≈ DR. WANKMAN’S EXPERIMENT ≈
~ ~ A unique University ~
Most people would be surprised, knowing that quite a lot of the top-level sportsmen they idolize have graduated at the barely known Mount Manmore University and started their sport career there. As a matter of fact, no one knows when it was founded (their motto “Carving Men Since Forever” doesn’t help), nor by whom; and no one could tell why this is one of the few Universities in the Western world that still accepts only male students. Still, most of the best sportsmen in the world have attended this University, attracted by its unparalleled sport programs.
Other Universities have sport teams, as well, but they stubbornly force jocks to attend boring classes in literature, science and many other useless subjects; and if they don’t get a passing grade in all subjects, they’re out of the sport team. Not at Mount Manmore University: here, guys can practice their favorite sports at will, and the professors turn a blind eye at the jocks’ failures in their classes. They turn a blind eye, not both, though, as the State laws forbids granting a bachelor degree to students lacking a minimal academic preparation; therefore, at Mount Manmore, guys are strongly urged to get a minimum grade in each class, by all means. By all possible means…
And this is the reason why the hunky quarterback Rodney Cox and the lean high jump rising star Milton Boyd decided to venture to the Health & Science department, a place they’d never been before, in search of Professor Wankman, whom they’d never met in person. They’d both received an anonymous email, apparently a memo addressed to all the students, asking if they were interested in taking part in a scientific experiment, thus earning themselves a passing grade in Health & Science.
They reached a door at the end of the long hallway and cautiously knocked on a door with a label bearing the University logo and the name “Dr. Jackson Wankman – Professor”; an anonymous hand had corrected with a marker the Professor’s first name from ‘Jackson’ to ‘Jack-off’. Students do stupid things all the time.
“Come in, come in!” – a jovial voice came from behind the door, and the two jocks stepped inside the room. Sitting at a desk covered with books and papers there was a slim man in his late fifties, with large nerdy glasses and short salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a white lab coat.
“Oh, welcome, take a seat!” – Wankman saluted – “Let me think… Mr. Cox from the Football team and our best high-jumper Mr. Boyd, right?”
“Do… Do you know our names?”
“I know the names of all the students who should attend my classes… even if they never show up” – Wankman replied, but with an amused tone – “I guess you’re here to earn your passing grade in Science, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Prof, we’ve read about an experiment of some sort, and we’re willing to take part in it… if that can help us with our grades.”
“Excellent! It’s quite an easy task, actually. You see, I’m testing a new formula, an odorless gas that can lower people’s inhibitions and… uhm… put them in the mood for some healthy fun, if you know what I mean! You just have to stay in the test room for an hour or so, and then come back to me and report your reactions to the gas.”
“Ehm, Prof…” – Rodney, the quarterback, cautiously objected – “I understand that the gas is supposed to make it easier for people to have sex, but… you know… we’re both males. And straight.”
“Totally!” – Milton echoed him – “You won’t force us to… uhm… have sex, will you, Prof?”
“Absolutely not!” – Wankman eagerly replied – “Of course I’m aware that the results of the test will be limited, but there are no female subjects in the University, so I have to deal with what I have. All you have to do is to enter the test room, get naked… Don’t make those faces, you’ve surely seen each other naked in the communal showers… Stay in the test room for one hour, and then report your sensations to me. You might feel aroused, of course, because that’s what the gas is supposed to do, but you’re not expected to do anything. You might also say some silly things, due to the disinhibition induced by the gas. Just do whatever you feel, even stay motionless, sitting on a bench, for one hour. Keep the test room door closed for at least one hour, or the gas may escape, with unpredictable consequences. The room has no windows and the area will be deserted at that late hour, so whatever you do or say during the test will stay in the test room, no one will ever know, unless you want to tell me. This is very important, so as not to bias the result: no one, including yourselves, will ever hold you responsible for what you might say or do during the test, as you’ll be under the effect of the gas. As they say, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.”
“Well…” – Rodney said – “I guess we can do it, right, Milton?”
“It doesn’t seem a hard task” – Milton agreed – “Sitting on a bench for one hour, though naked, is not that hard, we can do it.”
“Excellent!” – Wankman exclaimed, smiling – “Tonight at 8 PM sharp, when the students have gone back to the dorms, go to the basketball court and enter locker room no. 3, the one that’s always locked. It’s my test room. When inside, close the door and get naked. Chat, or sit in silence, do whatever you want, but always focus on what you feel, your mental state and your physical sensations. After one hour, not a minute earlier, you can get dressed and go back to your dorm. Tomorrow, after practice, report to me. Any questions?”
“No” – both jocks answered in unison, standing up – “See you tomorrow after practice, Prof.”
~ ~ Test #1: Rodney and Milton ~
At 8 PM sharp, the two jocks opened the door of Locker room #3 and stepped in. The room looked like a normal locker room, just smaller, with a few lockers, two showers in the back and two benches. After a minute or so, they heard a sort of low hiss coming from somewhere, and they guessed the gas was being pumped in the room.
“Should we really get naked?” – Rodney, the quarterback, asked, and Milton shrugged his shoulder: “Maybe we should. It’s too easy already, why should we cheat?”
They both stripped, but Rodney insisted on keeping his cap on, without other reason than being defiant to the rules as always, so Milton decided to keep his jockstrap, not to be any less. The two guys were best friends, they were both in the last year and always hung out together, when not training. They did everything together (including, occasionally, sharing a girl) and knew everything about each other. This was just another funny experience they were going to share.
“How do you feel?” – Milton asked after a short while, and Rodney flashed an embarrassed smirk: “Dunno… I feel good… Very good…”
Milton glanced at his friend’s cock, twitching happily, and commented, with a casual tone: “Must be the gas… As a matter of fact, I start feeling good, too…”
There was an awkward silence; they had seen each other naked, in the locker room or under the shower, but it was the first time they had nothing to do but stand still, unsure where to even rest their hands… or their eyes.
“Let’s sit on the bench” – Milton suggested, sitting astride the bench, with his legs on either side. Rodney did the same, and realized too late that unlike Milton, who’d kept his jockstraps on, he was stark naked, and his cock was in full display, with his legs spread that wide. And if it wasn’t embarrassing enough, his cock was quickly chubbing up and stiffening.
“Fuck, dude, I’m sorry, it’s the gas that makes me horny…” – Rodney apologized, but while talking he noticed that his friend’s eyes were rooted on his growing member. Milton was like hypnotized by that blatant display of masculinity; it wasn’t just Rodney’s cock, it was… the whole package: he felt like submerged by Rod’s massive quarterback body, the bulging pecs, the legs as thick as trunks, and above all his confidence, his allure, his dominating demeanor. So far, Milton had never seen his friend under that light.
