I originally wrote this story a few years ago, when the people in this story were much fresher in my mind. I came across it again and decided to give it a new life haha. So here we go.
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When I was in school, I imagined I had a very special power.
I'd close my eyes and visualise a type of telekinetic control, where I could drive guys insane with unexpected sexual pleasure just by thinking it. That with my mind, I could start that twitching in their dicks, suddenly causing blood to flow and their masts to raise, beat by beat. And soon they'd be powerless and embarrassed yet charged, panting and subconsciously pleading for release.
In my classes I would sit at the back, in the corner, or wherever I would be noticed the least. I was very internal, and often, I would daydream. I would think about the guy sitting in the row next to me one seat up, a lean, curly haired soccer player with a twin. It seemed like nearly every day he would lean back in his chair, with his hand in his pants, moving it around slowly. I would look over every chance I could, and he would never notice me, either lost in his own world or just uncaring. He was good looking, and I had a few thoughts about him, sure.
But he was insignificant compared to Steve.
I'd had my fair share of lusting over various guys in my school, but Steve took the cake. I would see him in the halls after I grabbed my stuff from my locker. I would see him in the gym getting ready to start wresting practice as I walked past. I would see him in the weight room as I exited the school on the south end. I would see him on the field, shirtless, muscles bulging and white shorts covered in grass stains. Every time we would pass each other I'd feel that knot in my stomach. I'd smell his cologne and he'd flash a good-natured smile at me and I'd nod back uncaringly, but feel like I was going to jump out of my skin. He was tall, and strong, and dirty blond with the kind of blue eyes that simultaneously soothed you and tore you up inside. And what really did me in, is that Steve wasn't a jerk. He wasn't a jock asshole. He was a genuinely good guy.
A good guy I wanted to be very bad with.
Finally, we were in our last year. Time had passed achingly slow and as I walked into my physics class for the first time, I realized, we now shared a class! As I walked to find a seat, I saw him notice me but we said nothing. He sat off to the right of the room, so I took a seat behind him a couple rows, a little to the left. That way, I could see his profile, but he couldn't easily see me. The next couple weeks I'd occasionally look over at him, usually dressed in mesh shorts and a t-shirt that was just tight enough. I'd get lost in the thought of removing those clothes and seeing all of him. Then one day, I thought about that special power I'd imagined years before.
It had been almost a week since I last jerked off when I sat down in class that day. My chest was burning and my head was spinning with sexual frustration. I tore my eyes off of the paper sitting on my desk, and set my gaze to Steve. He was wearing light gray cotton shorts and one of those tank tops where the sides are cut open. He had just come from gym class and it was a Friday, and the teachers didn't normally care what we wore anyway. I could see the faint outline of his bulge in his shorts as he sat there, listening to the teacher's lecture. I couldn't stop thinking about his dick. I'd overheard that it was huge from locker room talk. It's not the size that matters for me, but it was attached to him. I kept thinking about it. It must be cut, because of where we're from. It must be a nice shade of pink, because of his skin tone. I wondered if he precums. Is he a shooter or a dribbler? Has he ever tried to suck it himself? Has he ever shot on his face? Has he ever gotten curious enough to taste his cum? How much does he shoot?
My mind was racing with thoughts and images, and as I stared at Steve's crotch, I swear... I swear I could see it start to get a little bigger! I kept looking... staring as intently as I could without giving myself away. There! It just twitched, I know it! My heart racing, I quickly looked back at my desk and could feel my own dick rising. I took a deep breath, and looked back at his shorts. Oh my god... It really was getting bigger, there's no mistaking it now. I could even see it start to pulse ever so slightly. Oh my god, oh my god, what is happening, I thought to myself... Is this really happening? I looked up at Steve's face and I could see it was starting to flush. He began to shuffle around in his chair slowly, sneaking peaks downward to see what was going on without drawing attention to himself. He placed a hand in front of the hard on in his pants to try to hide it, but because of where I was sitting it didn't obscure my view at all. I kept thinking intently about him, and all the scenarios running through my head. Wait... is that... a wet spot? Oh fuck I think it is! There's a precum spot! His dick was so hard now that I could clearly see the shape of it through his shorts. He slid back in his seat a little, hands and arms poised to try to block from view, and he did the unthinkable... After checking to see that nobody was watching, he slid his thumb under his waistband and pulled up so he could take a look at what was happening down there. Just as he did it, I saw the top half of his thick and beautiful cock spring down onto his torso, a big shiny string of precum flowing out of it. Puzzled yet still obviously aroused, he covered himself again. I could see the confusion radiating off of him, almost a panic now.
