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(Sorry, forgot to hard warp!)

THE BUS EPISODE - REIMAGINED
by Mafisto

[This story is based on and a variant of 'The Bus Episode' whose
original author ("Unknown") I could not find. This is my first
published story in almost 12 years! Fantasy casting: Chaosmen
model Carter as Lance, Chaosmen model Wayde as Scotty. If you
enjoy the sampling of pictures for this story, do visit
http://www.chaosmen.com to see more and express your gratitude.
Comments welcome and appreciated. Read this story with pictures
on my new site, MafiStories, at
http://mafistories.com/2014/01/04/the-bus-episode-reimagined/ !]

The doctor looked at the bruises all over my face, concern
casting a pall over his handsome visage. "How did this happen to
you?" he asked. "Care to hear a story?" I rejoined.

I had just had the most amazing experience of my life. Everything
had started that morning. I went to my allergist for some shots
to help me with my sneezing (I'm allergic to dogs bigtime). My
old medication had lost its effectiveness, so Dr. Michaels gave
me a new drug. Normally, of course, I'm not thrilled to take new
drugs, but after he told me there was nothing in the drug that
wasn't in bananas and milk, I thought "What the hey," and
proffered my arm. "Sorry," Doc M. chuckled, "this goes in your
thigh, in the front." Well, this was an odd place for a shot, but
who am I to argue? I shucked down my 501s and boxers. "Hold your
penis to one side please," said the doctor, and I pulled my soft
5-inch tubesteak to the side. Doc M. bent down, rubbed my thigh
very near my balls with alcohol, letting me feel his hot breath
tingle. I started to get a little hard, then he jabbed me with
the needle, injected the shot, and stood up. "There shouldn't be
any side-effects with this drug," he intoned, "but just to be
safe, no drugs or alcohol for 12 hours." "Sure thing doc," I
replied as I pulled up my jeans, rearranging my heavy balls and
dick in my pants. They made a nice lump in my pants that I was
pretty damn proud of! When I looked down, I could see a nice
outline. I flexed my cum muscles and saw my dick shift in my
pants.

I left the doctor's office feeling pretty good, especially about
the no side-effects part, 'cause the stuff I was on before always
gave me stomachaches. Spying the bus I wanted nearing the bus
stop at the corner, I sprinted to make it and clambered on board.
As usual, the bus was almost empty. Except for the fat old crone
driving, there was only one other passenger, a man sitting
against a window near the back of the bus; he looked to be
asleep, 'tho I couldn't quite tell on account of his sunglasses.
As I sat across the aisle from him, I deduced he was a marine,
and probably on the way to the beach. His shiny red hair was cut
short, and he had a fuzzy two-day beard and the nicely muscled
body of I would guess a 22-year-old who worked out a lot. He wore
a purple tank top that showed a sprinkle of red hair over a great
hard chest along with olive camo boarding shorts, a little tight.
I thought I could see a nice cock outlined in his shorts, and
wanted to stare a bit more, but I was suddenly sleepy, ("No
side-effects my eye!!") and I drifted off into zone land.

Suddenly, I heard someone's voice saying, "That guy'll be pretty
embarrassed when he wakes up with that bulge is in his jeans.
Must be some dream!" My eyes snapped open. I was still on the
bus, and the man across from me was looking at me uncomfortably,
his sunglasses gone. I realized my cock was at full 8" mast,
snaking down my pants, and that the bulge was plainly visible to
the marine. Whose voice had I heard? I shifted in my seat, trying
to get my cock to shrink, when I heard the voice again, "Good
he's awake. Let's hope he moves so nobody can see his dick." A
flash of realization hit me. I could hear the stud's thoughts!
Blushing, I glanced over at him, gave him a weak smile, grunted
out a "Hi" and successfully maneuvered my cock away from my leg
and back down the front of my crotch. Discreetly, of course!
"That settles it," came the words again, "now back to sleep." I
watched across the aisle as the redheaded marine put his glasses
back on his head, folded his arms over his chest, and appeared to
go back to sleep. I snuck a peak at the well-packed crotch. The
stud's legs were tight together, so I couldn't see it properly. I
wondered to myself, "Can I give thoughts as well as receive
them?" Concentrating, I thought to myself, "Take off your
glasses. You are getting horny. Close your eyes and stroke your
chest." I heard the voice again, "Why am I horny all of a
sudden?" and watched with anticipation as the stud removed his
glasses and then moved his trembling hand over his purple tank
top. He opened his eyes briefly to peek at me, but I turned away
in time so that he didn't see me stare. His eyes closed again, he
moved one hand up under his shirt, then the other. I saw his
hands linger at his nipples and saw him pinch himself. He spread
his legs apart, and I saw a slight bulge emerging in his board
shorts.

"Ignore me, the bus, everyone. Take off your shirt. Rub your
genitals," I thought, concentrating. Without any hesitation, the
marine pulled his tank top from his shorts and off it came,
revealing a untanned rippled abdomen with a hint of red fur, with
a ridge of a black underwear waisband just above the shorts. At
the end of rock-solid pectorals stood two erect nipples. He
pinched them, rolling them around his fingers. I heard him
gasping for breath, and sweat started rolling down his forehead
(I was feeling kinda warm too!!). I watched intently as his hand
moved over his shorts to caress his dick discreetly for a minute,
then moved on to grope his genitals blatantly through the camo
material.

I couldn't believe I had the ability to make this straight stud,
a trained marine, do something he would normally never do in
public. How far could this go? In my mind, I could hear his
struggle to regain control, to stop ignoring where he was and who
was watching. I decided to strike again. "You cannot resist the
urge to feel the naked skin of your cock in your hand," I thought
at him, and I felt the new urge I had implanted wash over his
previous resistance. He slipped his hand under his shorts and
underwear's waistbands to play with his cock. "What's happening
to me?" I could hear a weak part of his will enquire. "I can't do
this in public! But it feels so good."

