The Hedonistic Telepath, Ch. 4 by: Dani R. email: derfgh12@gmail.com (send feedback!)
Not all fairy tales end up in the Brothers Grimm. Some are for a more... refined palate, one that can appreciate the exquisite struggle of an overactive libido. This is one such tale, salacious and forbidden. I'm sure many will turn away based just on the subject matter.
For the rest of you, welcome. Pull up a chair with your favorite cup of hot chocolate or your favorite sheets and pillows, raid your spank bank for some visual aid (I'll provide some light guidance if you'd prefer), and get ready to dive in. Be warned, it only gets smuttier from here.
But before we begin, some disclosures: first, if you're underage, get the hell out! Make sure you donate to Nifty to support its ongoing hosting. Regardless of whether you are of age or not, please do not read this if this kind of story offends you. Lastly and most importantly, men in these stories will be playing unsafely, which is not advised in real life. Please get yourself checked regularly and play safe out there.
Now, let's continue.
"Fuck! I'm not gonna last!"
In that moment, as Jake neared his orgasm, I saw something I'd NEVER seen before. The silver glinting in Jake's eyes... the silver my power had painted his eyes with, it gave way to a deep red.
Blood red, like the harvest moon.
"FFUUUUCCCKKK!!!!"
Jake came harder than he'd ever done before in his life, pulling out halfway through his orgasm as more of his seed spilled onto my dick. I didn't bother trying to match him, I was just too dumbstruck. Shocked...
Another one like me...?
"Oh... Ow!..."
I couldn't help exclaim as my ass suddenly burned. Only for a moment, but it was definitely a burn. I thought to myself maybe I'd overdone myself with the huge, demanding cock for the evening.
Jake pulled out of me, and by the time I caught glimpse of his eyes again, they were their normal hazel color. Jake was back to normal. Or... was he?
"Uh..." I couldn't think of what to say. Did he know what I saw? Was this new to him too?
Jake melted into the crowd and vanished. Reading his mind freely, I could tell he thought he'd never see me again. I could tell this made him sad; he wanted to see me again. He'd been traveling for work, boring work with conferences around the country affording him one of few benefits: access to the country's many gay bathhouses.
Oh well, that just meant I had to visit the club more often to maybe see him again some day.
It was dark by the time I got in my car to drive home. All the way there, I couldn't stop thinking about Jake, how sexy he was, but also those eyes. What was that? Could it mean...?
"Whoah!"
I swerved on the interstate, losing concentration for a brief moment. I felt something drip from my nose. Blood. I'd given myself a nosebleed. It seems I'd overdone it with my powers; too much magic had coursed through me. I could feel it. I felt a kind of tired I hadn't felt before. And yet... I could have happily kept fucking...
I got home, exhausted and starving. I prepped myself a chicken sandwich and served it with a glass of red, a dinner for queens, you might say.
I shaved before bed, and dreamed that night of Jake...
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Days went by and I stuck to an abnormally average schedule, all but forgetting about Jake and that flash of red in his eyes. I worked Lyft by early morning, property managed by mid-afternoon, then back to Lyft for the evening. On Saturday, no Lyft was on the schedule, and my libido reawakened with a fury.
"Boy's hungry," I whispered sinisterly.
I figured enough time had passed since my "psychic nosebleed" that I could use my magic again. I googled something for my next experiment, but couldn't find a satisfying answer, so instead, I called one of my slutty friends.
"Hey Vinny," I said over the phone, "if I asked you 'where's the nearest, smuttiest truck stop, no questions asked,' you would say...?"
"Bridgeville rest area," Vinny responded, "why?"
"No questions, remember?"
"Dick... lemme know how it goes!"
I could feel Vinny winking through the phone as he smooched a kiss.
I googled "Bridgeville Rest Area" and found it on I-79, southbound. A good ten miles away.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road."
I decided it was gonna be an all-day thing, but I didn't exactly have everything I would need, mainly a "stage" so to speak. And besides, there was something I wanted desperately: I wanted to use my powers freely, even if they saw my eyes. Having done this in the dark club had done something to me, a lot like the first time you fuck bare; it was the first time I orgasmed with my power activated, and I wanted to feel that again.
That meant I was going to need two things: darkness, and control.