I'm sure he must have been asking why this was happening to him, now, for no explainable reason. I'm sure he must have hoped it would just go away like any other random boner. But did he leak precum like a faucet for just any random boner? My mind shifted from a state of curiosity to a state of intent. I saw his breathing pick up. I saw his eyes start searching the room, praying nobody was watching. His face was now completely flushed and he was helpless. His cock was now so hard and ready that it probably felt like it could burst at any second. It started to pulse, harder and faster. Still trying to cover it up, still in a state of disbelief. I saw him slowly put his thumb back in his shorts to check again. He was being extra careful now, and going as slow as he could. His eyes were glued to his own massive, beating, leaking, inexplicably engorged erection covered by comfortable cotton sweat shorts. He began to lift up his shorts for another peek, another chance to explain the mystery... He lifted it just enough for his cock to smack down on his belly again, and suddenly it began to spray. The first shot went into his lower torso but he was so startled that he shifted position and began shooting everywhere. Up his shirt, on his chin, in his open mouth, in his hair, and even a shot over his shoulder. If you've ever had a release of such ecstasy, of such power and magnitude that you can't control yourself or your dick, then you'll know what it was like for him, but he had no warning.
When it happened, the teacher happened to be facing away, but plenty of students witnessed what had just occurred. They were all either too stunned or shocked to even make a noise, all they could do was stare at the hot semen dripping off of him.
Snapping back into reality, Steve let his shorts cover his now spent member once again. He swallowed the cum that shot in his mouth and wiped the jizz from his face and hair with his hands and arms, then spread around the shots on his shirt. Then in a flash, he got up and bolted out of the classroom before the teacher turned around. The teacher heard the door asked where he went, and I raised my hand and said he mentioned he had to use the restroom really badly. She said that it was no problem, but that he should have asked her directly, and asked if I would go make sure he was alright.
As I walked out of the classroom, I looked around the hallway and wondered where he might be. Then I remembered the restroom right down the hall. I walked in, and there he was, standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, his whole chest flushed along with his face. He was so embarrassed he was in tears. He saw me and said solemnly, "dude, I... I don't know what happened... did you see?" I closed the door behind me but didn't move closer, and said "y..yeah. Yeah man."
He had quickly tried to clean the cum off himself in the classroom but obviously failed miserably, as I could see the streaks all over him. After a few moments of watching him struggle to clean it off, I softly reached out, "can I help, man?"
"I feel so embarrassed," he started, "but... I think some went down my back and I can't reach it... w... would you mind helping me get it off?"
What an impossible day it turned out to be. As I helped him clean it off, the smell of his cum was intoxicating. He stripped down naked in a cubicle, removing his ruined clothes, so he could wipe the remaining puddle from his pubes and around his shaft. "We're both men here," he said with a nervous chuckle. I watched, mesmerised as he did this by just how beautiful he was standing in front of me in this small space. How ideal his semi-hard cock was, perfectly shaped and sprinkled with powerful veins and a little glob still making its way out of the tip. How strong and defined his back looked from years of wrestling. How his little tuft of golden hair poked out from between his ass cheeks as he knelt down to flush the first round of toilet paper. As I wiped his back I snuck a drop on my finger and tasted it, smooth and salty with a hint of sweet. I suddenly remembered how horny I was.
