Introduction

This series of stories involves Alonzo and Erik, suitemates to Jason and Kieran. The relationship between them is different in many ways from the relationship between Jason and Kieran. Alonzo is superficially more experienced than Kieran (mostly through an active fantasy life, internet porn and a collection of sex toys. Erik is less experienced than Jason. The other difference is that Jason and Kieran are complements to one another in a way that Alonzo and Erik are not. This is less of a love story and more of a "friends with benefits" story that is moving in another direction. Alonzo fantasizes about rough sex and domination, but he's not a true submissive like Kieran.

Some of these chapters may get a little rougher than My Roommate the Alchemist. It also takes a little longer for the supernatural elements to come out, but they should be more obvious when they do. Finally, some of the backstory in Wishcraft may require you to read chapters of My Roommate the Alchemist.

I have written 5 chapters of this story so far. They will be published at the right point in the cycle, so new chapters may not appear weekly at first.

 

Wishcraft chapter 1 (Friends with Benefits)

This chapter begins before Alonzo met Jason and Kieran in "My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5." The action concludes before the pizza party in chapter 8.

I intended for folks to read My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5 then Wishcraft chapter 1, but it should be understandable if read alone or in either order.

Alonzo

I grew up in rural Texas. I chose a college in the Mid-West because it was far enough away from my mother that I'd would never have to look at her again. She'd always been strict with me, stricter than she was with my brothers or my sister. It all came to a head one afternoon, when she come into my room without knocking and saw more than she was expecting. I was sitting on my bed with one of my friends from the chorus at church, and we were kissing. That's it. We were kissing. She completely lost her mind. It's not like I was sucking his cock. I did that last Sunday after services.

She freaked out. She took her chancla off her foot and started beating him with it. She kept beating him with it until she chased him out of the house. I tried to stop her, but she turned on me. She beat me with that shoe until she drove me back up into my room. I should say that it was just a chancla, so it's not like it really hurt, at least not physically.

She kept hitting me with it, calling me some terrible names, names I didn't know she even knew, names like maricon, pinche fresa and tragaleche. She'd told me to wait in my room, that my father would be up to beat some sense into me when he got home.

She was disappointed when papa had refused to take her up on it. There was a screaming match to end all screaming matching downstairs. When papa came into my room, he looked down at me and said, "Your mama says that you're a faggot, boy. Are you?"

I'd been alternating between raging and crying for a couple of hours at that point. I was tired of denying who I was.

I replied meekly, "Yes, papa. I am."

I half expected papa to take of his bota or his belt and start hitting me, but he didn't. He sat down on the bed next to me and put his arm around me. He gave me a little hug.

"Don't think I'm happy about it, Lonnie," he said. "It's not an easy life ahead of you. I know you can't help it, not matter what Bishop Murillo says."

I looked up at my father. He was 6' 2" tall and 200 pounds of muscle. He towered over my own 5' 8" and 150 pounds. For years I'd longed to be able to tell my very macho father that I liked boys. I wasn't really afraid that he'd hit me. He'd seldom spanked me, even when I'd deserved it. I was afraid of losing his love.

"That's not what mama says," I whispered.

"No Lonnie, it isn't," papa said. "It's not just the church; it's all the other women in the neighborhood. She's afraid they'll look down on her for having a gay son. They all think it's the mother's fault when a boy is gay."

I looked into papa's eyes. His were serious. My own were brimming with tears. "She's never really loved me, you know," I said.

"She loves you, Lonnie," papa replied. "She's always known you were different. That's why she's tried to beat it out of you all these years. She doesn't even blame you. She blames me."

"Why would she blame you, papa," I asked. I was really confused now.

Papa sighed and said, "She blames me because my older brother was gay. She thinks my blood is cursed." Before I could say anything, papa chuckled and added, "Your mother's a total bitch, but I love her."

I was too shocked at hearing papa talk like that to laugh along with him. But the thing that nagged on me wasn't papa acknowledging that mama was a bitch. I said, "Tio Beto is gay?"

It didn't make sense. Tio Beto was a big, beefy man with five children. He played football! Papa laughed out loud.

