken's pleasurable haze and remind the senior of his surroundings. "Tyler" Ken, snapping out of his fog and shouting loud enough to quiet the whole room, "It's blowjobs! That's the only way to cum! Hurry! I can't cum until you all do and I need to bad! Please! Blowjobs!" "Huh?" The boys around the room reacted in the same way. Did Ken just say a blowjob was how they would have to get themselves off? "No fucking way" said Brett Banteer to no one in particular, the junior reasserting his masculinity as the defense mechanism typical of adolescent boys. His classmates, for the most part, agreed with various halfhearted statements. If what Ken said was true... "Please!" cried Ken, his concentration slipping as his need became unbearable and his body tried repeatedly to orgasm, unable to do so because the creature's venom was blocking those orders. "You have to! It's the only way! Ohhhhhh!" Tyler, listening to his classmates and somehow certain that Ken was telling the truth, pondered their situation. A blowjob, huh? That was how they would get off? He mulled it over for a moment and found that, despite his initial agreement with Brett that blowing another dude was out of the question, he was strangely neutral about the idea. "Am I crazy?" he thought to himself? "No. It's got to be the situation. I mean, pretty soon, we are all going to have to do it just like we've had to jerk off or jerk someone else off. Why do the guys think we will be able to hold out this time? And Ken sounds like he's dying up there. Maybe..." Shaking his head at his mind's ramblings and becoming more and more distracted by his aching sex, Tyler decided that enough was enough. He'd go with his gut. "Guys, I really think..." "Shut the fuck up O'Shea," Brett cut him off quickly, knowing that Tyler would probably advocate this new gay solution and, secretly, fearful that Tyler (as well as his own frustrating arousal) would actually persuade him to put another guy's dick in his mouth! "I'm not doing it. No fucking way!" Several others, but noticeably fewer than before, echoed his statement. "Yeah, but Brett, I'm not sure we have a choice" Tyler argued, now focusing the majority of his attention on his growing desperation to cum. "PLEASE!!!!" screamed Ken above them, totally lost in his own harrowing rape and pleading to the universe to let him climax. Looking around at his classmates and seeing depressed capitulation in many of their eyes, Tyler understood that most of them had already accepted what was to come and were only waiting for someone to make the first move. Gathering all of his courage and with all the eyes in the room (sans Ken) looking on, he turned back to Loa as the fifteen-year-old sophomore, shivering with arousal, stared wide-eyed at him. Surely Tyler wasn't going to... Laying down somewhat so his own prick was accessible should Loa return the favor (of which, Tyler was fervently praying that he would), Tyler shifted his eyes from Loa's face to his hard and dripping five inches. As Tyler brought his head down and gently wrapped his lips around the head of Loa's cock, the thought that Loa looked kind of cute like this flashed briefly and unbidden across his mind. Quickly, scared somewhat by the thought, Tyler dove forward and sucked all five inches of Loa into his mouth, his tongue playing across the boy's cock head and his nose buried in the boy's cum-soaked black pubes. Loa mewed like a cat upon contact, his whine quickly becoming a loud throaty moan as Tyler began to inexpertly bob up and down on his boyhood. It felt amazing and Loa knew that this stimulation would undoubtedly get him off. For Tyler, it was a confusing and exhilarating experience. He'd tasted his own cum a great deal that morning as the Suckers had force-fed him his own spunk every time he came. Yet Loa's tasted different, more meaty and tangy. Moreover, the flesh itself tasted salty and not altogether unpleasant. Bringing his hand up to rub Loa's low hanging balls and eliciting a new moan from the excited boy, Tyler admitted to himself that sucking cock was not as bad as he was led to believe. Then, midway through another bob, he felt the most amazing sensation of hot warm lips and a slick tongue latch themselves on his own needy manhood. Loa, having recovered his senses and mustered his own courage, had leaned down and begun to suck him off. The sophomore, having never sucked another boy off, let alone a massive eight and a half inch prick like Tyler's, could only fit the first four inches or so into his mouth. Despite this limitation and thanks to the pleasure high he was now riding, Loa brought his right hand up and began to pump Tyler's remaining prick while his tongue and lips flew quickly over what remained. The rest of the class watched in morbid fascination as Tyler and Loa, now lost in their own world of sucking and being sucked, rolled over into a sixty-nine position, with the much smaller Loa on top of the much larger Tyler, and began to wildly slurp each