“This gas is powerful indeed… I… I can’t…” – Milton said under his breath, slowly extending a hand toward Rodney’s crotch and curling his fingers around his stiff, thick cock. Rodney opened his eyes wide, but didn’t back up; in another situation he would’ve slapped his friend’s hand away and yelled at him, but apparently the gas was having a deeper influence on his mind than he expected.
“Oooohhh…..” – Rodney moaned softly when Milton’s hand began stroking his throbbing meat with sensual, deliberate movements. It was hard enough for both of them spending long months in an all-male University, without having any chance to lay a girl, moreover undergoing daily grueling training sessions; and that cautious, friendly hand was igniting a fire inside Rodney.
Milton kept wanking his friend’s meat for a short while and then, in a silence only broken by their deep breaths, he did the unthinkable: he leaned over Rodney’s cock and engulfed it in his mouth.
“Ho… Holy shit…” – Rodney gasped, leaning back and supporting himself on his elbows, unreservedly offering his gorgeous body to his friend’s ministrations.
It was clear as day that Milton had never sucked a man’s cock in his entire life, he almost didn’t know what to do with the thick, stiff meat; he tried licking it like a lollipop, then kissed the fat head and tried to go down on it as far as he could, but he immediately gagged and had to recoil, shooting an uncertain glance at Rodney.
“Please… don’t stop, bud” – Rodney breathed – “I’m so damn horny… You’re doing good, don’t stop…”
Milton nodded almost imperceptibly and took again Rodney’s cock into his mouth; this time he went easy on it, he slowly took inside only those few inches he could manage, and used his tongue and his palate to give an excruciating massage to the bloated head, while pursing his lips on the shaft and vacuuming his mouth to increase the pressure on the already sensitive dick. His ears resonated with Rodney’s loud moans, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt Rodney’s commanding hand pressing on the back of his head.
As a matter of fact, Rodney was considered anything but a master of finesse: he was always rough, impetuous, even forceful, as you would expect from a top-level quarterback; and Milton feared that his friend was about to force him to choke on his massive cock. But he didn’t, his touch was more a praise than a command, and Milton doubled his effort to give Rodney a five-star treatment.
After a short while, Rodney gently pushed Milton away from his cock and looked at him with feverish eyes: “Mill, I need to fuck… Give me that fine ass of yours… please…”
Milton was shocked, at first, but the pleading glance Rodney was giving him plucked hidden strings inside his heart… and inside his groin. He slowly stood up, turned around and straddled again the bench, offering to his friend his beautiful bubble ass, perfectly encased by the straps of his jockstrap.
There was no lube in the locker room, of course, and Milton felt again his heart in his mouth, fearing a rough penetration that would’ve painfully torn open his virgin hole. Much to his surprise, he felt a single finger, covered with spit, circling his puckered hole, spreading the saliva all around; then the finger moved away and came back, bringing more saliva. Despite the unbearable horniness, Rodney was taking his time, doing his best to prepare his friend’s ass for the upcoming penetration.
More saliva was added, and then the stiff finger gently breached Milton’s tight portal; Rodney pushed no more than half a finger inside, then withdrew it and added more saliva. Milton was faintly trembling, both for the unexpected pleasure of having his pristine hole touched in such a sweet and caring way, and for realizing that Rodney, the rough, forceful Rodney, was acting as a perfect gentleman, out of respect for him. Rodney was taking care of him!
“Deeper…” – Milton heard himself moan, and Rodney gladly complied. Using like a gallon of saliva, Rodney thoroughly lubed Milton’s tight hole, gently stretching it, adding a second finger, and then a third, without ever giving his friend the least pain or discomfort.
Milton was in heaven, he’d long yielded himself to his friend, but he gasped when he felt Rodney’s cock pressing on his now relaxed and well-lubed virgin hole. “Rod… Wait… Please, wait…” – Milton said with urgency; Rodney immediately stopped pushing, clearly restraining himself with a forceful, almost cruel effort.
“I want to look at you…” – Milton said under his breath, shooting a shy glance at his friend and turning around; he lay on the bench on his back, raised his legs and pulled on the pouch of his own jockstrap, letting his stiff cock slip out. He started wanking himself, looking straight at Rodney, and then murmured: “Fuck me, bud… I can’t wait any longer…”
Rodney pressed his cock on Milton’s clenched hole, and Milton felt like it was as thick as a baseball bat; looking straight at the hunky quarterback, Milton clearly saw in his eyes the raging fire of his lust. “Rod, please…” – he begged, but Rodney pressed a finger on his lips: “Shh… I know my stuff… Trust me, bud… I’m not going to hurt you… Relax… Let me in… You see? I’m not pushing, I’m waiting for you…”
Milton felt almost overwhelmed by the care Rodney was showing toward him; they were best friends, they knew each other very well, and yet Milton had never seen this tender side of his buddy… probably because Rodney did his best to hide it. Feeling a warmth spreading inside him, Milton relaxed and wanted… he desired to feel his friend inside him. And his back door opened up to welcome him.
“Nnngghh…” – Milton uttered, feeling a sharp pang of pain when the fat glans plopped in. After all, despite Rodney’s effort, his virgin hole was being pierced for the first time by a thick meat club, something he’d never fathomed to do, before that night. What was that gas doing to him? How could it make him feel exhilarated for being fucked in the ass by his best friend? Milton didn’t care: Rodney’s stiff cock was slowly crawling into his unexplored chute, filling him to the brim, and pushing his rational thoughts away. The entire world had shrunk to Rodney and his wonderful cock, and nothing else did matter…
“I’m fully inside you, Mill…” – Rodney said softly, looking at Milton in a way that melted his heart. There was a great tenderness, in Rodney’s voice and eyes, even… no, Milton couldn’t believe it, it was crazy… Could it be love, what made Rodney’s eyes shine so bright?
“Take me, Rod… Fuck me…” – Milton breathed, slowly stroking his own cock and enjoying with every fiber of his being the weird, impossible, amazing feeling of being filled and drilled by his friend's manhood. Rodney was forcibly restraining himself, wondering why, as he usually shoved his thick cock all the way into his girls’ pussies, and then fucked them silly, making them squeal. But not this time, this time was special…
“It must be the gas…” – he thought, failing to remember that the gas was actually supposed to loosen people’s restraints, rather than tighten them. His muscular hips started rocking back and forth, slowly, but with great confidence; in, out, in, out, relentlessly, tirelessly, making Milton moan loud, overwhelmed by his friend’s fucking skills. Some men give rough fucks to state their supposed superiority, but not Rodney, he didn’t have to prove anything to anyone, he was a fuckin’ stud, always been, and no one could possibly doubt it.
