++++Oh shit, you all look so cute, but unfortunately you under 18's have to go...and right now. If you are over 18 and you like Star Wars, be warned....I know Star Wars, and this is no Star Wars. Be get strapped in and get your rockets primed, we're taking off....
Dr. Comstock Needlehoff was a queer duck, no not that way, I should have said eccentric. I mean, he'd forget to wear socks and often his shoes didn't match, but the professor of science at my college was brilliant and innovative enough to make up for all his personal failings. The college was lucky to have him, and I, Dudley (don't call me Dud) was lucky at nineteen to be his assistant.
He has made many valuable discoveries that have brought fame and money to the college. He wants nothing out of it, just a place to do his work and a new assistant every four years as they graduate and get great positions in industry mainly because their resume has his name on it.
Yeah I'm nineteen. How can I describe myself? I know, a sexy nerd. Well I'm tall and skinny with unruly brown hair that blocks my eyeglasses at times. My face is okay, nose a little long, but I have good teeth and a nice pink, full mouth. Oh yes, I'm gay, not that I can prove it, my love life is very unsuccessful. College boys want jocks and next musicians. I'm neither, so I have learned to be the world's expert wanker. There is no technique or device known to man that I haven't found and used. I didn't tell the professor, but I used his methods of trial and error and kept copious notes in a little book. Frankly I'm sick of jerking off. I want a man. And...I think I found the perfect one.
His name is Jack Strong. Shit, just the name gets me hard. He occasionally helps out here at the lab for extra credit. He's no science genius like me, the professor uses him for heavy work, you know moving heavy equipment and washing lab glassware etc. It is a sight to behold to see Jacks muscles bulging when he moves a heavy cabinet. I get so weak I have to go outside and take deep breaths.
Sound nice, huh, a hung right in the same place where I put in time. Yeah sure, but Jack...let me put it this way, if you look up heterosexual in the dictionary, you'll find Jack's picture there. He is so straight you could use him for drawing perfectly straight lines. Jack also is never wanting for girls. He doesn't even try, they love him and offer themselves to him and he just drops trou and fucks whenever he wants. This boy is spoiled rotten sexually. But I think he deserves it. He is deliciously dumb and deliciously sexy and gorgeous. What a combination. You want to just kiss him on his luscious lips just for being on this world.
Has he ever shown any interest in me? Well, he thinks I'm real smart and allows me to help him sometimes on his advanced trig problems. I do it because I enjoy putting our heads together and dreaming it was our little heads. Other than that, he probable feels sorry for me because I don't ever have a date. I have to say that he is a nice boy, even sweet, there is no a bad bone in his body...wait a minute, perhaps I should rephrase that, he does have a bad-boy cock, I saw I last week at the gym.
I had reached the point of hardening myself (another poor choice of words) and trying to forget him and the fantasies I have about Jack naked begging me to fuck his ass. It'll never be. At least I thought so until the professor asked me to type his latest notes. The title, "Gender Preference Alteration in Young Heterosexual Men". Immeidately I thought of one particular man whose preference I would like to alter in favor of me.
The brilliant, but half nuts doctor had developed an elixir that was tasteless and odorless and can be drunk with ordinary water without changing it's color or taste. For instance in our bottled water stand in the work area that the prof never used but jock-face used constantly because he was always sweaty and hot. Yeah, he was hot even when he wasn't sweating.
I worked in the lab and produced a batch of the stuff. I didn't try it out on myself, shit, I don't want to become any gayer or I'd be waggling my ass at the gay disco.
I added it to the water bottle on top of the stand. It bubbled noisily hinting that it was in on the plan. Jack came in and first thing he did was to take a paper cup and drink three refills. When he finished, he looked at me a moment. "How ya doing Dudley?"
Now that was the first time he ever did that. I decided that he was falling in love with me and tonight was fuck night. But after hitching his package, a habit he had always done and I suppose enjoyed, he called out to a girl waiting for him outside on the steps.