other's poles with abandon. With their own arousals reaching critical mass and this uninhibited display comforting them as to what they were about to do, the thirty-seven boys abashedly looked at their partner and, reaching silent agreement, began to maneuver themselves so that each would have access to the other's rigid and leaking cock. One by one, the boys gathered their nerve and, driven by the now inescapable need to get off themselves, descended to their partner's cock and tentatively took it into their mouths. Shocks of pleasure and groans of joy were released throughout the room as boy after boy felt hot wet lips wrap around his horny tool. Moreover, as each boy began to bob his head up and down his partners prick, most realized that sucking cock was not nearly as offensive as they first believed and that the other boy's fuckslop tasted remarkably like their own. Soon, the room was filled with the moans of teenage boys receiving what, for most of them, was their first blowjob. Many boy-pairs rolled and slurped and sucked and bobbed against each other, inexperience immaterial as lust and need drove each boy to enthusiastically pleasure his partner. Above them all floated Ken Dumas, like a twisted Hierophant, moaning in lust and need himself while awaiting desperately for the release only available once the rest of the room achieved theirs. The first to cum was Isaac Roman, though not because Neil Tack, the burly junior who was an offensive tackle on the football team, was a particularly good cocksucker. Indeed, Neil had never sucked a cock in his life, despite the fact that he desperately wanted to! eNeil, deeply ashamed of his own homosexuality and thus far into the closet, had only watched and read gay pornography and had no live experiences from which to draw. Yet, despite the fact that he was incredibly attracted to large hairy older daddy types, he still couldn't help but be incredibly aroused that he was finally giving his first blowjob, regardless of the fact that the kid he was blowing was a nearly hairless, rail-thin, fourteen year old freshman. It was in the heat of this arousal, and drawing from the many hours he spent online, that, as his head continued to bob on Isaac's four and a half inch pecker and his lips continued to suckle the kids tender flesh, his right hand slowly traveled up Isaac's thigh towards the poor freshman's tight pucker. Isaac, on top of Neil and with his knees outstretched to support him in this awkward sixty-nine, was a sitting duck. Collecting the warm spunk on the kid's lower back and butt cheeks, Neil quickly and efficiently began to trace his finger along Isaac's crack until, having found and teased the small knot of supple boypussy and before Isaac could pull his mouth of the junior's cock to protest, Neil rammed his cum-slickened middle finger hilt-deep into the teen. Isaac screamed in shock and pleasure, erupting a moment later when Neil's finger curled and found his defenseless prostate. As Isaac started to shoot, Neil, highly aroused and suddenly finding his mouth awash with a shuddering and erupting boydick, climaxed as well. Almost immediately, both boys found that their mouths were full of spunk. Isaac immediately pulled off of Neil's gushing prick and, while spitting out the tangy substance, received blast after blast directly into his face. Neil, after unsuccessfully trying to swallow all of Isaac's seed, pulled his head back so only his lips were latched around the head of Isaac's boycock and redoubled his effort to swallow as much of the divine nectar as possible, regardless of the fact that most of it was flowing out of his full mouth. Soon, the room was flooding again as boy after boy shot his load into his partner mouth. Some of the boys, like Neil, simply continuing to suck their partner while swallowing some of the cum in the process. Others pulled off the erupting cocks, only to receive full cum facials as they continued to jack their partner by hand. As before, each boy ejaculated gallons of semen through dozens of forceful eruptions, covering the mat and their partner with a fresh coat of creamy boyspunk. Brett Banteer was the last to get his partner off, his lack of enthusiasm for the nasty deed a direct contrast with junior Chase Walsh's enthusiastic oral ministrations of his own cock. However, Brett's mouth was eventually flooded with Chase's seed and, as Chase groaned in appreciation while continuing to bob up and down on Brett's still erupting manhood, the whole room was drowned out in Ken Dumas's unearthly shriek of climax. Within a minute, all was silent. Each boy lay where he came, with many simply resting their heads against the cock of the boy they had just blown. Ken was gently lowered to the ground with the knowledge that his most recent trial was punishment for attempting to cause pain, something poor Ken decided he was never going to do again! Unlike before, there was no conversation and no attempts at escape. Each boy was lost in his own