Introduction
This is my first attempt at writing a story for anyone else to
read, even though I am a longtime reader and lurker.
Please be truthful but kind in your comments and feedback. It
starts out slow but builds as it goes.
This is a fantasy story in two senses of the word. Not only is it
an erotic fantasy of two young men, but it is also a story of magic and the
fantastic. It's not non-consensual even though it has strong authoritarian
themes. It's the story of one young man who doesn't understand what he wants
and what he needs. It's also the story of another young man with much more
experience who is not only confident in his own needs but is able to see what
his roommate needs and to help him find it. I have already written seven
chapters (and still haven't gotten past the second day). If I publish one
chapter each week, I should be able to stay ahead of my readers.
I am using an anonymous name and an alternate email because some
of the themes and situations in this story could easily be misconstrued if the
reader didn't understand that this is a fantasy. For this reason, it may take a
while to respond to any feedback, but I will get to it when I can. I welcome
suggestions from readers, but remember that this is, at its heart, a love
story. Whatever happens, Kieran and Jason are in love.
I may publish ancillary stories to expand on some of the other
characters in this story, but I want to keep this story focused on Kieran and
Jason. So far, it has been written entirely from Kieran's perspective. He's the
one who can't see where their journey is headed.
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Summary of Chapter 1
It would be best to go back and read chapter 1 if you haven't done
so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
Kieran Morgan is an 18-year-old freshman at an unnamed university
somewhere in the Midwest. He's a deeply closeted gay boy who doesn't yet know
that he has a strong submissive side. His Celtic heritage has given his coppery
red hair, pale blue eyes, and extremely pale skin. He stands 6' tall and 180 pounds;
he practiced track and swimming in school, giving him long, lean muscles and a
lithe build. His roommate Jason (the alchemist) is a 19-year-old freshman, a
confident gay man who knows what he wants. He has light golden skin, black hair,
and deep brown eyes. He also stands 6' tall and weighs just a few pounds less
than Kieran. His heritage is Taiwanese and Cambodian.
Kieran helped his roommate move into their shared room. As he was
helping Jason unpack his clothes, he found himself intoxicated by the scent
coming from them. This intoxication became much stronger when Jason stepped
into the shower and left his dirty clothes on his bed. Kieran was drawn to
them. When he smelled Jason's underwear, he became overwhelmed with lust. He
held the boxers to his face and masturbated quickly, catching his cum on them
when he orgasmed.
Not wanting to be caught red handed, Kieran licked his cum off the
boxers. He discovered that the smell of the boxers was also present as a taste
that had mixed with his own cum. When he heard the door, he quickly shoved the
wet boxers into the pocket of his jeans and covered his actions by throwing
Jason's clothes into the empty hamper.
Jason had been ordering Kieran around from the time he arrived in
the room. He declared they were going to get an early dinner. On the way out
the door, he told Kieran to take his underwear out of his pocket and put them
in the hamper.
My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 2 (Dinner and a Movie)
Jason's car was really nice. So was
Jason. It was a little disconcerting the way he'd opened the door for me and
helped me into the car, like I was a girl, and we were on a date. I couldn't
figure him out. It was Friday evening, and I was heading to a restaurant with a
guy who seemed interested in me. I had never been on a date. Jason turned on
the stereo and smooth jazz music began to play. I sat there in silence,
embarrassed because my roommate knew that I'd been carrying a pair of his
silken boxers in my pocket. He may not have known that I'd been sniffing them,
and he may not have known that I had masturbated into them, but I knew that he
must have suspected something.
The scent that had gotten into my brain back in the room was
even stronger in the enclosed cab of the car. That scent had compelled me to throw
caution to the wind back in the room, taking chances and risking my reputation
before classes ever began. The scent was lighter here, like the clothes in his
drawer, not overwhelming like it had been on his dirty boxers. But it was
there, and it was having the same effect on me now. I felt my groin tighten,
and my penis stiffen. I wriggled my hips, hoping to adjust my erection to make
it less obvious.
We stopped at a small restaurant called Giordi's.
It looked more expensive than I could afford. I was embarrassed about my own
poverty, but I had to say something. There was no way that this place was
within my price range. "Jason," I said, "I don't think I can afford to eat in a
place like this."
He reached over and patted my thigh. "I invited you. It's my
treat," he said. I started to respond, but he held his hand up and said, "No
argument. I'm paying."