"Lower your shorts!" I next commanded, and I felt him trying to
gather all his willpower to avoid obeying, but his hands acted on
their own, sliding the camo board shorts down around his knees.
He was wearing grey boxer-briefs with black trim, bulging nicely,
with spots of wetness from pre-cum. The driver gave a look in her
mirror and furrowed her brow, but the next moment she was back at
looking at the road. My eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the
nearly naked straight marine beside me, overpowered by lust. My
own lust made me more daring, and I sent him the thought: "Slide
down your underwear."

Immediately his hands peeled the briefs' waistband down a couple
inches, exposing the top of his red pubes, but then I heard a
mental scream, a powerful but silent "No!", and he managed to
stall obeying the command. "Get a hold of yourself, soldier," he
said to himself, and I felt my control of him slipping away. For
a moment, I feared I had reached the limit of my powers. He was
using his military training to bolster his willpower. An idea
struck me, and I quickly sent his mind the thought: "I said
boxers down, boy!" His mind shifted gears, reacting to someone in
authority giving him an order. The order overrode his willpower,
his own military training betraying him. Soon after, he slipped
his grey briefs down in a flash, but then he held his hands over
his crotch, completely hiding it. "God oh god," I heard in his
mind, "I'm naked in a bus..." My cock was rock hard, struggling
to bust the buttons of my 501s, and while I stared at the exposed
marine at my side, my own hands trailed absent-mindedly over my
chest, circling my own erect nipples. "You're completely
comfortable being nude," I sent to his mind, "as if you were in a
locker room." After some hesitation, he crossed his arms, giving
me a most scrumptious view of a thick, long (about 6-1/2 inches,
I would guess) alabaster white cock, cut, sprouting from a sparse
batch of orange pubes. "The urge to masturbate overpowers you," I
thought, focusing my thoughts towards the marine stud. "You
cannot think of anything but your horniness." One of his freckled
hands started to pump away at his cock while the other caressed
his chest. He blushed with shame as his cock grew hard in his
jerking hand, but he couldn't stop himself. He was naked, erect
and jerking off on a public bus, completely exposed to me, and he
couldn't do anything but satisfy his lust. It was so hot to have
this straight soldier give me such a show. I was close to cumming
in my jeans right there.

Suddenly I felt the bus slowing, and pulling over to the side. I
quickly focussed my thoughts on the marine: "Stop masturbating.
Make yourself presentable and close your eyes." I heard the
shorts come up -- peaking out at across the aisle, I noticed
there could be no mistaking the rock-hard cock even under the
thick shorts. I watched with a mixture of dread and anticipation
as the bus slowed and another passenger boarded. "Jackpot!!" I
thought, as a cute young twink, toting rollerblades, got on the
bus. He was dressed in black lycra bike shorts and a polo shirt
thinly striped in red and grey, loose across his young frame. He
had brown wavy hair and long lashes. Smiling to myself, I looked
at the back of the bus-driver's head, and, concentrating,
thought, "Drive somewhere secluded." I was rewarded by the bus
making a U-turn, much to the consternation of the kid who had
just boarded. I could see a look of puzzlement in his face as he
gave the now stone-faced driver his fare, but presently he
shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the back of the bus,
where I sat. I then listened for the twink's thoughts, and they
came through loud and clear! "Wonder where this bus is going...
not that it matters, I'm just here to cool off. God it's hot
outside, I'll sit in the back, maybe take a snooze. Not many
people, why is that shirtless redhead sweating so much?"

I proceeded to test my powers on the dude. "Lift your shirt up,"
I mentally commanded him. As he approached our row of seats, the
young man grabbed the bottom of his polo with his two fists and
raised it up to his pecs. His lycra shorts came up to his belly
button, so only the middle third of his chest was exposed. I
heard him silently gasp. "Holy shit the redhead has a hardon.
it's gonna burst through his board shorts he must be having a wet
dream he's asleep. I have to give the guy some respect and look
away. What? That guy in jeans looks like he's got a hard on, too.
What the fuck is going on?" The youngster let go of his shirt. I
nodded to him as he passed me. We glanced at each other. He took
the seat behind me then looked out the window.

I looked at the marine stud across the aisle, cock pulsing
beneath his board shorts, breath coming in short spurts. Closing
my eyes again, I thought, "Introduce yourself to the rollerblader
across the aisle, and ignore me." Concentrating on the
rollerblader, I thought, "Ignore me." I now watched as the marine
stood up, chest bare and erect cock plain beneath his camo board
shorts. The rollerblader almost popped his eyes. I also stood up,
moving where I could better see the action. I could hear the
rollerblader's thoughts: "Holy shit, the shirtless dude got up.
How can he not know his cock is tenting his fuckin' shorts? God
this is making me uncomfortable! Ohmygod he's gonna sit down next
to me!" Sure enough, the marine took the seat next to the
rollerblader.

"Howzit goin'?" asked the marine. "My name's Lance. I'm a marine,
but I'm on leave and I decided to check out the beaches over
here. Can you tell me which beach has the hottest women?"

"Uh--m, uh, sure. And, um, well, ah, my name is, um Scotty"
stammered the rollerblader, extending his hand for a shake. I
felt the relief in his mind when Lance mentioned women. "I would
avoid Long Beach," the youngster said. "It's full of tourists.
Brighton Beach is close to the college, so there's a lot of fine
student chicks there."

