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The Rider -
It all started right after the beginning of my college life. I decided to go away to school; one, so I could get away from my parents and all the dorks that lived in the town that I grew up in. And, two, so I could find out more about other people and about myself.
Throughout high school, I was one of the geeky nerdy guys that always had his head in a book (electronic or paper) and his hand in his pants. I seemed to be horny all the time, and everything seemed to make me hard. I was the skinny guy in the gym shower who was always taunted by the jocks.
My dick was about the norm from what I could see in the showers. I had seen some huge ones when I surfed porn, and I found myself more drawn to the men in those scenes than the women. So I had pretty much assumed I was gay, but wouldn't dare come out.
Just before I went off to school, my weird uncle Hal gave me a big pouch of herbal supplements. He said they would help me with my concentration and increase my ability to learn.
I was assigned a jock for my roommate. I started taking the supplements the first day, and seemed to have a better knack at getting the ideas the professors were trying to get across, and my concentration was amazing. The math prof would look at me as if I was reading his mind, when I constantly answered his questions and understood the concept so easily.
But my jock roommate was a pain. He was always showing off his buff body, and talking about the girls he banged, and how he was such a sex god.
I think it was the second week, when I was down for dinner and saw him strutting through the dining room trying to be the BMOC. I thought to myself, I just wish he would trip and fall on his face.
Well, he didn't do that, but he stumbled, and grew red-faced at his embarrassment for being seen as a klutz. I laughed at the coincidence.
The next morning, I saw Jim, my roommate, sitting at his table with a bunch of his jock friends. Some senior jock came up, and was reading him the riot act about something on the football team, but not really sure what.
I stuck out my middle finger, as if I were Jim, giving the finger to the guy, though I couldn't be seen. I knew it would piss the senior off, and I wanted Jim to get the shit kicked out of him.
I laughed, as Jim actually raised his hand and gave the guy the finger. The guy jerked Jim out of his chair and was shaking him back and forth. "I didn't mean to do that," Jim screamed.
"So now your finger has a mind of it's own?" the senior said, dropping Jim down, and he almost slipped off the chair. "You aren't even worth the effort!" the senior said, and walked off, with his friends laughing.
The coincidence was bothering me.
That night, when Jim was laying in his bed, reading, I thought that he should spread his legs a little further apart so I could look up his boxers . . . and then he moved his legs apart!
Really?' I thought. Scratch your balls,' I thought, and he reached down and scratched his balls.
That really gave me pause. I had to think about this. Was I really controlling him? I sat there for a long time. Then I googled `remote control of others.' It all sounded like some sci-fi x-files kind of thing.
Then I wondered if it was the supplements my uncle had given me. The next day, I took a double dose of them. In the cafeteria that evening, when Jim was getting ready to walk across the dining hall to the doors, I thought, `undo your belt and unbutton your pants.'
Jim did just that. His shorts dropped to his ankles, and he tripped on them and fell to the floor. This brought attention to him, and the fact that he was lying on the floor with his shorts around his ankles, and with just his boxers on.
He got up red-faced, pulled up his shorts, and ran from the room. There was a chorus of laughter and cat calls that followed him.
Did I really do that?
The next day, I took three of the pills, and when I came back to the room after class, Jim was sitting at his desk at his computer.
I put my books down, and laid down on my bed. I was wondering about what was happening, so I closed my eyes and really concentrated. I wanted to see through his eyes. What was he looking at on the computer? It was at an angle, so I couldn't see it from my bed.
Then, like fog clearing, I was looking at his monitor. Was this a dream, or was it really happening? I almost broke out laughing, when I saw that he was surfing porn! He had a video playing of some guy doing a girl from the back. Jim had his head phones on, and I concentrated until I could hear the sound through my ears. The girl was begging the man to fuck her harder, and he was grunting away as he pounded her.
I willed Jim to look down at his lap. His dick was tenting his shorts. He reached down and squeezed it. Then he shook his head, like something was wrong. Did he sense me in his head?