"Not your Uncle Beto, Lonnie," he said. "Your uncle Chuy. His name was Arturo, but everyone called him Chuy or Chupapinga. You never met him. He killed himself before you were born."

"Don't worry too much about it, Lonnie," he added. "I just don't want you to end up the same way. Chuy tried to deny who he was. He even got married. A few months later, he was dead. He got drunk and stumbled onto the train tracks. I want you to be happy, not to drown in sadness like he did."

I threw my arms around papa and hugged him tight. "Thank you, papa," I said. Papa's body was so powerful and masculine. Hugging him felt much better than hugging boys my own age.

"I have bad news, chico," his dad said. "Your mother is afraid you will corrupt your brothers and sisters. She wants you out of the house."

My heart sank. I cried, "I don't want to leave, papa? Where will I go?"

"It's okay boy," he said, patting my back. I must have seemed frail and slight to him as he held me in his giant arms. "You'll be staying with my aunt Marisol. She won't care if you're gay. After that, we'll choose one of the colleges out of state. You can figure out who you are while you get yourself an education. Your mother will come around. I'll work on her while you're away."

And that was that. I was out of the house that night. I stayed with Tia Marisol the rest of the school year and all summer. Papa was right. She didn't care that I was gay. She even let Bobby spend the night a couple of times. Other than the fact that she thought she was a witch and kept trying to get me to help her cast spells, it was an awesome last summer. Papa came to see me a few times, but he never brought my brothers and sister. He was afraid to challenge mama on that front. Tia Marisol confided in me that she thought my mother was narrow minded, and that she'd never liked her.

In the fall, papa bought me a ticket for the Mid-West and sent me to a small college nestled in the foothills of the Appalachians. Tia Maria claimed to have done a spell and she said that her guardian spirit told her that it was the right place for me.

When I arrived, it was an eye-opening experience. The nearest town didn't have an airport, so I had to take a greyhound bus from the airport into town. The Mid-West was much whiter than El Paso and I saw more churches on the way than you would expect from a town this size. And it was so green that I couldn't see the horizon.

The dorm I was assigned was co-ed, but the woman and men had separate floors. I was at the far end of the third-floor corridor in a two-man room. The room was part of a suite of two rooms that shared a bathroom. It was better than sharing a common bathroom for the whole floor, but my suitemates and I would have to keep it clean.

I arrived Saturday morning, before my roommate, and had settled in fairly well. My family wasn't rich, but they had enough money to get by on. I didn't qualify for grants because papa made too much money, but I had been able to get some scholarship money and I had loans to pay for the rest. Papa had bought me a new laptop and had given me money to cover books, tuition, and modest living expenses. I'd be fine. I was just worried about fitting in. Tia Marisol had helped me look up the LGBT organizations on campus before I left and made me promise to look into a group called Pagan Traditions.

I was just coming into the building with a luggage trolley full of bags and boxes when I saw them leaving, obviously dressed for a run. Both guys were gorgeous. One was almost six feet tall, with skin like fresh milk and short hair like a coppery gold cap on his head. He was dressed in his running shoes and really skimpy shorts that left nothing to the imagination. His raging erection was pressing against those shorts. His friend was only about an inch taller. He looked Asian, with skin as dark as mine but with a golden undertone. His amber colored eyes were large but slanted slightly. His black hair fell straight to his collar. He wore black shorts and a t-shirt. He looked classy as well as gorgeous.

Both men were tall and muscular. It was easier to see on the one who was almost naked, but the other one's silken t-shirt clung to every plane of his muscled chest. They were both my type, tall and beautiful, but the Asian man seemed more masculine somehow. He had his arm around his friend's waist. As I walked past them, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the Asian man slip his hand inside his friend's shorts and work it down over his butt.

Alonzo made his way to the elevator and pushed the button for the 3^rd floor. Those guys were clearly into one another. If there were guys like that here, I thought, this college might not be the bible-beating hell I'd thought. Of course, I would probably see very little of them even if they were on my floor. They didn't look like the kind of guys who would hang out with a music nerd like me.