The pace of the thrusts ramped up, while Rodney started sweating and breathing harder; he was clearly getting close, and Milton felt thrilled, knowing that he would’ve soon witnessed his friend getting lost in his climax. Milton was barely thinking to his own pleasure, but gasped when felt Rodney’s hand taking possession of his cock, saying in a hoarse voice: “I’m not going to cum, if you don’t cum with me, buddy…”
That was too much for Milton, he felt like he was living in a dream, a beautiful dream where his studly quarterback friend was fucking… no, he was making love to him in the sweetest way, and was now waiting for him to cum…
“Fuck me hard, bud…!” – Milton exclaimed, quickly climbing the last steps to his climax – “Give me it all, Rod, give me every thick inch of you…!!! AAARRGGGHHH!!!”
“Here it cums, Mill… Awww…. FUUUCCKK!!”
They convulsed for many long moments, while many warm shots of thick man-juice filled Milton’s insides and flooded his torso. The locker room echoed with loud moans that slowly turned to heavy breaths, to then be replaced by a deep silence.
Rodney and Milton, now that their youthful hormones were at rest, looked intensely at each other, without uttering a word. Their minds were slowly coming back to Earth, and they weren’t sure anymore what to think about what had just happened.
Rodney quickly pulled out and started cleaning off with a towel: “This gas is wicked…”, he grunted, and his words felt like a slap to Milton, who cautiously asked: “Are we going to tell Dr. Wankman what we did here?”
“Fuck no!” – Milton bellowed, with a streak of fear in his voice – “I’m not going to tell anyone that I’ve… I’ve fucked a man! And not just a random man, my best friend!”
“Rod, we’ve been warned! It was the gas, right? We shouldn’t blame ourselves, it happened because of the gas!”
“I don’t give a fuck about the gas, buddy, can’t you see it? I fucked you! I let a dude suck me and then I fucked him in the ass!”
Rodney was frantically trying to put on his clothes, but his hands were trembling too much. Milton moved closer and took Rodney’s face into his hands, looking straight into his eyes: “Rod, we’re not going to tell anyone, if that’s what you want, but… tell me you don’t regret making love to me… You’re making me feel like a slut… I’m begging you, tell me you don’t regret what we’ve done.”
Milton’s heartfelt plea hit the mark, and Rodney’s panicking expression gave way to a soft, affectionate smile: “I don’t regret a single moment of it. Forgive me, Mill, I never meant to make you feel bad, I just lost it for a moment. But I’m not ready to shout what we did from the rooftops…”
“It will be our secret, Rod, don’t worry. We shared so many things, so far, and I’m so glad we shared this thing, too.”
“Oh… ehm… by the way… Thanks, buddy.”
“For what?”
Rodney’s smile exuded again a great tenderness: “You know it. You gave me your virginity, it’s a gift that you can give only once in your life and I’m… I’m… Fuck, I’m not as good with words as you are… Thank you buddy.”
“You’re… welcome” – Milton replied in a shy tone, and then blushed and added: “And you… ehm… will always be welcome, whenever you want…”
It took a moment for Rodney to understand the full implications of Milton’s bald offer, but soon his initial expression of shock slowly morphed into a loving grin.
~ Test #2: Grant and Louie ~
“Fuck Louie, I don’t know how could you talk me into this…!” – Grant growled, pissed off, opening the door to Locker room #3. Grant O’Reilly was the rising star in Greco-Roman Wrestling, and his steely muscles, twitching under his skin at every movement, were the living proof of how hard he trained every day to be the best. ‘Runner-ups are the first losers’, he always said, and his boundless ambition was paired only by his self confidence… or should we say arrogance. When he strutted across the gym wearing his lycra singlet, showing off his studly physique, few eyes missed him.
Louis Bard, whom everyone called ‘Louie’ due to his short frame, couldn’t be more different than Grant; he excelled in gymnastics, especially in floor exercises and pommel horse, and what he lacked in muscle mass, he made up for with an incredible flexibility.
“You’ve read the ad…” – Louie replied, following Grant inside the locker room – “The test must be run in pairs. Come on, dude, don’t be grumpy as always! Dr. Wankman will grant us a passing grade in Science, and all we have to do is to stay one hour in a room.”
“Yeah, stark naked!”
“You never seemed shy about your body…” – Louie joked, and Grant flashed a smug grin: “Yeah, my grueling training definitely pays off. I wish I could say the same about yours…”
“Fuck you, man! Why do you always have to be so rude? Come, let’s get naked and let’s hope this hour will pass as fast as possible!”
They stripped down and sat on the two benches, facing each other. Now and then, the silence was interrupted by a feeble hiss coming from somewhere. “It must be the gas” – Louie commented – “but I don’t feel anything weird. What about you?”
Grant started massaging his own cock, lazily, shooting a predatory glance at Louie: “I actually feel horny, as Dr. Wankman said…”
Louie briefly glanced at Grant’s member, that was quickly growing to a remarkable erection, and huffed: “You can always jack-off in the shower, like a loser…”
Grant stood up, holding his now rock-hard cock into his hand and moved in front of Louie, whose face was right in line with the stiff meat. Louie didn’t seem impressed by the show and pointed his chin toward the end of the room: “The showers are over there…”
When he turned back toward Grant, towering over him, everything happened at blazing speed: Grant grabbed Louie from the back of his neck and forced his big cock all the way into his mouth, to the hilt.
Louie bucked and gagged, pushing hard on Grant’s thighs, trying to wriggle off his inescapable grip, and when he realized that Grant wasn’t letting him go and was pushing his cock even deeper down his throat, he started slapping the massive legs, desperately fighting for air.
Grant, at last, released his grip, but just enough to let Louie breathe. “Fu… Fuck you, man…!” – Louie yelled with a hoarse voice – “That wasn’t funny at all!”
“It felt quite good, if you ask me…” – the wrestler replied with a lustful grin – “and I want more of that, so get ready. I told you that wrestlers are way superior than gymnasts…”
“I’m not going to… MMMPPHHH!!!”
Louie couldn’t end his sentence, because Grant had shoved again his fuck stick into his mouth; Grant’s hips started rocking back and forth, while he held Louie’s head with both hands, throat-fucking him with long quick thrusts.
Apparently, Louie was a quick learner, because soon he stopped gagging whenever the thick cock forced open his throat muscles, and started taking the rough skull-fuck more gracefully. His hands rested on Grant’s thighs, but now he wasn’t trying anymore to push him away like before.
Grant’s low grunts of pleasure filled the room, mixing with occasional gurgles and gagging sounds from Louie. The massive cock pumped into Louie’s mouth at a fast pace, reaching deep into the gymnast’s throat; now and then, Grant pulled Louie's face to his pubes and forcefully held him there, enjoying the frantic contractions of the throat muscles.
