| Cum: The Discovery | ||
| Jake Thompson had many reasons to
be happy with his life: by his 36th birthday, he'd made it through many hard
years of biomedical schooling, landed a great job out of school with Pfizer
Pharmaceuticals, and had worked his way up the ranks there. Jake had been part
of the team that developed the revolutionary anti-impotence drug, Viagra, and
thus had earned his fair share of financial and professional rewards. Not bad
for an attractive, single gay male. In his free time, Jake donated his time as
an assistant coach to the local Division 3 college swimming team, having been an
avid swimmer himself back in college. However, there were two parts of Jake's life that felt empty: like some men, his sexual drive seemed to be decreasing rapidly as his 30's wore on. He had been in several short-term relationships, and now had a fear of getting involved with anyone, fearing that he'd never be able to meet the sexual needs of a partner. Funny thought coming from a man who'd been on the development team for Viagra. His passion for that work had come directly from this part of his life. The result had been less than what he'd hoped for. This was the second empty part of Jake's life: what he felt like was unfinished business on the Viagra project. Sure, it gives you an erection that won't quit for a while, and thus you a bit randy, but it never seemed to last nor really increase your libido for any great length of time. While Jake had proposed further work in this area, it was met with harsh criticism: already Pfizer was taking enough heat from some for creating "a sex drug". If they went any farther, they felt, they could cross the border into psychotropics, and stand to lose everything. This did not stop Jake's passion to take the work further. In recent weeks, Jake had begun returning to the lab late at night after the college swim practices, and under the guise of doing a little extra research (something Pfizer never frowned upon), Jake began to develop a new drug. One more powerful than even he could ever have imagined. It would require too much time to delve into the biochemistry involved in the work Jake set out on. He began with the same chemistry used in Viagra, but from there began synthesizing drugs that stimulated the areas of the brain that not only control sexual desire, but also some that even were thought to contribute to sexual preference and those that are triggered during orgasm. In the course of this work, Jake discovered many links to the body's reproductive systems, and through some initial testing on the laboratory rats Pfizer kept by the thousands, was able to produce REMARKABLE results. After 6 weeks, Jake had developed a fine powder, easily made into a pill format, that made male rats attempt to mate with one another, and in the process, ejaculate 6-8 times the normal amount of semen. This left the rats dehydrated to the point where they began to develop a behavior where they always attempted this mating by the cage water bottles, consuming vast amounts of liquid during the intercourse. When this occurred, the rats seemed to be able to ejaculate...endlessly. In one experiment, a single rat produced over a cup of semen over a 30 minute period, drinking almost constantly over that period. Slowly, the effect would wear off and the rats would resume their normal behavior. To avoid detection of his work, Jake would often need to wash the cages AND the rats at the end of the night. With every week that went by, Jake became more and more impatient to try the drug himself. He actually found himself getting turned on during the experiments, imagining all the things that could happen if this drug were not given to a cage full of rats, but a room full of men. When he felt that there had been enough testing, he vowed one evening to take the drug himself. One the way home from the lab, he bought 12 one gallon jugs of spring water, getting very strange looks from the staff of the store. He had synthesized several pills, each a scaled-up version of what he'd been giving the rats, but a bit weaker so he could control the dosage of the drug. When Jake got home, he was too excited to do anything else, and immediately popped the first pill into his mouth and chased it with a glass of water. He sat down on his living room couch, and waited. Within minutes, his pulse began to race a bit and his vision seemed to come in and out of focus. He started to panic, realizing that this whole project was an EXTREME risk, and he had pushed the time envelope way too quickly. He should have done more testing, he should have tested on other animal, he should have...suddenly, he broke out into a feverish sweat, and was immediately filled with...LUST. But a directed lust, for cock, for ass, for MEN. Visions of naked men, men having sex with men, men cumming filled his head. In 10 seconds, his cock had grown to its full modest seven inches, and did not have any indication of quitting. This had happened with the Viagra before, but never with this sexualized emotional reeling. Almost immediately after his cock reached full length and girth, he felt a slowly approaching orgasm. Holy shit, he thought, it's w-w-working. His legs started to buckle, and he dropped to the floor, trying desperately to open his pants and pull out his cock before it was...too late. His cock began spurting powerful jets of semen inside of his boxer briefs, filling the soft cotton with semen, as his mind reeled with the most powerful orgasm he'd ever felt. Struggling to the kitchen to avoid making a mess of