Steam clung to the mirror as Noah stepped out of the shower, beads of water trailing down his bare skin. He grabbed a towel, giving himself a rough scrub down ‘til his pale ass was rosy. His skin felt clean, more or less, and a pang of regret hit him as he tossed the towel aside. He’d relished the way Rob, Coach and the others had lost it over him… but he figured it could only be a good idea to have more control over the situation.
Rob had left fresh clothes on the counter: a pair of loose gym shorts and a sweatshirt with the school’s emblem across the chest. Next to the clothes was a plastic bag, knotted tightly at the top. Inside, his uniform and the jockstrap were packed away like some biohazard. He eyed it for a moment with a strange sense of pride. He’d done that. He dressed quickly, tugging the baggy sweatshirt over his head before pausing in front of the mirror.
Noah raised his arm, sniffing his armpit—just a quick test. A faint, spicy tang lingered beneath the fresh scent of soap and the neutral odour of the sweatshirt. Not too noticeable, but it was still there. He reached back and casually scratched his asshole, brought those fingers to his nose and sniffed. Cleaner, but still… there was something there, dark and mysterious...
When he walked back into the office, Rob was standing by the now-open window, waving an air freshener around. The mist of citrus and pine mingled with the lingering smells of what had happened between them—the sharp, sweaty stink that seemed to cling to the warm, humid air. Rob’s face was flushed, his normally neat hair all damp, messed up.
“I’m much fresher now,” Noah said chirpily, stepping back into his shoes.
Rob turned, blinking as if snapped from a trance. He took a tentative sniff in Noah's direction, gauging the air around him like he was testing for danger. His shoulders dropped slightly, relieved. “Yeah, I think you're good. For now, at least.”
Noah caught the flicker of unease behind Rob’s eyes as he set the air freshener down. “Listen, Noah,” Rob started, his voice quiet, hesitant, “if it is your pheromones doing this… then, well—what I did…” He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “Well, you know, I didn’t mean to… I’d never do anything to harm a student…”
Noah raised an eyebrow, letting Rob squirm. He could tell the nurse was trying to justify what he’d done, not just to Noah, but to himself, too.
“The pheromones made me do it,” Rob added, voice barely above a whisper, more to himself than Noah. “So, let’s just… keep this quiet, okay? And whatever happened with Coach Evans, too. At least until we figure out what’s going on with you...”
Noah couldn’t help it—his lips curled into a slow grin. He nodded as he leaned in, voice conspiratorial. “No worries, man. This can be our little secret.”
The door clicked shut behind him and Noah was alone in the hallway again. He glanced at the plastic bag in his hand. With a quick twist, he loosened the knot and reached inside, pulling out his stained strap. The smell hit him full-on—a wave of stale sweat, salt and something wilder. The fabric was heavy, soaked through. He stuffed it into his pocket, the stink of it still clinging to his fingers as the bell rang for lunch. A mass of laughing, chattering students swarmed out of the classrooms
The canteen was packed, a low hum of chatter buzzing, the clink of plates and cutlery. Noah grabbed a tray and found a seat near the back where he could watch the chaos without getting sucked into it. The smell of food and sweaty teenage boys swirled in the warm air, but he barely noticed as his eyes roamed over the tables. Boys jostled and laughed, shoving each other as they talked about weekend plans, upcoming games, or whatever passed for gossip. Noah wondered if any of them could sense it—that baseline level of sweaty musk still clinging to him. Could they feel it pulling at them, even now?
As he ate, Noah scrolled through his phone. He was blowing up. A as he flicked through the flood of messages from Lucas and the other guys in gym class. Some were apologetic, some were bold, some shy… but all of them carried the same underlying desire to see him again. He could practically feel the heat behind their words—confusion, crushed egos, mixed with raw, unfiltered want. They were all thinking about him, still tangled up in whatever spell he’d cast over them. Finally, he came to Alex’s message:
—“Bro! WTF did you do to me back there? Had me sniffin’ your pits like some freak!! where u at? I need more🤣”
After the text, he’d sent a picture. Taken discreetly under a classroom table, the image showed his mouth-watering cock, fully hard and swollen. It looked heavy, thick, and curved to the left slightly, like a banana. Noah could feel how horny Alex had been through the screen—like he’d been sitting there, rock-hard, unable to stop himself secretly stroking it in the middle of class, counting the minutes until he could get another hit on Noah’s ripe, sweaty pits…
Noah snorted. Of all of them, Alex was the most shameless. He’d always been a loud-mouth, and kind of an asshole—over-confident, ballsy and brimming with teenage bravado. Seeing him like this—desperate—was making the heat rise in the pit of Noah’s stomach. Under the table, his cock twitched.