He exited the page, stood up, grabbed a book to hide his crotch, and left the room without saying anything to me. He almost ran to the men's room. He went into one of the stalls, locked the door, and then pushed down his shorts and boxers. He started pumping away on his dick.
I laughed, as I watched his technique. His dick was about six inches long, cut, and about an inch and a half across. He had his left hand wrapped around it, pumping away.
I thought that he should switch hands, and he did, except that this seemed to make it less exciting for him. I had him switch back to his left hand, but had his right hand open the stall door. It only opened about six inches, but he didn't seem to mind, as he continued to pound his dick.
I sensed his rising pleasure, and tried something else. He had a picture of his parents on his dresser, so I thought of that image and sent it to his mind. He gasped, and let go of his dick. It quickly wilted.
At that point, someone pushed the door open, looked at Jim with a limp dick in his hand, and said, "Oh, sorry, the door was open. I didn't know anyone was in here. Sorry."
Jim started to speak, and I fought to control what was being said. At first, he seemed to mumble, but finally it came out as I wanted it to. "That's okay. I was hoping someone would catch me."
"That's just sick, dude," the guy said, and exited the bathroom.
Jim got up and, after putting his boxers and shorts back in order, ran out, and looked into the mirror over the sink. He splashed water on his face, and then looked into the mirror again.
I had him smile, as I watched his face in the mirror through his eyes. This was going to be fun!
The next day was Saturday. I took my three pills in the morning, but pretended to be asleep when Jim woke up. I turned over and began to watch through his eyes, as I `thought' him getting hard. He looked over to my bed, and seeing that I was asleep (or at least he thought so), he grabbed his dick and began to stroke again. He hadn't cum or tried to cum since the aborted attempt in the men's room yesterday.
I had him push all the covers off himself, and take off his boxers and his t-shirt. Now he lay nude on his bed, stroking his cock. It was great to see him naked and jerking. I had thought about this several times. When I felt he was right on the brink, I stretched on my bed, and rolled over and watched him through my eyes, as he shot cum all over himself. He knew I had seen him, but he was too close to stop it. He was gasping as the last of the cum oozed out of his cock.
He started to stammer, "I'm sorry, I mean, I don't know, I mean," as he tried to cover himself up. He was beet red. I didn't allow him to cover his crotch. I had him reach down and scoop up some cum with his fingers and then lick them clean.
I made a look like that was disgusting (actually, I wondered what his tasted like), and he said, "I don't know. I don't usually ..." and he paused.
"Lay around naked in your dorm room jerking off so your roommate can watch you shoot and then eat your cum?" I asked, in the most demeaning voice I could manage.
"No, no, I don't; I didn't want to do that!" he exclaimed, and tried to cover his wilting cock again. I made it get hard again, and I made it feel like it must be stroked, because it was going to shoot any minute!
He looked at me in horror, as he took his dick in his hand and started jerking again. In just seconds he shot again. Once again, I had him lick up a gob of it and suck it off his fingers.
"That's just disgusting," I said. I got up, grabbed my shower stuff, and headed off to the showers. I continued to watch through his eyes, as he pulled out an old sock from between his mattress and box springs, and begin to wipe up his cum. Hmm, so he had a cum rag.
He jumped out of bed then, and began to dress. I made him forget to put on boxers. He just put on a loose pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and some flip-flops. He ran out of the room and down the stairs, where he passed the dining room, and headed outside.
He went around the building to the back side and sat down on the steps. Only a few people came by this area, so it was pretty much out of the way. He put his head in his hands. I couldn't read his mind (yet, I wanted to), but he must be going through some mental anguish, because I sensed turmoil in him.
I had come back to the room, so I could lay on the bed and concentrate on him. I made him think about his full bladder and how much he had to go. It was urgent; he had to go or he would bust.
He stood and started walking towards some bushes to one side of the dorm, but before he could reach them, I let his bladder go. He pushed his shorts down quickly, but not before he had gotten a good wet spot on the front of his shorts.
He pissed away on the bushes and then pulled up his shorts. He had a wet spot and was trying to figure out how to hide it.
I decided to leave him alone for a bit, and just ride along with him. That's what I was. I was a rider. I rode with him, and I could give him directions, and he would follow.