his carpeted living room, Jake collapsed on the floor as he pulled off his pants and underwear. Spunk spilled out onto the floor, what Jake estimated was probably 1/2 cup already, and his cock was still going. He grabbed it and began to pump it like he'd done when he was 13 and used to masturbate 4-5 times a day. It felt great, just like those days, only this time it wasn't stopping. The semen was coming faster now, soaking his shirt (he thought later, it would have been a good idea to have gotten naked and in the bathtub first...oh well) with several jets hitting his face. After about 2 minutes of this endless orgasm, it subsided, leaving Jake a sticky heap of cum-drenched man on his kitchen floor. His mouth felt unbelievably parched, but overall, he felt fine. He reached up to the counter and pulled down one of the gallon jugs of water, and in seconds, had drained half of it. Suddenly, the feelings began again, this time a bit stronger. Jake finished the jug just in time for the next wave of orgasm to hit, this one stronger than the first. His balls ached as he reached down and felt them churning, semen this time shooting directly into his face and over his shoulders in mighty spurts. Unable to resist, Jake began lapping at the sweet juice, aiming his raging cock directly at his face and directing the stream of jizz straight into his mouth. The great thirst returning, Jake found that swallowing his own semen was satisfying it. This time, the orgasm lasted 5 minutes, and didn't really subside until Jake had finally decided he'd had enough and stopped drinking the load that seemed to never stop coming. Once he did this, his orgasm and ejaculation continued for several minutes, continuing to drench him from head to toe. As the last bits of spunk finally dribbled out of his cock, Jake assessed the scene. His entire kitchen floor was covered in his jizz, as were all over the lower cabinets he had leaned up against for support. Jake could only guess that this was about a gallon of semen, as that was exactly how much water he'd consumed. While he'd been drinking his own cum, the ejaculation must literally have been "recycled." Amazing, he thought. Of course the rats would never have shown this, as they were not really adept at fellatio, or even aiming their ejaculations in any direction. There were many random flecks here and there on the counters. The thirst had returned once more, but this time, much subsided. Jake drank a quarter of the next jug of water, and within minutes was ejaculating again, this time only for about 30 seconds and with a bit weaker emotional stimulus, but still enough to produce a mind-blowing orgasm and a healthy few cups of cum. This cycle continued until the 2nd gallon jug had been emptied, and Jake could drink water without it triggering an orgasm. He was left a bit exhausted, but absolutely ecstatic. He'd realized his dream. Sure, there was some more refinement to be done, but this would work. Jake showered, removing the rest of the cum from his hair and clothes, and as he mopped up his kitchen, he thought of the other pills. Like any good scientist, Jake wanted to do more testing, but this time, on real men. Thinking where the safest place to do this was, Jake immediately came up with the local city bathhouse. Shit, men went there to get off: certainly none of them would complain if they found themselves getting off like they'd never gotten off before. As much as he wanted to test this out tonight, he was too tired to go through what he did on his kitchen floor this evening. It could wait until tomorrow. After cleaning, Jake passed out in his bed, more satisfied than he'd been in many years. Jake could hardly sit still at work the day after he tested his new drug on himself, knowing that tonight he'd test the same drug in the local city bathhouse. Having been there a few times in his younger days, Jake knew his way around the place well enough to know it would be the perfect place to run his test. All he had to do was literally walk into the place, find a few men by the hot tub, tell them about it, and he was pretty sure they'd give it a try. After work, perhaps the worse torture was Jake coaching the local college swimming team for 2 hours, fantasizing about what would happen if he introduced his drug into the lives of these 18-22 year old boys, almost all of whom were straight, and the rest of whom pretended to be. There were two younger boys, Martin and Jordan, both freshmen that Jake had pretty much pegged as being gay, but not at the stage of admitting to anyone, let alone themselves yet. Perhaps he'd be doing them a favor with his drug...just a little nudge in the right direction never hurt, he thought. It could wait; the bathhouse test must be first. That evening Jake arrived at the bathhouse during its busiest time, 10PM. This was not a dumpy facility by any means like some city's bathhouses. There was a large 15 person Jacuzzi, clean showers, a weight room (which never seemed to get used for weight lifting!) and about 20 lockers with beds and televisions. Of course, the place wreaked of sweat and come, but nothing like what it would wreak like tonight, Jake thought, as he stepped through the door. He had made sure to arrive with 50 pills tonight, each made with a bit stronger of a dose than what he'd taken the night before. He paid the desk attendant, stripped out of his day clothes, took the pill bottle, and wrapped the towel around himself. He had also grabbed 2 jugs of water from his house that he had stashed in his gym bag when he entered