Just then, Noah glanced up from his phone and saw Jake weaving his way through the crowded canteen towards him. He looked kinda tense, like he was holding something in.
Jake slid into the seat opposite him, eyes flicking up, then away, landing somewhere over his shoulder. “Yo,” he muttered, trying to sound casual. His leg bounced under the table, restless. “About earlier, man… I, like, went too far or something… I didn’t mean to.” He paused, looking down at his feet. He and Noah had known each other for years. Told each other everything. When Noah came out, Jake was the first person he confided in.
“I don’t know what came over me,” Jake continued. “You know I’m straight, bro. Emma would freak if she heard what happened… Please don’t tell her.”
Noah let the silence stretch. He watched Jake—the way his eyes darted back toward him, like he was trying to work out what the hell was going on inside his head. “Straight, huh?” Noah’s grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “You didn’t look so straight when you were rubbing your dick all over me, bro. Couldn’t get enough.”
Jake’s jaw tightened, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward, like he wanted to deny it but couldn’t. “Yeah, well…” he started, then stopped, fidgeting with the strap on his bag. His eyes finally settled on Noah’s, like he was searching for something—an answer, maybe. “It was so weird. It kinda grossed me out, but…”
Noah leaned in slightly, enough to keep the pressure there. “But you liked it,” he said, the words slipping out smooth, sure, leaving no room for doubt. “Didn’t you?”
Jake’s stare held, longer this time. His fingers drummed once against the table, then stilled. The air between them felt charged. “Yeah,” he admitted, barely above a whisper. His body was tense, like he was bracing himself for something, his voice dipping lower. “Maybe I did.”
Noah’s grin widened, his eyes locked on Jake’s, reading the uncertainty, the pull, the conflict. “Maybe?” he repeated, his tone almost a challenge. A wicked idea came into his head.
"Maybe… you should get a load of this," Noah whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. In one quick move, he pulled the damp jockstrap from his pocket and pressed it to Jake’s face, covering his nose and mouth. The stink hit Jake instantly. His eyes fluttered shut, chest rising as he breathed in deep, like he couldn’t get enough. A low, throaty sound escaped him, barely audible over the noise of the canteen, as he leaned into the overwhelming, musky scent.
After a moment, Noah pulled it back, eyebrow raised, watching as Jake slowly blinked his eyes open, still dazed, like the scent was coursing through his brain. Noah could see it in Jake’s face—the way his demeanour had shifted, completely blown away by the smell. Jake’s head was swimming.
“I need to piss,” Noah said casually, the grin never leaving his face. “You wanna come with?”
There wasn’t even a second of hesitation. Jake nodded, his throat tight as he swallowed hard, his hands clenching and unclenching. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good boy,” Noah muttered under his breath, getting up from the table. He tucked the jock back into his pocket as he headed for the exit, Jake following close behind. As Noah led him out of the canteen, weaving between tables of laughing boys oblivious to what was happening, he pulled out his phone. His fingers moved quickly, tapping out a message to Alex:
—”Bro, I got you. Come to the toilets. Jake & I are about to have some fun. You don’t wanna miss this.”
The door to the boys bathroom swung open with a creak and the pungent odours of sweat, stale piss and cheap deodorant hit Noah full force. The heady mixture of smells clung to the walls, the floors, even the air, making it feel heavy and sticky. It felt like there was an energy trapped there, some syrupy, sensual heat, shimmering just above the grimy tiles. Noah’s pulse was racing as he walked toward the urinal, Jake following close behind, like a dog.
Standing shoulder to shoulder at the trough, Noah hauled himself out, the weight of his cock hanging in his hand as he started to piss. Noah didn’t miss the way Jake’s eyes locked onto him—staring, unable to look away. Noah could smell himself again now. Not as intense as before, not as intense as the jockstrap, but strong enough to send a spark of excitement down his spine.
Noah’s eyes flicked to Jake’s. “Get yours out, too.”
Jake hesitated for a second and looked around, but no one else was there. Just them. Slowly, he pulled down his zipper, his cock already hard as he freed himself. His hands were shaking slightly, but he couldn’t stop now.
