1 comments/ 29292 views/ 14 favorites Results Not Typical Ch. 01 By: rathma12 When he strode into the control room, he was frowning. He wasn't really frowning—it was more the natural set of his face than the expression of any particular disapproval—but upon seeing the frown, the techs straightened up, swiftly busying themselves at their consoles, desperate to ensure that they were not the object of his ire. He didn't really notice. People were always cowering like that whenever he walked into a room; he had accepted it long ago as the natural order of things. "Is everything prepared?" he asked, voice crisp. "Y-yes, Dr. Mahler, of course," stammered the tech on the left. He'd never learned their names. They never lasted long enough for names. He just thought of them as Right and Left, and sometimes there would be a new Right or Left, and what of it? So long as they did their jobs. "The delivery mechanism is primed and in place. Surveillance is fully operational as well," Left said, gesturing at the three large monitors on the front wall of the room. They showed different angles of the same small rectangular room. A bed and a dresser filled one end; a desk and a closet the other, with a door in the middle of the wall on the side. Posters of bands and movies, interspersed with university pennants and the like, plastered the rest of the wall space. A perfectly ordinary dorm room, albeit one with cameras hidden in two corners of the ceiling and the desk. "Good. And the subjects?" "Should be arriving any moment, sir. We've made sure of it." Almost as he spoke, the door opened, and a young man entered. Strong-featured, if not precisely handsome, he looked almost topheavy; his powerful chest and shoulders strained his college-brand shirt and looked enough to overbalance his narrow waist. Many of the pictures on the walls were of him and other, similarly muscular young men wearing wrestlers' spandex and headgear in university colors. Brushing sandy hair back from where it had fallen into his eyes, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Thanks for doing this, Melissa; I know it's against the rules. I can't believe I left my calc book here. I swear I'm not usually this absentminded." Behind him entered a young woman, all long limbs and lean muscle, a serious runner if Mahler had ever seen one. Her dark hair, bound back into a practical ponytail, swung as she shook her head, a sardonic grin on her face. "You're lucky I happen to know that's true, Jake. If I had a nickel for every guy who came into the tutoring center and 'forgot his textbook'...well, let's just say I'd have a lot of ammunition." Taking an elastic hairtie from around her wrist, she hooked it around her fingers to form a makeshift slingshot, and took mock aim at her companion's face. Jake raised his hands in surrender, and then pointed with one to a hefty tome on the desk. "See? No need to bury any coins in my face." She eyed him and the book with equal suspicion, but finally lowered her weapon and sniffed airily. "I suppose we can declare a truce, so long as you promise to actually work on your math homework while I'm here. What was it you needed help with? Differential equations, right?" He nodded emphatically. "Yeah, Professor Swanson's class is seriously kicking my ass. Why does the computer science major even require advanced calc? It's not like differentials come up a lot." She shrugged. "No idea, although that does seem odd. I'm in the engineering program, myself, so I couldn't tell you." Stepping inside and closing the door behind her, she leaned against the wall near the desk as Jake sat down before it, pulling the calculus textbook over in front of him. Seeing this, Right twitched and said, "Subjects A6 and B6 in place, sir," then pushed a button on his console. An emotionless, computerized voice said, "Perimeter established. Ventilation and primary exits sealed. Testing area is now secure." Neither student in the dorm room appeared to notice the subtle shift of the door as it was mechanically sealed shut, or that the air vent in the ceiling had suddenly gone quiet. Mahler nodded to Left. "Good. Initiate Phase One." Left nodded, making several keystrokes on his console, then said, "Agent 739 is primed for delivery." His hand hovered over the Enter key, waiting for the final word. Mahler looked up at the monitors, which showed Subject B6 leaning over her male counterpart's shoulder, pointing at something in the textbook. The desk camera view was filled with their faces. "Go." Right flipped open the cover of a switch on his console, and pressed it. The computerized voice spoke again. "Delivery command received. Initiating release of Agent 739. Trial Six, Phase One, is now underway." Jake's head came up. "Did you just hear...?" Melissa looked over at him. "Hear what?" He shook his head. "I thought I heard something. Like a weird hiss. You didn't hear it?" She raised a dubious eyebrow. "A hiss? No. Why? What kind of hissing?" He shrugged. "I don't know, it was quiet." He paused, and turned around, scanning the apparently empty room. "It was probably nothing. Never mind." That's when he saw it: a strange, almost shimmery haze drifting down from the ceiling vent above them, like the air above pavement on a hot day. "There!" he exclaimed, pointing. "What the hell is that?" Melissa whirled to see what had alarmed him. Standing beside his chair, she was much taller than he was, and when she moved, her head went right into the hazy cloud descending toward them. She gasped and wobbled on her feet. "What the..." Staggering against Jake, she fell to one knee beside his chair, catching herself with one hand on his leg for balance. Before he could more than twitch in surprise, the cloud fell around him, as well. The air before his eyes swam, and without really meaning to, he breathed it in. Almost immediately, he got dizzy, his eyes losing focus. Head spinning, he grabbed onto the desk in front of him, hoping for some kind of stability. Some part of his brain was screaming at him to hold his breath, but he couldn't seem to convey orders from his mind to his body properly, and he kept breathing—panting, really, from fear and adrenaline. His hearing gone and his vision useless, his only sense of Melissa was her grip on his leg. Finally, after what seemed like an hour (but what the clock by his bed said was less than two minutes), the spinning slowed and then stopped. His eyes started to focus again, and he struggled to control his breathing. Focus, he told himself furiously, like he would on the wrestling mats. Get control of yourself. It worked, more or less, and with his newfound capacity to move under his own power, he turned to check on Melissa. She knelt beside him, also breathing heavily, one hand still braced against his thigh. She looked up at him. "What—," she gasped, "the hell—was that?" "I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Some kind of gas leak? You feel okay?" As