It was time for some action. "Scotty," I thought at the
rollerblader, "you want to go to Brighton Beach with Lance. But
you don't have any sunscreen. You'd like for you and Lance to
apply suncreen to each other's chest and back." There was a
moment of awkward silence, as Scotty gathered his courage. When
Lance made as if to go back to his seat, Scotty asked: "Hey, I
could go to Brighton Beach with you. I've nothing to do for the
next three hours. Would that be cool?" Lance was surprised, and
sat back next to Scotty, considering the young man's offer. "I
guess he'd be nice to have company," he said. "But the minute
women are around, you have to split. Deal?" "Deal," said Scotty,
smiling. "Hey, do you have sunscreen? We should put some on, the
sun's burning."

Lance retrieved his backpack from his old seat, extracting a
small bottle of sunscreen. "I have enough for us both," Lance
said. "Did you want to wait till the beach or put some on right
now?" Scotty hesitated. A little push from me made him answer: "I
guess right now. I don't know what weird way this bus is taking
to the beach, but it's close anyway." Lance squeeze some lotion
in his hand and then gave the bottle to Scotty, who was taking
off his polo. The rollerblader was thin but toned, although
without clearly delineated muscles. His two tiny nipples and
outie belly button seemed lost on his smooth torso, a sparse
treasure trail the only sign of hair.

"Touching your bare skin arouses you," I suggested to my two
targets as they started to rub lotion on their naked chests. I
heard the occasional sigh, then they both started to breathe
deeper. Their hands moved considerably slower over their bare
skin; sometimes their eyes closed briefly, sometimes they let
escape a moan. Lance's erection went back to full-mast, and
Scotty's lycra-covered crotch was expanding. "What am I doing?"
the youngster thought. "God I am horny! Shit, I'm getting a
boner, no way to hide this in those shorts." When they were
finished with their fronts, there was a pause, during which
Scotty contorted his body to try to hide the bulge in his cycling
shorts.

"I guess we could do each other's backs..." he said
unconvincingly. Lance frowned, but then he shrugged. "I guess."
He turned his back to Scotty, who thought: "Good, this way he
can't see my hardon and I can try to get rid of it." He squeezed
some lotion in his hands, and started to rub it on Lance's back.

I was totally out of their thoughts, as I had suggested to them.
They acted as if I didn't exist even though I was standing right
in front of them, staring at their shirtless bodies. "Scotty's
touch on your skin pleasures you sexually," I suggested to Lance.
"His hands radiate a warmth that extends to your cock, making it
quiver." Lance squirmed in his seat, and started to sweat again.
He started to squeeze and unsqueeze his thighs together,
stimulating his genitals. "Your turn," said Scotty, throwing the
bottle on Lance's thighs and turning his back to the marine.

I sent Scotty the same suggestion I had given Lance. I watched
the shirtless marine compose himself. He squeezed some lotion
directly on Scotty's back and started to spread it over. The
moment his hands touched Scotty, the rollerblader started to
tremble. As the marine massaged lotion on his back, the
youngster's breathing was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. I
could hear him thinking, "Ohmanohmanohmanohman... GOD! this feels
great. Shit my cock is getting hard again, what is Lance gonna
say?" By the time Lance was finished, a thick bulge in his lycra
shorts ran across one of his legs. They each did their own legs,
and with the earlier suggestion, it kept them both aroused. They
had turned at an angle from each other, each trying to hide his
horniness to the other.

The situation was stretching those two straight men's perception
of reality, yet still it made sense to them: they were two men
who got acquainted on a bus, decided to go together to the beach,
and put on sunscreen. The bus was taking a strange route, and
they were getting aroused by things that usually didn't arouse
them, but all that was within the realm of the possible, if
unprobable. Even Lance's earlier exposure and masturbation could
be explained by an uncontrollable urge, brought on by the lack of
sex while on duty. If this were to go any further, though, they
would have to behave in ways that were not only improbable, but
impossible to them given their personality. I had no idea if my
powers would be able to make them cross that threshold, but I was
so turned on by the whole spectacle that I could not resist
pushing for more. I figured that trying to make them act
completely contrary to their personality would be extremely
difficult, so I thought that altering how they perceived reality,
while maintaining their personality, would be easier. Besides, I
enjoyed the whole clueless aspect of their actions.

As they finished applying lotion to their legs and feet, I
mentally planted the following ideas in their minds: "Brighton
Beach is a nude beach. Even if normally you would never consider
being nude at a beach, you cannot stop thinking of all the young
nude female students parading on that beach. The only way to
feast your eyes on them is to be nude too. Nobody there will be
shocked by your nudity, since they'll all be nude too. So you
must put on sunscreen to the rest of your bodies, because you
don't want to get a sunburn in your private parts. You want to do
that right away. Even if you're on a bus, it's empty and the
driver never looks at what's going on inside. Even if you're
strangers, showing yourselves naked to each other doesn't bother
you because you're both straight and you'll both have to be nude
on the beach anyway." It was a lot to force into those two minds,
and I proceeded slowly, repeating each idea until I heard their
thoughts had assimilated it. They stayed motionless during the
whole process, their eyes vacant, all their attention focused on
those new thoughts. When I was done, they took some time to
re-awaken, and I could sense that although the new thoughts had
become part of their reality, they were nervous in anticipation
of what they now felt they had to do.