After unpacking my stuff and putting it away, I lay on my bunk thinking of those two hunks. I slid my hand over my crotch, feeling the swelling of my penis. It felt good. I imagined them kissing. They weren't kissing me; they were kissing each other. I slid my hand inside my jeans and adjusted my five inches, so they lay upright, the head pointing towards my navel. I started to massage the shaft. In my imagination, the two gorgeous hunks were moving on past kissing. Their pants were down, and they were stroking one another. I pressed harder. My underwear began to grow moist with precum.

I was just getting to the best part when I was interrupted by a key in the lock. I pulled my hand out of my pants and sat up. This put pressure on my penis, making it leak even more. The door opened and a guy I assumed was my roommate came in. He was shorter than I was, probably about five and a half feet tall. He was also thinner, at about 135 pounds. He had pale skin with a ruddy undertone and blond hair, the color of the sun. His eyes were green. I jumped up to help him with his bags.

After helping him put the bags on his bed, I held out my hand. "I'm Alonzo Ramos," I said. "From Texas."

The blond guy took my hand and gripped it hard. I could see that his arms were covered with thick golden hair, and that some golden hairs stuck out the top of his t-shirt. If this guy weren't smaller than me, he would be exactly my type.

"I'm Erik Rucker," he said, from Michigan.

 

Erik

My name is Erik Rucker and I'm from the Upper Peninsula in Michigan. I earned a full ride scholarship to this small college in the Appalachians because they were trying to expand on their STEM degrees, and I had already won several state and regional contests with my robot designs. It was an opportunity to study with a couple of very well-known engineers in the field who had accepted positions to help build the program. The campus was pretty, but it was in the middle of nowhere.

When I opened the door of my room, I spotted my roommate on his bed. He had a guilty expression on his face, and he was sitting a little tenderly. The twink must have been masturbating before I came in. Don't stop on my account, I thought.

He was about the prettiest boy I'd ever seen. His features were delicate, definitely more pretty than handsome. His eyes were large and dark brown. His skin was like a light caramel and his hair was deep brown with golden highlights, not the kind you can get from a bottle, but the natural kind. It hung almost to his collar in loose waves. I wanted him as soon as I saw him.

The boy jumped up to help me with my bags and boxes. We put them on the bed. I'd have to unpack them later. I checked out the boy's amazing bubble butt while he was working, and I promised myself that I would be tapping it before the year was over. I wanted to do it right then and there.

He turned and held out his hand. "I'm Alonzo Ramos," he said. "From Texas."

He had a little bit of an accent, but it sounded more Mexican American than Texan. I grabbed his hand and gave it a shake. I have to admit that I held it a little longer than I should have. His hand was soft and his grip was gentle.

"I'm Erik Rucker," I said, from Michigan. I'm pleased to meet you, Alonzo."

We chatted for a while, getting to know one another. He told me that he was studying music and told him about engineering. Turns out neither of us were into sports, although I told him that I would be spending some time in the weight room this quarter. He asked to feel my biceps, so I let him. He was obviously flirting in an open sort of way. That suited me just fine. I'd probably have him on his back before the end of the week.

I have to say that Alonzo was just about the perfect roommate for me. We could have been matched up by one of those computer dating services except for one problem. And it was my problem, not his. I'm a total top. I can suck a cock if I must and I tried taking a cock up my ass, but it was uncomfortable, and I didn't like it. I'm a total top, and I'm short. There was no way to sugar coat it. He was two inches taller me and little sturdier in his build. No one expects a tiny top. That's why I always put them on their backs or their stomachs). Then the height doesn't matter so much.

After getting to know each other for a while, we decided to go down to the dining hall to get some breakfast before they stopped serving. We'd barely left the room when we noticed them walking down the hallway towards us. They both looked sweaty, like they'd been exercising. One of them was a nearly naked redhead and the other looked Asian. The Asian man had his arm around his friend's waist, and the redhead looked especially rumpled. The front of his shorts was wet, and his lips looked swollen, like he'd just come from sucking dick. He also had hickeys all over his neck.

The redhead was totally my type. He wasn't as pretty in the face as Alonzo, but he had an expression that seemed boyish and a little lost. The Asian guy was gorgeous, but he looked too much like a top to me. It was clear that he was the man in their relationship and the redhead was his boy.