I smiled. This was just way too much fun! He made it over to the library and upstairs without being spotted by anyone. From there, he went up to the third floor and back into a corner that was seldom used, then sat down in one of the chairs in the reading area.
He tried to brush off his wet spot, and that didn't seem to work for him. I got him hard again, and he struggled to arrange his dick so it wouldn't show. I let him work with his predicament for a while.
He looked around, and seeing no one, headed over to the men's room. Once there, he looked at the hand dryer mounted on the wall. I got an idea then. I had him take off his shorts, leaving his rigid dick pointing towards the ceiling, as he started the dryer and began drying his pants.
He seemed to be dancing around as if he didn't know why he was standing there naked and hard, holding his wet shorts up to dry.
I smiled as a guy came through the door into the men's room and saw Jim standing there.
"What the fuck?" the guy asked, looking Jim up and down.
"My shorts were, ah, wet, and I, ah," All Jim could do was stammer, so I decided to help him out. "I pissed my pants and it got me so horny that I came in here to dry them off and to get off. You want to help me?"
He dropped his shorts, and clamped his hands over his mouth. The guy shook his head, turned, and left the bathroom. Jim picked up his shorts and put them back on. He looked in the mirror; the look of anguish on his face made me happy.
I was using Jim to make up for all the guys that had bullied me during high school, and was punishing him for all the slights and snide remarks he had made to me since moving in.
I let him go back to the library and to the reading area where he sat. I sensed his confusion, as he tried to figure out what was happening to him.
I got him really horny again, and really close to cumming. Then I had him push down his shorts to his thighs, and begin to stroke himself. I thought it was funny . . . that this would be his third time this morning. I wondered how many times I could get him to cum in one day!
He gasped so loudly, that I was sure someone would come to investigate when he shot his load. This time he managed to get it all over his shorts and some on his t-shirt.
He shook his head when he finished cumming, and stood up and pulled up his shorts. He looked around, and then went running out of the library.
Back at our dorm, he went into the nearly deserted dining room to get something to eat. He went to the soda machine, picked up a glass, and I had him hold it down low and then pull down his shorts. He then filled the glass with warm piss.
He looked around to see if anyone was seeing this. A guy sitting about 20 feet away saw him, and shook his head in disgust. He got up and left.
Jim sat the glass on his tray and went through and got some eggs and bacon. I let him eat, but I also had him drink his piss. I made him think that it was the best tasting apple juice he had ever tasted.
I wanted him hooked on piss! When he was done, he put the dishes in the used dish pile and headed up to the common room on our floor, where he flipped on the TV and sat down on the couch.
Again, I sensed his confusion as he tried to connect with reality, and figure out what was going on.
He sat there for quite a while, and then a guy came in and sat down on a chair. He had his earphones in, and was listening to something.
Controlling Jim was so easy. I had him reach into his shorts again, and play with his dick, while looking at the guy in the other chair.
Finally the guy looked up and saw Jim playing with himself in his shorts. I let Jim react. He got up, blushing, and raced back to our room.
Inside he saw me, and went over to his bed. I lay on my bed on my side watching him.
He looked at me with a bewildered look. Then I had him smile and say, "Would you like a blow job?"
He blushed again, and I had him hard again. "Please," he begged. "I want your cum."
He moved to my direction, and got up off of his bed, stripped, and then knelt down next to my bed and asked again. "May I please suck your dick?"
I said `sure,' and let him undress me.
When I sat on the edge of the bed, he moved between my legs and began to work on my dick. Half way through the process, I released my control, and let him go on his own. It was like he was on autopilot. He just kept slurping away on my dick, enjoying himself. Did he really like this? I put my hands on his head and guided it down until he had his nose in my pubes. He gagged, but then swallowed, and when I let go of his head, he went back to working on my dick.
He did a great job and I was close very quickly. After all, it was my first blow job. I left him completely alone as I raced to that magic moment, when I knew that I was going to explode. And I did, and he just swallowed it all down!
I had to pull him off of my dick when it got too sensitive. He licked my balls then, and looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you!" he said.