the place. Now, he was getting mildly strange looks from the men cruising the halls as he walked along with a shit-eating grin on his face, toting 2 gallon jugs of water through the place. He went straight upstairs to the Jacuzzi, where he figured he could start. There he found 6 perfect subjects to start with. There were 2 married, chubby lawyers, Gordon and John, both who worked at the same firm and came to the bathhouse just to, as that put it, "sit back and watch." Neither of them had ever dared have sex with each other or with the men there, claiming that they were both straight and just got "sort of turned on watching men have sex." Both men were about 5' 6" and weighed in at about 260 pounds. They sat on the edge of the tub, lazily pulling on their rather small semi-erect cocks watching the other 4 men in the Jacuzzi work each other over. Jose, a wiry 24 year old international Latino grad student at the same college Jake coached swimming at, seemed to be the center of attention. He was standing in the middle of the tub, 2 men slathering his cock with their mouths, another one gently chewing on his nipples while jerking off his stiff 9 inch cock. The man on the nipples was Steve, a 45 year old extremely well endowed ex-football jock who still had the build he had in college. Forever closeted, his only sexual release came in the anonymous sex he had in the bathhouse. The two men taking turns giving Jose's 8 inch prong the tongue bath were actually twins, Casey and Brennan. They were the perfect Irish stereotype: red beards, husky frames, and perfectly matching 6 inch cocks. They worked a local hardware store in town, pretty much running the family business that had been passed down in their family for generations. At a young age, the two had discovered the jerking off together, then blowing each other, and finally, all out sex with one another. Throughout junior high school and high school, they kept their love for one another a secret, but pretty much most people in town had them pegged. As they languished on Jose's turgid cock, they both stroked each others dicks with their thick hands under the bubbling water. Jake stopped at the tub and removed his towel, letting his mostly erect cock spring forward as he sat down at the edge next to Gordon and John. Both eyed him and smiled, not interrupting their self-pleasuring actions. "Sit down and enjoy the show, we certainly are" crooned Gordon. John smiled and laughed. "Yeah, we figured we'd let the in-shape guys fuck it out, we'll just play the chubby audience." "How would you like the show to get a whole lot better, and maybe require some audience participation?" asked John, still smiling that shit-eating grin. "What do you mean?" questioned John. "Looks like they've got it going on pretty well without 240 more pounds in the way!" Jake was impatient and figured he'd go for broke. "What if I told you that I had a little pill for each of you that made you not only hard as a rock for as long as you can stand, but would make you cum endlessly, so long as you keep drinking water or cum?" Gordon looked at him and said, "I'd say you were about to put Viagra out of business! Then I'd say you were crazy. You think we'd take a drug without knowing what it would do to us?" Jake laughed. "What if I took it first?" Gordon and John looked at one another, still slowly jerking their semi-hard 4 inch cocks. "Heck, sure! Knock yourself out." John muttered. "You don't actually expect us to believe you, do you?" "I suppose it does sound pretty fucked up. So sit back and watch my show then." John said as he opened the pill bottle and swallowed the first pill, chasing it with a healthy dose of water. At this point, the action in the hot tub had sort of subsided, as all the men had overheard the conversation, but not given it much notice until Jake actually took real pills out and ate one. Now they all were staring at him with curious looks on their faces. Jose looked a little impatient, as he was certainly missing the attention of his boys, but he figured it could wait once everyone figured out that this guy was nuts. All of a sudden, Jake's cock visibly sprung to full attention, and he immediately grabbed it and started wanking it for all it was worth. "That's nothing special" said Brennan. "I've heard Viagra will give you a woody that won't quit. I'll be impressed if that cock shoots like a firehose." No sooner had the word left his mouth than Jake's cock erupted with powerful force, shooting a stream of cum straight up into the air for 20 seconds that rained down on all six men. They all stood there dumbfounded, their mouths wide open. Some of his come dripped into the gaping mouths of each of the 6 men, none of whom even moved to wipe it off. As Jake's cum stream slowly subsided to a languid, spurting flow, Casey was the first to speak. "Are you sure this stuff is safe?" he asked? Through the spasms of his continued orgasm, Jake exclaimed, "As long as you k-k-keep drinking w-w-water or cummmm..." and then proceeded to shoot another giant load, this time preserving the precious fluid by shooting it straight into his mouth. "Unbelievable..." all 6 men said in unison. "The pills are in the bottle, please make sure you only take one." The 6 scrambled for the bottle, and despite their eagerness, each carefully snagged a pill for themselves, downing it as quickly as possible. In moments, each of them joined Jake in his orgasmic bliss. The twins had gotten out of the tub and after several seconds of non-stop ejaculation, immediately got the same idea