"I just remembered that Brighton Beach is a nude beach," said
Lance, fidgetting. "Is that true?" Scotty tried not to look Lance
in the eyes while he answered: "Yeah... It is... I just thought
about that. I really don't like the idea of showing my junk in
public, I'm so not an exhibitionist, but I can't stop thinking of
all these college girls walking around nude. Today is such a nice
day, I'm sure the beach is gonna be full of them. It that's the
price to pay, I guess..." Lance's eyes brightened: "Hey, even if
I'm in the army, I don't expose myself more than necessary, you
know. Going to a nude beach is something I'd never thought I'd
do, but I've been bunked up with guys only for such a while, I
really need to see lots of naked college girls." They laughed,
trying to hide how uncomfortable they were. After a slight pause,
Lance said: "We'll have to put sunblock on our... private parts
too, I guess. If we're going to help each other out doing that, I
think I prefer we take care of it right now, in an empty bus with
a driver who minds her own business, and not on the beach. If the
girls see us touch each other, they might get the wrong idea."
Scotty did not respond right away. I could sense that he really
was shy about his body, and that it was a real struggle for him.
"You feel a strong connection with Lance," I insinuated into his
mind. "As if you had been best friends all your life. His
presence comforts you, calms you, and it gives you the nerves to
do things you'd never do." Scotty took a deep breath, then stood
up. "All right," he said, "let's do this. I'll do you first, if
you don't mind. You're a soldier, you're supposed to be the brave
one." Lance stood up and turned his back to the rollerblader.
"Let's get this over with then."

Lance detached his cargo board shorts and lowered them to his
knees, then snatched his grey boxerbriefs by the waistband,
paused a moment, and exposed his butt. He pushed his underwear
down to his knees too, then stood straight. I took in the sight
of his bare backside. His butt had nice dimples on each side, the
muscles there made firmer through physical training, I imagined.
There was some ginger peach fuzz near his crack and over the
bottom crease, but aside from that his backside was completely
smooth. As Scotty squatted behind the marine, squirting some
lotion in his hands, I suggested to him: "You find Lance's body
beautiful, the type of body you wish you'd have yourself. Your
admiration for it somehow makes you desire it sexually, and
touching it makes you horny." Scott's hands started to tremble as
he rubbed them all over the back of Lance's thighs, then up his
sides, then onto the cheeks proper. Lance grunted and moaned,
affected by earlier suggestions. Scott sighed, then moved his
thumbs inside Lance's butt crack, massaging every millimeter of
nether skin, spreading the cheeks wide and exposing Lance's anus.
By the time he stopped, both men were trembling and sweating, and
their thoughts were only sensual, wordless ones. After a moment,
Lance turned around, his hands trying to hide a too obvious
erection, and said: "OK, I'll do you now." Scotty kept staring at
Lance's crotch, which was an inch from his face. "The dude got
hard from this... I did too... He has such a nice, muscular
body... I never thought of another man's body that way, but I so
wish mine was like this." The rollerblader stood up and turned
his back to Lance. "I guess it's just normal instinctive
reactions," I heard him think. "Throwing boners like that just by
touching each other, even though we're two dudes. The only thing
to do is not to talk about it."

Lance squatted behind the young man. "You feel a strong
connection with Scotty," I insinuated in turn into his mind. "As
if he was your younger brother. You want to impress him with your
courage, calm him by hiding your fear when doing things you'd
never do. You find Scotty's body beautiful, because your own body
overpowers his. You desire to protect it, take control of it, a
desire growing more and more sexual, the sight and the touch of
Scotty's skin making you horny." Lance became impatient. "Drop
those shorts, we don't have all day," he said. Scotty obliged by
lowering his lycra shorts to just underneath his butt. He didn't
wear any underwear, so his tight young ass was completely exposed
to Lance. At that sight, Lance grew visibly excited, and losing
control for a moment, he grabbed Scott's shorts and pulled them
strongly down the youngster's legs to his ankles. Scotty didn't
seem to mind, he was trembling all over and swallowing a lot. I
saw sweat dripping off his chin, and his nipples were erect. He
stood up straight and spread his legs more, his hands over his
crotch and his back arched. He had a blue and red tattoo over his
left shoulder blade. His butt was snug and compact, with fuzz
close to the crack and down his inner thighs. His tan lines
surrounded the exact region where his biking shorts had been, the
whole region a pinkish white, never having seen the sun. I saw
Lance's eyes brighten as he stared at the rollerblader's lower
backside. He clumsily squirted lotion in his palms and then his
hands were all over the pale skin, massaging it in Scotty's two
milky white bun cheeks and the legs area below. He then put some
lotion on the tip of his fingers, and inserted them inside
Scotty's crack, sliding up and down each side. At this point, the
youngster had his eyes almost closed, and was mumbling "Mmmmm". I
could hear his thoughts: "God, his touch on my ass feels so good.
I am so hard now" -- I moved so I could see what seemed like an
impressively sized cock he was failing to hide with his hands. I
heard him think: "God, rub my ass, oh yeah, stroke it."

When Lance finally stopped rubbing Scotty's butt and legs, both
men were panting and shining with sweat. "What's happening to
me," I heard in Lance's mind. "I'm butt naked with a butt naked
dude, and I get turned on by rubbing lotion on his ass! From the
looks of it, he gets turned on too. I can't believe the driver's
not noticing any of this. We're lucky no one else is getting on
the bus." Scotty turned around. His hands, covering as much of
his erection as he could, brushed against Lance's face. The
rollerblader said: "Since you still have lotion on your hands and
you have the bottle, would you mind doing my front?" As I probed
the yougnster's mind, I realized that he was slightly addicted to
the way Lance's hands made him feel, enough to ask a perfect
stranger, to whom he would not normally be attracted, to touch
the most private parts of his body. It was a miracle I was able
to keep myself from cumming right then and there. I stripped from
my clothes, leaned back against a seat, and jerked myself off
openly, careful not to get too near the edge. The two performers
in my fantasy entertainment were completely unaware of their
audience of one, even though they were less than a yard away from
him.