He stood up, and began stroking his own hard on. "I am so fucking horny today!" he said, as he pumped his dick until he shot a load into his hand. He brought it to his mouth and slurped it all up.
He looked at me and smiled. "Would you please fuck me?" he asked, without any prompting from me.
I smiled, nodded, and thought, `being a rider is going to be great fun!' It was an amazing experience . . . seeing this from his perspective and mine. It was his first and my first. I tried to help him with everything I had read about the process. I had him relax and push out, and I pushed in.
He gasped, but then relaxed into it. Then something clicked in my mind, and I was in his mind as well. I could see him enjoying himself as he clinched down on my dick in his ass.
He had confusion on what had happened during the day, but as to what was going on right now in my bed, me in his ass, he was positively loving it.
Even though I had just shot into his mouth, I knew it wouldn't be long. I wondered if he would cum again, without prompting from me. I had him on his back, with his legs on my shoulders. It was amazing to look down on this jock, with a look of pleasure on his face, as I rode his ass.
And it was just as amazing to see through his eyes as he saw what he perceived to be some sort of sex god providing him with infinite pleasure. What had I unleashed in him?
I felt the wave build in him, and it just intensified mine, and I was soon shooting a hot load up his ass. He was moaning and hummming through clinched teeth, as he shot yet another load onto his abs; not much in this one, but he still shot.
When I finally pulled out and sighed, he opened his eyes again, looked at me and smiled. "Thank you!" he said, and meant it. He moved around so he could clean off my dick.
When he finally got up off my bed, he looked sheepish. What does he think of me?' he thought. Is he going to be upset? Did he like it as much as I did? I really didn't know I liked guys that much, but it was fucking amazing,' he thought.
"You were great!" I said, encouraging him. "We can repeat that as often as you want," I added.
He smiled, "Thanks, roomie, that was fun!" He grabbed his shower stuff, tossed a towel over his shoulder, and walked naked down to the showers.
I continued to ride along with him, watching him sort through his memories and feelings as he washed himself. He dried, and then stood at the sink naked, while he brushed his teeth and combed his hair.
Then he walked naked back to our room. As he passed some guys in the hall, he smiled at them, and looked them up and down. "Freak," one of them mumbled, as he walked by.
When he got back to our room, I had him think he was alone. He lay down on his bed again, and played with his dick and balls, as he worked through what had gone on this morning. He was thinking he had had some sort of brain fuck up, and he finally understood what he liked. He seemed fine with it.
He dressed again in shorts, no boxers, a t-shirt and flip flops, and headed outside. I rode along with him, wondering what he would do next. He headed to the gym, where he stripped in the locker room, and went to the showers. He took a shower so he could look at the other guys taking showers.
He would catch a guy's eye, and smile. Most turned away in disgust, but one smiled back at him. Jim turned towards him, and I felt him lusting after the guy. I gave a little push, and his dick sprang to attention.
The guy smiled broader, and soaped his own lengthening cock. Then he turned off his shower, walked by Jim, and whispered, "Follow me to the towel room." Then he continued out of the shower.
Jim turned off his water, and, with single minded attention, grabbed his towel and followed the guy through the locker room. I guess he didn't realize that his boner was being seen by everyone he passed.
Several guys saw him go into the towel room, and watched the door close. Some looked at each other, and shook their heads. In the towel room, the shower guy was standing there drying himself off, and playing with his own dick and balls.
Jim went to his knees in front of the guy, and seemed to forget that he, too, was still dripping water. He just took the guy's dick in his mouth, closed his eyes, and went to work on it. It was an uncut dick, and Jim ran his tongue under the hood.
The dick swelled, until it was six or seven inches long, but was thick as a beer can. Jim had trouble getting his mouth over the head, but he worked at it, and licked the piss slit, eager for anything it might provide.
The guy laughed and said, "Eager pup aren't we." He gripped Jim's head, and began to face fuck him. Jim was enjoying this, and couldn't imagine doing anything else. He wanted to be here, on his knees, worshipping this guy, and drinking his cum!