and chowed down on each other’s spurting rods. It didn't take long before their beards were coated in the others cum that poured out of their mouths, unable to completely swallow the copious amounts of spunk spurting from their respective, rock-hard 6 inch cocks. At several points, each would "come up for air", pointing the others prick at their chests, soaking them in white creamy ejaculate before returning to the sucking. Gordon and John watched this scene intently as their hard yet still 4 and a half inch cocklets began erupting with the same fervor and raining down on their fat pectorals and smooth, large bellies. Both had increased their masturbatory pace to a blurry pounding of fists, and their minds were now filled with true gay desires, the lust for cock unbearable. Neither could go on with what they now knew was a lie all along, that they just "liked to watch." As if on cue, both of them looked at one another, and then immediately fell into the same position as Casey and Brennan, greedily chomping down on the other's endlessly spurting penis as if it were their last meal. Meanwhile, Jose and Steve were still standing in the Jacuzzi, locked in a fierce kiss with their bodies pressed as tightly together as possible with their cocks spewing cups and cups of jism between then, dripping down their flat stomachs and into the bubbling water. Jose would periodically reach between them and scoop up a handful of the load and rub it all over Steve's well-built frame, into his graying hair, and occasionally sticking his coated fingers in his mouth, given them both a taste of their mixed semen. Steve in turn began to do the same, only taking his sticky coated fingers and working them into Jose's twitching asshole. All the while, Jake sat back fisting his exploding rod, drinking in the scene as well as periodically taking a swig from the 3 foot arc of semen that just kept streaming from his straining 7 inch cock. THIS was more like it, he thought. After about 10 minutes of this continuous orgasm, enough semen was lost dripping from mouths, spurted onto orgasm-wracked bodies, flowed into the turbulent water of the hot tub (which had begun to turn a milky shade of white), and just lost on the tile and walls surrounding the men that the drug's effectiveness wore off. Gordon had figured this out, and remembering Jake's words, immediately began passing around the remaining jugs of water. All the men, feeling incredibly parched, drank feverishly from the containers, spilling much of the precious water onto their semen-soaked bodies. So much water was lost in this process that by the time the jugs reached tubby John again, they were bone dry. "I'll get more, hang on!!!!" he cried, and pulled his corpulent body up off the floor and, toting both jugs in hand, waddled as fast as he could to the showers to refill them. Upon entering the showers, he immediately turned three of them on and stood in one, refilling the jugs in either hand while keeping his mouth upturned into the shower he was standing in, gulping down as much water as he could. Just as the jugs filled and John felt in control of his thirst, the second wave of orgasm hit him. His legs gave out as his tiny dick once again stuck straight out beneath his sagging belly and shot clear across the shower room, striking a group of 5 men who had previously been engaged in a mutual jerk off session of their own when this strange little chub entered the shower and began filling up jugs and drinking the water from the showerhead like a madman. As John squealed with pleasure, once again fisting his spurting cocklet at a furious pace, the 5 men rushed over to him to assist, assuming there was some kind of medical condition. One asked, "Dear god, is there anything we can do?" John merely looked up, still firing wad after wad of sticky jism at the men, and managed to squeal, "Take this water to the hot tub and ask-k-k-k about the p-p-pills." The men looked at one another and then back at John, who now had begun aiming his small dick at his face, lapping up anything he could get into his mouth, and with the other hand, massaging the rest of his copious load all over his large belly and then jamming 3 of his fat fingers as far as they could go up his asshole. Finding his prostate, he began massaging it, only to induce another round of high pitched squeals and increased semen flow from his pricklet. The men grabbed the jugs and rushed out to the Jacuzzi, where they were met with the most amazing sight. The entire area was soaked in semen, so much so that several of the men slipped on the gooey tile and fell down into the mess as they ran to the scene. Everyone there, including Jake, was covered in a pearly white sheen of sticky cock juice. Brennan and Casey were now engaged in a rather acrobatic feat, rolling along the slippery tile until one was sitting astride the other with that brother's pulsing rod spewing cream deep into his asshole, only to be flowing out again and around the aching shaft as there was just too much cream for anyone's rectum to hold. The brother on top was roaring with pleasure has he fed his brother his own spurting rod as he bounced hard up and down on the other's cock. After about 30 seconds of this relentless fucking, they would roll the other direction and switch places. Meanwhile, Jose and Steve had gotten out of the hot tub and were engaged in a tight 69, Jose deep throating all of Steve's 9 inch wonder, the jet of come streaming directly into his stomach. Steve, in turn, was doing much the same, creating a complete cycle