The jocks arrived early, but Rick wasn't with them. Billy broke out the ice cream cones with flat bottoms, and began filling them with Chad cream.
Chad was in ecstasy, he had never been so horny before. He had thought he was the horniest he could possibly be after eating that candy, but since Billy had added Bruno's weird powder to his mix, he was blotto with wanting sex. He had to cum, and he blew his load each time Billy filled another cone. Something else different this time, the powder or Rick's spell or whatever, but Chad's cum was still part of him. He was aware as he was being absorbed into Billy. The powder was working on Billy too. He kept scratching his nuts, as they began to swell. He licked a bit of cream off his finger from an overfilled cone. He was getting horny, and Chad was in him. Billy stopped dispensing, and began dipping cones in chocolate, and setting them on a tray. Chad could feel the hot chocolate enveloping him - er, each of his loads. His perspective was lost in his lust. He needed to cum.
Brent picked up a cone and bit into the chocolate, and swallowed the vitamin fortified soft serve. Chad suddenly was in Brent. As the cones disappeared, as one jock after the other began wolfing them down, Billy started filling more cones. The machine which was Chad was covered in condensation. He was sweating as he emptied load after load into even more ice cream cones. The music was blaring and the horny jocks had stripped down to jockstraps.
Bruno's powder was working on the jocks. They had expected girls at Rick's party, but they didn't know he hadn't invited any. By the time Rick finally arrived, the jocks were 69ing each other, and taking turns fucking each other.
"Hey, Rick," said Billy, as he served a tray of Chad cream cones, "Where ya been?"
Rick did a double take, Billy was wearing an apron, and only an apron. And there was a guy under the apron apparently giving Billy a blow job. He chuckled, obviously Billy had sampled some of Chad's cream.
"Had a flat, sorry it took so long, brought the margarita mix, and tequila. Wanna add it to the Soft Serve Machine, Billy?"
"Sure, in a -uh-h, ah, ah, ah, oooooh, minute," he gasped as the guy under the apron completed his job.