Looking down at myself was an even bigger reminder, as I had my own wet spot through my shorts. Fuck.
Finishing up, he suddenly turned back around, still naked and eyes still a bit red, and hugged me tight. "Thanks for your help man. You have no idea how much this means to me." His body radiated heat through my shorts and tee as he enveloped me, burying his face in my neck in search of comfort. I closed my eyes, basking in the smell of his sweaty, sticky body, feeling all of him pushed against me. There was nothing better than that moment.
Have you ever had a wet dream? Where you can feel the tension and pressure building and building but it's all hazy? And you feel this dread, like you know something unstoppable is coming, but there's nothing you can do? This is what it must have felt like for him back in the classroom. And what it suddenly felt like for me now.
As he gripped me tight, I lost it, shooting my week's worth of a load with such force that it went through my boxers, through the thin fabric of my shorts, onto his hip and onto the cubicle wall and floor. "Oh fuck," I gasped. He broke the hug and looked down as the final few spurts made their way out. I didn't dare to look up at him. After a few seconds that felt like years, he started to laugh. "I guess it was contagious," he chuckled. "My turn to help."
His thumbs pushed under my waistband and pulled them down, my glossy dick springing out. As he knelt in front of me and I stepped out of them, I saw a quick flash in his eyes. "You're... uncut" he mused. I hesitated, but nodded back. He grabbed some toilet paper and gently held my dick, wiping it clean while clearly in deep thought. "...Can I?" he asked softly, looking up. I didn't know what he was asking but I didn't care. I nodded again. He wrapped his hand around me, pushing my foreskin down, and back over again, pausing in between to examine. "Huh. Cool," he mumbled. He let go of it, tossed the wet paper aside, and looked back up at me. All I could manage was a nervous half smile, while he beamed. Leaning up, he took my dick into his mouth and sucked the last few drops from me. My eyes widened in absolute shock.
As he stood back up, now fully hard again, my cum trickling down his hip, he smiled and said "thanks for making me feel better. I owe you one."
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When I was in school, I imagined I had a very special power.
I'd close my eyes and visualise a type of telekinetic control, where I could drive guys insane with unexpected sexual pleasure just by thinking it. That with my mind, I could start that twitching in their dicks, suddenly causing blood to flow and their masts to raise, beat by beat. And soon they'd be powerless and embarrassed yet charged, panting and subconsciously pleading for release.
In my classes I would sit at the back, in the corner, or wherever I would be noticed the least. I was very internal, and often, I would daydream. I would think about the guy sitting in the row next to me one seat up, a lean, curly haired soccer player with a twin. It seemed like nearly every day he would lean back in his chair, with his hand in his pants, moving it around slowly. I would look over every chance I could, and he would never notice me, either lost in his own world or just uncaring. He was good looking, and I had a few thoughts about him, sure.
But he was insignificant compared to Steve.
I'd had my fair share of lusting over various guys in my school, but Steve took the cake. I would see him in the halls after I grabbed my stuff from my locker. I would see him in the gym getting ready to start wresting practice as I walked past. I would see him in the weight room as I exited the school on the south end. I would see him on the field, shirtless, muscles bulging and white shorts covered in grass stains. Every time we would pass each other I'd feel that knot in my stomach. I'd smell his cologne and he'd flash a good-natured smile at me and I'd nod back uncaringly, but feel like I was going to jump out of my skin. He was tall, and strong, and dirty blond with the kind of blue eyes that simultaneously soothed you and tore you up inside. And what really did me in, is that Steve wasn't a jerk. He wasn't a jock asshole. He was a genuinely good guy.
A good guy I wanted to be very bad with.