Oh well, Edison tried many times to develop the light bulb. Then something funny happened. Jack came back in. "Hey Dudley, do you think I ought to shave every day. She, meaning the girl who had just left, thinks it rubs on her inner thighs and produces a rash. Think about it fellow and give me your advice, huh."
I was going to ask him to rub it on my inner thighs....just as a test, you know, but instead I came over to him and said, "Jack, let me rub your cheek and see how rough it is."
He seemed reluctant, you know how straights are, everything short of spitting is gayish, but he submitted....and I think he liked my application of a warm hand stroking his check. I think I heard a murmur of pleasure as I did it. I admit I over did it, but it was just great and my cock was trying to break out of my pants while I did it.
"I, eh, maybe you ought to shave. It feels nice, but maybe the first day it's just growing in and it could rough up a girl's upper leg, any leg for that matter."
Again he put his head on the side and glanced at me through slitted eyes, not so slitted that his bright blue ones sparkled through.
"Whew, I'm thirsty today," Jack said a few minutes later after taking the trash out."
"Here use this big tumbler and have a real drink instead of that little paper cup."
"Good idea pal."
Oh my, pal, well I really don't want to be his pal, I would rather be his seducer, but I'll take that as an improvement in our relationship.
The next time, just about when Jack and I were closing lab for the night. That meant that Jack straightened the chairs and I locked the door. Somewhat unequal labor, but he had more muscles. Incidentally, his muscles were really showing today as he was wearing a yellow wife beater, pretty much like the kind you'd see in the gay bars. I wonder where he got it, but he solved the question. "I usually wear this for wrestling but it seemed warm today so I wore it as a regular top. You like it?"
If that wasn't enough surprises, young Frankenstein invited me to see the changes he had made in his apartment. Jack came from the Chicago Strongs and he they had plenty of money to put their loved son off-campus digs in the best building in town. I had been there once. I helped him with his year end report. The place was typical of a sloppy jock. You know, unmatched socks strewn around, bed hadn't been made since the first day, and beer cans, maybe five hundred, all over the place. He shoved some stuff off a table and wiped his laptop with his sleeve and we sat down.
Well tonight I walked in to a completely changed apartment. He had purchased bookcases, and grouped the books by the color of their binding. (What an idea for the Library of Congress). He had storage cabinets, neatly filled with his college work. Everything was put away. A nice throw rug was on the floor and..."Do you like the coordinating of the bed spread and the curtains. I just hung them today in honor of your visit. Would you like some tea?"
"No tea. You got a beer?"
"Oh that nasty stuff. There may be a bottle left in the frig, but I really want to talk seriously to you Dudley."
"Sure, you need help on some report?"
"No, it's very personal. Now dear friend, I have been seeing you almost daily and I've kinda got a crush on you. In fact, at night I find that I think about you a lot. There is only one way for me to really get to know you."
"What's that Jack, you are really coming on strong, HAHA.?
He got up and came over to me. He stood so close that his eyes seemed to be running together at the corners. I missed Jack's usual sweaty odor. The new Jack smelled limey, with a top note of lily of the valley.
"I want to undress you and perform oral sex on you. Please don't say no. Here let me help you reveal that slim beautiful hairless body."
I was in a daze as he opened my shirt. "Lift your legs one at a time," he said sweetly, "So I can take your shoes and socks off."
Off came my pants then. I stood there in my blue briefs. He stared at my pouch. He put out his big hand used to catch footballs and caught my package and hefted it reverently then boldly as he rubbed it. I had dreamed of doing him, but this was pretty good. My trusty prick rose to the occasion thinking that it was one of those wankings coming.
Poor Jack was huffing and puffing and almost passing out from excitement. A line of drool rolled down out of the side of his mouth. His face was red. But his undressing skills, learned from stripping girls was fully in tack and he pulled down my under shorts and gasped in wonder at my slowly rising dick. "It's so beautiful," he gushed. "My I lick it?"
Do you think a smart boi like me is going to say ":NO". I answered, "Sure, if you want."