I had missed part of the action though, but it seemed that Lance
had agreed to rub Scotty's front because there he was, massaging
the youngster's upper thigh, his thumbs very close to the
throbbing erect cock beneath Scotty's hands. I scanned their
minds and Scotty's was awash in the sensual pleasure I had made
him feel at Lance's touch, and Lance's was filled with the sexual
enjoyment at seeing and touching Scotty's naked body. Despite all
this, they had no doubt they were still both straight, and even
if they found it a bit weird, they accepted that it was possible
for two straight men to meet on a bus, decide to go to a nude
beach, stripping naked to rub sunblock lotion all over each other
before arriving at the beach, and being turned on by the whole
process. Still, despite all my suggestions to date, each young
man was reluctant to let the other see his erection,
subconsciously ashamed of their arousal, the way they would feel
if sprouting a boner in the locker room showers. So Lance stopped
short of touching Scotty's genitalia, and although he let the
rollerblader do his front, which he could have done himself, he
too covered his hard-on with his hands the whole time. When
Scotty finished lotioning all of Lance's front except for his
dick and balls, he stood up. The two men naturally moved back to
back. They were panting once more, still sweaty, and so aroused
their hands were caressing every part of their own bodies. Soon,
they were jerking off, neither one seeing the other, each in his
own private space. Each was aware of what the other was doing,
and of the fact that the other knew about what he himself was
doing, and both were deeply embarassed about it, yet unable to
control their lust. After a minute or two, however, their arousal
waned. Lance started pulling his boxerbriefs back on. Once again,
we were on a threshold. Although what these two straight young
men had done, they never would have done had I not rearranged
their perceptions slightly, in their minds they had done nothing
overly sexual with each other. They believed their arousal was
incidental, some instinctive reaction unrelated to their true
sexual identity. But after all this foreplay, I was ready for
some real action. But how to justify it to their minds so their
natural defenses wouldn't get in the way? I had a sudden idea.

Scotty had slid his biker shorts back on, and Lance his
boxerbriefs, the marine now pulling up his board shorts. "You
don't want to get dressed right now," I pushed into their minds.
Lance let his shorts fall back down, and Scotty let his shirt
drop back to the floor. "You both want to go to the nude beach
more than ever, the thought of these college girls walking in the
sand completely naked drives you insane. But with the way you
each got hot and bothered just by touching another naked man,
something that would normally repulse you sexually, you are now
terrified that in the presence of normal straight sexual
stimulation, like naked women, you won't be able to control your
urges. At best, you'll walk around with boners oozing pre-cum,
the women mocking you; you might even start to jerk off despite
yourselves, unable to control your urges; at worst, you can
attack and even rape a woman, and the guilt would ruin the rest
of your life." I made sure that going to the nude beach felt so
compelling, and the fear of losing sexual control so terrifying,
that these nice young men would be completely torn between the
two scenarios. I was then ready for the master move: "The only
way you can keep your cool on the nude beach is to get all the
sex out of your system before getting there. To do that, you must
help each other out. Instead of repressing those weird sexual
feelings you had for each other, you must take advantage of them,
really let them loose. Doing that will rid you of your excess
sexual urges, and you'll be cool as cucumbers when you get to the
beach. Because you both know that the ultimate goal is to get
laid with some gorgeous college girls, you won't feel any
embarassment behaving in a sexual way with each other. You'll
feel comfortable enough to really let yourselves loose." It was a
hard sell, and I met a lot of resistance from each of them. This
was a shy young student and a disciplined marine, each of them
completely straight to the core, who had to believe that having
sex together was absolutely necessary. Eventually, I was able to
sneak past their strongest inhibitions, I guess because I was
getting better at controlling those powers and they had no clue
their minds were invaded. I was exhausted and sat sideways on a
seat, watching as the half-naked men I had enslaved became
conscious again, their eyes no longer glazed, their minds abuzz
with all those new thoughts I had filled them with.

They both sat and stayed silent for a little while. Then Lance
said: "I have a confession to make. While we were putting on
lotion on each other, I got kind of... kind of turned on by the
whole thing... even though I'm totally straight... I think it's
because I haven't have sex in six months and I've only been
around guys during that time..." Scotty sighed, looking relieved.
"It happened to me too! I mean the getting turned on... And I'm
completely straight for sure... I'm not a virgin, but I have
trouble meeting girls, I'm too nervous around them... Not a lot
of sex for me either, and I guess that's why... I mean why I got
a bit excited when we... touched each other." Lance furrowed his
brow. "There's no way I'm able to go to that nude beach like
this. I'll make a complete fool of myself the moment I see boob
skin." "Same thing here," said Scotty, "but I have a crazy idea:
why not get it out of our system before we get there?" Lance
looked at him with sudden interest. "You mean," he said, "let
ourselves loose on each other, right here and now? I was thinking
the same thing." Then it happened: I felt that their minds let go
of all their guilt and shame and inhibitions all at once, and all
the tension in their faces and bodies vanished. I reinforced all
my previous suggestions about how comfortable they felt together,
how sensitive they were to each other's touch, and how they were
turned on by each other's body.