Finally, we were in our last year. Time had passed achingly slow and as I walked into my physics class for the first time, I realized, we now shared a class! As I walked to find a seat, I saw him notice me but we said nothing. He sat off to the right of the room, so I took a seat behind him a couple rows, a little to the left. That way, I could see his profile, but he couldn't easily see me. The next couple weeks I'd occasionally look over at him, usually dressed in mesh shorts and a t-shirt that was just tight enough. I'd get lost in the thought of removing those clothes and seeing all of him. Then one day, I thought about that special power I'd imagined years before.
It had been almost a week since I last jerked off when I sat down in class that day. My chest was burning and my head was spinning with sexual frustration. I tore my eyes off of the paper sitting on my desk, and set my gaze to Steve. He was wearing light gray cotton shorts and one of those tank tops where the sides are cut open. He had just come from gym class and it was a Friday, and the teachers didn't normally care what we wore anyway. I could see the faint outline of his bulge in his shorts as he sat there, listening to the teacher's lecture. I couldn't stop thinking about his dick. I'd overheard that it was huge from locker room talk. It's not the size that matters for me, but it was attached to him. I kept thinking about it. It must be cut, because of where we're from. It must be a nice shade of pink, because of his skin tone. I wondered if he precums. Is he a shooter or a dribbler? Has he ever tried to suck it himself? Has he ever shot on his face? Has he ever gotten curious enough to taste his cum? How much does he shoot?
My mind was racing with thoughts and images, and as I stared at Steve's crotch, I swear... I swear I could see it start to get a little bigger! I kept looking... staring as intently as I could without giving myself away. There! It just twitched, I know it! My heart racing, I quickly looked back at my desk and could feel my own dick rising. I took a deep breath, and looked back at his shorts. Oh my god... It really was getting bigger, there's no mistaking it now. I could even see it start to pulse ever so slightly. Oh my god, oh my god, what is happening, I thought to myself... Is this really happening? I looked up at Steve's face and I could see it was starting to flush. He began to shuffle around in his chair slowly, sneaking peaks downward to see what was going on without drawing attention to himself. He placed a hand in front of the hard on in his pants to try to hide it, but because of where I was sitting it didn't obscure my view at all. I kept thinking intently about him, and all the scenarios running through my head. Wait... is that... a wet spot? Oh fuck I think it is! There's a precum spot! His dick was so hard now that I could clearly see the shape of it through his shorts. He slid back in his seat a little, hands and arms poised to try to block from view, and he did the unthinkable... After checking to see that nobody was watching, he slid his thumb under his waistband and pulled up so he could take a look at what was happening down there. Just as he did it, I saw the top half of his thick and beautiful cock spring down onto his torso, a big shiny string of precum flowing out of it. Puzzled yet still obviously aroused, he covered himself again. I could see the confusion radiating off of him, almost a panic now.
I'm sure he must have been asking why this was happening to him, now, for no explainable reason. I'm sure he must have hoped it would just go away like any other random boner. But did he leak precum like a faucet for just any random boner? My mind shifted from a state of curiosity to a state of intent. I saw his breathing pick up. I saw his eyes start searching the room, praying nobody was watching. His face was now completely flushed and he was helpless. His cock was now so hard and ready that it probably felt like it could burst at any second. It started to pulse, harder and faster. Still trying to cover it up, still in a state of disbelief. I saw him slowly put his thumb back in his shorts to check again. He was being extra careful now, and going as slow as he could. His eyes were glued to his own massive, beating, leaking, inexplicably engorged erection covered by comfortable cotton sweat shorts. He began to lift up his shorts for another peek, another chance to explain the mystery... He lifted it just enough for his cock to smack down on his belly again, and suddenly it began to spray. The first shot went into his lower torso but he was so startled that he shifted position and began shooting everywhere. Up his shirt, on his chin, in his open mouth, in his hair, and even a shot over his shoulder. If you've ever had a release of such ecstasy, of such power and magnitude that you can't control yourself or your dick, then you'll know what it was like for him, but he had no warning.
When it happened, the teacher happened to be facing away, but plenty of students witnessed what had just occurred. They were all either too stunned or shocked to even make a noise, all they could do was stare at the hot semen dripping off of him.