of cum. With John gone, Jake had taken over servicing Gordon, having pushed him into the hot tub and bending him over forwards as he plowed his 7 inches over and over into Gordon's fleshy ass. Periodically he would reach around the massive body and grab a handful of the cum spewing out of Gordon's little prick and devour it, while Gordon took to simply diving his head into the now completely cum-stained Jacuzzi water and drinking it like a pig at the trough. The 5 men who arrived at the scene just stood there stunned, all grabbing their newly renewed erections as they took in the scene. Finally, one had the gumption to ask, "Your friend said something about a pill?" Thus began the most intense night of sex any of the men at the city bathhouse had ever witnessed in their lives. Gone were the preferences of body type, race, and age. By the time the evening was over, every man in the place had fucked and sucked or been fucked by or sucked by almost every other guy. Despite all the frenzy, Jake was able to monitor the pill bottle, and made sure that every man got just one. The increased dosage carried the men to 2 hours of near constant ejaculation, interrupted only by periods of mass rushing to the showers to drink. John became pretty much immobilized on the shower right where he'd collapsed the first time as man after man would come in to drink water, and he'd be the first one they'd see when their orgasms began again. By the end of the evening, John sat dazed in a pool of cum inches deep in the shower room, having had his mouth fucked and ass plowed by every man there at least twice or three times. Still, his little cocklet spurted out tiny jets of cum here and there as he lay swimming in the warm creamy sea of spunk. The Irish twins, Casey and Brennan, had at one point in the night teamed with another pair of twins, and pretty much tried every possible combination and position with the other couple that was possible. Steve and Jose became lost in the sea of men, each taking turns informing newcomers of what was going on (though it didn't take anyone long to figure it out). Jake took orders for pills at the end of that night that he figured he could sell for several thousands of dollars, enough to pay to have the bathhouse cleaned, which took the entire next day. He figured that now that he had the formula, he could pretty much set up his own lab in his house and use his Pfizer connections to buy the raw materials wholesale without anyone knowing. While the excitement of a new business opportunity was on his mind as he stumbled from the bathhouse just before sunrise, his true interest was continuing to test and perfect his new drug. All his thoughts were turned towards that swim team he helped coach. He just needed to figure out a way to get them all to take it. The local college swim team was like any other Division III swimming program: basically, a mix of excellent athletes who chose the school for it's academic programs instead of its sports teams, and some less-than stellar swimmers just out to have fun. This resulted in a healthy mix of body types on the team, from ripped hunks to pudgy but in shape chubs. The team also had representatives from several different ethnic groups, as it touted a significant international student population. Jake's job with the swimming team was strictly volunteer. He enjoyed working with Phil, the head coach, who he'd met at a local gay bar years back and shared his swimming past. Phil was a short stocky guy that Jake had not really felt much physical attraction to ever, but really enjoyed his company. They each got a healthy kick out of the fact that many other gay men considered that they had "dream jobs": working a bunch of nearly naked 18-22 year old bodies into shape for 8 months out of the year. Both remained closeted to the team, fearing a loss of respect from the swimmers, who tended to be overly homophobic. Strange for a bunch of guys who spend a good deal of time with next to nothing on, showering with one another sometimes 6 days a week. Ah, yes, the showers. Always a strange place when the swim team occupied them. After practice, they all marched into the open shower room (there were no dividing partition, just one rectangular room with 25 shower heads on 3 walls) and washed down their exhausted bodies, but always leaving on their suits. Occasionally, Jake and Phil would shower with the team after a practice to get the smell of the chlorine off their bodies that hung around the pool, but they were always naked. Most of the guys didn't seem to ever take notice, but it seemed to make quite a few uncomfortable. Specifically this year, two freshmen, Martin and Jordan, always seemed to steal what they believed to be hidden glances at the coach's soaped up naked bodies. Jake caught each of them on separate occasions peering over and him and Phil from time to time. Once he even smiled back at Martin during one of these furtive staring sessions, which completely embarrassed the boy, so much that he immediately left the shower area, blushing and immediately wrapping a towel around what appeared to be a growing erection. Speedo swimming suits never did leave much to the imagination. Jake had felt bad for these two boys, remembering how impossible it was to come out of the closet when he was a swimmer (he had waited until he was 24 and well out of college before he told anyone.) They both looked the part, too. Thin, hair cropped short and pushed forward in a Caesar-style rave-boy look, and spoke with somewhat effeminate voices. Even others on