As Keith ran down the hall, the tingling returned to his body. He quickly ducked into a nearby bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror. Keith lifted his shirt up and watched before his eyes, as the muscles on his chest and abs grew in size a little, becoming even more defined. He was shocked by this turn of events, and was still freaked out over what he had done. He splashed some water on his face, and tried to figure out what was happening to him.
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Adam awoke with a splitting headache. He reached back and felt the lump from where he hit his head, but was thankful there was no blood. "I'm going to kill that little bastard when I find him." He looked over at his friends, James was lying face down, his eyes still closed, and Steve was lying on his back, his shirt and shorts torn open, and his hard cock, still wet with spit, sticking out of his boxers.
James moaned in pain some as he woke up and sat upright, a large bruise starting to form on his forehead. "What's goin -- what the fuck!?" James said as he noticed Steve laying there with his hard cock hanging out. James back away from Steve quickly "What did that faggot do to him?"
"I'm not sure, but lets wake him up and find out." Adam said as he got up and nudged Steve with his shoe.
Steve slowly woke up, a smile and a look of contentment on his face. "Dude, cover you cock and get up!" Steve quickly put his hardon back into his boxers and stood up, holding his shorts up, as the remnants of his shirt hang from his shoulders.
"Can I borrow a belt. I'm gonna head down to the gym and grab some extra clothes to wear" Steve asked hopefully.
"Sure, you can borrow mine, we're gonna head out and find the faggot" James said as he pulled his belt off, handing it to Steve.
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Keith continued to watch the changes, when he felt a tingle in his crotch. He reached down and felt the front of the briefs, and felt a slight lump on his groin. Though it lacked definition, the lump was a bit more sensitive than it had been and gave Keith some hope.
At that time, Keith heard the door to the bathroom open. He quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and pulled his shirt down, trying to look casual. He saw that Jacob, a smart, well-behaved kid had entered. Jacob was always the teacher's pet, followed all the rules, and did everything his parents told him to do.
As Jacob walked over to the urinal and opened his fly, Keith couldn't help but watch him, as the hunger built inside of him again. Keith quickly made for the exit before the hunger got the best of him, but when he opened the door he saw James and Adam on one hallway and Steve on the other. He ducked back in before they saw him, but this led him with a new dilemma. His stomach growled loudly at that time, as he glanced over at Jacob who as still using the urinal.
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Steve made it to the gym locker room without too many stares, and opened his locker. He tossed his torn shirt to the floor, and pulled out one of his clean gym shirts and put it on. Steve's cock throbbed in his pants. It had yet to get soft, and it was making him incredibly horny. Seeing that he was alone, because the gym class was still outside, he went to one of the toilet stalls and dropped his pants. He started stroking his cock, and closed his eyes. In his head he started thinking about the blow job Keith had given him.
Steve tried to fight those images and think about fucking his girlfriend. However soon his thoughts drifted back to the blow job. The thoughts continued as he began to think about cocks, about hard ones, and soft ones, and the cocks of his teammates on the lacrosse team. These thoughts really got him going and he was fast approaching an orgasm.
As he reached the point where Steve should have orgasmed, oddly he didn't, nothing happened. Steve was breathing heavily, stroking his cock, but he couldn't seem to get himself to go over the edge and cum. His thoughts had shifted slightly and now he imagined himself down on his knees in front of his teammates sucking their cocks. This was making him even hotter, but he still wouldn't cum. He started sucking his own fingers imagining them to be the cock of one of his teammates, but he still couldn't seem to get off. Finally after 15 minutes of stroking, trying to get off, Steve gave up and frustatedly pulled his pants back up. Steve headed back to grab his stuff before it was time for his next class.