he spoke, he realized that he did feel okay. Great, actually. As a matter of fact...he looked down, feeling something move against his leg. It wasn't Melissa. Opening her mouth to speak, she froze as his athletic shorts bulged out under her hand where it lay over his thigh, the fingers on the inside. Jake had not realized where, precisely, her hand had fallen, and he found himself growing erect, his cock literally pushing at her hand as it swelled beneath her fingers. "Time to erection, seventy-two seconds post exposure," reported Left. "Subject A6 vital signs good. Arousal indicators are..." he paused, then whistled. "Off the charts, sir. Heart rate climbing, body temperature rising as well. All responses to Agent 739 appear optimal." Mahler nodded briskly, then said, "And Subject B6?" Right's voice sounded. "The same, sir." Melissa's eyes slid down to where her hand lay. I should move my hand, she thought. This is very, very bad. But that tiny, rational corner of her brain did not appear to be in control of things anymore. It watched, mortified, as instead of pulling away, her hand tightened against Jake's inexplicable—but undeniable—erection, rubbing it gently through the thin fabric of his shorts. Jake's breath caught. A little tingle of pleasure went from his groin up his spine at the friction. He had no idea what was happening, and that little voice in his head was screaming at him again that something was wrong, but whatever she was doing, most of him was very sure it was a good thing. Melissa found herself smiling slightly as Jake stiffened further under her hand. There was something gratifying about causing a reaction like that. She stroked him again, enjoying the little tremor that ran through him. Melissa squeezed the steely shaft through the nylon, pulling on it gently. Her smile widened into a grin as he made a little gasping noise. She looked up at his face for the first time. She did not see the self-effacing boy who had asked her for help with his math homework. In his eyes, she saw raw lust, to a degree that was frankly startling in his previously gentle expression. He grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her up, twisting his chair away from the desk as he did, so that she landed in his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding her ass against his ever-more-insistent erection, that wicked grin still on her face. As he growled, she seized the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, tossing it aside. Her hands slid around his shoulders and down the musculature of his chest. He growled again, his own hands going to her waist. He pulled her in, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a furious, insistent thing. She felt his tongue against her lips and met it with her own, taking hold of his head and deepening the kiss yet further. Jake's hands took the opportunity to slide under Melissa's top, exploring up her ribs and making goosebumps pop up all over her. She broke the kiss for just a moment, just long enough to pull the tank top off, before engaging his tongue with hers once again. She could feel the heat radiating off his body all around her. His fingers, impressively dexterous while operating blind, found the clasp of her bra and made short work of it. Her breasts, firm and supple, swung free. Jake, shifting his hands beneath her, lifted her off him entirely, carried her across the room and laid her onto the bed. He took a moment, chest heaving, to admire the lines of her body, all lean muscle and soft curves. It was only a moment, though, before he was atop her, kissing her hard once again. His erection, still straining at the fabric of the shorts, pressed against her leg. His lips slid down from hers, along her jaw, to the hollow of her throat. She writhed beneath him, groaning, as he slid still lower, his lips and tongue moving over her collarbone. He kissed around her breasts, mouth sliding along silken skin, making her arch and moan again. Pausing to flick his tongue against one nipple and then the other, his hands led the way further down her body. Catching the elastic waistband of her yoga pants, he hooked his fingers through it and panties both, peeling them away as his mouth wandered across her abdomen, following the trail his fingers had left. He stripped them off and tossed them aside, catching her legs as they fell against his shoulders. Jake kissed down one long leg and then up the other, pointedly avoiding the patch of darkness between them as she writhed and moaned at his touch. Finally, as his head moved down again, her hands caught in his hair and forced his face against her swollen, pink lips. His tongue slid inside her, and she gasped, her thighs clamping around his head. He wrapped his hands around her legs to pull her harder against him, forcing his tongue deeper. Jake worked his mouth upward, kissing her clit, and she shuddered at the sensation. Grinning to himself, he slid his tongue back within her. She tasted like sweetness and fire, and he couldn't get enough. She was moaning his name, now, over and over, like some kind of prayer. "Jake, oh Jake, Jake, yes, Jake..." He moved back to her clit, working it between his lips and tongue, and her prayer became a scream as he felt her orgasm wrack her entire body. "Oh, Jake! JAKE! God, yes!" Melissa's legs were clamped so hard around his head that he actually found himself struggling to breathe until she came down from her climax, shaking and sweaty. When her legs fell limply to the bed, he slid out from under them, standing up beside the bed. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily, as he swiftly shed his shorts, finally freeing his cock from its nylon prison. Her eyes finally focused on it, standing straight out from his body, and she reached one hand up to stroke it. Now he was the one having trouble focusing his eyes. Her hand glided up and down his shaft, squeezing gently as she pulled him closer. There was a single, pearlescent drop of precum beading at the tip, and his breath shuddered out as she licked it off with the very tip of her tongue. His next breath came out in a moan as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, tongue flicking against the underside. His hands slid into her hair, guiding her head as she slid down his length, taking in more and more of him. She couldn't quite get all of it inside her mouth at once, but her hand wrapped the base and squeezed in time with her sucking as she worked her way up and down the shaft a few times. Her mouth popped off him with an audible sucking noise, and she looked up at him. "I want you inside me. Now." He grinned ferociously. "Works for me." He reached to his nightstand, where a condom and some lube were waiting. That's odd, he thought. I never leave them out like that. Once again, the tiny blip of rationality was quickly subsumed in need as he tore open the wrapper and rolled it on. "That's one of ours?" asked Dr. Mahler, perfectly cool despite what was happening on the screens before him. Right was looking rather warm, and Left kept shifting in his seat. "Of course, sir," said Right. "Nanosensors in the ribbing. It should give us much more reliable data than our remote scans." "Good," said Mahler. "Receiving now, sir," said Left. One of his screens changed to show vital signs labeled A6. "Coming through clearly, Dr. Mahler. Heartrate and BP are high, but within expected parameters. O2 sat is optimal." Mahler nodded. "Keep me apprised." Jake was atop her the second the condom was all the way on. Odd, he thought again. I never use the ribbed kind. Pushing away all forms of thought not related to "pretty girl must fuck," he slid up her body, his hands and mouth caressing every inch they could find. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him snug against her. As his face reached hers, he kissed her again, and as his tongue slid into her mouth, his cock slid inside her as well. Moving slowly, his hands sliding all over her, he worked himself into her, pulling out slightly before pushing deeper. She moaned softly against his mouth, rolling her hips insistently, trying to pull him further inside. He refused, sliding into her with agonizing slowness, pulling back a bit and pushing deeper, over and over, ever so slowly. Melissa thought she might combust. Finally, after several eons, it seemed, he was all the way in. His pubic hair tangled with hers as his balls came to rest against her. He kissed her throat, her jaw, and her lips. Their eyes met. "How does that feel?" he whispered against her mouth. His hands slid down her ribs. Hers tightened on his shoulders. Their quick, heavy breaths mixed together, each unwilling to pull far enough away to get a clear breath. She kissed him again. "Amazing." "Damn," said Left. Jake began to move, his hips rolling smoothly, sliding his shaft back out of her before pushing back inside. Melissa moaned and clutched at him as his pace increased, the room filling with the sound of flesh against flesh as his swinging balls slapped against her. He was moaning too, now, grunting with effort and passion as he thrust in and out of her. Abruptly, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist. Bracing them on the bed, she grabbed his arms and, all at once, flipped him over in a move worthy of the wrestling team. He laughed, landing on his back with her atop him. She moved with him, keeping her hips glued to his to keep his cock from falling out of her. "Nice toss," he said. "I thought I was the wrestler in the room." She grinned. "Three brothers. It would be unwise to underestimate me." She ground her hips against his, causing him to shift around inside her. His eyes slid shut in pleasure. "Oh, don't worry," he said, breathless. "That seems decidedly unlikely." She rose up atop him until their bodies were perpendicular, her rolling hips now setting the pace for the fuck instead of his. Jake's hands slid up her sweating body to toy with her breasts as she rode him. She leaned forward, planting her hands on the heaving muscles of his chest. So braced, she began to hump in earnest, slamming herself up and down. Jake moved his hands back down to her hips, holding her steady as she bucked atop him with increasing abandon. Finally she slammed down and froze, back arched, head thrown back. "Oh, GOD! Yes!" Her inner walls began to spasm and squeeze him as her orgasm wracked her. Unable to stand it, his back arched too, grinding his hips against hers and pushing himself even deeper inside her. He did not call out , but gave a sort of growling moan as he erupted inside her, filling the condom. "Holy shit," said Right, admiringly. Mahler rolled his eyes. Melissa collapsed atop him, panting and sweaty. Her whole body rose and fell with his gasping breaths. After a moment, she flopped off of him to one side, letting his somewhat-deflated cock fall out of her. Jake peeled off the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket under his nightstand. His arms snaked around her, snugging her tight against his side, her head on his shoulder. His breathing finally coming under control, he kissed the side of her head. "No wonder you're the most requested tutor on campus," he said. "You can help me with my homework any time." Results Not Typical Ch. 02 Author's Note: Sorry about the delay—hopefully Chapter 3 will be out sooner. Be advised that this chapter, while similar to Chapter 1 with its elements of mind control and voyeurism, deals mainly with group activity, including both hetero- and homosexual action. If you haven't read Chapter 1, you really should read that first. This one's a bit longer, but stick with it! ***** He wasn't frowning when he burst into the control room; he was seething. His techs jerked in surprise when the door hit the wall with a hollow boom, Left nearly falling out of his chair. Furious, Dr. Mahler stalked into the room, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Right's mouth moved but no sound came out. He swallowed and tried again. "Um, sir? Is something wrong?" Mahler didn't seem to hear him. "Unprecedented," he growled darkly. "They want something unprecedented, do they?" Left and Right exchanged bewildered looks. Neither, however, had the nerve to try and snap Mahler out of his reverie. That would bring his attention onto them, after all, and having Dr. Mahler focused entirely on you was rarely healthy. Mahler, for his part, was barely aware of either of them. His thoughts were still on the meeting he'd just left, where the faceless, be-suited fools who controlled his funding had laughed at him. Laughed! He'd shown them the video of Test Group Six, proudly displaying the utter success of his latest formulation of Agent 739. He'd walked them through the physiological data he'd collected from the pair, which demonstrated their near-total descent into sexual frenzy within seconds of exposure to his compound. And the VP of Operations, who had ultimate power over all funding allocation, had laughed. "All I see there," he'd rumbled in his crass Southern accent, "is a couple of college kids doin' what comes naturally. Put a pair of college kids in a room with a flat surface, and it's even odds you'll come back to find them fuckin' on it." He chuckled again, spawning sycophantic echoes around the room. "I believe what Vice President Reynolds is trying to say," came the more reasonable voice of Dr. Petersen, the Vice President of Research, Mahler's immediate supervisor, "is that there's little evidence here that it was your compound which induced..." he gestured vaguely at the screen behind Mahler, which was paused on a scene of the couple at the height of passion. "Erm...that. There's no way to be certain it wouldn't have happened on its own." There were general murmurs of agreement from his fellow board members. Dr. Mahler was momentarily speechless with fury. Moderating his tone with an effort, he said, "We