College Takeover Part II
Second part to my first story: College Takeover.
College Takeover Part II
By: monarch_mvl118
This story contains male on male sex, please do not read if you are under 18/21 (whichever applies to your locality).
I would appreciate any feedback. And my apologies for taking so long to write this next part of my story.
For most of the students in classroom 311, the current lecture on the last Tudor monarch of England was bordering on interesting, but Josh Carver was far too distracted to remotely care about Elizabeth I.
Every time his position shifted and he adjusted himself through his shorts, his cock twitched and he had to suppress a moan. As he was sitting through his final lecture of the day, all he could think about was escaping these classrooms so he could either masturbate or fuck someone, anyone, to get relief.
Throughout the day he had tried several times to sneak off to his room to get some privacy, but each time he was intercepted by friends or classmates wanting to study, compare notes, or eat. He wasn’t a generally rude guy so it was hard for him to blow people off or make crappy excuses as to why he couldn’t hang out. Today though, his heightened libido and lack of release was making him quite irritable.
He looked at his watch again: five more minutes until the western civilization class period was over, thank the gods! He closed his eyes and attempted to 'will' time to go faster. Western civilization was his last class for the day. After that he had a two-hour break until lacrosse practice started. Plenty of time to get off.
Two more minutes… Josh sighed quietly. Then he felt a nudge on his right shoulder. He turned his head and saw his classmate Mitchell staring at him.
“Hey Mitch, what’s up?” Josh whispered quietly. One more minute…
“Are you okay, bro? You’re sweaty and have been looking at your watch a lot.” Mitchell asked. He seemed concerned.
“Ummm, that’s a difficult question to answer right now.” Josh replied. He glanced downward at his crotch where he had his hands pressing down on his raging erection. Mitchell followed his gaze but quickly looked back up at Josh.
“Bro, are you having issues down there? Like an STD?” Mitchell was whispering even quieter now. The clock in the room let off a loud ding, which signaled the end of the period. Josh wanted to rush off, but he could see that his buddy really wanted to help. Josh sighed.
“No nothing like that.” Josh answered finally. “I am just super horny and have been all day. Not the kind of horny where you can jerk off once and be good to go. I mean, fucking horny to the point where I’d fuck a dude.” Josh grimaced when his dick pulsed as a result of that statement.
Even though class was over the two remained in their. seats. Mitchell let a long moment pass before he responded, “Bro, I understand completely.”
He looked around the room to make sure they were alone. “I’ve been wound up just like that for two weeks! I went camping near campus for a couple nights with some guys from my swim team and a few other people and we partied hard in the woods that whole time. One of the times I went to take a piss I saw one of my teammates and another dude blowing each other near the tree I was pissing at. Even though I was right there they didn’t notice me looking at them. Between you and me, I wasn’t bothered by them at all. I kind of wanted to join in and get a blowy. I remember getting really fucking hard and almost walking over to them, but I stopped myself and headed back to our campsite. I thought my dick would stop being hard but it didn’t go down until the next morning. It’s weird because I am horny just like you are but I have been like that for two whole weeks! I need to fucking get off with more than just a jerk-off session!” Mitchell inhaled and waited for Josh to reply.
Josh was amazed that Mitchell understood his predicament. He thought over what he had seen the previous night in the gym locker room with Kragen and the others and wondered if seeing those guys having sex had affected his sex drive. He was still repulsed at the thing that came out of their dicks, but he was less disgusted with witnessing gay sex. Thinking about the miniature orgy made his cock throb harder.
He told Mitchell that he had seen something similar the previous evening but didn’t mention the parasites in the guys’ members. Josh was afraid that Mitchell would think he was nuts, or worse, if Mitchell was actually one of those infected guys and he told him everything, the “infected” would undoubtedly come after him. Mitchell sat silently as he told him his story.
After Josh was finished Mitchell abruptly stood up, revealing his own tented shorts to Josh, confirming what he had said earlier. “Like I said, I understand, bro.” Mitchell looked at the clock on the classroom wall. “Shit! Swim practice starts in ten minutes and I can’t miss it. Listen bro, can we talk about this again later? I’ll give you my number and I will text you tonight. Is that okay?”
“Sure, man. I am glad that I am not alone with this. Text me later and maybe we can try and figure this out.” Josh put Mitchell’s number in his phone and sent him a quick text so that Mitchell had his. The exchange completed, Mitchell quickly gathered his books and bag and hurried out of the room and ran towards the swimming pool building.
Josh gathered up his belongings as well and left the. classroom. He was careful not to reveal his hard-on to passers-by as he quickly made his way to the Epsilon Omega Psi fraternity. Once he got to his room he could finally get off and then get ready for lacrosse practice at 5:30.