Lance started to clumsily stroke Scotty's bare chest with one
hand. Scotty slid closer to him, put his arm around the back of
Lance's neck, and started to play around with Lance's nipples
with the fingers of his free hand. "I can't believe what I'm
doing, but it sure feels good," whispered Lance, more confident
in his caressing the rollerblader's pecs and abs. He moved his
hand down from Scotty's belly button and over the bulge in
Scotty's shorts. "It's a shame it's covered up by the lycra
again," he said. "I have to say again at this point that I'm 100%
heterosexual. But heck, we said we had to let loose" and with
this Lance gripped Scott's shorts with both hands and slid them
completely off. He took off the rollerblader's sandals leaving
Scotty completely naked, his semi-hard cock lying on one thigh.
"Oh God," Scotty was thinking, "I'm stark naked on a bus and the
only thing on my mind is that I want this dude to put his hands
back on me. I really need to get this all out of my system." He
stopped Lance as the marine was getting back to his seat. "Wait,"
he said. "It doesn't seem fair I'm buck naked and you're not,
does it?" Lance did not answer, but he kept still while the
rollerblader pulled down his boxerbriefs, exposing completely for
the first time his rock hard dick. It startled Scotty for a
moment, and he could not get his eyes off the marine's huge cock
poking almost straight up from his ginger pubes. Lance took over,
sitting down and getting rid of his sneakers, half-socks, board
shorts and boxerbriefs in succession. The marine and the
rollerblader were now both completely exposed to me and to each
other, sitting one beside the other. For a moment, they just laid
there, stretched over their seats, Lance propped on his elbows,
Scotty's hands under his head. The student was staring straight
at Lance's cock which, steel-rigid, pointed straight up, and
Scotty's own dick started to float up from his thigh and
gradually became thicker, longer and stiffer until he was fully
hard, his cock going up but curving slightly towards his chest. I
took a moment to let sink in that it was because of me that these
two straight guys were completely nude and hard before me,
unaware that the only reason that were going through these
humiliating situations was that I, a perfect stranger, was
getting off on it.

Lance looked for the bottle of sunblock and squirted some lotion
on his hands. "There's still one zone to protect, unless you want
your dick to burn," he said, kneeling at the rollerblader's feet.
"I sure as hell wouldn't want that," said Scotty. He gasped as
soon as Lance's hand wrapped around his hard-on. "That lotion
feels great... Nice and cool..." He closed his eyes as the marine
stroked his pole all the way up, then all the way down, making
sure it was all covered in sunblock, then continued with long,
slow strokes as the student started to moan softly. Drops of
pre-cum came out and rolled down the penis' head, until Lance's
hand caught them and mixed them up with the lotion. "Don't forget
my balls," said Scotty drowsily, and Lance squirted some lotion
in his palm and wrapped his hand around the student's ball sack,
fondling it through his fingers, while Scotty fidgetted and
repeatedly gasped.

"My turn, I guess," suddenly said Scotty, his eyes now wide open.
They exchanged position, and he covered the marines balls and
hard cock with lotion, then started to jerk him off, three times
faster than his own cock had been stroked. Lance seemed to melt
inside his hand, trembling, squirming and twisting, letting out
loud moans. "That's it, boy," he said, "stroke my huge hard cock,
yeah, feels so good..." Not so long later, he whispered: "Stop,
dude, or I'll cum now." The rollerblader let go of Lance's dick,
rubbed his thighs a few times, and sat back next to the marine.
"That was close," Lance said. "Why don't you kneel on the bus
seat and point your feet towards the aisle? I think that'll make
things easiest," suggested Lance, as Scotty willingly complied.

The rollerblader was now on all fours, his white ass and upper
legs facing Lance, his butt up and cracked open, his balls
loosely sagging between his thighs. He twisted his face and body
towards the marine, his hard dick pointing directly at me. "This
feels great, dude," he said with a smile, as he pulled Lance up
to his lips for a kiss that left the two weak in the knees and
shaking. As they kissed, I saw Lance's hands kneading Scotty's
cheeks, then stroking the deep cleft between them. "Oh yeah,"
Scott purred. "Stroke my ass."

"Where was I going with this?" I heard Lance thinking as he
fondled the student's butt with one hand while jerking off with
the other. "I got a dude's asshole almost in my face, shouldn't
it be disgusting? The pale skin, the dark fuzz in the crack and
on the legs, the red ballsack just sagging there, I'm completely
turned on by it, by having this weakling of a student on all
fours in front of me. This is serious, I must purge it out of my
system." He started to kiss the student's white butt cheeks, then
licking the hanging ball sack, then sucking the balls, one at a
time. The rollerblader twitched and gasped with absolute delight,
these already sensitive zones now ultra-sensitive because of my
suggestions. God this was a hot scene. I put both hands around
the base, and squeezing them together, brought them up along my
pole, shuddering from the intensity of the feeling. Lance just
needed a little push. I focused on his mind and thought: "Between
Scotty's ass cheeks lies the most private part of a man's body.
You want to invade it, to conquer it, in any way possible. This
kind of power over another man can send you in a sexual frenzy."
The marine reacted right away, licking his fingers and playing
around the rollerblader's anus. He then slid one finger in
Scotty's asshole, making the student squirm around frantically.
Two fingers. Three fingers. He then put his tongue at the bottom
of Scotty's crack and licked him all over between the cheeks. His
tongue then played around the rollerblader's anus, then
penetrated it. Scotty was out of control, contorting his body,
shivering with pleasure, grunting like an animal, screaming
"that's it, eat my manhole, soldier, I'm all yours, your tongue
feels so fucking great in my ass I want it there forever, I'll do
whatever you want if you just keep my butt in ecstasy like that."
The scene would have been hot between two gay men, but between
two straight men, it was freakishly hot. Since they were unaware
of my presence, I decided to look at my two improvised porn stars
a little more closely. I squatted next to Lance, and with a quick
mental command, made him let go of it so I could see better. It
was thick, close to two inches in diameter, and extended straight
as a lead pipe for eight inches, with a nice circumsized mushroom
head. Drops of pre-cum dangled briefly from its gaping piss-slit
before they dripped to the ground. With another mental command,
Lance let go of Scott's cock which he had been stroking while his
face was busy in the youngster's ass, and resumed stroking his
own cock instead. Scott's cock was thin but long, close to ten
inches although it was hard to say because of the slight curve,
but definitely longer than mine. It was leaking pre-cum
copiously, and kept twitching even if nothing touched it. I stood
up again, and watched Scott kneeled on the bus seat, his ass
hanging over the aisle, Lance's face pressed to Scotty's crack,
licking and nipping around Scott's hole, and I listened to the
series of moans, growls, and shimmies from Scott. Ecstasy was all
over his face as he murmured, "Oh yeah, eat my ass. Stick that
tongue up, unngh, yeah, oh God yes, lick me out slurp away, oh
God this is so soooo, God, yes lick my ass, unh unggh Yea Oh my
God yes lick me stroke me. I wanna feel your tongue in me. Fill
me up. Yes yes yes oh my oh god." This pushed me over the edge. I
had a fantastic orgasm, but my jism ended up all over Lance's
face and Scott's butt. They stopped what they were doing right
away and looked up, confused. "Is that cum on my butt?" asked
Scotty. "I think so," said Lance, "it's all over my face. Where
the hell did it come from?" I needed to deal with this right away
before this crack in their carefully constructed reality spread
any further. I focused on their minds and sent them these
suggestions: "Lance, lick the cum on Scott's butt. Then Scott,
lick the cum on Lance's face. It will taste like honey. Once the
cum is gone, you will forget it ever was there." I was surprised
at how little resistance I met. Lance just slurped away my warm
cum, then the two men stood face to face and Scott licked Lance's
face clean. By probing their minds, I saw not a single trace of a
memory about the cum.