the team had picked up on it, as Jake overhead several of them asking each other whether they thought "those two freshmen were homos." Helping them come out of the closet was not what spurned his interest in using the swim team as his next test subjects for his new drug, but he secretly hoped this would edge those two out, and maybe even make the team a little more tolerant of homosexuality. Heck, if the component of the drug that stimulated homosexuality really worked (this didn't get much of a test in a bathhouse full of gay men), the team would have a new level of "appreciation" for gays and man-on-man sex. The only way he could figure that he could get the drug to the boys was to lace the team's supply of Gatorade right at the end of practice. He and Phil had long ago made it a requirement for everyone at the end of practice to "rehydrate" after practice: it is a bit of a myth that swimming doesn't take moisture from your body like sport in which you sweat. Everyone took to the rule well, and religiously, at the end of every practice, they all chugged a couple of cups of the stuff before heading to the showers. Phil and Jake usually joined them, just to make the point. Jake chose a Friday afternoon practice to run his test. Rather than making pills, he'd measured out what appeared to be a heavy dose of the drug, but only because it was in powder form so that it would easily dissolve in any liquid. Jake figured that he could easily slip this into the Gatorade, which he made from a powder each practice and was kept in a large vat (like you see teams pouring over their football coaches after winning games) at poolside. He figured all the boys would have a chance to make it to the showers before the effects would kick in, and at that point, their own thirst would be enough to get them to drink all the available water they'd need to keep the drug's potency going. His plan worked like a charm. Just before the end of the practice, while Phil was wrapping up the final warm down with the guys, Jake mixed his "special batch" of Gatorade. 22 exhausted boys got out of the pool, grabbed cups, drank, and headed immediately for the showers. It was no accident that Jake had chosen Friday night to run his test, and nobody tended to linger as there were frat parties and movies to go to. Many of the guys had steady girlfriends that they were eager to get to, and hopefully score with that evening. Jake and Phil grabbed cups of their own and drank some of the Gatorade too, and headed into the showers as well. Jake made sure he poured out any leftover drink before they left the pool area, for fear that someone might accidentally discover it. The shower routine started off just as it always did, but didn't take long to change...and change it did. All 22 guys were showering, all still wearing their black Speedo suits, none daring to take them off. Martin and Jordan had taken their usual spot in the corner, sort of out of the way of the bigger juniors and seniors, who were chatting it up about their plans for the weekend. As usual, the conversation was usually about sex. "Dude, I can't wait to get out of here, I need to get myself laid like nobodies business," yelled Chet, a 6 foot tall senior from Theta Kappa Delta fraternity. One of the captains of the team, Chet was every woman's and gay man's physical dream. A blond crew-cut Adonis with large pectorals gracing his chest, which tapered down to an 8-pack abdomen ripped across a 32 inch waist. Though none of them would admit it, all the guys secretly wished they had his body. Chet didn't date anyone specifically, but never seemed to be out of a chance to get pussy, given his physique and the never-ending flow of drunk, loose sorority women who flowed through his frat house. Chet tended to be a bit of an arrogant asshole, and frequently picked on the freshmen, often singling out Martin and Jordan as "the team homos." Jake and Phil always told him to knock off the language and the , but never disciplined him beyond that for fear of exposing themselves. "Man, I'll bet you just go home and spank it every night, all these stories are just trash!" jeered Tony, another senior and co-captain of the team. Chet and Tony frequently had this banter, and though great friends, seemed to always have a rivalry in and out of the pool. Tony was similarly build, only was about 4 inches shorter and had dark, olive Italian skin covered with a fairly thick carpet of hair. At the end of the season when all the boys shaved down for the final meet, Tony always looked a bit like a naked mole rat without his soft coat of man-fur. Ray and Carter broke into peals of laughter at this retort from Tony. Both were Juniors on the team, definitely primed to be captains in the fall. While Ray was a good swimmer, also well built and tall at 6" 2', Carter was definitely usually taking up the last position in races. A bit on the heavy side and shorter, Carter stood at 5" 5' and weighed in just shy of 200 pounds. During the season, a lot of his baby fat seemed a little more muscular, but he still sported a bit of a gut, which during the summers often grew as his weight swelled to about 215. Still, he stuck with the team, and was always cheering everyone else on. "What the fuck are you laughing at, Chubs?" Chet hollered over at Carter, calling him by the nickname that he'd had since day one on the team. He didn't seem to mind it, even joking about his own weight from time to time. "I don't see your fat ass getting a lot of action! And for you information, Tonyboy, I get a lot more play in