Without warning, Noah reached out, his hand wrapping around Jake’s cock—firm, confident. Jake gasped, his body stiffening as Noah’s fingers tightened around him.
“Come on,” Noah said, his voice steady, in control.
Before Jake could even process it, Noah gave a sharp tug, leading him by the cock toward the cubicle at the end of the row. Jake stumbled slightly, his breath shallow as Noah’s grip remained firm. He couldn’t think—couldn’t even breathe properly—but he didn’t stop Noah. He couldn’t stop him.
The door to the cubicle swung open, and Noah pulled Jake inside, locking the door behind them with a click. The air in the tight, enclosed space felt closer, hotter. Jake’s heart pounded in his chest, his body already trembling as Noah turned to face him, eyes brimming with cocky confidence.
Until today, Jake had always seemed out of Noah’s reach—forbidden fruit, the straight best friend who could never see Noah the way he wanted him to. But now? Now Jake was completely his, lost in the power of Noah’s scent, and Noah was going to get his fill.
The tension between them snapped like a wire pulled too tight, and suddenly they were on each other. Noah felt Jake’s hands pulling at his sweatshirt, dragging it over his head, while Noah’s own fingers slipped under Jake’s waistband, shoving his pants down in one rough motion. The floor was filthy but they didn’t care, letting their clothes fall wherever. Noah’s eyes traced the lines of Jake’s chest, the tight, lean muscles flexing beneath his smooth, tanned skin as he kicked off his boxers. And then their bodies came together again, slick with sweat, the smell of it radiating from them like heat.
Eventually Noah paused, eyes gleaming with a mix of power and dark excitement. He grabbed Jake by the chin, his thumb brushing over the boy’s bottom lip as he leaned in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “Alright, puppy. On your knees.”
Jake’s body trembled as he obeyed, sinking down onto the dirty, cracked tiles, sticky with the residue of who-knows-what. His knees hit the ground with a dull thud, the cold tile biting into his skin, but all he could focus on was Noah—the smell that was once again pouring off of him as the heat rose, mingling with the rank atmosphere of the boys toilets, creating something that was perfectly intoxicating in its filth.
Noah let the moment hang for a second before he reached down, grabbed the jockstrap from the pile of clothes on the floor. He draped it over Jake’s face, covering his nose, hooking the straps behind his ears to keep it in place. The sour, heady stink hit Jake immediately, and Noah could see his nostrils twitching.
“That’s better,” Noah purred as he looked down at his friend. His voice was soft but full of authority, his hand resting on the back of Jake’s head as he pulled him closer. “Go on, you know what to do.”
Jake groaned softly as his lips met the slick skin of Noah’s cock, still dripping with pre-cum and piss. Noah hadn’t even bothered to shake. Jake’s tongue flicked out to taste the salty residue and he groaned as the sharp flavour coated his tongue. He couldn’t get enough, and soon the sloppy sounds of Noah’s cock being sucked were echoing around the room. The grossness of the boys toilets—the piss-streaked, graffiti-covered walls, the faint scent of bleach that had long since faded, the gurgling drains—only made it hotter, somehow.
Noah watched, feeling his cock throb in Jake’s mouth, loving the way he had completely submitted. Jake was his, and Noah was going to take full advantage of the fact. He ran his fingers through his friend’s hair, grabbed it, then pushed him deeper onto his cock. Jake’s lips stretched wider, struggling to take all of him, and Noah felt a surge of excitement as Jake gagged slightly, coughing but refusing to stop. The sound of Jake’s muffled groans made Noah’s cock twitch as he pushed deeper, watching the saliva ooze from the corners of his mouth, watching it drip down from his chin in long, gooey strands...
“Yeah, that’s it,” Noah murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, breathing faster now as he held Jake in place. “Take it all, Jake. You’ve needed this all day, haven’t you? Since you first got a taste of my stink…”
Jake gagged again, harder this time, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, his hands gripping Noah’s thighs as his throat worked its magic, spit and throat-slime trailing down his chest and pooling between his legs. The sounds coming from him—choked, wet, ravenous—were driving Noah wild.
“You fucking love it, don’t you?” Noah whispered. He tugged at Jake’s hair slightly, pulling his head back just enough to look down into his eyes. Jake’s face was flushed, covered in spit, eyes hazy with lust and submission. “Look at you,” Noah continued, a big, shit-eating grin on his face. “My straight best friend, down on his knees, choking on my cock... What a weird day, huh?”