Snapping back into reality, Steve let his shorts cover his now spent member once again. He swallowed the cum that shot in his mouth and wiped the jizz from his face and hair with his hands and arms, then spread around the shots on his shirt. Then in a flash, he got up and bolted out of the classroom before the teacher turned around. The teacher heard the door asked where he went, and I raised my hand and said he mentioned he had to use the restroom really badly. She said that it was no problem, but that he should have asked her directly, and asked if I would go make sure he was alright.
As I walked out of the classroom, I looked around the hallway and wondered where he might be. Then I remembered the restroom right down the hall. I walked in, and there he was, standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, his whole chest flushed along with his face. He was so embarrassed he was in tears. He saw me and said solemnly, "dude, I... I don't know what happened... did you see?" I closed the door behind me but didn't move closer, and said "y..yeah. Yeah man."
He had quickly tried to clean the cum off himself in the classroom but obviously failed miserably, as I could see the streaks all over him. After a few moments of watching him struggle to clean it off, I softly reached out, "can I help, man?"
"I feel so embarrassed," he started, "but... I think some went down my back and I can't reach it... w... would you mind helping me get it off?"
What an impossible day it turned out to be. As I helped him clean it off, the smell of his cum was intoxicating. He stripped down naked in a cubicle, removing his ruined clothes, so he could wipe the remaining puddle from his pubes and around his shaft. "We're both men here," he said with a nervous chuckle. I watched, mesmerised as he did this by just how beautiful he was standing in front of me in this small space. How ideal his semi-hard cock was, perfectly shaped and sprinkled with powerful veins and a little glob still making its way out of the tip. How strong and defined his back looked from years of wrestling. How his little tuft of golden hair poked out from between his ass cheeks as he knelt down to flush the first round of toilet paper. As I wiped his back I snuck a drop on my finger and tasted it, smooth and salty with a hint of sweet. I suddenly remembered how horny I was.
Looking down at myself was an even bigger reminder, as I had my own wet spot through my shorts. Fuck.
Finishing up, he suddenly turned back around, still naked and eyes still a bit red, and hugged me tight. "Thanks for your help man. You have no idea how much this means to me." His body radiated heat through my shorts and tee as he enveloped me, burying his face in my neck in search of comfort. I closed my eyes, basking in the smell of his sweaty, sticky body, feeling all of him pushed against me. There was nothing better than that moment.
Have you ever had a wet dream? Where you can feel the tension and pressure building and building but it's all hazy? And you feel this dread, like you know something unstoppable is coming, but there's nothing you can do? This is what it must have felt like for him back in the classroom. And what it suddenly felt like for me now.
As he gripped me tight, I lost it, shooting my week's worth of a load with such force that it went through my boxers, through the thin fabric of my shorts, onto his hip and onto the cubicle wall and floor. "Oh fuck," I gasped. He broke the hug and looked down as the final few spurts made their way out. I didn't dare to look up at him. After a few seconds that felt like years, he started to laugh. "I guess it was contagious," he chuckled. "My turn to help."
His thumbs pushed under my waistband and pulled them down, my glossy dick springing out. As he knelt in front of me and I stepped out of them, I saw a quick flash in his eyes. "You're... uncut" he mused. I hesitated, but nodded back. He grabbed some toilet paper and gently held my dick, wiping it clean while clearly in deep thought. "...Can I?" he asked softly, looking up. I didn't know what he was asking but I didn't care. I nodded again. He wrapped his hand around me, pushing my foreskin down, and back over again, pausing in between to examine. "Huh. Cool," he mumbled. He let go of it, tossed the wet paper aside, and looked back up at me. All I could manage was a nervous half smile, while he beamed. Leaning up, he took my dick into his mouth and sucked the last few drops from me. My eyes widened in absolute shock.
As he stood back up, now fully hard again, my cum trickling down his hip, he smiled and said "thanks for making me feel better. I owe you one."