Less than a minute after they started, the door to the towel room opened, and someone looked in. "Everything okay in here?" he said, as he looked at Jim on his knees sucking off the guy.
Jim hummed a `yes,' and the guy getting sucked said, "Damn straight! This dude wanted to chow down on my dick, and he is going to work on it! You should get in on this!"
The guy smiled, stuck his head out of the door, and said, "Hey, guys, you've got to see this!"
Soon, six other guys stood around Jim stroking their cocks, as Jim moved around in a circle taking turns sucking them. When he wasn't sucking them, he was jerking two of them.
He was so full of lust and pleasure that I was blown away. I had unleashed a monster. All seven managed to coat his face with cum, as he furiously pumped away on his over used dick.
He thanked them all and said, "Anytime you guys want to get off, just let me know. My name is Jim. I live in Kearne Hall, and my room number is 212." He smiled, as if he was drunk, and said, "Oh, and I like to get fucked as well!"
The guys laughed, and said they would remember that, and would probably take him up on it. "Great!" Jim said, and then added, "And tell your friends!"
I worried then that I had gone too far, but Jim seemed so happy and so ecstatic, as he pumped out another load from his abused dick.
Back in the locker room, he smiled when guys pointed him out to others. He waved, and went back to his locker, making a big deal out of bending over to pick up his clothes, showing off his ass. He was hoping that they would all want to take advantage of his hole.
He slowly dressed in a daze. Someone came over to him after he pulled on his t-shirt and whispered, "You really want it up the ass?"
"Yes! I do!" Jim went to push his shorts down. "How do you want me?"
The guy laughed, "What a slut! No, I don't want it here!"
Jim looked dejected, so the guy said, "But I have your name and dorm room number, so I'll look you up."
Jim smiled then, and said, "Thanks! That's great! I'll look forward to it!"
He went over to the sink and looked into the mirror. I saw the multiple splotches of cum on his face. Some he had smeared while putting on his t-shirt, but many were right where they had landed.
He smiled, as he looked at them. He wiped up a couple spots, and then licked his fingers free.
He left the rest, and headed back to the dorm. He didn't stop at our room, but headed to the common room.
He sat down on one of the chairs, and stuck his hand down his pants and began playing with his dick and balls. He was smiling as he recalled his recent sex scene.
A guy walked in, and Jim just kept on playing with himself. The guy looked at Jim again, as if to see if he was really playing with himself.
Jim smiled and said, "You want a blow job?" Then he stood, turned around, and pushed down his shorts. "Or do you want to fuck me!"
"You are one fucked up dude!" the guy said, and turned and left the common room.
In just moments, Fred, our RA came in. He went over to Jim, who had managed to only partially pull up his pants. He saw the cum on his face.
Jim smiled and said, "Did you come for your blow job?" He laughed at himself, and then said, "Or will you cum from your blow job? Either way, I'm your guy." He pushed his shorts down below his knees, and then fell to his knees in front of Fred.
He reached for Fred's shorts. Fred backed up and said, "Did you take some kind of drugs?"
Jim smiled and laughed, "No drugs, just cum. Lots and lots of spermy cum!"
Fred pulled out his cell phone, made a call, and asked for some assistance with a drug overdose.
Some guys came, put Jim on a stretcher, and restrained him to it. Jim was naked by now, and beginning to harden up; they threw a blanket over him.
Then they put him in an ambulance and took him off to the hospital. I knew that no drugs would show up in his blood stream, but I knew they would search his room as well. I took my packet of herb capsules and hid them in my car.
I was summoned to the hospital. I had lost contact with Jim after they had given him a shot. It must have been a sedative. They asked me what I knew about his condition. I said he had been acting strange all day. I didn't give any details.
"Do you know if he ever took ecstasy or anything like that?" the doctor asked me. I told them `No,' and that I had never seen him take any drugs; and that Jim seemed to be a health nut.
"Well, something hit him. He propositioned every male around him when we brought him in, until he was sedated." He looked at me and said, "And he was very graphic in what he wanted to do with them."
I remembered those moments as I had observed him, but wondered if he might have been just dreaming it.