Mitchell got to his locker with two minutes to spare. He started to undress and began to think over what he and Josh had discussed. In his gut he knew that something strange was going on, but he didn’t have long to ponder the situation before someone walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.
“So glad you made it on time, dude!” His teammate Trevor told him. “I was worried you were going to be late again, ‘cause you know how coach and our lovely, pleasant, team captain is when someone is even thirty seconds late.” Trevor made sure his buddy could hear the sarcastic emphasis he placed on the words “lovely” and “pleasant.”
“Yeah, I’m here, on time for once, blah, blah, blah…” Mitchell said smiling. He liked Trevor. He was sarcastic in a funny way but was overtly supportive of his fellow teammates, unlike their captain, who’s attitude the two absolutely despised.
Mitchell pulled off his boxers, exposing his now semi-hard cock. It finally went down a little, he thought happily. Trevor was still there, waiting for him to finish and he quickly pulled his green and white speedo out of his locker and slipped it on. He put the rest of his clothes and bag in his locker and turned around to face Trevor.
They both had a decent swimmer build, though Trevor had bigger core muscles when compared to Mitchell, but Mitchell’s arms and legs were more developed than his teammate’s. They stood about the same height, with a half inch difference. The two smiled at each other and headed to the shower area. Trevor playfully punched his teammate in the arm. As they stepped under their showers and turned them on, Trevor spoke again.
“Oh, by the way, I heard Kev and Ajay mention something about how captain Skylar has some “special training session” he made up that we are supposedly doing today. I asked them to elaborate but they said they didn’t know much else. I am only mentioning it because they heard that it’s a two-hour thing. Which is ridiculous! Two whole hours of who-knows-what? I betcha it’s a huge lecture from him about how we nearly lost the last swim meet. How we need to do better, how we need to figure out a more complete training regimen, blah, blah blah…” Trevor finished with a snort of disgust.
Mitchell just sighed and they both finished showering shortly thereafter. They walked into the pool area in silence, bracing themselves for two hours of practice. They saw their team gathered nearby on the closest side of the pool. All of them were seated except for Skylar who was talking.
Mitchell was sure he was droning on about some mistake that one of them had made. Mitchell noticed that their coach wasn’t there at all. That’s weird, he thought. Mitchell guessed that he must be busy doing something important, because he never missed their practices.
Mitchell and Trevor sat down next to each other and were barely noticed by their captain. They began to focus on what Skylar was saying to the team.
“As you all can guess, Coach has some important work going on that made him unavailable to come to practice today. He obviously left me in charge and I don’t want to disappoint him with any lack of training for you all, so I came up with some special training for today. We’ll start off with some laps and then head back into the locker room for some other exercises that I’ll discuss then. Don’t worry, it isn’t too strenuous for you.” Skylar almost sneered with his last statement. Mitchell and Trevor shook their heads. Arrogant fuck, Mitchell thought.
“First though, everyone will start off with a protein drink. I found a new kind of recipe online and thought we could try it. I drank one earlier and it tastes like a mixed fruit drink. It’s pretty good. I have the drinks by the poolside so let us all get one and we’ll start for today!” Skylar seemed pretty excited about his decision to make new protein shakes, an enthusiasm not shared by most of the guys under his “guidance.”
Each member of the team grabbed a bottle of a purplish colored fluid once they reached the edge of the pool. Skylar told them all to start drinking their shakes, and to drink all of it. Mitchell thought that last instruction was a little iffy. But, not wanting to be chastised for not following instructions, He brought the bottle to his lips and sucked down a large gulp of the purple stuff.
Surprisingly, it was sweet and tasted like Skylar had said. Mitchell took another swig and afterwards the container was half full. He looked for Trevor, wanting to see his reaction, and was surprised to see him eagerly downing his own drink. Within seconds he was done and lowered the bottle from his lips. He looked over at Mitchell and smiled happily.
“Finish yours, bro! It’s fantastic!” Trevor encouraged him. Around him Mitchell heard many of the other guys say, “Yeah it is, bro!” Mitchell was a little weirded out now. But with everyone watching him he drank the rest of his shake. As the last bit went down his throat, Mitchell felt his cock twitch slightly. It was barely noticeable, and he attributed it to his horniness that had persisted for two weeks.
“Alright you guys, let’s do some laps!” Skylar set up the line of guys and told them which swimming technique to do. Mitchell was assigned the butterfly stroke, his least favorite, while Trevor was told he would be doing the breaststroke. Mitchell was disappointed that he and Trevor were separated. Being in the same group would have allowed him to chat with his friend. He then felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Skylar, and he didn’t look happy. Oh boy, Mitchell thought. What did I do now?