thoughts, considering and evaluating his actions in light of the circumstances. Most of the teens were not thrilled with the fact that they had just blown another guy, their heterosexuality screaming at them that their actions were unacceptable. A larger, more reasonable portion of the brains, argued that they were not responsible for their actions, as they had been placed in an impossible situation. Tyler, now thankful that Ken, and not he, had been the one to try to burn the tentacles, tried desperately to avoid thinking about the fact that he had kind of enjoyed the whole thing. After a minute of introspection, each boy was rudely shocked back into reality by the next wave of massive arousal. Groaning, the boys all sat back up and, accepting the inevitable, began to pair off again, knowing that a change of partner was probably necessary. Tyler found himself with Pete and Josh and, as the three best friends settled down, it was unconsciously decided that they would form a daisy chain. Despite the fact that Josh and Tyler had jerked each other off earlier, neither boy thought that that earlier experience would hinder this new round of arousal. They were right. Well before the arousal reached a critical point, all three boys found themselves blowing another male for the second time that day; Tyler sucking Pete, Pete sucking Josh, and Josh sucking Tyler. They weren't the only ones. Several groups, mainly of friends, had also formed chains and begun well before it was necessary to swap blowjobs. Even Ken Dumas, who hadn't yet sucked anyone off, was pulled into the group of the seniors. When Michael Ramirez offered Ken his cock as he prepared to take Jonathon Starks' meat in his mouth and Ken began to protest, Quinton Figliani, who at the same time was preparing to go down on Ken, shut him up with a low "Shut up and suck him, dumbass." Shocked, Ken did was he was told and the daisy chain of seniors was complete. In only a short time, the room was again filled with sucking sounds as the teenagers moaned and writhed in a massive cum-covered pile in the middle of the mat. Within the next twenty-four minutes, each boy had blown his own load and sucked off his classmates six additional times. Tyler, though he couldn't quite admit it to himself, found these blowjobs to be the most erotic experiences of his life. After blowing Loa, Pete, and Josh, he quickly found Dustin and brought the kid to an amazing climax. Sucking Dustin's four-inch wood was wonderful and hearing Dustin cry out as he was overcome with orgasm was what sent Tyler over the edge; helped, of course, by Chase Walsh's enthusiastic mouth. Next, he blew Brett Banteer while Neil Tack's oral ministrations made him cum (thanks, in part, to the two cum-soaked fingers Neil proceeded to fuck his ass with). Tyler's only regret was that he hadn't thought to finger-fuck Dustin when he had the chance. After that, he found himself in an enthusiastic sixty-nine with Milo Dawson, the little fourteen-year-old bobbing enthusiastically on his large pole and shrieking in pleasure when Tyler's two fingers found his prostate and began to finger-fuck him furiously (Tyler having taken that page out of Neil's playbook). Lastly, Tyler found himself in the top position of a sixty-nine with Jonathon Starks. While he enthusiastically blew the senior and used his fingers to plow the boy's hole (which, interestingly enough, caused Jonathon to start fingering Tyler's sensitive boypussy), his attention was focused on the couple in front of him. Mere feet from his head, Kyle and K.C., the twin sophomores, were sucking each other's pricks like their lives depended on it. Watching the brothers go to town on each other's cocks was incredibly arousing, and, as they boys pulled off of each other and simultaneously began to shoot their load into each other's face, that erotic scene pushed Tyler over the edge himself as he immediately began shooting his own boybatter down Jonathon's throat. As the boys all collapsed from this latest round, Tyler couldn't help shake the feeling that something was out of place. Indeed, even though Jonathon had pulled his two fingers from his ass, Tyler's boyhole continued to send odd sparks of pleasure to his brain. Resting comfortably for a moment, Tyler's mind wandered but continually came back to the odd sensation stemming from his ass. Little did Tyler know, but some of the other teenage boys lying spent of the mat were feeling the same sensations. The creature, it's venom evolving again, had implemented a new criteria for some of the boys (though each would get his own turn soon). Suddenly, the mass arousal hit and the majority of cocks sprang to attention. Tyler's didn't. Still soft, the feeling in Tyler's asshole magnified a hundred fold, so that, though he felt incredibly horny, all of his arousal was centered on his itching boypussy. For a moment, Tyler was confused. Then he, and the a dozen other boys who felt the same way and had remained soft, began to wail and moan