Just then, there was a loud knock at the stall door. Noah already knew who it was. He let go of Jake’s hair just long enough to swing the door open and grab Alex by the tie, yanking him into the stall with them. The door slammed shut again, the three of them now crammed into the tight space.
“Jesus, what the fuck?” Alex muttered, almost losing his balance. His eyes flitted over Noah, his sleek, smooth body all covered in sweat, then Jake, on his knees by the toilet, face half-hidden under Noah’s filthy strap. Then the smell hit him like a freight train. His nostrils flared, huffing the air.
“Didn’t wanna miss out, huh?” Noah teased, pulling Alex towards him. Without waiting for a response, Noah’s hands were already moving, sliding down and gripping his cock through his uniform, rough and fast. Alex gasped, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Noah deftly unbuttoned his fly, grabbed the waistband then shoved downwards, freeing his engorged cock. It sprang up in the stale bathroom air, proud and hard.
“Here,” Noah said as he grabbed Jake’s hair, prying him off his cock with a satisfying pop. A thick, white string of saliva dangled from the blissed-out boy’s adorable lips. He looked so dazed and hot. “Try Jake’s mouth, dude. It’s amazing.”
Alex didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He aimed his dick at Jake’s lips and shoved, burying it. Alex groaned and Jake gurgled, both of them lost in whatever primal state they’d slipped into.
Noah watched for a while as Alex fucked Jake’s throat. He was really going to town, pounding it like a pussy. Jake kept gagging and choking. Noah had never seen anything so sloppy and messy. Then he helped Alex wriggle out of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the ground, an afterthought, while Jake lavished attention on both of them. He had one cock in each hand, giving them long, smooth strokes while his wet mouth moved from one to the other, tongue swirling under their foreskins, making them both groan in pleasure.
After a beat, Noah stepped back and pulled Jake to his feet. The stinky jock was still in position and Alex, catching a whiff of it, leaned in instinctively, pushing his face against it to get a deeper hit. His lips brushed Jake’s as he did so, and before he knew it they were locked together, making out, tongues duelling, every ragged breath they took flooded with the jockstrap’s narcotics-grade stink. Noah watched them writhing as he stroked himself, amazed at what his scent could do.
Eventually he jerked the jockstrap free of Jake’s face and the boys disentangled from each other, panting and flushed. “I’ve got something for you both,” Noah said, that wicked look in his eye again. “You’ve earned it.” He turned around and put one foot up on the toilet bowl, arching his back to show off his perfect ass. Small and compact, it had all the juicy appeal of a melon, and when Jake and Alex saw it they dropped to their knees and crowded in closer, like they’d read Noah’s mind. He chuckled to himself, in love with the power he held.
“Get in there,” he purred. “Taste it.”
Jake and Alex grabbed at his cheeks, spreading them wide. They took turns burying their faces in there, dragging their tongues over the smooth, sweat drenched skin, covering themselves in it, the way cats go crazy for catnip. Noah’s musky asshole—not so tight now, after the drilling it had already received that morning—winked at them, the soft, wrinkled skin enticing them in; their wet, curious mouths, their slippery, wriggling tongues, digging at his hole, devouring him.
And then, he pushed.
Nurse Rob’s load—what was left of it, anyway—squirted out of him, the warm, creamy goo spraying all over Alex and Jake’s faces. The salty tang of it filled the air, mixed up with the musk of Noah’s butt sweat and other juices. The boys groaned in ecstasy and came together, sharing the load, making out with it, taking turns to lick and suck the last precious drops from Noah’s sloppy hole as it trickled out, then spat it, gleefully, into each other’s mouths.
Noah watched them, transfixed by just how nasty it all was. It felt like things were escalating quickly. He was so fucking worked up, so fucking horny. He needed more.
“Time to show me what you got, guys. Fuck my ass… and don’t stop ‘til you shoot.”
The boys jumped to their feet in an instant. Alex pushed forward first, shoving Jake roughly aside, desperate to get his cock in first. He steadied himself with one hand on the stall partition as he lined up the head with Noah’s sweaty entrance. He didn’t need lube. The spit, traces of sperm and, of course, the permanent layer of sweat that coated Noah’s hole was more than enough. He shoved on in, hard, both he and Noah moaning like porn stars. Alex grabbed Noah’s hips as he started to thrust, sliding smoothly in and out of his pre-fucked hole like a piston. In no time at all his orgasm was thundering through him, those long, slender legs of his shaking and buckling beneath him as he unloaded inside Noah’s ass.