Some of our hallmates whooped and hooted, and one of them yelled, "Tap that ass, bro!" and gave the Asian man a high five.

Alonzo was breathing deeply and staring. I muttered, "Fuck me! That's hot."

To my surprise, the two came all the way to end of the hall and entered the room next to our own. Those two studs were our suitemates!

ALonzo and I looked at each other. Without words, we both came to the same decision. We ran into our room and shut the door. We looked at each other and began laughing.

He said, "I had no idea you were gay."

I smiled back at him and said, "I thought you were probably gay. No offense, but you look kind of gay. Not as gay as those guys, but ... you could be if you tried."

 

Alonzo

We laughed again. Erik sat down on my bed and looked across at me. His eyes were appraising me, and he was licking his lips. He's too short, I thought, but I didn't say it. He was pretty handsome, though. If he were a little taller, he could have walked off the cover of my favorite ebook, Viking's Prize. It was objectively terrible, but hot as hell. I could pretend he was taller and play poor little monk to his Viking raider.

Tia Marisol had told me all summer, "Just wish it hard enough, cariño, and it will come true."

If only, I thought. I'd wish Erik into a real Viking who would savage me the way Einar Ironblood did to Pedro Salazar in the book.

I wondered if the rest of Erik's body was as hairy as his arms. I hoped so.

Erik broke the uncomfortable silence that had begun to grow between us. "Those two guys," he said, "Are going to be sharing a bathroom with us this year."

"I know," I replied with a smile.

I thought for a moment, bit my lip in indecision, then made up my mind to just put it all out there.

I said, "I saw them this morning when I was moving in. I was lying on my bed, starting to masturbate when you came in."

"I thought you looked guilty, when I came in," Erik replied. He thought for a minute and decided to be daring. "Since we're both gay, we can – you know – masturbate now." He was looking me in the eye with an unflinching gaze.

I said nothing. I averted my eyes and took a deep breath. This was a big step. I thought, I'm going to be rooming with this guy all year. What if we do this and then it gets weird.

Erik continued, "We can just forget it, if you want."

"No," I mumbled.

He looked up and smiled. "Let's do it!" he said.

We stood up and dropped our pants. I had to wiggle out of my too-tight jeans, while Erik just dropped his sweatpants and underwear. He's a bit of a slob, I thought. But I wasn't sure I cared.

We were almost a matched set in the dick department, both comfortably average at a little over five inches. We were both already hard.

We scooted up on the bed and sat next to each other. We began to slowly stroke our cocks. Erik kept looking at my legs. I thought they were a little hairy, not as hairy as his, covered in that thick mat of golden blond hair. I thought his were sexy. I kept thinking of the redhead next door, how he'd obviously shaved for his boyfriend. Maybe I should shave mine, I thought, but then corrected myself. Erik was not my boyfriend.

 

Erik

Alonzo's legs were covered in a very light dusting of hair. I'm going to get him to let me shave him this semester, I thought. I put my hand under his chin and forced his gaze up. I looked at his delicate features. I noticed he was biting his lip. That's fucking cute as hell! I thought. Then I thought about kissing him, crushing those pouting lips with my own.

"You're cuter than that redhead, you know," I said.

Alonzo drew his face up my cock. "You're sweet," he said. "But you're lying."

"No, I'm not," I said. "He's got a certain lost little boy with his eyes caught in a headlight look, but you're pretty enough to be a model." Pretty enough to be porn model, lying on his back with his legs over his shoulders, I thought.

I noticed that Alonzo kept his bush trimmed close. I thought that his balls looked shaved as well. I wished I could see his asshole. Cocks are nice, but I was a total ass man.

Alonzo's leg moved closer to mine and his foot rubbed against my hairy leg. I noticed that he was staring at my cock. I scooted next to him on the bed. I reached out and took his hand and moved it over to my own cock. "You can jack mine, if you want to," I said.

Alonzo dropped his own cock and took hold of mine. He pumped it slowly. He let his other hand move over to his own. He was stroking them both. He kept staring at my cock with his mouth open, like he wanted to lean over and take it into his mouth.

