Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 14:14:52 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Get Him With Potions, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts   Gay College & Fantasy Sci/Fi

I didn't connect with Bobby the next day as you might think.  The
reason was a four hour seminar on under graduate theses.  The
college demanded an original thesis as a requirement for the
bachelor degree.  At this meeting they taught us how to pick the
subject and the formalities of the writing and bibliographies and
finally, research methods.

I already had my subject and would present it later in the week
to my thesis adviser.  I decided to do a test of different diets
and how they would quantitatively affect strength performance,
mine.  I thought it pretty clever to pick something I could
easily do.

When I got back to the dorm after being away for all those hours,
I had a big shock.  The room had been totally cleaned up and
everything was in order.  At first I thought I was in the wrong
dorm.  All the famous vials were gone and stored in a footlocker.
The line on the floor separating the "dark kingdom" from the rest
of the room had been removed.  The floor was scrubbed, the beds
were made.  Pictures of the devil and Hades were gone from the
walls.  It looked like the dorm of an exemplary nice boi.

And...the nice boy was sitting at the desk, doing college work.
A miracle.  And how did he look?  Scrubbed and clean, as UnGoth
as one could be.  His skull earrings were gone.  His nails were
no longer with black polish.  His hair had been washed and now
was a medium brown.  He was dressed in a white shirt and tan
shorts.

"Hey, a revolution has taken place.  The room looks great.  Did
you do this all yourself or did your use Igor or another of your
weirdos?  And you, you look, well, nice, even handsome."

His slim, slightly hairy legs coming out of his shorts were sexy.

"What's this all about, your change from the dark world to this
super normal Skippy-boi?"

"Uncle Waldo, that's why."

"Who or what is a Waldo?"

"He's my rich uncle who's underwriting all my college costs.
He's in the area and is going to visit in a few hours."

"Ah hah! Your sugar daddy, Thorne.

"About the name Thorne.  Don't use it when Unk is here, use my
real name William."

"This is too much for me, new name, clean room, hot young boi
persona, my head is swimming."

Throne, er, William's cell phone rang with its tune "Danse
Macabre".  When he got off the phone, he looked pale.  "Uncle's
not coming, he has to rush back for a stockholder's meeting."

"So you can relax now, huh?"

"I guess, but I was rude to my buds, and I wasted all that time
cleaning up the room and me."

"But it's all good.  I like a clean room and a clean roomie."

He looked hard at me, his eyes glistening.  "You're right.  Hey,
you are looking really hot.  Let me ruck you."

"Whoa, I don't and never have, and you sure are crude."

"Yes, but you're thinking about it right now because I can see
you are holding your ass hole tight.  It wants it."

"I have to admit that I have thought about that, but I don't
think it's for me.  Bobby blew me that day.  That's definitely
for me."

He ignored my trying to get him off the subject, but he walked
into the kitchen area and pulled that box from under the sink.
"I've got it here somewhere.  Ah, here it is.  Jason, this elixir
will help you, a newbie, get through the initial stage of your
fuck.  You'll even like it."

He brought a mini spray, like a breath freshener. He put his slim
hand on my shoulder and offered it to me.  At the same time, his
other hand was unbuttoning my shirt and then pulling my slip-on
sport shorts down my legs.

This guy was like an octopus, he managed to take off his own
preppie clothes and his long slim cock was leaving pre cum trails
on my hip.

"Put it under your nostril and breathe the fumes."

I did it as he was taking off my shoes, lifting one leg at a
time.  I was acutely conscious of his caressing my jock legs
while he did it.  I mumbled that he was wasting his time, but if
he wanted to blow me, that was all right.  As I depressed the
valve I heard his hollow-from-hell giggle.

Whew, I was still in the room but I had gone on a voyage all
around the ceiling.  William, formerly Thorne was grinning at me
and licking my ear.  "Hot, huh?  How's your ass hole now?"

"Quit talking about my ass hole.  You're making me and it
uncomfortable."

"That's anal consciousness.  You've been ignoring that part of
your body for so long, now it's reveling in being discovered."