I relented and opened the door and slid out of the SUV
before he could get around to let me out (a little show of independence?). He put
his arm around my shoulders and led me into the restaurant. As went through the
door, I felt his hand slide down my back and across my butt. My breath caught
in my throat. Jason's mesmerizing scent was diluted outside, but his touch was
having the same effect on me. My groin tightened even more. I could feel precum
beginning to wet my boxer briefs.
The restaurant was very nice. We were shown in ahead of some
people who were waiting in the lobby so I knew that Jason must have made
reservations. It was the kind of restaurant where there were no prices on the
menu. We looked over the offerings. Some of them, I didn't even recognize. My
family was decidedly pedestrian in their tastes.
"Do you like lobster?" Jason asked. I had to admit that I
didn't know because I'd never tried it. I decided to let him make the choices.
I didn't really let him; he just took charge and did it. We
had salad with langoustine (apparently a type of small lobster), grilled
halibut and a pasta with lemon butter and capers. Jason ordered some sort of
mineral water with an Italian name. It was delicious, except for the water.
That tasted just like bubbly water.
Over dinner, we talked about ourselves. I learned that Jason
came from a wealthy family, a fact I had already figured out. His grandparents
had come from Taiwan back in the 1960s. They'd made their living as naturopathic
healers. His father still ran the family business but had invested wisely in
the stock market. That's where they made their money. Jason was the youngest of
three siblings. He had a brother and a sister, both of whom worked in the
family business. His entire family sounded nice and supportive.
He'd been educated in private schools, boarding school for
the last four years. He didn't need to go into the family business but felt
obligated to understand it. He was studying business so he could find a way to
help with his parents' investments and psychology because he was fascinated by
the human mind.
We talked more about me. I told him I had enjoyed a happy
childhood. I was an only child and my parents had been loving and kind. All
that changed when my parents were killed in an automobile collision. I'd been
forced to move in with my uncle and his family. My uncle was a minister who
never tired of preaching to me about original sin. My aunt was a sour-faced
woman who made a show of being the best of wives and mothers in public but
turned cold and selfish when out of public view. She'd always resented taking me
in and had always made him feel unwelcome. I talked about my cousins and how
they were lazy slobs who never had to do anything around the house.
I told about my passion for art. I really wanted to pursue
art for a living, but I feared that it wasn't practical enough. I told him that
I was taking an art class, but I was going to major in math so I could teach if
I had to.
Jason looked over at me with an intense stare. He reached across
the table and put his hand on mine. Looking me straight in the eyes he asked,
"Did your uncle suspect that you were gay?"
I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it there. "I hope
you're not one of those guys who spend all their lives in denial," he said.
"That's no way to live.
I wasn't sure how to respond. Of course, I knew. When I was younger,
I had tried to pretend. When I was older, I'd withdrawn into myself. I'd
pretended that sex and sexuality didn't exist for me. I wanted to scream my
denial and to hide myself away, but I couldn't. Jason's eyes were boring
straight into me, right through the muscle I had put on to deflect questions
like that. And Jason's scent .... His scent was making me intoxicated.
"I don't know," I replied. "Maybe. He was always preaching
to me about sin and about how a man has to resist temptation."
"I'm glad that you were honest with me, Kieran," he said. "I
want you to trust me enough to let me in. I like you. Not only are you
beautiful, your smart. I can tell from talking to you. I like you, and you
obviously like me or you wouldn't have stolen my dirty underwear."
My ears burned. "I ... I'm sorry," I stammered. "I don't
know why I took your underwear."
Jason laughed at me. It wasn't a mean laugh, but it wounded
me a little, like he was cutting away all my defenses. "It's okay," he said.
"I'll let you sniff them any time you want."
I took swallow of my mineral water and gulped it down. I
wished it was beer, or whisky. The silence dragged on for a few minutes. I
wanted to ask Jason if he was gay. I thought he must be. He'd clearly taken me
on a date to a fancy restaurant and was treating me like his girlfriend. I
wasn't completely comfortable with his behavior. I didn't like being treated
like a girl – or did I? My dick had been hard as a rock since we'd gotten in
the car. I didn't ask him the question, but I hoped the answer was yes.
I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I was getting up,
Jason quietly said, "Take you underwear off while you're in there and put it in
your pocket." I must have looked as shocked as I felt because I stopped and
stared, mouth agape. Jason gave me that stern look of his. "Do it," he said. "You
owe me a pair of underwear and I intend to collect tonight, with interest. I'll
order dessert while you're taking care of it." He raised a hand to flag down
the waitress.