I leaned back and enjoyed the hand job I was getting from my sexy Latino roommate. I wanted more but decided not to press it. We had to live together for at least a semester. I didn't want to mess up our relationship by moving too quickly, like I had with Timmy Kravitz back home. The boy gave excellent blow jobs but freaked out once I'd fucked his ass. Nevermind that he'd been moaning the entire time I was plowing him.

Alonzo was good. His hands were soft, but firm. I felt that tingle beginning in my cock. I noticed that Alonzo seemed as ready as I was. He was timing it well.

I felt the orgasm before I saw it. My cock tightened. My balls clenched tight. My toes curled.

"Keep it up, you pretty little twink," I yelled. "I'm cumming!"

I erupted spraying my spunk all over my legs and his bed.

A moment later, Alonzo cried out, "Aaaah, fuck that feels good." He spewed all over his hand and the bed as well.

"You're good at that, bro," I said getting, up from the bed. I tried the bathroom door. It was locked from the inside.

"Shit," I said. I ran over to my desk and opened a box of tissues I'd put there. I cleaned myself up.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom downstairs and get some breakfast," I announced. "Do you want to join me?"

"Sure," Alonzo replied.

 

 

 

He stood up. I noticed that he had cum on both hands. I turned to grab clean underwear out of my suitcase. Alonzo quickly slurped both his and my cum off his hands. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I pulled the underwear I'd been wearing back on and pulled up my jeans.

We went down to the lobby, taking the stairs a couple at a time. After washing our hands in the common bathroom in the lobby, we made our way to the dining hall to get breakfast.

I looked at Alonzo and said, "You are still hungry, right?"

His face said it all. He realized that I'd seen him eating cum off his hands.

I nudged him in the ribs and laughed. "Did it taste good," I asked?

Alonzo shrugged like he knew it was no good lying. He said, "Yes. It did."

We ate together. The food wasn't great, but it was passable. Since I had a lot of things to do this morning, I told Alonzo I would see him later. Despite being a computer nerd, I had skipped a lot of chances to take care of things online. I had to go to the bookstore, and I was going to walk the campus and get to know where things were. Alonzo decided to go back up to our room and finish unpacking. I figured that he would do it later.

"Maybe you can help me, when I get back," I said.

 

Alonzo

Great! Alonzo thought. I'll go get my stuff stowed away now so I can help Erik with his later. I began to think that my roommate was probably lazy as well as a slob. He'd just thrown his dirty clothes on the floor by the closet, and he hadn't even tried to get his stuff unpacked. Since I was a neat freak, I'd probably be picking up after him all year.

On the way to our room, I stopped outside our suitemates' door. Maybe I'll just stop by and introduce myself, I thought. I only hesitated a moment before knocking.

A loud voice called out, "Come in. The door's not locked."

I opened the door and walked in.

"Hi," I said. "I ...." I trailed off, unable to take my eyes off what I was seeing. The slightly taller Asian man was still fully clothed, but the redhead was naked with his roommate's arm around his waist. Not only was he naked, but he also had a distinct handprint on his ass.

The fully clothed man acted like this was the most normal thing in the world. He held out his hand to me and said, "Hello, I'm Jason."

I stepped into the room and took his hand. His grip was as strong as Erik's. "I'm Alonzo Ramos," I said nervously. "I live next door."

Jason must have been feeling feisty. He turned his roommate around to face me.

"This is my boy, Kieran," he said.

My eyes dropped down to Kieran's hairless groin and throbbing erection. Did I just interrupt something, I thought? If so, it must have been pretty kinky, and this sexy redhead must have been really into it.

"Oh–okay," I said. My nerves were nearly frazzled by Kieran's nakedness, and my cock was trying to swell in the tight designer jeans I was wearing. I steeled myself and took it in stride. I looked up at Kieran and held out my hand. "Good to meet you, Kieran."

Jason gave me a sly smile. He looked like he enjoyed showing off his lover. "We're going to be suitemates all year, so we should probably get used to each other. Kieran and I are going shopping to pick up some things we need but when we get back, we should get together. I'll pick up some beer and we can order pizza." Jason stared deep into my eyes, like he was appraising me and my character. His voice took on a commanding tone. "I want you and your roommate to come over at 6:00 PM. Don't disappoint me."