I arrived at the I-75 exit, dressed modestly in my shorts, tank top, and ball cap. I had a backpack filled with the essentials: lube packets, condoms, extra fleet, TP, poppers, and of course some THC and materials. I pulled out the last and smoked up a bowl, scanning the area with my power like a police officer reading the radar.
There was a smattering of trucks today, nothing to write home about, including the clientele. Still, I was interested to find a cluster deeper down the lot. The closer I pried, the more I came to realize I must not have traveled far enough into the lot; this was the gay side! I drove my car into a better spot and scanned again, now much closer to my prey.
Oh yes... this was the spot. A group of truck drivers varied on the sexual orientation spectra were clustered around a group of showers. I thought about having fun in the showers but decided it was too bright a day to chance it. I needed the darkness of the cab of a truck, and the fantasy besides.
"Let's seee...."
Of the truckers looking for action, I decided on Carl as the man who would be my 'host'; his truck seemed the most comfortable, and he seemed the most alpha in the group. In fact, he was the closest to being 'straight' out of all of them. Breaking him was going to be fun.
"Let's take a look under the hood, Carl."
Carl was a looker, to be sure, originally from Toronto, with piercing blue eyes and a strong, husky build, thick, uncut cock (think Caleb King, the porn star). He liked to smoke camels and had a joint saved for a special occasion, though he wasn't sure what. He was sitting in his cab smoking down a cig in one hand, bulge of his pants in the other. He rubbed his sore cock through his ripped up jeans, wishing a lady would come along. So, dear Carl wasn't so faithful, was he?
"Come under my spell, now, Carl..."
I invaded his mind and planted the seed of an idea just as I exited my vehicle. I fished out a joint from my bag and lit up. I took a long, hot drag and exhaled, making sure Carl was watching from his seat. He licked his lips; my pants rode low, my weed smoked sweet, my hair stuck out from my ball cap. It was a good look on me, I knew. Everyone was watching my show, everyone wanted a taste. Perfect.
Carl pulled out his phone, and I could tell he was fishing on Grindr. I did the same and quickly found the blank profile I knew to be his. I messaged him first.
"Lookin for a good time?"
I looked up, and when his eyes met mine, I winked. He looked back down at his phone, scowling, unwilling to give his hunger up just yet.
"You the fag boy across from me?" was his response online.
I smiled coy.
"Gotcha," I said to myself.
"Yup," I replied to him, putting my phone away.
I started walking over, backpack on my back. Everyone watching had the same thought in their minds, 'was this kid's sweet hole about to get pounded out by Carl's fat schlong?' Hmm... it seemed Carl was well known in his circle.
I reached the cab and the door fell open, a hand protruding to pull me inside.
"Carl," he said.
"Ralda," I responded, "pleasure."
My magic was in full force now, and I tested the waters. Even in the dim light of his cab, my eyes were obvious. Still, they didn't seem to bother him.
"Let me give you the grand tour," Carl said jokingly, unaware of my eyes, or his for the matter. It was working. I was actively commanding his mind to ignore the color change in our eyes, and he was obeying. He was none the wiser he was in the presence of a horny mage.
"This here's the shithole where I sleep," Carl said, "aaaand that's it!"
We both chuckled, and I passed the joint over.
"Oh, `preciate it!" he said, taking the joint to his lips and sucking out a good draw. The fumes hit him hard and he went down coughing; discretion aside, I knew the hotbox would not be lost on the other passengers. I checked their minds again to assure none would turn away at the thought of a little self-medication. They were all still on board; this was going to be fun.
But first, my own fun.
"So what brings you out here?" Carl asked.
"Hot cock," I answered simply.
Carl chuckled, taking another drag.
"Come to the right place, then."
Carl wasted no time in fishing out his cock, making a hot scene as he sat there, fully clothed in a stained wife beater, black boots, ball cap on top of buzzed hair, cigarette in his mouth, uncut cock hanging limp from his ripped up jeans. He tugged his meat a couple times and adjusted so the seam wouldn't chew into his balls, pulling those hairy nuts free as he pulled and pulled.
"Like sucking dick?" he asked, offering the joint back.
I took it, pulled a good drag, then went to my knees between his legs as I returned the joint to him. He took a nice looooong drag as I took his cock in my mouth slooooow. I suckled on the soft flesh for a good minute while Carl nursed the roach.
"Fuck yeah dude, ain't nothin' better than a roach on the lips and a fag's lips on your roach."