At long last, Grant pulled out and forced Louie to look up at him: “Fuck yeah… You give head better than my girlfriend… She never lets me go this deep…”
“She would ‘let’ you, if you assaulted her like you did to me!”
“Shut up, dwarf” – Grant harshly replied, pulling Louie on his feet bodily and shoving him, face first, onto the lockers. “Now be a good boy, spread your legs and show your bubble ass to daddy…”
Louie tried to sneak away, but Grant was stronger than him; he was forced to bend over, supporting himself on the lockers, and felt Grant’s wet cock prod his nether portal. He turned around and what he saw into Grant’s eyes did not promise anything good. “Grant, please, take it eas… AAAAAGGHH!! FUCK MAN!!”
With a single, brutal thrust, Grant shoved his entire weapon into Louie's tight ass, and didn't give him a single moment to adjust to his girth, but started banging him hard at a fast pace. Louie did his best to withstand the onslaught, but high-pitched squeals escaped his mouth every time Grant’s muscular hips slammed against his buttocks.
Grant grabbed Louie by his neck, forcing him to straighten up, and tightened his fingers around his throat, to muffle his annoying whines.
Slap, slap, slap! Grant’s thrusts ramped up to a frantic pace, and soon he stiffened, falling off the edge, and flooded Louie’s hurting hole with his manly seed. When done, he released the gymnast, roughly pushing him into the lockers, grabbed a towel and went back to his bench, as if nothing special had happened. “Damn, this gas can turn any man into a mighty stallion, don’t you think so? It’s not how I usually act. I mean, I’m no queer or anything, I don’t go around fucking guys’ asses, the gas made me.”
While toweling off, Grant kept a smug grin on his face; he took his time thoroughly cleaning his skin from the sweat and his cock from the traces of the forceful blow-job and fuck. Then he tossed the towel to the floor and stood up, looking at Louie with defiance, expecting him to look back at him with a hurt, hateful expression.
But Louie was smiling.
“The fuck, dude? What’s that grin?”
Louie slowly moved close to Grant, so close that their naked bodies almost touched. With a single finger, Louie traced Grant’s square jaws, his neck, his right pec and then flicked his nail against his pointy nipple, which made Grant gasp for the unexpected strong sensation.
“Look at the mighty wrestler, all puffed up and proud of his muscular body and his sexual prowess…” – Louie said with a sensual voice, while brushing his full hand on the bulging torso, playing with the trimmed body hair and gently squeezing the nipples – “All these beautiful muscles and no brain, how sad…”
“What the fuck… Are you gay or what…?” – Grant uttered, and Louie grinned: “Do you think one can learn to take a big cock like yours down the throat in a matter of minutes? It takes training, like you train to keep these abs of yours as chiseled as a cheese grater…”
“Dude, this is queer…” – Grant murmured, shaking his head, but he didn’t shy away from Louie's sensual touch.
“You’re such a stud… right?” – Louie went on, like he was talking to a child, while his hands roamed the vast expanse of Grant’s torso – “You feel in the mood for sex and take what you want, don’t you? You have plenty of muscles, so why should you ask for it? Well, let me tell you why…” – he added, smiling wider at the sight of Grant’s cock rising again to a half-erection – “Because if you gently asked for it, I would’ve given you much greater pleasure than you got from your forceful quickie…”
Grant squirmed, when Louie’s hand grabbed his now fully erect cock: “Man, this is too queer…”
“It’s the gas to blame…” – Louie replied with a mocking tone. After stroking Grant’s cock for a short while, he took the towel discarded by Grant and laid it on the floor, and then, with firm kindness, made Grant lie on it, with his stiff thick cock pointing to the ceiling like an arrow.
“If you asked me gently, I could've done to you… this” – Louie concluded, straddling Grant’s hips and slowly spreading his own legs, while keeping them straight, making a perfect lateral split. The lower his ass moved down, toward Grant’s throbbing cock, the more his ass cheeks parted under Grant’s eager eyes, until his loosened hole was at an inch from the wrestler’s bloated mushroom head.
“Dude, this is way, way too queer…” – Grant murmured, but his hands moved toward Louie’s hips, to pull him down the last inch. Louie shook his head and said, sensually: “Show me how much of a man you really are… Keep your hands away… This time, let me enjoy your body as much as you’ll enjoy mine. And when your massive cock, after making exquisite love with my ass, makes me delirious with pleasure, I’m going to shower your beautiful muscular chest with my juice…”
“You’re not going to tell anyone that I… that we…”
“I’ll keep my mouth shut, if you can keep shut yours…”
But Grant couldn’t keep his mouth shut, when Louie let his flexible hips go, and effortlessly impaled himself on Grant’s long meat pole, taking every single inch of it in one swift thrust…
~ Test #3: Randy and Shane ~
As co-leaders of the University swimming team, Randy and Shane spent a lot of time together, including in the changing room, before and after the swimming sessions. They both felt a secret (and a bit unsettling) pleasure at shooting covert glances at each other, when they showered together, or were wearing their tiny speedos that enhanced and encased their bulges. However, when in the changing room, they were always surrounded by the other team members, so they always kept an uptight demeanor, lest to give the wrong impression to their friends.
But that night, entering Locker room #3, they were alone, the gym was deserted, and they were both feeling their heart thump in their chest. They were there to take part in Dr. Wankman’s experiment, a totally innocent reason to be there, alone, at that late hour; and yet, knowing that a powerful untested gas was about to boost their libido and lower their inhibitions made them feel a mix of excitement and fear: excitement for what could happen, and fear… for the very same reason.
Randy was a muscular guy with many tattoos on his chest and a confident attitude, a natural leader; while Shane was leaner and more reserved, and usually let Randy decide everything about the swimming team.
They closed the door of the locker room and started undressing, in silence, looking intensely at each other; by the time they pulled down their underwear, they were already hard.
“Fuck, this gas must be very powerful…” – Shane said, embarrassed for his own straining erection; and he felt aroused even more, looking at his friend’s crotch, where a proud seven-inch one-eyed snake was staring back at him.
“It’s… normal, I guess… I mean, Doc told us that the gas was going to put us in a… uhm… a good mood.”
They stood in an awkward silence for a short while and then, almost holding their breath, they both reached out to each other’s cock and began massaging it with slow tentative strokes.
It was Randy, always the leader, who broke the silence: “Wankman said we’re not responsible for our actions… right?”
“Right…” – Shane replied under his breath, and almost threw himself onto his friend, holding him tight and pressing his lips on his. Randy responded with passion at the kiss, they parted their lips and let their tongues twist and roll onto each other, exploring every forbidden recess of their mouths.
The dam had broken, their hands were everywhere, on their backs, on their bubble butts, on their chiseled chests, and above all on their cocks. Muffled moans resonated in the locker room, while the two swimmers made out furiously, while stroking each other cocks with growing passion.