Then it was Jake’s turn. Alex had barely slipped out before Jake was right there, taking his place, sliding in on Alex’s freshly deposited seed. It made for perfect lube. Jake grabbed Noah’s shoulder, pulling him back, deeper onto himself, and Noah gasped. Jake’s cock wasn’t as long as Alex’s, but boy was it thick. He could feel it stretching him open, destroying him, turning his juicy little butt into his best friend’s personal fuckhole.
When Jake erupted, Noah felt it. His hips slammed into Noah’s sweaty cheeks one last time, then he tensed, every fibre of every muscle in his slender, teenage body vibrating with pleasure. He barely made a sound as it happened—just a few soft, breathless moans. When it was done he collapsed on Noah’s back, eyes closed, sweat pouring off him like he’d just run a marathon. At some point during Jake’s earth-shattering orgasm, the heat and the pulsing in Noah’s ass set him off, too. He came—all over the toilet seat, the wall and the filthy, grimy floor, his cock swinging wildly between his legs with the force of his fire-hose ejaculation.
The heat and the smell of their sweat lingered in the air as they all slowly came down from the high of the moment. Noah sat back on the toilet, watching with a satisfied grin as Jake and Alex pulled on their clothes. Their breathing was still heavy, but the tension that had been so thick between them earlier was now completely gone. It was just easy now. Comfortable, even.
Alex tugged his shirt down over his toned chest, still slick with sweat, while Jake fumbled with his belt, a happy little grin playing on his lips. Their eyes met briefly, a wordless understanding passing between them.
Once they were dressed, the three of them piled out of the stall and headed for the door. Outside, the sun was bright, the slight afternoon breeze doing nothing to clear the haze of the day. They made their way to the scrubby patch of ground behind the science block and Alex pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a quick scratch-scracth of his lighter.
“Damn,” Jake muttered, his voice low and gravelly. “That was fucking crazy.”
Alex leaned back against the wall, his usual cocky demeanour returning as he nodded, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. A pale cloud of smoke billowed from his nose as he exhaled. “Yeah, no shit. But… I’m not complaining.”
Noah grinned, taking the cigarette from Alex’s fingers and inhaling deeply, smoke curling in his lungs. He blew it out with a relaxed sigh, then passed it back. “How do you guys feel now?” he asked, his eyes flicking between them, curious.
Alex chuckled, adjusting himself in his pants and shaking his head. “Like someone just milked ten loads out of my balls, all at once.”
Noah laughed, Jake too, the last traces of tension evaporating into the warm air. Jake looked different now—relaxed, at ease, the tightness in his face from before completely gone. Like a weight had been lifted.
“My head does feel kinda clearer, actually,” Jake said, as he met Noah’s gaze.
“Oh yeah?” Noah raised an eyebrow.
Jake nodded, a kind of dreamy look on his face. But Noah could still see it there in Jake’s eyes, the desire… It was way more subtle now. Sated for the moment. It would be a while before he needed another fix.
The rational part of Noah’s mind knew that none of this was normal—Jake and Alex losing their minds over his stink, the way they couldn’t get enough of him, and the way he’d revelled in it, craved the control. Even now, as they all stood there like it was just another day, totally chill, it was obvious that something seriously weird was going on. But Noah was beyond caring. He was becoming more than he ever thought he could be, and the truth was, he was having a blast.
The bell rang in the distance, signalling the end of lunch. Alex stretched, pulling his backpack over his shoulder, the moment of calm passing as the world outside started to pull them back in.
“Guess we should head to class,” Jake muttered, his voice light now, almost back to his usual, care-free self.
Noah hung back, watching as Jake and Alex melted into the bustling crowd of students making their way to class. But school was the last thing on his mind now. He wasn’t heading back—not today. He’d had his fill. As the excitement of the morning simmered under his skin, his thoughts drifted somewhere else, to someone else. Ethan—his older brother. He’d be home from work by now…
Something dark flickered behind Noah’s eyes as he turned toward the school gates, already imagining what was waiting for him at home. Ethan was family. What if his power worked on him too? The thought felt so huge and dangerous it gave him goosebumps.
It felt like a challenge.
To be continued…