selected these subjects specifically for their history of limited sexual activity. Neither is the type of 'college kid' to fall to rutting uncontrollably at the drop of a hat, as Vice President Reynolds seems to believe." Reynolds waved a hand dismissively. "That just means they're even more horned up than most kids their age." Before Mahler could more than splutter in disbelief, he went on. "Tell you what, though, Mahler. I think there's potential in this drug of yours, assuming it actually does what you say it does. If you can prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'll have all the resources you could ever want—I promise you that." Mahler opened his mouth again, but once more the executive cut him off. "On the other hand, if you can't come up with the proof, you'll be out on your ass so fast your head might be left behind." The deadly tone of his voice made Mahler less certain he was speaking metaphorically. Petersen spoke up again. "There you have it, Dr. Mahler. I expect you can demonstrate unequivocal evidence of your compound's efficacy, can't you?" Mahler managed a nod, so choked with rage he didn't trust himself to speak. "Excellent," said Petersen. "Show us something...unprecedented." Right and Left were staring at him. Mahler abruptly realized he'd been standing in the middle of the room, growling incoherently, for quite some time. "Get your equipment together," he snarled suddenly, making both techs jump. "It's time to initiate Phase Two. I'll show them unprecedented..." * Jake's arm snapped out reflexively to silence his blaring alarm clock before he was conscious enough to comprehend the noise. Stretching, he opened his eyes. The motion revealed that the other half of the bed was empty and cool. Melissa was gone, and had been for a while. Sighing, Jake looked at the now-quiet clock. Six a.m. the morning after. He paused. Morning after what? he wondered. The events of last night were decidedly blurry in his memory. Not blurry enough that he didn't know what had happened in general, but he was struggling with details. The taste of her skin. The weight of her atop him. The smell of their sweat. Their soft moans as they clutched at one another. Jake shook himself. All those bits and pieces were certainly interesting—and causing a sizable tent in the sheets—but he didn't have time for a stroll down memory lane; he'd set the alarm because he had a workout with his teammates this morning before class. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his discarded athletic shorts from the evening before, slid them on, and rummaged around until he found a clean-ish sleeveless shirt and some sandals to go with them. No one expected to smell good during morning workout; his teammates wouldn't care, and neither did he. Anything else he might need was in his locker at the gym. What he was wearing would suffice to get him across campus. He racked his brain as he walked, trying to remember what precisely had happened the night before. He and Melissa had gone back to his room for...for what? Math. It had something to do with math. Tutoring! He'd asked Melissa to come back to his room to help him with his homework, but they'd barely started when...something...happened. Jake stopped in his tracks. "The cloud," he said to no one. "That freaky cloud of gas or whatever!" A passing jogger eyed him strangely, but Jake ignored him. That creepy cloud had started all of it. Touching, tasting, sighing, moaning...he shook himself again. It was proving more difficult than he'd anticipated, keeping his mind off of what else had happened last night. He started walking again. Where had that cloud come from? It had descended onto them...the ceiling? The vent! It must have come out of the ventilation system—but what did that mean? Had there been some kind of gas leak into the air ducts? Jake mentally kicked himself. What kind of gas leak spontaneously induced frenzied animal lust? Not that he'd minded, overmuch. There was only one explanation that made any kind of sense, as crazy as it seemed: someone had done this to them. Deliberately. This revelation led to Jake spending his workout deeply wrapped in a mental fog, trying in vain to recover further details of last night's events—the beads of sweat on her skin were salty and cool as he licked them off—anything that might help identify the source or cause of the cloud. Indeed, he was so oblivious to his surroundings that he nearly killed himself and several of his teammates multiple times in the gym, dropping weights, tripping people, and generally making an idiot of himself. He created so much unintentional chaos that the coach finally banished them to the showers early out of sheer disgust. The showers and locker room provided a whole other set of challenges. As images, sounds and scents from the night before rose unbidden in his mind, he found himself repeatedly fighting down an erection that would have earned him endless grief from his teammates. He showered, changed and fled as fast as he could, garnering even more odd looks and good-natured shoves from the other guys than he already had during the workout. He remained distracted and jumpy all through his morning classes, twitching at small noises and unable to focus on his work. After lunch came the class he'd been alternately terrified of and yearning for all day: Professor Swanson's advanced calculus. With Melissa. It went pretty much as well as he'd expected it to. While Swanson, a reedy little man who seemed constructed entirely of chalk dust and frazzled gray hair, scrawled differential equations across the board at the front of the classroom, Jake tried to catch Melissa's eye where she sat at her TA's desk in the front corner. She refused to look at him. Jake's friend Eric, a towering black football player and one of the only people Jake knew who was actually larger than Jake himself, kept shooting curious glances between the two of them. Jake did his best to ignore him. The first hour of the double period (why had he signed up for this class, again?) passed with agonizing slowness. Usually Swanson allowed them a brief break in the middle, lest bladders erupt or students collapse from caffeine withdrawals. As that time approached, however, the aged professor showed no signs of stopping—until something on his desk made a pinging noise. Swanson twitched, dropping his piece of chalk mid-derivation, swore, and then answered his phone. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned to the class. "Well," he said, his voice annoyed, "it seems I've been called away to an emergency department meeting. We'll have to pick this up in our next lecture." A voice from the back asked, "So can we leave, then?" Pete, a wiry, blond senior who was on the wrestling team with Jake, although a weight class lower, looked ready to sprint for the door. Pete's stocky frat brother, Mike, was sitting beside him, and perked up at the idea of leaving early. "No, no, of course not," replied Swanson. "The second half of this lecture period will be a study hall—you can work on this week's problem set." Pained groans rose around the room from the small class. Every student looked dejected, except Melissa and the two who always sat in the front row: Luke, a slender junior whose intense blue eyes seemed to dissect everything he saw, and Anna, a tiny Asian girl who was some kind of prodigy or something; despite being a freshman, she was by far the best student in the class. Swanson continued unperturbed. "You'll keep things in order here, won't you, Melissa?" Melissa sighed, but nodded. "Of course, Professor." "Excellent, I'm leaving you in charge," said Swanson. He turned to the six other students. "You will all listen to Melissa while I'm gone." He looked back at Melissa, and added, "Don't let them weasel out of here early. I expect them all to work hard for the entire period." Melissa just nodded again. Swanson left, and as soon as the door closed behind him, Pete and Dave started packing to leave. Melissa scowled. "What are you doing? He said to work on this week's assignment." Pete and Dave exchanged a look, and laughed. "Yeah," said Pete. "That's going to happen." Dave grinned at Melissa. "You could always come back to the house with us and...study." Pete high-fived him. Jake shook his head at them, opening his mouth to defend her, but froze at the sound of a metallic snick coming from the door. Jake was seated nearest the door, with Eric a few seats over. Luke and Anna, in the front, were apparently actually working on their assignments and had noticed nothing. The other three were still bickering and hadn't heard it either. For a moment, Jake thought the sound was Swanson returning, but no one entered. Still listening hard, Jake noticed another odd sound—or rather, the lack of one. He always sat in this section of the classroom because it was right under the only functional vent, and the room could get unbearably stuffy without that constant, slight breeze across the back of his neck. The downside was the perpetual hum of the ventilation. He couldn't hear it anymore. Suddenly he remembered another detail from the night before; while Melissa and he had been at his desk, the ventilation had been running. And then it had suddenly stopped...right before the cloud poured out of it and everything went crazy. His blood went cold. "Guys," he said. No one looked at him. The two in the front were busily integrating something or other, and Melissa was still arguing with Pete and Dave, while Eric watched with amusement. "Guys!" he barked. Everyone turned to look at him. "What?" asked Pete. "We may have a problem," Jake said, and looked up at the vent above him. To his horror, a hazy cloud, shimmery like heat above asphalt, was descending from it and the other two (usually nonfunctional) vents in the ceiling. Melissa gasped. Jake's eyes snapped to her, and for the first time, she met his gaze. The blood was draining from her face. She recognized it, too. "What the hell is that?" asked Eric, having followed Jake's gaze upward. "Some kind of gas leak!" said Dave, sounding panicked. "No," said Melissa, deadly quiet. "Much worse than that." Everyone but Jake stared at her in varying degrees of horror. "What could be worse than a gas leak?" asked Luke, his voice surprisingly calm. Then again, Jake had never noticed him actually exhibit emotions before. Why should he start now? Jake looked up to gauge the cloud's progress. It now filled the entire upper half of the room. "Just trust us," he said. "It's worse. We need to get out of here." He ran for the door, but as he half-suspected already, found it locked. He shook it and shoved, muscles bunching, but it did not yield. The door and its frame were both steel; they weren't going to break, period. There were two windows high in the opposite wall, but both were above the level of the gas, now, and were too small to fit through beside. The gas cloud, or whatever it was, was only inches above his head now. "Everyone get low," he ordered the others. "And grab onto something. This is going to be rough." Miraculously, they obeyed, seemingly so relieved to have someone tell them what to do that they did as they were told. "How do you know?" asked Eric, who had unsuccessfully tried to cram his great bulk under his desk. "What is that stuff?" "We don't know what it is...but we've seen it before," admitted Melissa. Flat on the floor as he was, he couldn't see her, but her voice sounded like it was coming from the vicinity of her desk in the front. "Everyone brace yourselves. It's going to mess up your heads for a bit. Just hang on, the disorientation passes." "So, what? It just makes you dizzy, and then what?" came Dave's voice, tight with fear. "Then," said Jake, "things get really messed up. Once you come out of it...just don't touch anyone, okay? All of you, spread out and stay away from each other." "What? Why?" asked Pete. "Just trust me," Jake replied. And then the cloud descended below the level of the desks, and everything was spinning and upside down and he tried to fight it but he couldn't seem to move his body and the whole nightmare was happening again and he couldn't breathe! As before, however, it passed after a minute or two. The underside of the desk swam into view overhead. His limbs began to respond to his instructions, if sluggishly. Jake noticed something in his peripheral vision, and turned his head. There, under the desk he'd been sitting at for the last hour, was a small tube of generic lubricant and a string of those same odd, unmarked condoms that had appeared in his dorm the night before. He stared at them blankly for a moment, shocked. He remembered seeing these same supplies in his room, and he certainly hadn't put them there. It seemed unlikely Swanson was stocking his classroom with sexual supplies, so it stood to reason that whoever was plaguing his life with this freaky drug was also setting up the locations in advance. They had rigged their gas in the vents and strategically placed lube and condoms in easy reach. Jake felt like throwing up. What kind of sick, perverted bastards would do something like this? "Why is there a string of rubbers under my desk?" asked a bleary-sounding Pete. "Have I won some kind of creepy-ass lottery?" "No," said Jake. "I've got some too." "Huh," said Pete. "I have some lube, too. You?" "Yup," Jake replied. "We've got both up here, as well," said another voice. It took Jake a moment to recognize it as Anna's; she was so quiet, Jake wasn't sure he'd heard her voice more than once or twice before. "Damn," said Pete. "And here I thought I was special." "You're certainly special," came Melissa's voice. "Just not that kind of special." Over Pete's spluttered protests, she asked, "Everyone okay? You can come out now, the gas is dissipating." Everyone emerged from their hiding places: Luke and Anna up front, Melissa on the far side, Jake