“What the fuck is going on here?? This is a restricted area!” – a commanding voice shouted from the door, and the guys gasped loudly, turning around.
“Coach Torres!!” – Randy exclaimed, blushing bright red, and Shane hurried to say: “It’s not like it seems!”
Coach Moreno Torres was not very tall, he had a rather stocky frame and an alluring dark skin coming from his Mexican heritage; his tight red t-shirt and shorts nicely encased his muscular body, and an obvious bulge moved from side to side, between his massive legs, while he walked toward the guys, who stood still like frozen.
Torres stopped in front of the guys, in silence, and looked at them intensely. There was no anger in his eyes, he seemed almost… amused, much to Randy and Shane’s puzzlement.
Randy turned to Shane and raised an eyebrow; Shane knew his friend too well to miss the silent message: in that room, under the influence of the gas, they could do whatever they wanted, without being held responsible for anything…
Shane flashed a mischievous grin and they moved in unison, pouncing on the Coach and blocking him against the metal lockers. “Hey! What the fuck??” – Torres protested, but before he could go on, Randy and Shane crouched at his sides, forcefully pulling down his shorts and jockstrap, to then dive their faces into the coach’s crotch.
The guys had acknowledged their mutual attraction and their interest in man-sex only a few moments earlier, but they weren’t embarrassed, they didn’t feel uneasy, they actually felt exhilarated! And their exhilaration was even greater, now that they could finally see, smell and taste Coach Torres’ cock, about which they both had secretly fantasized many times.
They eagerly kissed and massaged the long meat tube, that even flaccid was an icon of masculinity, with its dark foreskin, the pale pink head, the thick bush surrounding it and the two heavy, wrinkled balls hanging underneath. Shane couldn’t stay put, and eagerly took the delicious member into his mouth, pulling down the long foreskin to reveal the growing mushroom head.
“Ooooohhhhholy shit…” – Torres moaned, rolling his eyes for the sudden and unexpected pleasure he was feeling. Everything had happened too quickly, those two brats had momentarily overpowered him, but suddenly every resolution about wriggling out of their sneaky hands and passionate mouths vanished under the blows of the pleasure radiating from his groin.
Randy and Shane munched on the coach’s beautiful manhood like there was no tomorrow, lapping his balls, giving light bites at the now rock-hard shaft and fighting to suck the fat pink knob. In the end they settled their fight sharing a ravenous kiss, keeping the sensitive glans locked between their mouths and hitting the savory skin with their crazed tongues over and over.
Torres was gasping for air, caught in a hurricane of exquisite sensations that were making his heart race and his mind go weak. It was almost too much, those guys were bringing him up to the peak of his pleasure, too forcibly, too soon…!
A deafening whistle echoed in the locker room, and the two athletes instantly froze, as a conditional reflex. Torres let the whistle fall from his mouth and shot an intense look at the guys, but again there was no anger in his eyes: he was game, apparently, and Randy and Shane exchanged a lustful glance.
But their grins quickly faded when Torres forcefully pulled Shane on his feet and pushed him down on a bench, on his back: “You wanted my cock, uh, bitch? Well, get ready, because you’ll get it all, to the last inch!”
The coach’s words were apparently threatening, but were spoken with a playful tone that made both guys smile, excited. Torres stepped out of his shorts and took away his t-shirt, but keeping the whistle around his neck, just in case. Then straddled Shane’s head and slowly squatted down, using his hand to point his stiff dark-skinned cock to the guy’s mouth.
“To the last inch…!” – Torres growled, shoving his cock into Shane’s mouth, inch by thick inch, until Shane started gagging on it. Randy shot a worried glance at the coach, as he knew that Shane had no experience in the oral department, and the coach’s cock was long and thick, definitely not something a beginner could handle easily.
Torres noticed Randy’s tension and covertly winked at him, letting him know that it was only a playful act. “So what, bitch?” – he growled at Shane, playing his part – “Is this all you can do when a real man feeds you his cock?”
Shane, far from feeling demeaned by the coach’s words, grabbed Torres’ thighs with his hands to have more leverage and started bobbing his head up and down, in earnest, outstretching his throat to have a better angle and take all the thick inches of meat he could.
Torres reached into his discarded shorts and took a small tube of lube; “Catch!” – he said aloud, launching the tube to Randy, who seemed puzzled. “You don’t want me to do all the work by myself, do you? Grease your rod and fuck this bitch! Let’s give him all the cock he craves!”
Randy didn’t need to be told twice. He squeezed a large glob of lube on his stiff shaft and used his hand to smear it from base to tip. Then, he quickly pushed up Shane’s legs and took position between his bulging buttocks.
“Easy, tiger…” – the coach warned him, and Randy winked at him: never in his life would he hurt his friend; being a virgin himself, he knew well that being penetrated for the first time was a special moment that took great care. And he did put a great, loving care while taking Shane’s virginity, waiting for him to relax, and then waiting more, to let his anal rings gently stretch to adapt to the thick intruder.
When Randy, at long last, was fully inside the tight chute, Shane let go for a moment of the coach’s cock and looked with adoring eyes at Randy: “Buddy… you… you’re wonderful… mmmhhh… Fuck me, Randy…”
Shane felt on the Seventh Heaven, with the coach’s juicy cock filling his mouth and Randy giving him a sensual, sweet fuck. He silently thanked the gas that let him and Randy overcome their shyness and reveal to each other what they felt deep inside. Who could he ever imagine that being fucked was so wonderful? How could he ever guess that being drilled both ends by two manly studs could be so thrilling?
Three short sharp whistles overcame the moans and the grunts, and Shane felt both cocks being withdrawn from his orifices. “No…” – he whined, and Torres laughed out loud: “Listen at him! He’s a real bitch, desperately craving for cock! Ha ha ha! Let’s switch places, err… Randy, is it? Let me have a piece of that sweet bubble ass! You take the mouth. But first, clean up your cock, it’s too early for some ass-to-mouth action…! And you, Shane, on all fours! NOW! Good… That’s how I like my boys, wiggling their hungry bottoms like puppies when the master comes home…”
Randy quickly walked around the bench, watching Coach Torres strutting in the opposite direction, glad that not only he was clearly into guys, but he seemed even quite experienced in that department…
As suggested, he carefully cleaned his cock and took position in front of Shane’s open mouth; Torres shot a mischievous glance at Randy and barked: “Ready… Set… GO!”
Both stiff cock pierced Shane at the same time, going all the way inside him, as his holes, by now, were well lubed and relaxed. Shane bucked, more for the surprise than for the discomfort; yet, Randy immediately gasped: “Am I hurting you?”