I was quiet.  He stayed right in front of me, patiently watching
me with an expression of know-it-all.  I mumbled, "Well, maybe we
could..."

He pushed me gently onto my back on my bed.  "Babe, I've been
down this road many times.  You're going to say that I can use a
finger, or only my cock head and that's all.  Then you're going
to feel that amazing sense of wanting desperately to be entered,
to be filled and you're going to beg me to push in. Let's save
time and do it!!!"

I groaned in a combination of submission fueled by desire.  Like
a good bunny I lifted my legs and to be especially nice, I put my
jock hands on my ankles and lifted high so that my ass hole was
greeting his glinting eyes.

"Oh boy, what a entry door.  It's the hottest I ever saw.  It's a
pretty rose pink with a fine decoration of light brown hair
around it, like a Christmas wreath. And those muscular, tight ass
cheeks...gorgeous."

My head was swimming and I was lapping up his compliments.  "Did
you see those nice dimples on each side?"

I knew about them from athletically staring into a hand mirror in
front of a full length.  Now he was feeling those dimples.  Like
a dog, I was pleased to please him.  What's happening to my
brain, here?"

"They're really nice and smooth.  Your ass belongs in a museum,
but right now, it's mine...on loan.  Are you ready?  You want
another potion sniff?"

I nodded and he administered it into each nostril and I was off
and flying without a broom stick, but his broomstick was knocking
at my door down there.  He told me to open wide like in the
dentist's office and I did, pushing like I was crapping. Why am I
doing everything he says?  I know, because I am about to be
fucked, and I want it.

Then it started happening.  His small cock head slipped in easily
and then I knew this is something I have been wanting all my
life.  My heart swelled with happiness, my balls firmed up and
lifted toward my cock base, my cock began dripping on my belly.

He was grunting and dripping spit when I looked at him.  I hardly
recognized my roomie, he was Mr. Hyde now, his face screwed up in
a purposeful frown.  He pushed and my ass hole opened further and
he slid in.  I almost wept with the feeling of being possessed
and filled.

Huffing and sighing he stayed inside for awhile, getting his own
strength back.  I was near faint from powerful feelings, but I
was greedy, I wanted more.

I croaked out, "Billy boy, don't be a wimp, get to it!  Fuck the
shit out of me, I'm ready."

He made a trumpet sound of victory and reared back and pulled out
almost to his cock head and then plumbed deep inside me, his dark
pubic hair tinkling my ass. I tried a fucking motion to get more
sensation and we began fucked each other.  He was breathing so
hard, it sounded like sobs.  I was continuously grunting and
moaning sounding like an animal farm.

Sweat was dripping off his slim body and he was sliding around on
my ass sweat.  We were two animals, rutting.  Suddenly my eyes
snapped open.  "Oh fuck, cock boi, I'm starting."

"Let it happen, your ass hole will vibrate and get me off really
big."

My whole body seemed to be paralyzed as it readied for orgasm.
My cock lying on my belly began to jump and then spew.  The first
stream hit my lips and as I licked it up, I began fuck motions as
I unloaded.  William hung on as if he was a bull rider and he
shouted out his cum song.  We shot and shot and when we both
finished our nut, we were swimming in spooge.

My first reaction was to laugh, long and hard.

"What's funny?" he grunted out.

"Why in the fuck did I wait so long.  I am a born bottom.  I'm
already looking forward to the next fuck.  Hey, I wonder if Bobby
would like to try my ass."

"Good idea," William said, "He's good at it.  At least Igor said
so.  Okay, enough chit chat, let's get this room back to where is
used to be and I have to dye my hair while you're doing that."

"Fuck you, I'm not your maid.  Hey, what was that magic potion.
It really worked."

"You are so innocent.  That's a gay thing, not something I boiled
up in a cauldron.  It sure got to you, babe."

"I think you're ruining my character.  Next you'll be getting me
to smoke pot."

"Good idea, especially after sex.  There's a few joints I made in
that skull head in the kitchen cabinet."


End of story