with need, overwhelmed by the feeling. The rest of the class, having been through this quite a few times already, started to get up to find a new partner to engage with. However, within a few moments, it became very clear that something wasn't right with their classmates. "Tyler" Dustin said, close to Tyler and realizing that his friend was in trouble. "What's happening? Are you ok?" "K.C., hey, K.C.," Kyle, his brother, questioned, his twin moaning and obviously unwell. "Milo, you alright man?" asked Ken Dumas, concerned for little Milo who was rolling and thrashing next to him. Around the room, other's echoed those concerns, as around a third of the class seemed to be in some unknown trouble. Within a few moments, though, the feelings assaulting the dozen limp boys subsided and became a desperate need, with each of them immediately understanding how that need was to be satisfied. "Dustin" cried out Tyler, the first to come to his senses. Grabbing the freshman by the wrist, he pulled the boy toward him. "Dustin" he repeated, making eye contact with the kid, "I need you to fuck me!" "What?" replied Dustin stupidly, shocked by Tyler's outrageous statement. But Tyler was insistent and maddened. "You have to. You have to. Please Dustin!" Poor Dustin wasn't the only one confused; Kyle was practically being mauled by his twin brother who was begging the boy to fuck him. Ken Dumas's wrist was being gripped tightly as Milo, sitting right next to him, pleaded with Ken to screw him. Others grabbed the nearest male and tried desperately to impart the need that they were feeling which only a cock up the ass would assuage. For a few moments, it was pandemonium. However, the arousal in the twenty three boys was continuing to grow and soon, the idea of fucking another male up the ass was becoming a more and more attractive solution. "Alright!" cried Kyle, upset to see his brother begging for his cock. Still unsure but willing to do anything to aid his brother, Kyle gently pushed K.C. onto his back and, slithering between the boys legs, the fifteen-year-old twin adjusted his rigid five inches. Pulling his twins legs up to reveal his brothers tight pink pucker which was opening and closing with need, Kyle guided his member to his brothers entrance and, with one quick swoop while hoping for the best, shoved it to the hilt. K.C. screamed in pleasure, his soft cock going hard instantly. "Oh!" he yelled, "Yeah! Fuck me Ky! Fuck me please!" Incredibly aroused by his brother's moans and the tightness of his brother's warm hole, Kyle obliged and began rocking in and out of his brother, pounding his twin's entrance hard. Quickly, others followed suit. Dustin, incredibly self-conscious, found himself between Tyler's legs with his hard four-inch member poised at his idol's entrance. Having second thoughts, he tried to back away but Tyler was having none of that. Quick as lighting, Tyler wrapped his leg's around the nervous boy and, with a quick pull, forced the boy's stiffy up into his greedy teenage hole. Dustin, his cock feeling amazing, needed no further encouragement and began to rabbit fuck Tyler, both of them moaning loudly as Tyler's cock became rigid. Ken Dumas, in an act of concern for little Milo Dawson, was not about to fuck the tiny raving kid. However, as he started to scoot away from the boy, his arm slipped on the cum-covered mat and he tumbled onto his back. Before he could get up or react, Milo jumped him and, positioning Ken's cock upward, simply sat straight down on the hard six and a half inch cock. Both boys moaned, Ken because his cock was now enveloped in the tight boypussy of the freshman and Milo because the incredible itch in his rear was suddenly satiated by the senior's big cock. Moments later, as Ken began to jackhammer the freshman hard, he charitably reached up, grasp Milo's now throbbing member, and began to jerk the boy off. Within just a short time, all the boys found themselves engaged. Some, their ass's being pounded rigorously by their classmates in what for all of them was their first time receiving anal sex, simply retreated to the cloud of pleasure radiating from their anal passageways. Drooling stupidly and moaning continuously, none of them even had the presence of mind to stroke their own throbbing cocks. Another group, their hard poles encased in tight, warm, wet boypussy, plowed their partner as hard and as fast as they could, delighting in the feelings being generated in their prick. Besides the obvious physical pleasure, though, many of the fuckers tapped into the dark and taboo joy of fucking a straight male, dominating him and making him submit sexually to their base assault. Still, those being fucked were their classmates and quite a few of the boys took the opportunity to wrap their hands around their partner's throbbing erections and beat the boy off in time with their own thrusts, increasing the volume of their partner's moans by a considerable amount. The remaining boys, having no one to