and Eric in the middle, and Dave and Pete in the back. Pete and Luke, like Jake, were holding several condoms and a tube of lube each. Jake dropped his onto his desk, shuddering. "Okay," he said. Everyone looked at him. "Things only got really weird last night when Melissa touched me after exposure. Just everyone stay away from one another, and maybe this will pass before anything...unfortunate...happens." Eric raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, unfortunate? What exactly happened, when you two got hit with this stuff before?" "Just trust us," said Melissa. "You don't want to know." Eric made a scoffing noise. "I feel fine! Everyone looks fine." Before Jake could react, Eric had clapped a hand to his shoulder. "You look okay to me. Whatever that was, I don't think it did any harm." He paused, his eyes going a bit glazed. "In fact...you look great, Jake. You feel great, too." The hand on Jake's shoulder changed from a reassuring pat into a caress, as Eric's hand started to explore the muscles of Jake's neck and shoulder. Tingling heat flew across his shoulder, down his spine and straight into his groin. Jake feebly tried to pull away, his body already resisting the instruction, but Eric's other hand landed on Jake's arm, pulling Jake toward him. Before he really knew what was happening, Jake found himself snugged backward against Eric's body, his arms sliding around Jake's waist. Eric's hands slithered up under Jake's shirt. One moved up, lightly tracing the ridges of muscle along Jake's abdomen, making Jake shiver. The other slid downward, easing under the elastic waistband of Jake's athletic shorts and boxers. Eric's fingers tangled in Jake's pubic hair. Jake went from slightly swollen to full erection in about two seconds, and Eric's hand wrapped around his swiftly stiffening shaft and started to rub and squeeze it. He could feel something large and insistently hard pressing against his left hip. He already knew what it was. Trying to distract himself from the sensation of Eric's hands and the feeling of warm lips on the back of his neck, Jake looked around the room, and swiftly realized why no one had spoken up about Eric's behavior. In the front of the room, Luke had Anna flat on her back atop a desk, kissing her fiercely. His hands pinned hers to the tabletop, and his legs pushed her knees apart, so that he could grind his hips against hers. From the noises she was making, she didn't really object. As Jake watched, Luke released one of her hands—quickly seizing it with the other, so that his one hand held both of hers—and slid his other hand up under her shirt, making her writhe and moan against his mouth. Deciding that particular image would not help him fight the hot feeling of need rising within him, he turned his head and looked toward the back of the room. To his surprise—perhaps unwarranted, given his own position, and Eric's—Pete and Dave were entwined in a chair, also kissing ardently. Pete was somehow shirtless already, and Dave's hands were sliding all over the lean muscles of his chest and shoulders. They broke the kiss for just a moment, long enough for Dave's shirt to join Pete's on the floor, before pressing more tightly together, visibly reveling in the feeling of skin against skin. Both sported sizeable tents in their jeans. Results Not Typical Ch. 02 Jake's attention was snapped back to his own situation when his shirt was abruptly yanked up over his head. He cooperated without thinking, moving his arms to allow the shirt to come off completely. While his head was still inside it, he felt his shorts and boxers get whipped down to his ankles. His erection popped straight out, bobbing a bit from its sudden release. Jake was still fighting his way out of his tangled shirt when he felt a warm, wet something wrap around the head of his cock. Jake's knees almost buckled at the sensation. But whose lips were those? Eric's large hands were still on his torso, touching and caressing every inch they could find, and Jake could feel the larger man's slightly stubbled face rubbing against the nape of his neck, planting little kisses against the skin of his shoulders. And then he realized that there was only one person his quick survey of the classroom hadn't shown him. Melissa's lips slid down his shaft, experienced as they now were with the shape and size of him, as Jake finally pulled his offending shirt the rest of the way off. Dropping it to one side, he moved his right hand into Melissa's hair, guiding her head as it moved up and down the length of him. Only the soft rustling sounds behind him made Jake realize that Eric's hands were no longer exploring him. Jake heard the clink of a belt buckle, and from the corner of his eye he saw Eric's clothes hit the floor to one side of him. Then one hand returned, cupping the taut, smooth globe of Jake's ass, and Eric, now as bare as Jake, stepped up beside him, a broad grin on his face. Eric's dark skin made a sharp contrast with Jake's light tan as Eric stood tight against Jake's side and his own considerable erection—a bit longer and a good deal thicker than Jake's—stood proudly out beside Jake's. Melissa smiled around the head of Jake's cock, and released it, a thin cobweb of saliva stretching between his skin and hers as she shifted her mouth to the bulbous head of Eric's cock. Eric put his free hand, the one not fondling Jake's ass, into Melissa's hair with Jake's hand, their fingers erotically lacing around her head. Jake mirrored Eric's position with his free hand, sliding it between their bodies to caress Eric's muscular ass, squeezing one cheek and then the other. Eric moaned with pleasure at this new sensation. Melissa, still fully dressed, slid down his shaft, unable to take more than about a third of it into her mouth at once. She backed off it, leaving it wet with saliva, and moved back to Jake. Her hands wrapped around their shafts, pumping Eric in time with her sucking of Jake. After a few bobs, she switched back, working as much of Eric's cock into her mouth as she could. While her attention was focused on Eric, Jake took the opportunity to look around the room again. He looked over his shoulder. His eyebrows shot up when he saw a shirtless Dave enthusiastically, if inexpertly, trying to swallow Pete's cock. Pete's hands were on his head, guiding Dave up and down his shaft. Small noises of pleasure were rolling from Pete's own mouth with every motion. Turning his head the other direction, he could see Anna, now naked but still sprawled across her desk, wrap her legs around Luke's head as he buried his face between them. Luke was naked now too, and Jake was surprised to see that what he had thought was a scrawny little guy was actually lithe and strongly muscled. His abs were better defined than Jake's! Luke lacked the bulk of Jake or Eric, or even the gym-sculpted strength of Pete or Dave; rather, he was lean and tightly muscular, more like a dancer or