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.