Shane, as the only answer, pounced on Randy’s crotch and shoved his mouth onto the meat rod, taking it all inside him, only choking a bit when the fat head crashed inside his inexperienced throat. “Omyfuckingoodnessss!!!” – Randy almost screamed, drowning under the waves of pleasure that his friend’s hungry mouth was giving him.
Randy started rocking his hips following Coach Torres’ lead, moving in unison with him, shoving his cock into Shane's mouth at the same time Torres drilled him from behind. And he felt proud when the coach winked at him, smiling, to acknowledge his sexual prowess.
Shane felt he couldn’t resist any more, he felt a fire burning inside him and a pressure into his groin that demanded to be released; so he moved one hand to his own cock and started stroking it with a tight grip, to bring himself to orgasm.
“Stop there, boy!” – Torres bellowed, slapping Shane’s hand away from his cock. “Sir, I need to cum so bad…!” – Shane whined, and Torres purred like a lion in heat: “Let your men take care of your pleasure…”
With a silent nod to his partner in crime, Torres ramped up his thrusts, fucking Shane’s ass at a frantic pace, immediately copied by Randy. “Ggggmmphh!! Grrrlll!!” – Shane gurgled, feeling stuffed like a turkey both hands by the two mighty stallions.
“Get ready boy” – Torres growled in a tone that didn’t allow rejection – “because you’re going to cum for your men, to show them how much you loved being drilled by their cocks… Don’t you dare to fail me, boy… nnngghh… I want you to cum… and you will… awww… right… fuckkk… NOW!!”
With one last, mighty thrust, Torres shoved his thick dark-skinned cock all the way into Shane, pouring a torrent of warm cream deep inside him; at the same time, Randy took Shane’s head with both hand and stiffened in the throes of the pleasure, flooding his mouth with his manly essence. Shane, feeling the two cocks pulsing into his mouth and his ass, felt like he’d been caught in a storm of pleasure and bucked hard, while his untouched throbbing cock showered the bench underneath with countless long ropes of white juice.
When the fireworks ended, they disengaged from each other, panting hard, and Randy helped Shane standing up, as he didn’t seem too steady on his feet. “All good?” – he murmured to his friend, handing him a towel, and Shane smiled wide: “It’s been amazing. You have been amazing…”
They turned to the coach and their ecstatic expressions darkened. Coach Torres was toweling off, in deep thought, and his serious expression didn’t promise anything good…
“Coach…” – Randy said, stepping in front of Shane, in a protective stance – “Are we… in trouble? We know we forced you into… this thing, but we couldn’t think straight, sir! You can’t hold us responsible, sir, it’s the gas to blame!”
Torres shot a questioning look at the two swimmers: “The… gas?”
“The gas, sir!” – Shane interjected – “We’re testing a new formula created by Dr. Wankman, it’s an odorless gas that boosts your libido and loosen the inhibitions!”
The coach stifled a chuckle, then another, and then burst into a roaring laughter: “Dr. Wankman? ‘Doc Wank’?? Ha ha ha!!! That perv did it again, ha ha ha!!!”
“He did… what?” – Randy inquired, and Torres shook his head: “There’s no gas, boys. This room is filled with fresh air… well, maybe it reeks of sweat and cum, right now, but take it for granted, there is no mysterious gas. This is a prank that Doc Wank, as we professors call him, pulls now and then at the students. He loves luring straight boys into man-sex, and if I know him well, he’ll wank his meat fantasizing about you two having sex for the first time. I’m not saying I approve, but in the end it wasn’t half as bad, uh?”
“It can’t be just a prank!” – Shane exclaimed, in disbelief – “We heard the hiss of the gas, and we felt weird, incredibly horny, and we did things that we… we would never do in normal conditions…!”
“Come” – Torres said, when he got dressed – “Let’s talk while I walk you back to the dorm.”
They went out to the gym and headed to the staircase leading to the main floor. Torres’ tone was calm, fatherly: “Guys, it wasn’t the gas acting on your behalf. You did what you, deep inside, wanted to do. This is the true purpose of the prank, I guess, making guys expand their horizons and take the courage to venture into unknown territories; and I owe it to Doc Wank that he’s a fine psychologist, he understands when there’s something more behind the façade of a manly friendship, and nudges the guys in the right direction. I saw you two, when I first came in: you’re totally into each other, you’re attracted to each other, and there’s nothing bad in it. And you wanted me, you wanted my body; and from the passion you put in your assault, I’d say your desire didn’t build up in a day. Oh, don’t worry, I’m far from being pissed off, I’m rather flattered by being the object of your desire, but still, it’s not the gas to blame.”
Randy looked around uneasy and said, disconsolate: “So, it’s not true that we won’t be held responsible for our actions. We entered a restricted area, and we forced ourselves on you… But please sir, punish me, don’t punish Shane, he just followed my lead, he doesn’t deserve to be punished!”
Torres flashed an affectionate smile, seeing how caring and protective Randy was toward his friend. “Actually, you can’t be punished, neither of you, but for a totally different reason. Earlier, while toweling off I was thinking hard if I should tell you. There’s a tradition, here at Mount Manmore, as ancient as the University itself. That room, now, looks like a locker room, but it was, is, and will always be the ‘Sanctuary’. Except for acts of violence, which are never condoned, anything that happens there stays there. No one can ever be charged with what he said or did in the Sanctuary. It was meant as a place where students could talk freely to professors, even criticize them; the place where the quarrels between students were settled, or where two… secret lovers could meet.”
“I don’t regret anything I’ve done with you, Shane” – Randy said to his friend – “but Dr. Wankman is not going away with a stunt like that. Besides, there must be other students who were fooled like us, I’m curious to know how funny they’ll find this ‘prank’...”
“I’m not going to stop you” – Torres said in a serious tone – “but you won’t beat him or anything, right?”
Randy flashed a mischievous glance at the coach and replied: “Sir, you know me better than that. Oh, probably we will beat him, and very hard… and he’ll beg for more.”
~ Doc Wank ~
Two days later, at 10 PM, a little crowd silently gathered in front of Dr. Wankman’s door. There were all the guys that Wankman had pulled his ‘trick’ to: the studly quarterback Rodney with the lean high-jump athlete Milton, the impetuous wrestler Grant with the flexible gymnast Louie, and the two swimmers Randy and Shane.
They stood in perfect silence, leaning to the closed door to hear possible noises that would tell them that the professor was inside. And they did hear noises: restrained moans of pleasure and a clear fap-fap-fap sound…
Rodney flashed a mischievous grin and pointed his chin to the label on the door, where an unknown witty student had corrected the professor’s first name from “Jackson” to “Jack-off”. All the guys muffled amused chuckles and, at Rodney’s sign, barged into the room.