a week than you're Dago ass will see in a lifetime." Brushing off the onslaught of insults, Tony simply retorted, "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it." "Yeah, me too!" chimed in Ray, along with a bunch of the other guys some of whom had been dying to have a chance to put Chet in his place a bit, a little weary of his posturing, arrogance, and bullying. Chet began to take this all a little more seriously feeling the pressure of being ganged up on. He also started to feel a little feverish, and noticed his own cock seemed to be getting hard. Fuck, he thought, all this chick talk's giving me a woody, I'd better cool it. "Yeah, I bet y'all are just jealous. Heck, I bet even some of you envy the chicks I sleep with...yeah, that's right. Maybe you two homos over there go home and jerk off thinking about me, huh?" Chet then immediately found himself thinking about that, and found the thought incredibly erotic and exciting. What the fuck is happening to me, he thought. I'm no homo, but damn the idea of those two jerking each other off is really hot...shit, what's going on? Meanwhile, Jordan and Martin were cowering in the corner, trying desperately to cover their own growing erections. Both had the same thought: shit, he knows. And now the whole team is going to know. Here I am getting a hard on as he's asking me if I jerk off thinking about him. Of course, at different times, both boys had worked up their own sexual fantasies about Chet. Martin had developed an elaborate one where he was fucking Chet in the shower after practice one day after Jake kept them late. Suspecting Jake was gay, he also fantasized that Jake came in, discovered them, and stripped, jamming his cock deep into Chet's throat while Martin fucked his ass. Jordan had developed his own fantasy where Chet AND Tony both cornered him in the steam room at the gym and took turns fucking him in the face and ass, in the end spewing their pent up loads all over his body as he jerked himself off. Memories of these fantasies were now ALL Martin and Jordan could think about, and their cocks strained in their Speedo's in response. Martin, sensing that something fucked up was going on by his own mind beginning to reel with sexual desire, decided to be bold for the first time. "Looks like you're getting turned on by that thought, judging from the rod you're sprouting in your own suit there." Chet blushed the deepest shade of red anyone had ever seen a guy turn. Jake was looking over the entire scene with great interest now, staring at all the boys in the shower stalls. As much as he was trying to control his own erection, it was quickly growing as well. He looked over at Phil, who seemed a little shocked at his own cock rising up on its own to its full 6 inches. As Phil made attempts to cover it with his hands, he found his fingers wrapping around it instead and slowly beginning to pump. He too noticed now that all the boys in the shower had raging erections, and all seemed to be consciously or unconsciously rubbing them, all while quietly standing back witnessing the altercation between Chet and Martin. Chet started to stutter as he tried to come up with a come back, and all he could think about was fucking Martin, fucking Jordan, fucking any of the other boys in the shower, heck even Jake and Phil looked pretty hot right now, and DAMN, they were hard too. All the guys were blushing now as they realized they were all hard, but unable to make any attempts to hide their tented Speedos. "Aww....f-f-f-fuck, what's going on? I n-n-eed it bad, holy shit...." Chet cried as he leaned against the shower wall and whipped down his suit, revealing a dripping 11 inch whopper of a cock. ALL of the boys in the shower gasped at the sight of it and were filled with their own lust watching Chet grab his meat and pound it up and down with fury. Just as an army follows their leader, the rest of the team started removing their suits too, some not in enough time for what followed. One by one, all of them started to ejaculate constant streams of cum. Tony was actually first, having taken down his suit seconds after Chet revealed his mammoth rod. His respectable 8 inch Italian sausage sprang out and almost immediately began shooting cream straight across the shower, hitting Chet's well built chest, and then spraying over the teammates to his left and right. Chet almost immediately followed, his own cock spraying back across to Tony, sometimes hitting him in the crotch, soaking his crotch of thick black fur with white sticky Fratboy jism, while at other points nailing him in the chest too. Ray, who was standing next to Tony, got hit with Chet's load, but didn't seem to notice as he was preoccupied staring at the 3 foot arc of cum streaming from his own dick. He'd whipped out of his suit moments before, his mind filled with images of going down on any guy there. Carter, continuing his role as the slow one, had not even gotten the chance to pull down his suit, and instead just stared down over his chubby belly at the black fabric now seeping white cream out over the elastic and through the material. His suit, usually stretch to it's limits by his large buttocks, now ballooned out in even further with cum. Seeing this, Ray felt an overwhelming need to help his corpulent friend, and dropped to his knees while pulling the boy's cum-filled suit down over his large ass. A cascade of cum flowed out over Ray's hands and down his arms, as well as down Carter's thick legs, as his 4 inch erection sprang forward and began shooting Ray straight in