"...this guy in my energy manip class - Kyle Mathers." Mark raised his eyebrows. "Mathers? I think I know him. Why him?" "Well, who wouldn't want to be one of the most sought-after guys in the area? Hardly a class goes past that I don't hear someone going on about how much they want to go out with him or sleep with him or something." Mark smirked. "Fair enough." He began to adjust the control panel. "So's he going out anyone?" "Nah. He's slutting around, I think. Which should make this all the easier."
Mark passed a rod connected to the main device to Roger. "OK, I'll try to zero in on the target. You'll get projected for just a moment. Tell me what you see." A sudden dizziness hit Roger and he was standing in front of a toilet, dick in hand, pissing. He twisted around and caught sight of himself in a mirror just as he was again standing in front of Mark. "Dwayne Simmons. His bathroom. Man, he claims to be hung?" The room spun again. "Liam Ryan. Brushing his teeth." Again. "Pete Evans. Out for a run along the stream." Another wave of diziness, and suddenly he was wrapped around flesh, with a hard tube of pulsing heat rubbing into him, leaving juices on all over him and somehow stimulating the crap outa him. His entire world momentarily was centred around that tube... and he came back to find Mark grinning up at him. "OK, not funny! What was that, Pete's jockstrap?" "Yep." "Well, stop it!" Another wave, and he was unbuttoning his jeans with a shower running next to him. "OK, it's him!"
"So how long do you want?" asked Mark. "Well, if I'm going to take advantage of it, I think at least 10 hours." "Get ready..." Mark pushed a button, and a longer wave dizziness overcame Roger. Then it was passed, and rivulets of hot water were streaming over him. The reflection in the quickly steaming glass confirmed it, if the feeling of his suddenly tall, lean and strong body hadn't been enough. "Whoa". A hand suddenly covered his eyes and another pulled him around before a mouth covered his. Roger relaxed into the kiss as he felt someone else's fingers drift down the smooth muscles of his chest, pressuring him in just the right spots to make him shiver in delight. The mouth on his relaxed it's pressure and he reluctantly opened his eyes to meet the soft brown ones of a man opposite him. "What's wrong?" asked Alex as he saw Kyle pull away from him with a gasp. "You okay, hun?"