fuck, simply slid up to each other and began to trade blowjobs. Dustin, thrusting rapidly into Tyler while stroking Tyler's massive slick pole, found himself leaning over so that his face was only inches from his idol. Caught up in his own pleasure and concentrating on the dexterous act he was performing, he didn't notice that Tyler, sensing Dustin's presence so close, had come out of his fog enough to stare longingly at the boy's scrunched up face. Overcome with lust and another deeper feeling that Tyler wasn't quite ready to recognize, Tyler reacted in a way that, had he been truly in control of himself, he would have never even contemplated. Reaching behind Dustin's head, he grasped the freshman and, his touch causing Dustin's eyes to fly open in sudden awareness of where he was, pulled Dustin toward him. For a very brief moment, their eyes met. Then, their lips became locked in a passionate and scorching kiss. At the very moment when Dustin's mouth submitted to him just as his body was submitting to Dustin, and his tongue slipped past the boy's lips to explore his delicious mouth, realization flooded over him like a tidal wave and he came, gloriously and massively, crying out in surprise and joy while continuing to wrestle with Dustin's teasing tongue. Dustin, his own pleasure heightened exponentially by the amazing kiss and feeling Tyler shooting hot jizz between them, began to climax as well. Moreover, as Tyler came, his ass began to contract, milking Dustin's prick and ensuring that, regardless of anything else, Dustin was going to cum. Both cried out into each other's mouths, unaware of everything around them. Had they been paying attention, they would have seen a room full of boys in the throes of ecstasy. Kyle and K.C., only a couple of feet from them, were just hitting their mutual climax as well, spurred on by Kyle's cock sawing back and forth across his twin's magical prostate while his tongue plundered his brothers mouth; the boy's having begun their passionate kiss even before Dustin and Tyler. Milo, now kneeling as Ken took him doggy style, was moaning loudly, his mouth wrapped around the throbbing prick of Gary Masters as Gary, the chubby freshman who had slid underneath him, was going to town on Milo's erupting cock. Boy after boy exploded, some into another's mouth, some into a helping hand, and some up the ass he was currently plundering. With the amount of cum being produced, though, it wasn't long before mouths and asses became too full and began leak, and then gush, the overflowing seed. And that was how the next hour was spent. The creature's venom began to randomly select the criteria for each boy, planting into their subconscious the act they needed to perform and, at the same time, removing the stipulation that they needed a new partner every time. Despite this and because of the pre-established repetition, after every orgasm, each boy found himself swapping partners For what seemed like forever, the boy's nengaged in an unbridled orgy. Each boy fell into the pattern where sometimes he was sucking off a classmate or being sucked in return, sometimes he was jerking someone or being jerked off by someone, sometimes he was fucking another male and, every couple of rounds, desperately needing a cock up his own ass. Toward the end of the hour, every boy in the room had swallowed plenty of spunk and each and every one of them had copious amounts of cum leaking out of their boyholes, having been ravaged by their classmates several times. There was one exception, however, to this chaotic sexual frenzy. The creature, having recognized something wonderful and hidden within two of its prey, allowed and encouraged them to focus solely on each other as their sexual outlet. As such, Tyler and Dustin were lost in their own world. First, Tyler would fuck Dustin senseless while shoving his tongue deep into the poor boy's mouth. (The first time his eight and a half inches forced their way into the small boy, Dustin climaxed immediately, screaming in earthshattering pleasure at the invasion.) Then, they would swap places and, still making out and barely coming up for air, Dustin would slip his pecker up Tyler's boypussy and piston in and out of his lover fast and hard. Sometimes they would suck each other off at the same time, gobbling each others cock as if they were afraid they would never see it again. Even the times when others got involved, such as when Michael Ramirez shoved his cock up Tyler's dripping hole as Tyler rabbit-fucked Dustin or when Loa Tsu-Yang forced Dustin, who was pounding away at Tyler, to break his kiss and suck him off or even when K.C. and Kyle, finding Dustin and Tyler in a passionate sixty-nine, grabbed both boy's hips and began to fuck them both hard, did the boy's ever loose eyes for each other. In that hour, lust and passion and desire surrounded and invaded both boys, unlocking in both of them their true feelings for the other, a deep and profound and beautify love. Of course, had