This story features sex between two teenage boys. If this is a subject that makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy.
Mind Games
Have you ever seen the movie "Star Wars"? Remember the scene where Obi-Wan waves his hand at the Stormtrooper and he does what Obi-Wan says? Well, I can do something pretty much like that. I can plant thoughts, suggestions and urges in people's heads. They believe that the thoughts I give them are their own, so they obey them without question, even when this leads to previously unthinkable or unbelievable actions. Who, after all, would disobey himself?
I discovered my power by accident one day on the school bus. I was sitting across the aisle and a few rows behind a kid named Tyler, a gorgeous little hottie I'd been dreaming about the whole year. To while away the long ride, I had covered my lap with my backpack and begun to dream up another fantasy about my favorite boy. In my mind I had a clear picture of Tyler on the bus, slipping his hand down his pants and jerking his hot cock until he flooded his undies with cum. My eyes had glazed while I was dreaming, so I didn't notice what was happening until it was over. In my mind, Tyler had just coated his hand with a nice creamy load, when back in the real world I heard a girl shriek "Eeew, gross! Tyler peed his pants!" I blinked and focused on my idol, only to see him staring blankly at his hand, which dripped with the cum that was now seeping through the front of his khakis. I couldn't say who was more shocked, me or him, but when his stop came he fled the bus in tears.
Over the next few weeks I explored my power whenever I could, testing its abilities and limits. I found I could control another person completely by planting thoughts step-by-step, or I could plant a general idea and let the person carry it out. I could also sort of broadcast a general suggestion to all the people in the area that they should ignore what I don't want them to see. I'd like to say that I used my power for good, to help the helpless and defend the powerless, but I can't. As you would imagine, being a teenage boy, I use my power to have fun and get some. It's the best way of staying awake in class, too...
"Watch where you're going, dipshit." I bounced off Eric's shoulder and into the lockers. He laughed and kept walking down the hall, keeping up with his friend Pete. The two teens were almost twins: about six feet, both heavily muscled and both with blond hair and blue eyes. They were, of course, jocks, and as such had very little regard for anyone smaller or smarter than themselves. They were a couple of the biggest sluts in the school, and were currently fucking their way through the cheerleading team, trading each girl in when she got too boring or clingy. Hmm, not bad looking, even with all those muscles...
Eric leaned back in his chair, ready to sleep through another math class. Since the school had changed to 80 minute classes he had been doing worse than usual. No matter how many times he got yelled at, he couldn't even pretend to pay attention. Pete was sitting next to him, idly drawing a girl with giant tits in his assignment pad. She looks kinda familiar, Eric thought. "Who's that", he whispered to Pete.
"Pam. The chick who dyked out at Jerry's party last week. She felt up some other girl in front of everyone. Fuckin hot, dude."
"Mister Miller!" the teacher snapped. "If you're quite through, maybe you'd like to pay enough attention to score higher than a 42% on your next test." The rest of the class laughed as Pete slouched down in his seat, staring at his drawing. As the class moved on, he remembered the night of the party, where he had got Pam trashed. She and that other girl had started making out right on the couch, pushing their hands up each others skirts and fingering their juicy cunts, moaning and squirming... Damn, he was throwing wood. Well, he was in the back row, no one would see... He rested his hand on his crotch and began to squeeze his cock through his shorts.
Eric had noticed his friend's hand drop to his shorts, and he turned his head away. `Horny fucker,' he thought. Then, as he heard Pete's breathing quicken, his eyes were drawn back to his friend. As he watched Pete grope himself, eyes closed and head back, his own dick began to twitch. The muscles on Pete's arm bulged as he started to rub himself harder and faster. Eric knew how strong those arms were: he and Pete often wrestled together on his living room floor. He noticed that as Pete's arm moved, he could catch glimpses of his nipple through the arm of his muscle shirt. It was dark read and swollen, and Eric knew from the lockerroom showers that there were no hairs anywhere on that broad chest. A tuft of hair was visible at Pete's armpit. Eric had smelled that musky scent hundreds of times... His cock was fully hard now, and Pete was openly gripping his through his shorts. Eric looked around, worried that someone would notice, but even the girl sitting on the other side of Pete was concentrating on the teacher. He grabbed his own cock, giving it a few tentative rubs as he watched his friend.