[An unseen observer in the restaurant would have noticed
Jason pull a slender black case from his jacket pocket and pull out a small
glass vial. He would have seen Jason open the vial and pull a small swab from
the bottle, wipe it along Kieran's fork and put it back into the bottle. He
shook the bottle and watched the transparent oily liquid inside change to a light
reddish-purple color. He would have seen Jason smile and put the bottle and the
case back into his jacket pocket.]
I went into the restroom and went to the urinal. When I went
to unbutton my fly, I realized that my cock was hard and leaking. Not wanting
to be seen in a public restroom with a hard drippy cock, I rushed into the
stall and stood there trying to piss through my iron hard cock. It took several
minutes for it to become soft enough to urinate. I kept thinking a Jason's
scent and the way it seemed to get inside my mind. And that wasn't helping my
situation.
It was painful when my urine started to flow. And I seemed
to have a very full bladder. After I was done, I went to stuff my dick back
into my shorts, then hesitated. I wasn't really going to take my underwear off
just because Jason had told me to ... was I? I thought again of his scent. I
thought of his firm muscles, his tight ass, and his penis. I took a deep breath.
I began to think that Jason was right. I was gay, and I was doubly gay for my
roommate.
I sat down on the seat and kicked my shoes off. I was going
to do it. I fumbled to get my pants off, then took off my boxer briefs. I
pulled my pants back up, thankful that I had button fly jeans instead of a
zipper. Then I put my shoes on and stuffed my slimy underwear into my pocket.
When I got back to the table, the waitress had already
returned and delivered two coffees, a plate with one slice of lemon cheesecake
and two forks. It looked like we were really going to do the whole date thing
and share a dessert. If we had ordered a big plate of spaghetti for dinner, we
could have reenacted the Lady and the Tramp. Jason got up and pulled my
chair out for me. I was sure that everyone's eyes were on us. This kind of thing
between two men just doesn't happen in the Midwest.
I sat down, blushing again. "You're cute when you blush," he
whispered in my ear. He pushed in my chair and then held out his hand. "Give me
the shorts," he said. When I didn't move, he added, "Now."
I reached into my pocket and pulled the crumpled boxer
briefs out and handed them to him. He sat them down on one of the empty chairs
and then pushed it in. You could still see it if you looked down under the
tablecloth. The waistband was visible.
He moved to the other empty seat so that we could sit side
by side. We shared the cheesecake. It was really good.
While we ate, Jason rested his hand on my thigh. My cock was hard and dripping
again. I could feel my jeans beginning to get damp. Once we were finished,
Jason called the waitress over and gave her his credit card. It took only a few
minutes for her to return. I noticed that dinner came to $120, and that Jason
left a nice tip.
On the way out of the restaurant, Jason threw my underwear
in the trash. I wanted to grab them out. I could only afford to go out with
Jason another eight times if he continued to throw my underwear away during
each date. At the car, he opened my door and helped me in before closing it and
running around to his side to get behind the wheel. He'd been a real gentleman
tonight. It took me a while to notice that we weren't going to the dorm. It
didn't really sink in until we pulled into a theater parking lot. I knew better
than to argue with him at this point. It wouldn't do any good. I would eventually
just do what he wanted.
The movie was one of those modern movies with superheroes in
tight costumes. It was good. I hadn't seen it yet. We sat in the back row, no
one else was back there. Jason bought popcorn and bottled water. While we were
watching the movie, he put his arm around my shoulders. I could feel his
fingers lightly stroking my neck. He leaned towards me and whispered in my ear,
"I think I really like you, boy."
Shivers ran up my spine as his right hand moved along my
thigh, his left hand squeezed my shoulder, and his lips touched my ears.
"I like you too, Jason," I replied.
His lips were still against my ear. Then he began kissing my
neck. I turned toward him, and our lips met. I had never kissed a boy before.
Hell, I'd only kissed a couple of girls before. It was nothing like this. I could
smell Jason's strange musky scent, a combination of whatever cologne he was
wearing and his natural body odor. But it was more than that. His lips felt so
good on mine. His tongue darted into my mouth and took possession of it. I felt
myself melting into him. I let him take charge. The thing about Jason is that he
didn't even ask; he just took charge, and I didn't resist. Jason excited me
more than anyone I had ever known before.