“Yikes!!” – Wankman gasped, turning to the door, frantically trying to cover his private parts with his lab coat. He was sitting in his office chair, with his cock in his fist, watching gay porn on a big monitor. He instantly guessed why the six young men had come to his office, that late in the evening, and hurriedly stood up, but the lab coat was snagged into the armrest and fell to the floor, leaving him stark naked and with a raging hard-on, for everyone to see it.
The guys looked at him with surprise: they all were more than sure that Dr. Wankman was a weak and flaccid old grump, but he actually had a slim, toned body that seemed sculpted by a fine chiseler; wide shoulders, narrow hips and quite a remarkable cock shamelessly jutting out from his groin.
“Damn, Prof…” – Milton exclaimed – “I wouldn’t have believed you were hiding such a nice body under your lab coat! It’s quite an achievement, for a man your age…!”
Wankman stood tall and replied, piqued: “You make it sound like I’m a hundred years old! I’m just fifty-five. And I’m a Mountman!”
“A… Mountman?” – the guy asked, forcing the professor to huff: “Ah! Youngsters… That’s the traditional name for those who graduate at Mount Manmore! And yes, I graduated here, too. Probably the first and the last to graduate with honors in Health and Science. You know well that you can’t graduate here without devoting your life to a sport of some sort, and gymnastics was mine. I never quit my daily training, it’s bred in my bones, in the bones of all of us: once a Mountman, always a Mountman…”
“Hey, look!!” – Randy interrupted, pointing at the big monitor, still on – “It’s not porn! Well, it is… but it’s us on the screen! The prof filmed us!”
Everybody turned to look at the screen, that was divided in four sections, each running a video of a different sex scene occurred in Locker room #3. For a long moment, they all stared at the big monitor with wide, shocked eyes, until Louie broke the silence: “Damn, Rodney, I knew you were a stud, but you’re a walking wet dream…”
Shane interjected: “Fuck Grant! How you dared to force yourself on Louie that way, you’re an animal!”
“Thanks for your sympathy, Shane” – Louie chuckled – “but don’t worry, I know how to tame even a wild beast such as Grant, just keep watching…”
“Geez, that’s Coach Torres!” – Milton exclaimed, his eyes rooted on the coach’s sexy body – “He’s a fuckin’ porn star! Look at how he bangs Shane, holding his hips with one hand…!”
There was a moment of silence, and they heard that the fap-fap-fap sound had resumed; they all turned to Dr. Wankman, realizing in disbelief that he was jacking off again, totally caught by the utmost erotic images running on the screen.
“Fuck no, Doc Wank!” – Randy bellowed, quickly grabbing the doc’s arms from behind and forcibly taking them away from the throbbing cock – “You’re not wanking your meat anymore! You’ve been naughty, horribly naughty, luring us into gay sex and filming us without consent! That’s a federal crime, in case you don’t know! So, either you face the Law, or you face… us!”
“Choose wisely, prof” – Grant added, menacingly massaging his own bulge – “because you’ve seen what I’ve done to Louie, and I’m going to do that to you, too… times ten!”
“D… Do to me whatever you want…” – the professor replied, his cock twitching furiously – “I really shouldn’t have filmed you, I deserve any punishment you’ll want to dish at me. I won’t retaliate, granted.”
“Exactly, you won’t retaliate, prof” – Randy said aloud, to be heard by anyone – “because we’re bringing you down to the Sanctuary, where anything goes. And when there… your ass is grass, Doc Wank!”
They quickly moved through the deserted building, and in a couple minutes they were all inside the small locker room, the time-honored safe place of Mount Manmore University. Randy shoved Wankman on a bench on his back, and suggested: “Let’s tie him up!”
Louie flashed a naughty grin and said: “Wait, he said he’s a gymnast… Give me those jumping ropes over there!”
In a matter of minutes, Wankman was trussed up and immobilized, with his wrists tied to a locker, his arms stretched above his head and the legs widely spread in a full split; in that vulnerable, almost obscene position, he couldn’t protect in any way his cock, that hadn’t lost a fraction of its stiffness, or his ass, slightly hanging off the bench, for anyone to do with it whatever they wanted.
All the guys got naked in record time, eager to feast on the man’s body or to take revenge on him, depending on their inner inclinations, everyone willing to enjoy the night as much as possible.
Shane, Louie and Milton assaulted Wankman’s torso and cock, teasing, licking, biting and stroking every helpless inch of his exposed skin; six sensual hands caressed, pinched, tickled and contoured the taut abs, the pointy titties, the chiseled pecs, the ticklish armpits and every little recess of the professor’s upper body.
Wankman, who’d already edged himself for a long time in his office, quickly became delirious with desire and fervently begged: “Let me cum, guys…! Please! Untie my legs, I can’t possibly cum with my legs spread so wide!”
“For real?” – Louie asked, sincerely curious, because he had no problems cumming wildly while doing the splits… as Grant could definitely confirm! Despite the overwhelming need to cum, and despite his current predicament, Wankman was still a professor: “You would've known, had you attended my courses, Mr. Bard! Few men can reach an orgasm in this position, thanks to an unusual conformation of their pelvic floor. I’m definitely not one of those lucky men… but I need to cum so bad!! Please, let me close my legs!”
“So… You really can’t cum even if I do… this?” – Louie grinned, while wanking the professor’s cock at a frantic pace. “Oh god! Oh GODDDD!! STOP!! It’s too much… too much… I can’t cum!!”
“That’s an unfortunate situation you find yourself in, Doc Wank” – Shane mused, flicking his nails on both the man’s nipples, eliciting desperate groans from him – “I think that tonight we’ll find out how long and how hard a man can be edged…”
Wankman was delirious, feeling his entire upper body and his throbbing cock stimulated sensually, relentlessly, mercilessly, while being unable to reach what he most craved, a liberating orgasm.
“It’s not true you can’t cum, prof” – Grant said, with a smug grin, while wetting his own cock with spit – “It just depends on how hard you’re fucked!”
Without giving Wankman a single moment to prepare himself, Granted slammed his entire thick cock all the way into the man’s obscenely exposed hole. Bam! One single thrust, with the playful ferocity that was Grant’s trademark.
“Fuck, Grant, no!” – the quarterback Rodney yelled – “You’ll hurt him!”
“Naaah” – Grant sneered – “Have you looked at his hole? This whore has taken quite a number of massive cocks and harsh fucks in his life, haven’t you, Doc?”
Wankman didn’t reply, not directly anyway, but the message was clear as day when he moaned: “Fuck me, Mr. O’Reilly… Fuck me hard… Shred my hole to pieces, but fuck the cum out of meeee!!”
