As Kyle is struggling to remember who it was that gave him this
strange curse, the doorbell rings. He decides to forget about the
whole thing - it must have been a dream or something. He walks over
to the door to meet Jon, who is picking him up for school. Jon is
the all-American football player: blond hair, blue eyes, loosely
muscled, and steadily sleeping his way through the school's selection
of hot girls.
"Hey man, you ready to go to school?"
"Yeah. I can't find my football jersey, though, come on in while I
look for it."
As Jon steps in, he feels a powerful pull towards Jake. He thinks
about how great his abs look, with that light dusting of hair, and
his sculpted chest. Jon thinks, "I mean, it's not the first time
I've seen him shirtless...but for some reason he looks different.
His arms are also looking really nice. I wonder what it would be
like to kiss his chest?" Kiss his chest? Jon dismisses it as an
errant thought. He had just done a cheerleader three ties the night
before. But Jake's arms were just calling to be licked. Once again,
Jon tried to snap back, but it was like something was unconsciously
forcing him to be attracted to Jake. His abs looked great as he
stretched up to look at a shelf in his closet. Jon realized that he
had an erection, but he didn't care. He needed to kiss Jake, suck
Jake off, fuck him hard. These feelings were overwhelming him and
even the thought of resisting them was no longer an option.
"Hey, Jon, are you ok? You're awfully quiet over there," Jake said
as he was digging under his bed for the jersey. He stood up, looking
at Jon. His eyes went from his feet to his raging erection, to the
look of unbridled lust in his eyes. He knew right before Jon tackled
him that the curse was real.
Jon pushed Jake onto the floor and started kissing his chest. He
loved the feel of the soft chest hair on his lips and the hard muscle
resisting. He needed to move lower. So he moved on down to the abs,
sucking on the lines between the muscles and savoring the taste of
the hair. Jake was struggling, unable to get up as Jon had him
pinned. Jon quickly sat up on top of Jake and took of his own
jersey. Jon also kept good care of his body, and it showed with his
slabs of pecs and tight abs. He had almost no hair on him but a thin
happy trail that ran down past his athletic shorts, which were
straining to hold in his erection. "Well, Jake," Jon said, "there's
an easy way to do this or a hard way. Which will it be?"