"Do you want to be my boy," he whispered.
"Yes," I moaned softly.
He continued, "I'll be your man, and you'll be my boy." He
moved his lips to my neck and bit down gently, like he was marking me, making
me his.
I don't remember all the details of the movie. We made out
throughout the film. At one point, he pulled my hand over to his crotch. I
could feel his erection, iron hard and throbbing beneath my fingers. He opened
the zipper on his pants. My fingers wormed their way inside his boxers. I
fished his cock out. It felt warm and silky smooth beneath my trembling
fingers. He pulled my head down lower. I knew what he wanted, but I'd never
done it before.
I heard him softly command, "Blow me. Put it in your mouth;
you know you want to."
Jason's musky aroma, that intriguing mixture of exotic
cologne and his own body scent, filled my nostrils and overwhelmed my senses.
Jason had put the armrest between our chairs up when we'd first started making
out, so I had little difficulty bending over his groin. I reached out my tongue
and was rewarded with his taste. I skinned back his foreskin and kissed the
moist head of his cock. It was soft and spongy. I opened my lips and took the
head into my mouth. He gasped a little as my teeth grazed his shaft. I opened
wider and tried to use my lips to cover my teeth. I couldn't take the whole
length into my mouth, no matter how many times I tried. I started to gag. I'd
never given a blowjob before and had no idea what I was doing. I was afraid
that I was really bad at it.
I could hear Jason's soothing voice. I hoped against hope
that no one could hear him. "Don't try to take it all yet. That will come
later. Just concentrate on the head and as much of the shaft as you can fit,"
he said.
I nodded and mumbled yes around his cock. I used one
hand to undo his belt to give myself more room to maneuver. Then I slid my left
hand under his sack, softly caressing his balls. I slid my right hand down and
began to massage my own throbbing penis through my jeans. I had just unbuttoned
one of the buttons on my jeans, when I felt Jason's hand on mine, pulling it up
to his muscled chest. "Wait," he said, "You'll cum later if you need it."
I moaned in frustration and applied myself with vigor,
giving all my attention to Jason's cock. I concentrated mostly on the head, but
I managed to slip about half the shaft into my throat at one point. Jason
moaned louder than I was moaning. I was sure that the couple in the next row could
hear him. They must have known what we were doing. I felt Jason's thighs begin
to tighten and his scrotum grew tighter. I felt his hands on my head, holding
me down, making sure that I couldn't pull away. He cried a little cry through
clenched jaws and said, "Don't swallow until I tell you to. I'm going to cum
now!"
Just as he finished saying it, he did it. My mouth flooded
with his spunk. I didn't think that mine tasted bad, but I had enjoyed it
mostly because of the taste of Jason I'd had from his boxers. On the other
hand, Jason's cum, fresh from the source so to speak, was delicious. At least I
thought so. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I felt a few drops
running down the corners of my mouth onto Jason's expensive pants.
When Jason finally stopped spurting into my mouth, he pulled
me off his cock and sat me up in the seat. "Open your mouth," he said, "And
stick out your tongue." I stuck my tongue out. It could barely be seen in the
light reflecting off the movie screen, but my tongue was coated with his seed.
I had to tilt my head back to keep the rest of it from spilling out. He took
his finger and wiped the cum off my cheeks and chin and put his finger in my mouth.
"Swallow now," he said. I swallowed it all, sucking his finger as I did so.
He pushed my head back down to his crotch. "Clean me up,
now," he said. Of course, I obeyed eagerly. I licked up and down his softening
shaft until I could find no more cum. Then I licked his pubic hair and his
balls, making sure to get every drop. When I was done, he whispered, "Put me
back in my pants." I gently pushed his cock back into his boxers, then fastened
his pants at the top and carefully zipped him back up.
I had just had sex for the first time in my life. I had
sucked my roommate's cock in a darkened theater. I felt a little embarrassed at
what I'd done. All my life, I'd been told that what I'd done was sinful, that
I'd be doomed to Hell. The only real regret I had was that I still hadn't cum.
My cock was still rock hard.
We watched the rest of the movie in silence. Jason
occasionally nuzzled my neck. His fingers continued to rub my thigh. He kept
getting close to my erection, but he never touched it. I tried move his hand to
my groin a couple of time, but he always pulled his hand away. "Later," he said.
"Good things come to those who wait."