"No sir," I replied. It was a little embarrassing that I'd called Jason sir. But it seemed right, somehow. I noticed his cologne. It was spicy and musky. It made me feel a little weak in the knees and downright horny.

"I mean. Sure thing. I'll let Eric know," I managed to stammer out. "We'll be there. I mean here." He gave me a knowing look, like he knew I was getting hot for him.

"We'll see you both then," Jason said. His tone made it clear that the visit was over, so I left in a hurry. My cock had become fully erect, and it was trying to rise in the confined space of my jeans. I tried, probably unsuccessfully, to hide it on the way out.

Once back in my room, I wasted no time. I locked the door, dropped my pants, and flung myself on my bed. My hand went to my cock, and I began to stroke it fast. I replayed the scene in my mind. Jason's handprint on Kieran's butt. Kieran's hairless body (what a body!) and pulsing erection. The way Jason was so clearly in charge. The way he called Kieran boy.

I groaned as my cock spilled its second load in about an hour. I didn't hesitate to lick it up this time. I wanted what Kieran had. I wanted Jason. If only Erik were taller, I mused, and bigger where it counts.

After cleaning myself up, I decided to continue unpacking my stuff. Feeling a little kinky, I did it in the nude. Not being as courageous as Kieran, I kept my bathrobe on the bed just in case Erik came back.

When I heard Erik's key in the lock, I threw the robe on. I'd finished unpacking a while ago and had been reorganizing my music on my computer. When Erik came in, he looked at me with a puzzled expression. He put his bags of books and other supplies on his bed.

 

Erik

I saw Alonzo standing nervously in his bathrobe. I wondered what he'd been doing while I was out. "When the door was locked, I assumed that you were masturbating," I said. "If you had been, I would have joined you."

 

 

 

Alonzo brushed of my comments. He even ignored the little waggle of the eyebrows I gave him. He seemed excited.

"I met our neighbors," he said.

"Our suitemates next door," I asked, suddenly even more interested.

"Yes," Alonzo answered. "And you won't believe what I saw in their room."

After telling the tale, I made him go back and answer some questions and repeat the details. I was especially interested in all the little details of Jason's dominance over Kieran. I knew that I had a hungry look in my eyes. I shifted my gaze to Alonzo's bathrobe.

"I'll bet you were in here working naked, just like Kieran," I said.

"No," Alonzo said, perhaps too quickly. "I was going to get into the shower when I heard you at the door."

"Sure," I said, not believing him for a minute. "But if you do want to walk around naked in our room, I won't object."

Alonzo blushed and said, "I don't think I'll be doing that."

I stepped up to him and pulled on the belt of his robe, allowing it to fall open. I leaned in, grabbed Alonzo by the shoulders and drew him down for a kiss. I crushed my lips against Alonzo's kissable mouth and thrust my tongue inside. Alonzo allowed me to take control. He didn't resist. He welcomed my tongue. He eagerly swallowed my saliva.

I pushed the robe from Alonzo's shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. Alonzo now stood naked in front of me, while I was fully clothed. There was no hiding the fact that Alonzo was erect. I kissed him again and slid my hands down his back. When I got to his bubble butt, I grabbed it firmly and pulled him close.

Alonzo allowed me to maneuver him towards the bed. I fell on top of him and pressed his legs open with my knees. I bit his lips and then rolled us over so they I was on the bottom. I used my hands to slowly push Alonzo's pretty face lower, down my abdomen, all the way to my groin. Alonzo didn't hesitate.

 

 

 

 

 

He took my raging cock into his mouth and began to suck gently. He must have had some experience. I never felt his teeth and he was able to take it all the way into his throat.

 

Alonzo

Erik's cock was pleasant, although a little funky. He hadn't showered after his long plane flight and bus ride. He also hadn't cleaned all the cum off his cock and balls after our masturbation session earlier today. Amazingly enough, the funk didn't bother me. In fact, I thought it had an interesting taste. I wished I hadn't made Bobby shower before I blew him all those times back home. I was so fastidious that I had expected to gag on a dick that wasn't freshly washed.