Dustin or Tyler observed their surroundings, they would have seen some things! For instance, Brett Banteer, one of the most vocally anti-gay boys in the room, found himself begging to be fucked quite a bit more often than the rest of his classmates. Little did he know, the creature sensed a bit of repressed homosexuality in the kid and was tapping on that in an effort to open the boy up a bit more. Little Milo Dawson, who was not gay (despite taking several anal poundings from various classmates), was continually sought after by Ken Dumas, the other most vocally anti-gay boy in the room, to top him. Ken wasn't gay either but the creature sensed that Ken liked a bit of humiliation and dominance. Several boys, in clearer moments, laughed a bit when they saw the tiny figure of Milo fucking Ken for the second, and fifth, and eighth time all while Ken was screaming Milo's name and Milo's little dagger was pounding into the senior relentlessly. But Ken and Brett were somewhat odd in that the creature kept sending them compulsions. Interestingly enough, as time wore on, fewer and fewer boys needed the compulsion of the creature to get them to accept sex from another male. Eventually, it got to the point where the creature sent very few compulsions altogether and the boys simply approached a partner and engaged them in sex. Entirely straight boys were seen sucking cock simply because that cock was put in front of their face or being mercilessly fucked up the ass, even helping their assailant to spread their ass cheeks in preparation of being mounted, simply because another boy's cock began to tease their now well-used entrance. The twins, K.C. and Kyle, seemed to enjoy double-teaming individual boys, grabbing freshmen and seniors alike and shoving one cock into the boy's mouth while an identical one was shoved up the kid's ass. At one point, the brothers were sitting face-to-face, making out while their cocks were touching from base to tip and Kyle jerked them both off with one hand. Watching the freshman Isaac Roman walk by, K.C. had an idea. Quick as lightening, he grabbed Isaac's wrist and pulled the boy close. Isaac, thinking he was about to get a blowjob, stepped between the boys and faced K.C. while placing one foot on either side of the twins. Kyle, understanding his brother's intentions, helped K.C. seize the startled boy and, together, they pulled him straight down. Not realizing his predicament, Isaac didn't struggle and, a moment latter, squeaked as two identical five inch fifteen-year-old cocks slid effortlessly up his well used fourteen-year-old pussy. For the next two minutes, Isaac bounced up and down, being double-fucked by the twins while Kyle, who was behind him, tweaked one nipple and rapidly jerked Isaac's four and a half inch cock and K.C., who was in front of him, tweaked the other nipple and forcibly shoved his tongue down poor Isaac's throat. All three came spectacularly. Neil Tack, the gay football player, seemed to be a trendsetter. By this point, every boy in the room had had a finger up his ass while getting a handjob or a blowjob. Seeing how great it was (both to have done to you, because your orgasm felt amazing, and to do to others, because the jolt of a sudden finger or two seemed to send most right over the edge), most boys began to emulate the maneuver, using their fingers to search out their partner's defenseless prostates and shock them into orgasm. But Neil wasn't finished. While sucking off sixteen-year-old Peter Goodman, who was lying on his back and being face-fucked by fellow junior Travis Hendricks, Neil mustered up his courage to try something he desperately wanted to do. Raising Pete's knee's towards Pete's face and exposing his hole, Neil scooted closer. Peter, thinking he was about to be fucked, gripped his cheeks and spread them wider. Suddenly, instead of Neil's wet knob grazing his asshole, he felt Neil's large tongue begin to lap at his leaking pucker. It felt amazing! Moments later, a moaning Peter began to shoot his load without touching himself as Neil's tongue was shoved deep into his bowels. And that became Neil's method of operation. For the next few minutes, Neil, hard as a rock and slowly stroking himself to keep his arousal satisfied, scurried around the room, lapping at exposed assholes and sending their owners into amazing orgasms. By the time his tongue was pistoning in and out of Milo Dawson's hairless hole (while Milo, his head thrown back in a wail of delight, was aggressively shooting his load into Quinton Figliani's mouth), rimjobs were cropping up all around the room. The boys, so lost in their arousal and with no thoughts of "gayness" or propriety even crossing their mind, adopted this new tool enthusiastically. Soon, many of the boy's were eating the cum out of their partner's asses as if their very lives depended on it. And yet, Tyler and Dustin remained oblivious to everyone but themselves. As they continued to pleasure each other over and over again, both