I'd never heard that one before, but I chuckled regardless, mouth stuffed full of cock. Carl's hot ass could say anything he wanted at that moment, I was in the zone. His cock stiffened in my mouth thanks to my oral ministrations, coming to full, thick mast. There was still plenty of foreskin to play with, so I did, suckling it and biting it, rolling it and pulling at it. Carl moaned and groaned in appreciation, taking yet another needed drag from the roach.
"Give better head than the wife," he said.
So he wasn't afraid of people knowing his shit; this was probably why he was so easy to manipulate. His whim was already to find some tail and here I was wagging mine to and fro, so it's not like I had to really change any minds here. No, to make this experiment viable, I had to test to make sure I could fully use my power in front of a group without getting caught. Carl was my first trial, but I was going to need more to confirm my strength of will.
And besides, I was only just getting started.
Carl pulled me off his dick, stood up, and dropped his jeans, stepping out of them as he sat back down. He set the dead roach down and lit up another of his cigarettes, urging me to continue my oral massage. I did, wondering if he intended for me to suck him to completion. He did not intend for that; the greedy bastard just really liked BJs.
Finally, after another long session of my oral skills, it was time.
"You want fucked, bud?" Carl asked simply.
"Yes," was my response, delighted at his straightforwardness.
I pulled off my own clothing until I was fully naked; Carl remained in his wife beater tank and ball cap. He patted the bed where he was sitting as he got up.
"Get on your back," he instructed, fishing for something in his cupboard. He fished out a bottle of lube and some poppers.
"Always keep the sex stuff with the dinner stuff?" I joked. Carl grinned, squirting a generous amount of lube on his hand and rubbing it all over his aching cock.
"Only when I'm huntin'," was his sexy reply.
"Good catch?" I asked.
"Let's find out," he replied, licking his lips.
I moved into position as Carl stuck two fingers into my hole, slow but firm. He was more experienced with the fingering than your average straight boy, I had to give him that. He had me moaning and whimpering by the time he tried adding a third.
"Why not just the main event at that point?" I asked.
"I don't want your tight cunt squeezing my dick off," he replied, fingering me deeper still.
Eventually though, Carl got too worked up to hold back, so he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Ready?" he asked, "I don't wanna hear no whining about 'it's too big' or nothin'!"
"Yes, sir," I said, sensing that was the title he most appreciated.
Carl grinned, taking both of my ankles into his hands.
"Good boy,"
Carl guided his man missile directly into my pleasure tunnel, pushing in and stretching me out. When I grimaced, Carl helped me put the bottle of poppers to one nostril, then the other. As waves of pleasure cascaded over me, the pressure down below alleviated, and Carl was able to drive himself home.
"Oh fuuuck!" he exclaimed, burying himself to the hilt, wiggling there for a minute. "This was worth it."
I grinned, squeezing my hole tight as Carl slowly backed out. I relaxed as he pushed back in, trying to make his initial invasion as easy as possible. He picked up the pace when he realized he wasn't going to break me, and I nodded in encouragement as he sped up some more.
"Yeah?" he asked sexily, amping up the tempo to an honest man's fuck. By the time his thighs were forming a good beat against my own, I felt myself swimming in heavenly endorphins. I was in the zone.
"Oh...! yeah...!" I whimpered.
"Fuck yeah! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" he grunted. "I'm gonna-"
Just then, the cab door flew open as more men started milling in. I had forgotten to check in on the rest of the pack, only now to scramble and plant the "ignore my eyes" command into each new head. Carl was still pile driving me the entire time.
"Carl, buddy," said Freddie, "gonna have all this fun without us?"
The man named Freddie rested a hand on Carl's sweaty shoulder. Freddie was another middle-aged man, bald and fully bearded, tattoos, and P. A. piercing adorning his massive 9 incher (google Drew Sebastian xxx). The other two were Jimmy, midwestern pretty-boy boasting an impressive, curved tool aching for satisfaction (google Morgan Black xxx for this one), and Santiago, a Hispanic, short-stature man with smoldering good looks, manicured beard, black hair and eyes (google Wagner Vittoria xxx for this one). Their cocks weren't as big as Freddie's, but they were full and ready to shoot their loads.
In barely moments, my modest two-some had turned into a five-some.
I was in for a treat.
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