Erik wasn't gentle. He alternated between grabbing my hair and pulling my head off his dick so he could smack me in the face with it.

"I'm getting close, you cum guzzling bitch!" Erik yelled as he pulled me forcefully onto his dick again.

I didn't take offense at Erik's words. They resonated with my own fantasy about being raped by Vikings. Being called a bitch, a whore, a slut, a cocksucker, it all excited me and made me harder. I tried to stroke myself while I was sucking on Erik's cock, but Erik kept taking my hands and pulling them up to his chest and abdomen. He may have been short; he may have weighed only 135 pounds; but what muscle he had was rock hard.

"I'm cumming, you dick-licking faggot!" he yelled. "You'd better drink it all!"

Erik's cock erupted and blasted wave after wave of cum into my eager mouth. I swallowed it greedily. Then I licked Erik's cock and balls to get anything I'd missed. Erik's cum had a nice taste, but it was the rough way he treated me and the names he called me that really turned me on.

"That was great!" Erik said. "You're the best roommate any could have."

I rolled over and continued to stroke my own cock. I was hoping that Erik would take the hint and suck me off now, but he didn't. He just watched me.

"We'll be doing that a lot," Erik said. Then he nudged me with his foot. "Get up and straddle my legs. Keep stroking. When you cum, I want you to spray it all over my chest and then lick it off."

Erik is making a lot of assumptions, I thought. Still, I did what I was told. I straddled Eric's legs and stroked myself fast. I bounced a little on top of Erik's thin but muscular thighs and began to moan. When I came, it flew almost up to Erik's chin. I couldn't believe that I'd cum that hard since I'd already cum twice today.

When I finished, I bent down and licked my own cum from Erik's abdomen, chest and even his neck.

"Did you like that," Erik asked?

"Yes," I replied. "I liked it very much."

I slid off Erik's body and grabbed my robe, but Erik snatched it out of my hands.

"I saw that look in your eyes when you were talking about Kieran being naked in their room," he said. "Why don't you try staying naked for while here in our room. I promise that I won't smack your pretty ass – unless you want me to."

"What the hell?" I said in return and shrugged my shoulders. I got up and looked at the mess in the room. Erik had unpacked nothing so far. "I may as well help you unpack."

"You're too good to me," Erik said as he was getting up.

That's damn right, I thought. I'm not your servant.

Then I thought, but I am sort of cleaning your house while fully naked. That's even less than Pedro Salazar was forced to wear in The Viking's Prize. I noticed that my cock was swelling. Maybe it knew something I didn't. At least Einar Ironblood sucked Pablo's cock after they swore oaths to each other.

We worked like that until it was almost time for us to get ready to go next door for pizza and beer. I worked naked and Erik mostly lay around fully clothed, telling me where to put things. It should have made me mad, but it didn't. Even though I'd now cum three times in one day, I spent the next hour half-hard.

When I had finished cleaning and putting Erik's stuff away. I grabbed my stuff to go take a shower. I felt Erik behind me. His arms went around my waist, and he bit my neck. He smacked my ass, and my cock sprang to full erection.

"Is your ass clean?" he asked.

Oh no you don't! I thought. No one had been inside me yet and I wanted the whole romantic thing with roses and dinner and dancing.

"Sorry," I said. "It's not."

Why didn't I say, "Back off. We're not there yet?" This wasn't what I wanted, was it? Erik wasn't asking. He was planning on taking what he wanted, just like my fantasy Viking did in the book."

"Not a problem," he said. He held a condom in front of my face. "If you don't want me to fuck you, just say so. If you do want me to give you the best fuck you've ever had, take this and put it on me."

I looked at the condom. Did I want this? I thought. Am I upset that Erik is assuming that we're going to fuck? Or am I upset that he isn't just shoving me face down on the bed and fucking me without asking?"

I took the condom from his hand. Then I turned around and opened it with my teeth, looking into Erik's eyes the whole time. I was trying to act like a wanton slutboy. From Erik's expression, he was buying it. Inside I was a little frightened. This was going to be my first time.

I knelt before him and worked the condom over Erik's hard cock. For the first time since we'd met, I was glad that Erik didn't have a monster size cock. It looked plenty big enough for my first time.