boys began to think about this new and wonderful connection. Certainly, Tyler thought Dustin, the slim and slight fourteen-year-old with beautiful alluring green eyes and feather-soft brown hair, was the most gorgeous creature in existence. Deep down, he knew he'd always felt that way. Dustin, enthralled by Tyler's adonis-like body, his kind and compassionate personality, and the massive weapon between Tyler's legs which was currently hammering his prostate over and over, knew he loved the boy on top of him. Making a split second decision as both he and Tyler were on the edge of their next climax, Dustin broke the kiss and, leaning his head against the side of Tyler's sweat drenched face, whispered just loud enough for the boy to hear, "I love you Ty." Tyler came hard, his cock erupting... ......... ...rope after rope of cum, hitting his face and soaking his shirt. Though not nearly as powerful as the many orgasm he'd enjoyed earlier that day and most certainly without as much cum, Tyler still groaned in release, his hand flying up and down his prick that was peaking out of his shorts as he did his best not to swerve the car or, God forbid, draw attention to the fact that he'd just gotten himself off while doing 50mph down some no-name back wood's street on the outskirts of town at 2:30am. Finally, his orgasm subsided. He couldn't help it; as he thought about what he did with Dustin and became so fucking horny, he just had to unload. Pulling the car over and taking off his soaked shirt and shorts (for they, too, had gotten plenty of cum on them), Tyler did his best to wipe the cum from his face using the napkins on the dashboard and, without any change of close, got back into the car clad only in his boxers and began to drive home. He didn't make it. Instead, fifteen minutes later, he found himself parked in front of Dustin's home. Not an unusual occurrence, as he typically drove the kid back here after swimming and diving, it was certainly unusual that he would find himself here at 2:45am, pining over the boy. He sat for ten minutes, coming to terms with all the thoughts floating through his brain. Yes, he was gay. But unlike before, no tears came. Instead, before the shame could hit him, he thought about the fact that he was also in love. Moreover, the object of his love admitted to being in love with him! Finally and truly accepting what he'd been hiding from all evening, warm and wonderful feelings washed over him. He was content. He was in love! Glancing at the clock, he also decided he was going to be killed if his parents discovered him out. About to turn the ignition on in order to head home, Tyler hit the roof as the passenger window was tapped lightly. Cursing himself for not paying any attention and being so lost in thought, he turned, expecting a police officer or a neighbor or someone who was about to yell at him for sitting in a residential area in his boxers with his car reeking of cum. Instead, it was Dustin. Shocked, Tyler didn't move as his passenger door was quietly opened, the tee shirt and boxer clad boy of his dreams got into his front seat, and the door was quietly closed. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" asked Dustin, drawing Tyler out of his shock. "What are you doing?" he whispered fiercely, "it's like three in the morning!" "Says the guy sitting in front of my house in his boxers" Dustin retorted immediately, leering at the gaping Tyler. "I saw you pull up" the boy continued, "and I snuck out the back and around the neighbors side yard. I didn't mean to scare you, I promise." Unsure of what to say, Tyler said the first thing that came to his mind, something he should have said hours ago and didn't. "I love you too Dustin." Dustin, overwhelmed with joy and happiness, smiled brightly. Quickly (or as quickly as he could), he scooted across the passenger seat and, careful to avoid honking the horn or anything of the sort, awkwardly positioned himself on Tyler's lap. The two gazed lovingly at each other for several minutes, basking in their shared warmth and neither saying a word. Then, Dustin leaned forward and chastely kissed Tyler on the lips. Pulling back before the kiss could become deeper, Dustin scrunched up his nose. "Ty, why does your car smell like spunk?" The boys both exploded in laughter. The following kiss was pure magic, a magic so powerful and enduring, it would follow the two boys the rest of their lives. It would be present when they kissed at the alter five years later. It would show up again ten years after that when the happily couple experienced the birth of their twin daughters. It was present when they watched their girl's take their first steps, cried as their girls drove off to college, and got married themselves. The magic made their sixtieth wedding anniversary special and sustained them through good times and bad. Quite simply, their lives, bound together by incredible love, were always full of magic. They lived happily ever after. To be continued....