gymnast. Anna's whole body was shaking as Luke pushed his mouth harder against her, clearly straining to get as much of his tongue inside her as possible. His hands roamed her, making her shiver when they ran up her legs and gasp when they found her nipples. Her eyes were half-closed, and she moaned Luke's name over and over as he tongued her. This gave Jake an idea. Turning back to Eric and Melissa—Melissa had managed to squeeze about half of Eric's cock into her mouth while Jake had been distracted, an impressive accomplishment—he gently grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her up, yanking her mouth off of Eric with a wet sound and a squeak of protest. "You're wearing far too many clothes," he told her. Eric grinned, and helped Jake peel her out of her clothing. Jake pushed her onto her back on a desk, the way Luke had Anna, opened her legs and dropped to his knees. He moved in, tongue first, tasting and kissing everywhere he could reach. From the sound she made, she was in favor of this new plan. His mouth found her damply gleaming pussy, and she moaned, a sound low in her throat that vibrated all the way down to him. Her moans went muffled suddenly, and Jake glanced up to see that Eric had moved around the desk to slide his cock back into her mouth. This new angle, with her head hanging off the table, allowed him to get even more of his shaft down her throat. Moving his tongue to her clit, he reveled in the way her entire body jerked with every feather-light touch of the little nub. Rubbing it with his nose, he slid his tongue inside her, trying to taste every bit of it. The familiar taste of her juices made juice of his own bead at the tip of his saliva-damp dick. Her hand came into his hair, gently pulling him up so he could see her other hand. It held a condom, one of those odd unmarked ones he'd set on the desk and promptly forgotten. She couldn't talk, not with most of a foot of cock in her mouth, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He stood up, tearing open the wrapper and rolling the latex onto himself. Glancing up, he was briefly mesmerized by the sight of Eric's thick, dark cock sliding in and out of Melissa's mouth in a smooth, steady face fuck. Eric's eyes were half-closed, a look of rapture on his face. His hands were on either side of Melissa's head, holding her steady so she wouldn't slip and choke. Jake couldn't imagine how she was breathing, but she seemed fine, so he decided he'd let her do as she pleased. Looking back down, he lined himself up and pushed his cock into her once again. Her warm, supple tightness was just as fantastic as before, and he had to fight the urge to just shove himself straight in and go to town. Instead, he worked himself in slowly, pulling back a bit and then pushing in deeper, rocking back and forth until his pubic hair tangled with hers and his balls rested against the curve of her ass. Hilt deep inside her, he leaned down to kiss her breasts, making the nipples rise into hard little buds. She bucked when he flicked his tongue across them. This position gave him an excellent view of Eric's cock sliding into her mouth. He was amazed to realize that he could actually see it moving down her throat. Jake began to roll his hips, thrusting in and out of her at the same slow pace Eric was using on her mouth. She reached down, grabbed his hips, and began to push and pull with him, encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. He obliged, picking up the pace until her whole body shook with every thrust and the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air. He distantly noticed that the sound seemed louder than it should, and he looked past Eric's heaving, sweaty body to see that Anna was on her stomach now, legs spread as Luke fucked her from behind. His wrapped cock looked long, almost as long as Eric's, but as slender as Luke himself was. He was thrusting long and deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming his whole length back in. His balls swung between them, slapping against Anna in counterpoint to Jake's hitting Melissa. Bent down as he was, Jake had a perfect view of that long, slender cock sliding in and out of a panting, shaking Anna. He felt Melissa's whole body go rigid, muscles inside and out clenching him tightly. Turning his head back, he found himself eye to eye with Eric's thick, spit-slicked cock. Apparently his cock had slipped out of Melissa's mouth in the throes of her orgasm. On an impulse, Jake leaned in a bit and licked the head, tasting tangy precum as well as Melissa's saliva. "Mmm, yeah," rumbled Eric. "Do that again." Jake did so, sliding his tongue from the underside of the glans around the tip. Eric moaned. Melissa's breathing was still ragged, but her eyes followed his every move as Jake, emboldened by this success, wrapped his lips around Eric's bulbous cockhead and began to lightly suck it, bobbing gently in time with his thrusts into Melissa. He couldn't fathom how she had gotten so much of the thing into her mouth; stretching his jaws apart, he could barely fit the head inside. "Damn, Jake," said Eric. "Who knew you had such a talented mouth?" Jake pulled off him and stood up fully again, although he kept up his steady thrusting into Melissa. He wiped his lips, which were slimy with precum and slobber, and grinned at his friend. "What can I say? I'm a man of many skills." Eric gave a hearty laugh and a lascivious grin. "I'll have to remember that. Speaking of skills, do you want to see how a real man takes a woman? I think it's time I had my turn in there," he said, and jerked his chin at Melissa's groin. With a glance at Melissa, to check her approval, Jake pulled out of her, peeling off his condom. Eric stepped around the table, already rolling on his own condom. He sat down on the desk beside her, and then with a single powerful heave, seized Melissa around the waist, lifted her clear into the air, and set her down astraddle him. She gasped as the big cock pushed into her. "God, you're big," she said, and grinned. "This is going to be fun." Jake stepped back to watch as she began to buck up and down on Eric's cock, with him holding her hips for balance and thrusting up into her. Hearing an odd noise behind him, Jake turned to see Dave, flat on his back on his desk. His legs were wishboned open, and Pete stood between them, pushing two lubed fingers into Dave's puckered pink asshole. The noise he'd heard was Dave's moan at the intrusion, somewhere between pleasure and pain. As Jake watched, idly stroking his still-slick cock, Pete squirted a bit more lube onto his hand and pushed another finger into Dave, making him moan again. Definitely more pleasure than pain, this time. Pete worked his fingers around inside Dave, his cock dripping precum. Pete used his other hand to slowly stroke Dave's short, thick cock in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Dave bucked and moaned again, back