Chapter 2

As I walked in several guys skipped my way trying to catch my eye. This one guy dropped his cane trying to beat the others to the booth I was heading for.

At this point what the first guy had told me totally hit home. I needed to talk to him again.

Scanning the eager group I picked him out. With a knowing smile and crook of my finger I motioned for him to go into a booth.

Once inside the privacy of the secluded refuge I started curiously, “Are you feeling, like, any better this week, since last time?”

He assured me that he never felt better. Then proceeded to relate a list of minor ills that had resolved. After all these years I had discovered a new power of mine.

Remembering the mystery man I asked, “And the two of us are responsible for fixing you?”

He laughed wryly, “Fuck! You’re as different as night and day. He doesn’t rejuvenate me. But man does he thrill!”

Ben, that was his name, sucked me again. Somehow knowing his name and talking to him made it easier for me to get off.

Meanwhile, I kept looking for that other guy every trip. To see what was up with him.

One day I had not yet hooked up with anyone when I saw him. Cool and aloof he prowled the aisles looking for a blowjob or who knows what. I figured it couldn’t hurt to talk to him: to see what his deal was.

I headed in his direction but he chose that moment to move on to another part of the store. Around a corner he went and I followed. I turned after him just in time to see a booth door close. It was the only place he could be.

I’d never before approached an occupied booth. Should I knock? The door was slightly ajar and our eyes met. Steely blue, he nodded for me to enter.

I closed the door and he latched it, intruding into my space. I wanted to ask what his power was but felt foolish admitting my belief in anything so extraordinary. Sometimes I convinced myself that own powers were probably just a combination of bad luck with fertile girls and an overactive imagination. He would think I was nuts.

I opened my mouth trying to think of what to say, but he put his hands on my shoulders brusquely, “Down!”

He had it wrong. I was just here to talk. A meeting of the minds between two guys who shared a unique problem. His lips moved in slow motion and I failed to hear his words. I resisted his push, still figuring out how to broach the topic.

I began to stammer while seeing his finger approach my lips to shush me. Yet again I had it wrong. He didn’t silence me, but he did place his finger on my lips. It was sticky and sweet and a sexual energy coursed through my veins for a change.

Oddly exhilarated, I witnessed him jam his hand down his pants to retrieve another drop. I recoiled as the wet finger approached my lips again.

The back of my head touched the wall just before he stuck his finger in my mouth again. Sappy sweet, it had the same effect on me again. I felt my heart beat both in my chest and in my cock. I hadn’t been erect without the significant influence of porn in a long time.

With his hands back on my shoulders he spoke, “I’ll show you.” He pressed down again and I was powerless to resist this time. My knees buckled and hit the floor just a little too hard.

He grabbed my head rudely, and inexplicably I let him.

His big wet cockhead approached my face. My eyes locked on that wet end and I knew I wanted to taste it anew. I was sure now that he had a superpower like me but knowing that fact made no difference. The leaking meatus was pushed into me causing more ecstatic feelings to take me over. That gooey tip brought me a whole body tingle I couldn’t have imagined.

I felt my dick tenting my pants uncomfortably and couldn’t even be bothered to rearrange. I just craved more of his spoo.

He fucked my mouth without a care. Just a steady pump, pump, pump. I hated that I was indulging him but every time a little zing leaked out I needed more. I’d not felt so turned on in a very long time.

His actions became increasingly rough and I couldn’t care less even as he bruised my lips and cock punched my esophagus.

He was mean and selfish and it didn’t matter as long as that liquid verve kept coming.

He jammed it down my throat and I didn’t feel the need for air or anything else. My cock was so hard – so hard!

With a loud growl he announced his impending orgasm for all to hear. I hated that I wanted it but I did. I needed that ugly organ to give me his cum and I hoped that his load would be as large as mine.

Supersperm jetted out bouncing off the roof of my mouth and ricocheting around in me. It gushed, it surged, it was a flash flood of sexual energy that I craved more than life at that moment.

My hips bucked and so did his. His cock swelled thicker and I loved the perverse feeling of it in me. I wanted him to stab me forever. I wanted him to rub it all over my body. I needed him to shove it up my ass and fill me with his special seed. Even if he made me – a man – pregnant it would be worth it.

I sucked harder than ever but he forcefully pushed me off with a pop and the realization that I wasn’t stopping even though he was finished convicted me guiltily. I mean, there were certainly a few more drops in there. I shouldn’t be wanting them so much. I found his eyes as I pleaded with mine. He rebuked me, “You fagotty assholes are all the same.”

I stammered, “I’m not gay. I just wanted to talk. About our semen.”

Derisively he responded. “I don’t care what you guys are as long as you open up. Now get the fuck out of here before I slice you open.” He waved a knife, scaring me.

I opened my mouth, not to suck this time, but to explain. Instead of a chance for conversation and thankfully not the blade, he slapped me. Hard.

Then he patted me on the head, “You need practice, Dweeb.” How did the word practice give me hope in the face of his assault? How did I have fond thoughts of his dick even as I hated him? He felt like an enemy to me.

My underwear was wet and the front of my pants were stained but my body vibrated from head to toe. The strange energy filled me with a satisfaction normal orgasms never delivered.

My cum didn’t have this effect on others. And I definitely wasn’t feeling healed. I felt worse if anything. The thrill had drained me. Exhausted and spent, I still wanted more.

In my car, sweaty from my ordeal, I told myself I would never suck cock again. I would just talk to him next time – in the parking lot. But even as I thought it my dick said otherwise. It wouldn’t hurt to just suck his dick one more time. Maybe only when I couldn’t get it up for porn. Or if the porn wasn’t so good…

That night I dreamt I was carried over a waterfall of his cum, swallowing even as I was drowning. Bolting upright I just knew he was a villain: my nemesis.

This story was inspired by the song of the same name. Go ahead and listen or read the lyrics. I did add the entire section that happened in the bookstore. I also added details throughout the song that would work with that event.

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