No amount of lust could describe the pleasures of Chad's new existence. He was not psychically the example of athleticism, he of course had had his cardio, but regardless was a creature carved from desire and pleasured as a statue was from marble. He grinned, fondling himself with equally fond desires. Already Chad's mind was fizzing with all the delights of satyr life, the knowledge of his people and how unfortunate his past human life was. He stunk more potent than the locker room, and was further hinted my the fragrance of the wild. Chad grinned, knowing he must spread his mysterious gift, and bring back the pleasures of the ancient past.
He clopped on out of the locker room, his spunk still staining the locker-room floor. (Unbeknownst to Chad, in just a few moments a track-team runner would step onto the pool of cum. He would be of course disgusted by the off-white substance, but would soon find other things to steal his attention...) Chad focused on what to do first, and as much as he'd love to fuck the next man or girl he saw, notably his former, fellow jocks, there was one soul in mind. The first to be blessed by him and the first to bleat and blare though the desire of satyrhood. Jake would be his first.
Chad walked from out the locker-room, up the steps and down towards his dorm. He was thankful to find that his roommate had neglected to lock his door. Chad shook his head, grinning with disapproval but deeply satisfied - he was naked and no longer had his key on his person. Jake was nowhere to be seen, but Chad noticed he had left his drink bottle on their coffee table. This sparked an idea, an experiment with his gifts. He took off the drink bottle's lid and slowly Chad fed his dick into the drink bottle and was already erect at what he was about to do. His mind was already flushed with desire, with little need for imagination or any partner other than his own hairy hand. Chad groaned, keeping quiet as he could, but the exactment was too much to remain totally silent. He moaned a little too loud, (what if he got caught!? Oh how that would be a blessing!) and ejaculated into the bottle.
Quickly, his heavy dick still dripping pre onto the carpet, he topped the bottle up in the kitchen sink with water and put the bottle lid back on. Chad gave it a good shake, almost jumping on the spot with excitement, and placed the bottle back where he found it. It was then Chad heard the doorknob turning (oh fuck, how he'd already like to turn someone else's knob!) and so he dove into the nearby broom cupboard.
Jack walked on in, still in his gym clothes. He was on the scrawny side, but damn did he still get you going, your satyr urges burning but your mind demanded patience. He stopped for a moment, catching the odor that Chad now exuded and shrugged.
"I must need a shower. Ah there's my drink bottle."
Jack picked up his drink bottle. His eye went wide and he gagged spitting out a mouthful of his seeded water. But then he turned and stared at his bottle and begun slurping down the enchanted water. As he glugged down your seed, he begun tugging at his shirt with one hand as he begun sweating profusely. He pulled and tugged at his shirt until it teared, but it did not give way enterly. Now desperate, he chugged down his drink and threw the drink bottle way. Chad smacked his lips, watching a tent forming in Jack's gym shorts. Jack threw off his shirts, sweating and huffing with heat, desire and obvious confusion. He practically ripped off his pants and underwear too!
Now shinning with sweat, his human rod fully humming erect and dripping with pre, Jack stared down at himself aghast with confusion.
"Holy f-fuck...what is...oh my god, what is happening!" He exclaimed.
Now with his flesh free, Jack looked down at his rod and began to sense an overwhelming sense of what to do next...