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
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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....