arching. Pete, looking rather pleased with himself, withdrew both hands and rolled on a condom of his own. He coated it with lube and added a bit more to Dave's ass. Without further ado, he pressed his cockhead against the puckered, now-gaping hole and pushed it inside. Dave cried out, his whole body going tense. Every muscle stood out sharply as he panted with quick, shallow breaths. Pete noticed Jake watching and grinned. "Didn't expect to see this when you got up this morning, did you?" Jake could only shake his head. Turning back to Dave, who seemed slightly calmer now, Pete shoved another inch or so of his shaft into Dave, making him cry out and go rigid all over again. "You gotta relax, dude," said Pete. "It will feel better if you let yourself open up some." "Easy for you to say," replied Dave through gritted teeth. "That fucking hurts." This, too, gave Jake an idea. He turned back to see Eric, lying on the desk with his feet planted firmly on the ground, thrusting up into a wildly bouncing Melissa. Her breasts bounced hypnotically as she impaled herself over and over on Eric's thick shaft. Jake reached over and rolled Eric's heavy balls in his palm. The other man groaned. "Whatever you just did, do it again. In fact, just keep doing it, preferably forever." He spread his legs a bit wider to give Jake better access. Jake grinned. Just what he'd wanted. Squeezing out a drop of lube onto his forefinger, he reached down (giving Eric's balls another roll for good measure) and rubbed the lube onto Eric's puckered hole. Eric gasped. "Forget whatever you did before. Your new life goal is to play with my ass." Jake grinned at him around Melissa's heaving, sweaty side. "Your wish..." he applied more lube, and then popped the whole first segment of his finger into Eric's grasping hole. "My command." Eric's whole body went rigid in an almost comical echo of Dave. Jake was surprised at how tightly Eric's inner muscles gripped Jake's fingertip. Eric proved a swifter learner than Dave, though, as he almost immediately relaxed enough for Jake to start sliding more of his finger inside. A minute and a lot more lube later, Jake was easily sliding three fingers in and out of Eric the way Pete had been finger-fucking Dave a few minutes before. That thought reminded Jake to turn and see how the two were doing. The sight of Pete stroking smoothly in and out of Dave's ass was enough to make Jake's cock twitch and ooze another drop of pearly precum. Dave was still on his back, but his legs were now up on Pete's shoulders, with the latter thrusting his entire length into Dave at a steady pace. Both guys gleamed with sweat, and Dave was moaning almost continuously. Buoyed by their success, Jake turned back to Eric. Melissa was crouching over him, hands braced on his broad chest, her strong legs flexing powerfully as she rose and fell on Eric's cock. Jake rolled a new condom onto his own throbbing erection and coated it with more lube. His bottle was getting low. He moved into position between Eric's thighs, lined up his shaft, and pressed his cockhead against Eric's hole. To his surprise, it yielded readily and swallowed the glans of Jake's cock. Both guys groaned. The feeling was incredible. The heat and tightness almost sent Jake over the edge right then. He clamped down his orgasm and worked himself deeper, pushing in and pulling out a bit before pushing still deeper. Finally he was balls deep, his hips pressed against the swell of Eric's muscular ass. Eric's inner muscles gripped him in a way no woman ever had, an unbelievable tightness that seemed to ripple along the length of his shaft. Eric raised his legs into the air, spread wide, which allowed Jake to push in even deeper. "Fuuuuck," groaned Eric. "That would be the plan, yes," panted Jake in reply, and began to thrust in earnest. From this position, he could see past Melissa to Luke and Anna. They were laid out lengthwise across two desks, tightly entwined and joined at the hip. Luke's mouth never seemed to come off of her skin, kissing and tasting everywhere he could reach. Her eyes, half-lidded in delirious pleasure, met Jake's. He found it incredibly erotic, staring into her eyes while Luke thrust into her and Jake into Eric. He swiftly lost himself in the rhythm of the fuck, thrusting hard and fast into Eric while Melissa rode him with abandon. A cry from behind him broke his reverie. "Oh, God! YES! FUCK!" He looked over his shoulder to see ropes of white shooting up from under Pete's hand, which flew up and down Dave's cock so fast that it was mostly a blur. Dave's back arched, his eyes closed, and his hands spasmodically gripped the edge of the table. Pete continued to thrust furiously as he stroked Dave's spewing cock, his hips slapping loudly against Dave's ass. Just as it seemed Dave's orgasm was subsiding, Pete withdrew his cock from Dave's ass, peeled off the condom, and began to stroke his own dick with frenzied speed. His head sagged back, an incoherent yell bursting from his lips, as his cum splattered across Dave's stomach and chest, mingling with Dave's own. Pete collapsed forward onto Dave, rubbing their still-dripping cocks together and tiredly kissing Dave's neck and jaw. Melissa moaned, arching back so far she almost landed on Jake. She slammed herself down, burying Eric's cock inside her completely, and went rigid, her fingers seizing his shoulders and clinging fiercely. Jake reached up, sliding his hands across her heated, sweat-slicked skin, and gently toyed with her breasts as he kissed her back. When her muscles finally went lax again, she toppled off Eric sideways, forcing the pair to catch her and lay her on the desk to recover. As Jake straightened up, to continue thrusting into Eric, he was just in time to see Luke ejaculating into Anna's open mouth. White streaks stood out against her bronze skin and black hair. As he watched Luke lift Anna back onto the desk and bury his head between her legs again, Jake peeled the condom off of Eric's towering erection and began to stroke it feverishly as he slammed his own cock in and out of Eric's tight hole. Anna's cry of release sounded moments later. He shifted his angle slightly, feeling his cock rub across a small bump inside Eric's channel, and was rewarded by and immediate cry of "Oh, fuck yes!" Eric's thick cock erupted, semen streaking across the dusky skin of his stomach and chest. As Eric writhed on the table, his inner muscles spasmed as well, and finally Jake could hold it back no more. His balls rolled up tight against the base of his shaft, and lightning seemed to leap from his balls up his spine to his brain. His whole body shook, and he felt a warm, squishy heat fill his condom deep inside Eric. He pulled out, tossed the condom into the trash can by the door, and flopped onto the desk beside a still panting Eric and Melissa. For a moment, no one spoke. "So, uh..." came Pete's ragged voice. "Who has to clean all the spunk off the tables?"