“Yeah, it’s so hot when you call me by my surname, Professor!” – Grant said aloud, slamming his hips on Wankman’s spread buttocks again and again, at a frantic pace. Wankman bucked like his body was crossed by jolts of electricity and moaned helplessly, feeling his sensitive prostate hit by a barrage of perfectly aimed blows. He was a bundle of sex, where multiple surges of pleasure came from his nipples, his cock, his prostate, his armpits and every single erogenous zone at once. And still he couldn’t cum, not with his legs so wide apart.
“Please… Please… Please…” – he repeated with slurred words – “Cum… I need to cum…”
“Holy shit!” – a thunderous voice came from the door – “You never gave me your ass in that position, Doc!”
A complete silence fell into the Sanctuary, while Coach Torres confidently strutted across the room. The Coach got close to the trussed up professor and dismissed with an imperious gesture all the guys having their way with his body.
“The boys did what they could” – Torres said in a deep, sensual voice – “but it’s time a man takes care of you, Doc Wank…”
He quickly stripped naked, but again he kept around his neck his whistle, the symbol and the instrument of his authority. He spat a couple times on his beautiful dark-skinned cock, massaging it to a stiff hard-on, and slowly slid it inside Wankman’s loosened hole. Wankman arched his body, enjoying the slow but confident penetration with every fiber of his being.
“What the youngsters miss is that a hard bang is no use with a whore like you. What you need is a real man who fucks you with his cock, but with his voice, too, and his eyes… Look at me, ‘Jack-off’, show me how deep your sluttiness is, tell me with your eyes how great a pleasure you’re getting from my cock…”
Wankman was about to faint from the sexual tension. Even though the guys had now left him alone, and the only source of pleasure was Coach Torres’ cock, he felt he was climbing to dizzying heights of pleasure, slowly reaching the peak, the desperately coveted peak of the climax.
Having his legs as spread as humanly possible, he felt Torres’ cock reaching unexplored depths inside him; at each masterful thrust, the thick Mexican meat brushed against his prostate, giving him shivers of irresistible pleasure. Wankman was almost on the edge, he could see the abyss, and got scared…
“It’s too much… Coach, it’s too much… nnngghh… I’m too horny, I climbed too high… awww…! Coach, I’m going to die… You’re gonna make me die for the pleasure…!”
Torres pierced him with his dark, penetrant eyes and said in his deep voice: “Die for me, Wank…”
“AAAAARRGGHHHH!!!!” – Wankman screamed out of his lungs, the moment his own cock started shooting long ropes of thick man-juice that splatted everywhere, on his chest, on his face, and even on the locker his hands were tied to. “OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!” – he kept screaming bucking wide, despite the tightness of his restraints, and his ejaculation went on and on, until he was breathless.
He almost passed out for the devastating pleasure, but he didn’t die, of course. And when the wild orgasm finally trailed off, he looked at the Coach: “Moreno… Breed me… Pump your manly seed deep inside me…”
“Didn’t I already prove to you that I always know better?” – Torres replied, with a smug grin, pulling out of Wankman’s ass – “A slut like you is thirsty for men’s juice, you need to drown under a deluge of sperm… Boys! Come, let’s give this whore what he craves for…!”
All the guys instantly gathered around the bound man, stroking their stiff cocks; Wankman’s eyes moved from face to face, from cock to cock, almost wishing to watch them all at the same time. That’s why he liked his multi-screen monitor so much. But this wasn't a video, this was reality, and six young studs and one super-manly Coach were about to spill their very essence on him.
Torres’ voice was commanding: “Ready… Set… GooooOOOOOHHHHH!!!!”
A long rope of thick sperm flew across Wankman’s body, from his crotch to his neck, and hit the bound professor under his chin. And then the cataracts opened, with all the guys shooting volley after volley of man-cream, with the youthful ardor of their twenties, howling their pleasure and groaning loud for the effort.
Wankman’s body got covered with manly seed, that started dripping from the sides, pooling on the bench and on the floor underneath. Seven hard cocks shot wildly, seven manly bodies writhed with pleasure, seven pairs of eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Wankman looked around, gasping for hair, enjoying the warm shower and feeling on cloud nine. Not even in his wildest dreams he could hope for more than that.
At long last, the many orgasms subsided and everyone took a deep breath. Someone quickly set Dr. Wankman free, but he took a moment to rest on the bench, feeling devastated… but in the best way possible.
After a short while, he took a deep breath and rose sitting on the bench, scooping the sperm from his torso and licking it from his fingers, happy as a pig in mud.
But his smile faded when he raised his gaze and realized that everyone was looking at him. He suddenly felt bad, because those guys had repaid his mischievous acts with something he would remember for long. “If this was meant to be a punishment, I’m afraid I’ve enjoyed it too much… I was unpardonable with you, guys. I shouldn’t have played with your lives, and you have any reason to be angry at me.”
“Milton and I are not angry” – Rodney said – “We didn’t know we had such a tight bond, we didn’t acknowledge the strong bromance flowing between the two of us. Despite your questionable method, you helped us discover a part of us we didn’t suspect to have. We’re not stopping dating girls, if this may be of any interest for you, but still we’re going to… explore deeper our mutual attraction.”
“I’m not angry, either” – Grant added, cinching Louie with his arm, almost in a possessive way – “as I’ve found in Louie someone who accepts, and even likes, my… overactive sexuality. And at the same time he made me discover the pleasure of yielding control to someone else. None of my girls ever gave me that, none of them really appreciated me.”
“And we… uhm…” – Randy and Shane said, overlapping each other – “we found we deeply love each other, in a way that we could only dream for, before. And… err… we also had such great fun with Coach Torres, and that was another secret dream we’d been dreaming for long.”
Coach Torres stepped in, toweling off: “You’re lucky, Doc, as these guys are the best. I loved every single word they said to you, and every single thought they had for themselves. But part of the credit goes to you because, let me tell you, you’ve gotten better at your stunt: I still remember very well the first two guys you lured into this room and what they did to you, when they found out the truth. I bet your ass still hurts, uh? Besides, I noticed you took away all the baseball bats from here, since then…”
“Yeah, those guys didn’t take my innocent trick very well…” – Wankman commented – “And I thank you all, guys, for being so understanding with me. Of course I’ll promptly delete your videos, along with the others…”
“Err… uhm… sir…” – Louie hastily interjected – “Delete them? I mean, we look like porn stars! Maybe we should keep them…”
“Wait!” – Shane added – “Did you say ‘all the others’? Are there more??”
“Many more” – Wankman replied, stifling a knowing grin – “There’s J.C. Michaels, who graduated four years ago and is now playing basketball in the NBA, and the wrestling star Harry Bear, who graduated six years ago. Oh, and you shouldn’t miss literature professor Rykes: you won’t believe the size of the black hammer he hides in his loose trousers…”
“Damn, what are we doing here?” – Rodney exclaimed – “We have some… anatomy lessons to attend, right guys?”
“Fuck YEAH!!”
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