I'd fantasized about this moment for years. I'd had a variety of small objects up my butt while masturbating over the years, candles, the handles of hairbrushes, carrots, cucumber, etc... But I'd never had the real thing. Bobby wouldn't even stick a finger up my butt. (I thought that he would have preferred me to stick mine up him).

Erik pushed me back onto the bed so that I was face down. He was kneading the cheeks of my ass. It felt good. Suddenly he stopped.

"I need to know that you really want me to do this," he said. "I had a regular buddy back in high school who would blow me after school. One day I fucked him. He was moaning like crazy, and he was clearly enjoying himself. After we fucked, he started avoiding me. I don't want that to happy here. Your ass is amazing. I get boned every time I see you wiggling it around. I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight. But I don't want to get into some serious drama after we fuck."

I looked over my shoulder. He looked kind of anxious, and sweet. And he seemed hooked on my ass. He wasn't my dream guy, but he was like a miniature version of him.

I said, "I want you to fuck me, papi." And I realized that it was true.

I felt his fingers sliding between my cheeks and along my hole. They were cold and slippery. Bless the boy, I thought. He remembered the lube.

Erik's fingers weren't very romantic. He wasn't trying to get me aroused. Like the engineer he was, he was going about the task of getting my ass ready for his dick with brutal efficiency. When he'd finished, he lined up and shoved his cock in my ass. I wanted to scream a little because it hurt like hell, but I didn't. For the second time I was glad that his cock was average size.

"Ye-e-e-s!" I yelled through gritted teeth. I was grimacing with the pain, but I didn't want him to know. "Do me, papi. I want you inside me!"

Erik started rabbit fucking me, slamming his hips against my ass repeatedly. Occasionally, he managed to hit my prostate, sending a quiver of pleasure through my ass and up my spine. It wasn't frequent enough to make me cum, but it felt good.

I felt his hands on me, turning me over without taking his cock out.

"I want to see your face while I'm fucking you," he said.

He leaned down and kissed me. It was a bit of a stretch for him because I was a couple of inches taller than him. Not a lot, but that maneuver works best if the top is at least a little bit taller than his bottom.

"Your face is almost too pretty for a boy," he added.

Damn, he knows how to sweettalk me, I thought.

Erik lifter my hips and began to power fuck me. His strokes were as long as he could make them.

I said, "I like your face too."

It was true. He wasn't as pretty as Kieran, or as sexy as Jason, but his features had a masculine sharpness that you don't always see on little guys.

"Beat your dick while I'm pounding you," he said.

Not as good as you doing it for me, I thought. But I took hold of my erection and began to stroke it. I was going to have to train this boy to be a little more responsive to his bottom's needs.

Erik was hitting my prostate more often in this position. I could feel the tingling in my dick that told me I was getting close. No matter how many things I shoved in my butt while masturbating at home, I'd been unable to get them into the right position to hit the spot. This was definitely an improvement.

My balls began to tighten, and my asshole began to clench around Erik's cock. Erik started the rabbit fuck again. When I came, I could feel my ass contracting along the length of his shaft. Cum exploded from my cock and flew up onto my chest.

Erik yelled, "I'm cumming. Take it you twinkie son of a bitch!"

From this position, I was able to see his face turn redder and his mouth to make a little O of ectasy.

Erik collapsed on top of me, still breathing hard. After we lay there for a few minutes, he rolled off me, without even kissing me. He stripped the soiled condom off his dick and threw it in the trashcan.

"You're an awesome lay," he said. "Come join me in the shower."

I followed him into the bathroom, and we climbed into the shower with him. We kissed a little as we cleaned ourselves. Somehow I ended up on my knees sucking his cock again.

Afterwards, we lay together naked on his bed and took a nap. Jason had set an alarm to get us up in time for our pizza party with the neighbors.

 

Chapters in the Alchemist Cycle

Here are the chapters of Alchemist Cycle in order they should be read. All can be found in the gay/sf-fantasy and gay/authoritarian sections of the NIFTY archive.

1.      My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 1

2.      My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 2

3.      My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 3

4.      My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 4

5.      My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 5

6.      Wishcraft chapter 1