In Pete's mind, Pam had just sucked one of the other girl's nipples into her mouth. The urge to masturbate was so strong now that he started to fumble with his zipper, dragging it down and pulling his cock right out through the slit in his boxers. He gathered up the precum dripping from his cock head and wrapped his hand around his 8 incher. As he began to jerk away in earnest, Pam kissed her way down the girl's belly...
Eric had watched Pete's zipper come down with open shock, but when that beautiful cock with its shining pink head came into view his own cock pulsed, sending out a wave of precum. Horrified, he saw a wet spot grow on his shorts as his cock kept leaking. As quietly as he could, he yanked down his own zipper and lifted his cock free. The slippery fluid was flowing almost like he was taking a leak. Trying to keep it off his shorts, he cupped his palm under the head, but it quickly began to fill up. His eyes darted around, looking if anyone had noticed he had his cock in his hand, but no one was paying attention. It was almost like he and Pete weren't even in the classroom. He felt the precum start to overflow and trickle down the back of his hand. After another desperate look around, he lifted his butt off the seat and pulled his shorts and boxers to his knees, letting his cock drip onto the floor. A groan from his right brought his attention back to Pete, who was now rubbing his nipples beneath his shirt. As Eric watched, Pete's hand stopped jerking long enough for him to pull his shirt off and drop it on the floor. Both hands then returned to their manipulations, leaving Pete's broad, smooth chest open to view. Eric's eyes locked onto the nipple that Pete was twisting. It was angry red and swollen from the abuse, and it was also the hottest thing Eric had ever seen. Pete's blunt, strong fingers worked it roughly, pulling and rubbing at the hard little nub, and something about the sight drove Eric wild. He began to pound his own cock, the flood of precum making it nice and slick. It also made a mess, his fist flicking droplets onto his bunched up shorts and even his shoes. With a little groan of frustration, Eric used his feet to pry off his shoes and then dropped the shorts to the floor. He kicked them under his chair, out of the flow. He grabbed his slippery cock and turned back to enjoy Pete's show.
...Pam turned away from the other girl and noticed Pete sitting there. She smiled slowly and then, keeping her left hand buried between her friend's legs, slipped her right over to Pete's lap. She brushed his leg and he felt her fingers caress his balls through his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband...
Pete's shorts puddled around his ankles and he kicked them clear. He began to fondle his balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. His reddened nipple glowed against the pale skin of his chest. Eric licked his lips, fighting the urge to nuzzle that poor abused tit, lapping at it with his tongue and nibbling it with his teeth... He couldn't hold back. He reached over to his friend, just brushing his chest with his fingertips. Pete turned slightly toward him, hands still busy on those heavy, hairy balls. Eric tweaked Pete's nipple, twirling his fingers around it and placing his palm over it, cupping and kneading Pete's chest like a woman's breast. Pete swiveled in his seat, his sweaty butt making a faint sliding sound on the metal chair, and ended up facing Eric's seat, his legs spread open wide. One hand went to his cock, the other went on top of Eric's, cradling it against his pec. Eric's eyes were torn now between Pete's heavy cock and his luscious tit. He climbed out of his seat, his hand still trapped, and edged around between the chair and the wall to kneel between Pete's legs, staring at the display in front of him.
...Pam leaned her head down to Pete's crotch, taking a deep sniff of the pungent smell of those plum size balls. Pete took his hands off his cock and gripped her head, slowly and firmly guiding it to his straining prick...