They stood facing each other, their hard cocks pointed forward,
then they pressed their hard bodies together as they explored
each other with their hands. They grew increasingly turned out by
the sight of each other naked, and by the feeling of the other's
skin on their own. They found each other's nipples, which they
were pinching and licking and sucking with abandonment. Then they
were all over each other with their hands, their mouths, their
tongues, from top to bottom, front and back, as if every inch of
the other's skin was a new delight to savor. They also took
pleasure in rubbing their throbbing hard-ons everywhere on the
other's skin, and since both were leaking pre-cum, they became
spotted with shiny patches of jizz. Then as the rollerblader was
exploring the marine's legs with his hands and tongue, his head
bumped a few times against Lance's thick and reddened cock, and
without a second thought, Scotty put it in his mouth. Lance
tensed and arched his back, letting the wet, warm ecstasy spread
from his cock to his entire body. "Did I just put a hard cock in
my mouth?" Scotty thought, slightly alarmed. "And the salty taste
in my mouth, is that cum? Oh God, I'm sucking another dude's
penis. Am I so sex-deprived that I'm actually enjoying this? He
has such a beautiful body, just muscular enough, strong, and I
wish I'd be strong like him. And this cock is so big, I can't fit
it all in my mouth. Geez, he's really leaking pre-cum. I'm so
turned on by having this strong marine in my hand, in my mouth,
knowing he's enjoying what I'm doing to him." He suddenly
snatched Lance's butt cheeks with both hands, pushing the
marine's cock as far in his mouth as it could go. He sucked on
it, while his tongue moved frantically all over it, and he felt
Lance's muscular buttocks tense and his whole body shiver in
pleasure. It was as if he was drinking the marine's strength, and
his whole body filled with sexual energy. Lance got very close to
losing it, and he pushed Scotty away forcefully. The student
ended up sprawled on his back on the bus' ground, still savoring
the taste of pre-cum in his mouth, already feeling the effects of
withdrawal. "What's wrong with me," Lance thought, "the poor guy
is all over the floor. Having my cock sucked, even by a dude,
felt so good, too good in fact. There's also the fact that he was
kneeling at my feet, servicing me, and I could shove him without
him protesting. This turns me on so much. I still haven't gotten
everything out of my system." Meanwhile, Scott crawled to the
seat directly in front of Lance, and climbed on it on all fours.
He was stroking himself furiously, and he dangled his pale ass up
at Lance. "I want you in my ass," he suddenly gasped. A grin lit
up on Lance's face as he placed a single finger right at Scott's
ass opening. Scott backed up, his hole puckering as he pleaded,
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me." Lance slowly inserted his finger, then
two more, into Scott's hole as Scott writhed about in delirious
ecstasy. "Oh God yes, fuck me split me apart I want to feel your
stength in me." Lance pushed in past two joints, then up to his
knuckles as he probed the inner reaches of Scott's ass. Scott
reached back and started fondling Lance's rock hard flushed tower
of power and his heavy red-fuzz-covered balls. Presently, Scott
grabbed the fat cock and aimed it right at his hole. Taking the
hint, Lance removed his fingers with a squelchy slurpy noise,
coated his cock with the liquid thereon, and aimed his love arrow
at Scott's winking, pulsing hole. Lance ever so slowly eased his
throbbing dick into Scott's ass, stopping after every inch to let
Scott's ass accommodate him. Soon, he was in up to the hilt, and
started a gentle rocking motion that shook Scott's body to its
core. Scott whimpered out, "Oh GOD yes fuck me with your dick oh
yes oh yes oh yes right there, God you feel so great, split me in
two with your cock I love it I love you fuck me fuck me hard."
Lance slowly eased his throbbing near-the-edge cock out of
Scott's ass, then quickly plunged back into the hot steamy hole,
pushing Scott's head against the side of the bus. Scott raised
his head, and circled it around, moaning from the special feeling
centered in his gut. Lance's dick had found his prostate, just as
his fingers had, and his cock responded, arching high and hard
onto his stomach. "Oh God yes, there it is, Fuck me with that
cock, stick it in me, do me harder harder faster, let me feel
it." Now Scott started rocking his body back and forth, forcing
Lance to speed up the fucking. I watched raptly as I saw Lance's
balls pull up into his body, his fingers grasping Scott's back,
muscles standing out, nipples erect, as he let out a shuddering
moan, and I saw and heard his cock pump load after load into
Scott's quaking ass. Scott tensed and straightened, his cock hard
against his stomach shot wad after wad of stringy white sperm
through the air, splattering against the bus window and dribbling
down onto the seat. After seven or eight spurts, he collapsed
back onto his hands and knees, rocking slowly back and forth, his
cock throbbing, then Lance collapsed on top of Scott, kissing his
back. I came into the fulll realisation that I had made two
straight men who didn't know each other have wild sex together
just for my enjoyment. "Start licking all of your cum until there
is no trace of it." The two exhausted young men clambered away
from each other. "Look at this mess we made!" said Scotty. "We
have to clean this right away." He started to lick his cum off
the seat and the window, while Lance crawled behind him to lick
the cum in the student's butt cheeks. Then they licked all the
patches of cum on each other's body. Finally they fell back on
their seats, completely wiped. Eventually, they found the
strength to get dressed again, their natural inhibitions coming
back to them. "Lance, get back to the seat you took when you got
in. You will now both forget everything that happened on this
bus, except for getting to your seats." I awoke the driver from
her trance, and she drove the bus back to its usual route. Scotty
started to listen to his iPod, and Lance put back his sunglasses
and tried to return to sleep. A quick scan assured me that they
had no memory of what happened, or of even having met. I got off
the bus at the next stop, feeling flushed with power. I had
broken them, and I felt a rush of power. "Stand up at attention
facing the front of the bus," I mentally commanded. The two
exhausted young men immediately clambered around until they stood
in front of me, their cocks at half-mast, hands behind their
backs. They were still looking past me as if I was invisible.
"You cannot move your arms and legs." I continued. "You are now
aware of my presence, and that I've always been here this whole
time." The marine and the rollerblader looked completely shocked
to see me, and as they realized that I had seen everything they
had done, they were completely humiliated. "What's happening?"
asked Lance, starting to get angry. "I'd never have done what I
did if I knew you were watching the whole time, but somehow I
knew and did it anyway..." Scotty blushed and said: "Never mind
that, why are we both standing like that, buck naked in front of
that guy? Shouldn't we try to put some clothes on?" I kept
silent, but sent them mental instructions: "You will now be able
to move, but you'll immediately resumed their position in front
of me. I moved towards them, and sent them the suggestion: "The
touch of my skin on yours will feel intensely sexual and
overwhelming." When I moved my hands toward them, they shook
their heads. "Hey dude, no touching!" Lance said: "Get your hand
away from me you pervert." Yet, the moment they felt my palm on
their pecs, they started to tremble and moan. They both moved
their head back and closed their eyes, as I finally could enjoy
the fruits of my victory. I felt the whole of their chests and by
the time I was finished, their cocks had both grown rock hard and
pointing forward. With a mental command, I had them turn around,
and explored with my hands what my eyes had been feasting on. I
fingered their holes and sensed them awash with sensual pleasure.
"You are now completely addicted to my touch. You'll do anything
to feel my touch on your bodies as often as possible. You cannot
harm me or think about harming me in any way. You call me Sir.
Otherwise, I now release you from my previous meddlings in your
minds." Their first reaction was to grab their clothes on the
floor and each crawl back on a window seat, sitting in a foetal
position and covering themselves as they could. What the fuck
just happened! What the fuck did I do? They were all confused,
but then they remembered my touch. Scotty was the first to ask:
"Sir, what can I do so you will touch me again?". I suddenly came
with extraordinary force, cum shooting over my seat and landing
on Scott's back, where Lance promptly licked it up. I collapsed
back into my seat, thoroughly spent. That's when I felt a
familiar tingle in my nose. I looked out the window. Holy Shit!
The bus driver had found a secluded spot all right. It was a
kennel in the middle of the woods. I looked through the fence.
Dogs. Shepherds. Mutts. Spaniels. Dalmatians. I felt a sneeze
building. Building. I tried to stop it. But it was coming, coming
just as assuredly as I had just come. This sneeze could not be
avoided, just as my orgasm would not be denied. I breathed in
shortly. Another snort. Then an explosive sneeze.