the face. Carter had always been able to hide the true size of his small cock, and despite not being ashamed of his weight, always felt a self-conscious about his dick being too tiny. He didn't seem to care, nor did Ray who, seeing no other solution to stop getting hit in the face with Carter's cum, simply dove into his fat crotch and took the entirety of his shooting cock into his mouth. Jake was watching all of this, dumbfounded and also lost in the realm of his own incredible orgasm, shooting his spunk 4 feet in the air to rain down on himself and Phil, who was standing next to him, doing the same thing. At the sight of Ray going down on Carter, Jake figured the show had started, and pulled Phil to the already cum soaked floor. "Fuck me," he commanded, and Phil needed no more encouragement. Propping Jake's legs up on his shoulders, he drove his 6 incher straight into Jake's twitching asshole. No need for lube when all the he needed was shooting out of his own cock at an alarming rate. He no longer questioned what was happening or why, all he needed now was cock, ass, anything related to sex and men. As he bent Jake further and further onto his back, Jake was able to better aim his own cock into his mouth, drinking up the precious fluid. Not that there was any shortage of cum or water in the place. All the showers were still on, and every boy in the place was shooting semen at a rate of a quart a minute. Through the massive orgy that had ensued, Jake looked down the shower room to see what he had hoped to see: Martin and Jordan locked in a passionate kiss. Their own young 5 inch cocks shot endlessly between their pressed bodies, coating their hairless chests with a slick coat of jism. Jake had not anticipated the extended duration of the potency of the drug when mixed with Gatorade, along with the fact that the boys never left the showers and pretty much endlessly quenched their thirsts. For 3 hours straight, the scene continued, all the boys, Jake and Phil totally without any sense of time passing. All their focus was aimed at fucking and getting fucked. Over the course of the night, both Martin and Jordan got to live out their fantasies with Chet. About 15 minutes into the cum-soaked orgy, Martin left Jordan and stumbled over to Chet, who was busy sucking on Jake's spurting rod. "Got any orifices open for a faggot like me?" he asked grinning from ear to ear. Chet sheepishly looked up, wiping the cum from his eyes that dripped out of his jism soaked crew cut hair, and simple gurgled, "Fuck my ass, stud" before returning to slathering Jake's cock. Martin was the first to take the frat-boy's cherry, and Chet loved every moment of it. Martin slid his 5 inches all at once into the muscled asshole, and felt its tight warmth encase his spouting cock. He, Jake, and Chet stayed locked in this fuck for a good 10 minutes before Jordan came over, and grabbing Tony on the way, asked the two captains, "Which one of you want's my ass first?" Tony, who had been getting his own ass fucked by two other freshmen simultaneously while having his face pounded by Chester's tiny spewing prong for what seemed like hours, was certainly ready to play top. Slipping to the floor with a splash into the inch deep swill of cum and water mixed there, he pulled Jordan down with him and right onto his raging, shooting cock with a THUD. Chet pulled himself free from Jake and Martin, and forced as much of his 11 inch ejaculating rod into Jordan's mouth as would fit. Jordan soaked his fingers with his own come, as well as Chet's load spilling out of his mouth, and drove them deep into Chet's ass, only causing Chet to howl with pleasure and increase the power and volume of his cum stream. By the time the drug wore off, 22 completely spent boys all lay on their backs or leaned up against the walls of the shower room, sitting in 5 inches of their own warm spunk. The drains had backed up during the last hour, thankfully, there was a 6 inch ledge that normally kept the water in, and now serving as a dam for what must have been nearly 1,000 gallons of cum that swirled on the floor. Several of the boys continued to suck one another off, getting the final bits of fresh cream from each other's softening dicks, while others just lazily jerked the last spurts of cum out of their own dicks as their bodies occasionally convulsed with short jags of orgasmic pleasure. Martin and Jordan were passed out in the corner, Martin's now-flaccid dick firmly embedded in Jordan's still-convulsing ass. Chester was lying flat on his back, slowly massaging the cum swirling all around him all over his huge body, while Ray fed him the last bits of his cum standing over him, spilling spurt after spurt in his open mouth. Chet and Tony sat in another corner, having a small "cum battle", splashing each other with the deep accumulated load on the floor, occasionally stopping to jam their own fingers into their cum filled asses to force any last remains of jism from their spent rods. Jake surveyed the scene as he and Phil slowly rubbed each other's now flaccid cocks and thought how his latest test had gone far beyond his expectations. It would be interesting to see how the team reacted to one another in the days that followed, now having all had sex with one another. But what more was on his mind was the next experiment he would do. There seemed to be no end to the possibilities. He grinned wildly on the thought that Pfizer really never knew how close they had come to making a REALLY good drug. |
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