The tip of Pete's cock brushed Eric's lips. He could feel the warm, fleshy head drag across his mouth, the gaping slit leaving a thick trail of precum. Eric put his hands on the inside of Pete's muscular thighs, trying to push away, but Pete's grip only tightened. The blunt head was being forced almost painfully against Eric's lips, so he surrendered to the not-unwelcome intruder. Pete relaxed his grip when his dick found entry, letting the heavy head rest on Pam/Eric's tongue. Eric loved the feel of the massive invader, the satiny head and velvet skinned iron shaft completely filling his mouth. The delicious salty taste of precum made his mouth water, bringing a soft sigh from Pete as he began to feed more of his cock into its hot, moist new home. Eric's tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of the shaft as it forced its way deeper. The head lodged against the back of his throat, bringing up a reflexive gag, but the advance didn't stop. Eric frantically attempted to swallow, and tried to angle his head to make more room. The cockhead was now firmly planted in what felt like his throat, his lips were hard against Pete's groin, and Pete's balls were warm, furry weights against his chin. The hands began to draw his head back up, and he clamped his lips around the shaft, sucking in his cheeks. When his lips reached the rim of the cockhead he spent a few seconds circling it with his tongue before voluntarily beginning the downward journey again.
...as Pam established a slow rhythm on his cock, Pete began to feel her tits through the material of her shirt. His hands moved up to her collar, gripped the cloth tightly and tore it easily down the front. He slipped his hands under the ragged cover, finding and teasing her nipples. Her moaning on his cock was driving him crazy, and he wanted to bury it someplace a lot warmer and deeper...
Pete's pulled Eric off his cock and stood up, stepping around to Eric's side. He pushed Eric over on all fours and dragged him around to face the front of the room. Pete knelt behind Eric and began to rub his crack. The tips of his fingers brushed Eric's hole, sending a spasm through his body and down his cock. The precum poured out of Eric's slit and splashed into the small puddle that was growing between his legs. Pete reached down caught some of the fluid, rubbing it between his fingers and over his cockhead. He placed one blunt finger against Eric's hole and began to push.
...Pam squirmed as Pete fingered her red hot cunt. It was a lot tighter than he had thought. Was she really a virgin? He bent his finger inside of her, searching for her clit...
Eric moaned as Pete's finger brushed something inside of him. The small lump at the base of his dick was sending waves of pleasure through his body, waves that doubled when Pete inserted the second finger. The pain of the insertion complemented the pleasure, and Eric's balls drew up tight against his body. He arched his back and pushed backwards against Pete's fingers, trying to increase the pressure on his lovenut. He gasped when the wonderful fingers abruptly disappeared, and tensed when he felt the massive head poke begin to strain at his private entrance. He tried to force down like he was taking a shit, and with an excruciating burst of pain the giant head popped in. Pleasure replaced pain immediately as the underside of Pete's cock began to rub forward over his prostate. Pete slid his cock past the vise grip of Eric's ring until his balls slapped up against Eric's rigid prick. He pulled out and pushed back faster, setting a quick and steady pace. Pete's thrusts rocked Eric forward on his knees, and the heavy, rapid pressure on his prostate started the cum boiling up in his balls. The slapping sounds of Pete's balls hitting Eric's ass came quicker as both boys were driven toward the edge. With a half-stifled scream Eric's cock exploded, spattering cum over his legs and the floor. The feel of his friend's ring clamped down in ecstasy was enough to bring Pete off, and his cock buried spurt after spurt of molten cum deep in Eric's bowels. Pete collapsed over Eric's back, letting the boy take all their weight on his hands and knees. The two friends knelt there for endless minutes, until Pete's cock softened enough to slip free. With it came a torrent of spent cum, flowing down from Eric's hole, over his balls and onto the floor.
While Pete began pulling on his discarded clothes, Eric slumped down against his desk. He suddenly remembered where they were, and his eyes darted around in terror, only to find the class now peacefully completing a workbook assignment. He scrambled to find his clothes, pulling the shreds of his shirt around his chest and jamming his legs into his shorts. He had just tied his shoes when the bell rang, and the class got up to leave. Still no one noticed his appearance, and he turned to look at Pete. Looking at him under half-lidded eyes with a smile of pure contentment, Pete said "Dude, I must've fallen asleep, I had the best fucking dream: that girl Pam..." Confused, Eric followed his friend out of the room, the tattered shirt and the large fresh cum stain on the back of his shorts the only evidence of what couldn't have just happened.
I unfolded myself from the desk in the corner, chuckling softly. Eric, the cocksure jock, was now a confirmed man-whore who would do anything to get a cock up his ass. Whenever Pete and Eric were together, Pete would relive that beautifully vivid dream of the virgin Pam, and everyone, as they say, would live happily ever after.
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