It was deathly quiet on the bus. I heard Lance say, "What the
fuck...?" and realized my hold on him and Scott, and the bus
driver was ebbing. Lance pulled his cock out of Scott's ass with
an obscene `plop'. "Who are you?" he asked Scott, who's cock
stood straight out from his body. "The last thing I remember
was.....YOU!" He turned to me, and I swallowed. "You made me do
this..." Angrily, he grabbed me by the shirt, and backhanded me
across the face. "Don't you EVER do that again. If I were HIV+, I
could've given this stud here HIV. Don't let ME kill someone
because of your sick," here I got backhanded across the face
again, "need to control people." He grabbed me and threw me to
the floor of the bus. As I lay there, pondering his words, I
heard him gently asking Scott, "You okay man? Did I hurt you?"

"Hell no," Scott replied with a grin. "I'm more turned on than
I've been in my life. God that was fantastic. You know how to
treat an ass. But it does leave me with a hard problem," he said,
giving his hard cock a stroke or two. "What's say we pop this bus
and find a place in the woods?" Lance had retrieved his clothes
and slid them on.

"Lead on," said Lance, as they stepped over me and out of the
bus, kicking my face as they left. I moaned.

Presently the bus driver walked back to my prone form. "You okay
buddy? I don't have the foggiest notion of where we are or how we
got here, but I can take you where you want to go."

"To the doctor's," I said. I felt a sneeze coming on. I popped
another pill.

* * *

"That's how I got these bruises, doc." I winced as he applied
some betadine. "Any permanent damage?" I asked nervously.

"Oh no, you'll be good as new after a few days. No teeth loose,
no broken bones." Then I heard him think, "God what a body on
this stud. What I wouldn't give to blow him!" I looked at the
doctor's crotch and saw a mouth-watering bulge. I felt a familiar
tingle in my tent....

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