I looked at Jim; he was in a hospital gown now, and sleeping. He had a monitor going beep, beep, beep, but he looked really peaceful laying there.
I went over and took his hand and squeezed it. I felt bad that I had used him so much. But man! He was amazing! He opened his eyes, and I saw through them as he did. "Hey, there he is! My awesome roommate!" I felt emotions wash through him. There was admiration, longing, lust, and was that love? Or just longing?
"Hey, Jim, how you doing?" I asked.
He smiled an idiot smile, and said, "I'd be doing better if you were fucking me!" I blushed, as the doctor looked at me with a questioning look.
Jim looked at the doctor, smiled, and said, "My roommate, he's the best! He gives the best fuck, and his cum tastes soooo goooood!" One of the female nurses looked down, as she blushed. I don't think she got nearly as red as I did.
"Obviously, there is some connection between you," the doctor said.
He moved over and patted me on the shoulder. "It's okay if there is, but he seems to be lost in sort of fog. I thought it might be drug induced, but I find nothing that indicates that. I delicately asked his folks if he had ever shown any sort of unusual behavior, and they said, `no,' and became quite concerned. They are on their way here now, but it will take them at least a day to get here."
I felt a moment of panic rush over me. What were his parents going to say or do? Had I really fucked this up?
Jim squeezed my hand again, and said, "I love you, man!"
"You're pretty cute yourself," I said, embarrassed beyond belief. I looked into his mind, and saw that he meant it.
I wondered if I could fix this nymphomania that I had somehow unleashed in him. I held his hand, and looked both physically and mentally at him. I tried to follow paths of memories, inhibitions, taboo, sex fantasies, etc. I finally found one key scene in his past, where he had been told by a preacher that all sex was bad, and that he would go to hell if he ever even thought about having sex before he got married to the woman he would stay with his entire life, and into the next.
That had built up a brick wall around Jim's curiosity about sex, and about men, until he became racked with guilt and feelings of insecurity and shame. I was no psychologist, but it seemed to me that if this wall had come down now, or in fact had never been built, that Jim would not have this sudden urge to seduce every man he came into contact with.
Of course, I knew I had some blame in there with my wild pushing and prodding. So if I could fix this, then I would be making up for some of my mistakes. So I talked to the 12 year old Jim that lived in this little bricked in room, and told him that he was fine, and just a normal curious kid, and that it was all fine, and as long as he never hurt anyone with sex. or otherwise, that he would grow up to be a healthy, fun loving guy.
I sensed a sigh go through his body then, and he relaxed into the bed. He squeezed my hand again, and smiled.
I stayed with him in the hospital until he awoke the next day. The doctors came and talked with him, and I was asked to leave while they talked with him; but, of course, I was there listening all along.
Jim seemed to be his old self, but with a lot more confidence. He claimed that he had gotten a pill from someone he wouldn't name. He seemed to picture someone in his history class, and that it must have been ecstasy or something, and that's what made him act so loopy, and he blushed, so overtly sexual.
They talked to him for a long time, and he seemed relaxed and calm. He asked for me several times, and finally they said I could go in.
"I guess I kind of went off the deep end yesterday," he said. He took my hand and squeezed it. "But what happened between us," he smiled, "that, at least to me, was pretty amazing!"
I blushed, and said, "Yeah, it was pretty good." I looked and saw that he was sincere, and that he did have a crush on me.
We talked for a long time after that, and began to really get to know each other. By the time his parents arrived, the docs were ready to release him.
He introduced me to his parents as his roommate, best friend, and possible lover. I blushed, and they looked between us to see if this was some kind of a joke. I looked in his dad's mind, and saw confusion there, but I also saw love. And I saw, someplace down deep inside, that he had once had similar desires and needs, but had walled them off.
His mom would love him no matter what, and seemed to not have a problem at all. I was seeing her imagining meeting my parents, and how she would tell her friends, and that there was an excitement, because Jim had never seemed to be this happy before in his life.
She came over and gave me a big hug and whispered, "Thank you for watching over my Jim."
I decided from them on, to stick with one pill a day, and to be happy being a good student, and not be a rider!
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