“Mitchell, when I tell you to do an exercise, you need to do what I say. I don’t care that Coach isn’t here. And since he isn’t here, that puts me in charge.” Skylar commanded with contempt. “If you hadn’t been just standing here, you would have seen everyone else is in the pool and working hard. Now get going on that butterfly! You’ll have several laps to make up after everyone else is done.” By the time Skylar finally finished his rant, Mitchell was too annoyed to respond.
He turned his back to Skylar and jumped into the pool. The water felt nice around him. As he began his laps, he hoped that the exercise would wash away the annoyance he felt about Skylar.
As Mitchell went through the motions of his assigned swimming technique, the “protein shake” he had ingested began to fulfill its mission. The energy boosting portion made its way throughout the swimmer’s body and flooded his muscles and bones with nutrients. The other part of the shake went straight to his brain’s pleasure centers and turned them up to volume one hundred.
Not only was the potent mix of pleasure-inducing stuff supposed to get Mitchell horned up to the max, the concentrated dose of mysterious fluid sped up his already changing sexual preferences. The slow process of making him crave sex with men that had begun two weeks ago was completed in a matter of minutes. The swimmer felt a pleasurable heat rise throughout his body, distracting him, and he had to stop himself from colliding with the pool wall.
Mitchell’s thoughts became saturated with the need for sexual release and that he wanted, no, needed, to help his teammates get off, especially Trevor. He heard a shrinking portion of his mind tell him that the thoughts he was having were strange and unnatural to him, but his pulsating boner was winning in the battle to draw his attention. Mitchell’s eyes were completely glazed over and his mind was now chanting the same word over and over to him, “Sex, sex, sex, sex…”
Mitchell hauled himself out of the pool, not caring about what his team captain had told him earlier about doing extra laps. He needed to get off! The swimmer quickly strutted his way to the locker room, failing to notice that none of his teammates were swimming or poolside.
The air inside the locker room felt heavy but warm, and contained a sweet aroma that nicely masked a typical locker room’s aura of sweat and cleaning chemicals. The sweetness of the air intensified Mitchell’s libido as he stepped inside and let the door close behind him.
He eyed discarded swimming gear that littered the floor before him, now imagining his teammates naked bodies as he followed the trail towards the showers, from which guttural grunts and passionate moans were emanating.
Somehow sensing that his fellow athletes had the same inclinations he currently felt, Mitchell hurriedly pulled his green and white swim garment down, freeing his erection from its prison. His seven-incher bobbed in front of his groin as he added a companion to the speedos on the floor and bounded happily towards the showers.
The scene inside the shower room was intoxicating. Eleven naked, rutting men greeted Mitchell as he entered. His eyes roamed over the thrusting bodies of his teammates.
The grunts of the swimmers around him, and the sight of their tensed muscles caused Mitchell’s cock to throb harder and ooze precum.
Ryan was face-fucking himself on Ajay's throbbing, veined tool. His efforts seemed to greatly please Ajay, his hips thrusting like train pistons. Ryan’s hands roamed over Ajay's lower body, grasping and kneading his muscular thighs. Ajay himself was fingering Tyson's hole, his actions resulting in Ty’s firm ass clenching around his finger. Tyson’s broad back, muscles sculpted into near perfection through years of effort in the gym and with swimming, flexed and pulsated as he plowed Brody.
Brody was obviously enjoying receiving his teammate’s fuckstick, his mouth hung open as it continuously emitted high-pitched moans that added to the sexually euphoric symphony filling the showers.
Mitchell spotted Trevor towards the center of the showers. He was being fucked by Skylar and Hiroki as his glazed eyes were focused skyward. Both Skylar and Hiroki seemed to be taking the spit roast seriously. Their bodies moved in unison, albeit slightly robotically, as though there was a reason behind their movements besides pleasure.
He spied Rashid and Topher towards the right wall, vigorously making out and grinding their toned, lithe bodies against each other. Strangely though, the tips of their cocks seemed to stay connected despite all of their movements, but Mitchell’s brain didn’t dwell on that thought for more than a second, because the need to fuck was paramount.
Mitchell searched for an opening amongst his team, finally finding one to the left of the far doorway, where Kevin was eagerly pounding Chad's asshole. Both men's mouths were letting out blissful grunts as Kev hilted his thick member inside of his newfound fuckbuddy. Mitchell hurried over and kneeled before Chad, who quickly opened his mouth wide when he spotted Mitchell’s hard-on.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Mitchell thrust his cock into Chad's second fuckhole. He rutted like his teammates. Chad's milky violet eyes locked with his, and Mitchell willingly lost himself in sexual bliss.
Most of the team were in a state of euphoria, but the rest, the rest were fucking with purpose. To those few privy to the truth, this was not a random orgy but a part of something bigger, something that they hoped to repeat. Not just with the swim team, but with the wrestlers, lacrosse players, track and field runners, and guys all across campus. His plan was accelerating, and soon the rest of the swim team would feel the same urge to spread.