Yeah, he put out his nice strong pink tongue and licked the head. A drop of anticipatory spooge leaked out and he licked that with an epicurean sensibility. I was getting a little dizzy, especially seeing his lips, the lips I had dreamed of, pursed and ready to take my organ into his mouth. My organ hinted it was ready but nudging his hot lips and he took the cheeky advance and put his warm lips around the top of my dick. Oh the feeling. His lips were not slack, they had the muscularity of a jock in the nature of a hungry gay whore. The combination was heady. "Yeah Jack, don't be shy, get with it. Take my cock deeper and suck harder. I need a cum badly."
He seemed to swoon at my rough words and his eyes closed in ecstasy. Now Jack had slobbered over many a clit. He knew tongue action and his talent did not desert him just because it was a big ol' cock in his mouth. No, my boy gave it the college athlete's try. He moved up and down with enthusiasm. He bobbed and licked and swirled and hummed. I hadn't had a blow job since I was sixteen and that tepid suck couldn't compare with this Tiffany of vacuuming I was getting.
I began to moan like a wild animal and that encouraged him to suck faster and harder. Then he must have sensed that I couldn't take more and that I was going to orgasm in a minute. He moved my cock to the side of his mouth so he could communicate and he looked up at me with his glinting blue eyes. "Please Dudley come in my mouth."
Who was I to deny the boy his request. Besides it was in keeping with the neatness of the apartment, not to cum on the new throw rug. I relaxed my body and let it happen. Whoa, this was a good one. I shivered all over and thrust and moaned like I was possessed. When the moment came to shoot, I howled and beat my hands against his chest. Then I gave in. I must have shot six times, and six good ones, not little piddling dribbles. It left me weak and panting.
Jack hugged me. "Oh you were so wonderful."
Then I felt a little guilty. "Eh Jack. I guess I was a little selfish," pointing to his crotch.
In an embarrassed voice he told me not to worry that he came in his pants when I came.
Well there was not much more planned for the evening so I said my goodbyes and dodged his attempt to kiss me.
He came into the lab the next morning with a bunch of wild flowers he had picked on the way. Lucky no one saw this. I put them in a beaker and hoped I hadn't contaminated some experiment. Lucky the professor was in Washington, D.C. presenting a paper.
I sat down to work and Jack stood staring at me. It was a little unnerving. Finally I asked him if he was already.
"I'm good but I have another favor to ask you. My ass needs attention."
I was going to tell him to go to the infirmary, but I knew what he meant. No use beating around the bush. "Jack, are you asking me to fuck you. If you are, the answer is yes."
He giggled girlishly, took a big drinky of the special water and dropped his pants and shook his excellent ass at me. "Impale me you lovely boy," he implored.
"Get naked and lean over the desk."
He did, his ass shaking. And what an ass. It's not one of those perky kid's ass, it's a big one, muscular and perfectly shaped with dimples on each cheek. It fuzzy and his ass hole has a ring of light brown hair around it. His ass hole was kissing the air. This boy wanted to be fucked in the worst way, or rather the best way. I was up to the challenge. I got undress in less than the speed of light and started out by playing with my target. I stroked those warm fuzzy pear halves. I squeezed them. He was hiccupping in pleasure. Saying "Yeah" to my every move. I stroked the area between his ass cheeks and then tickled his puckering ass hole. I was having fun, he was almost going into a stroke.
"Please Dudley, sir, please put your noble cock in my hole and make me cry out in pleasure."
Shit, he sounded like someone from a Victoria sex novel. But it was time. I put the head of my cock into his hole. In a moment his hole sucked me in and I started moving into his steaming innards. Oh this was good. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I was falling in love with this ass hole. At least my cock was.
"Please don't be gentle. Push me with your weapon."
Oh, Victorian again. But whatever the era, his request was plane. I moved in quickly. Oh, that felt good. I pulled out reluctantly and then slammed in again. He cried out with each maneuver. Time to really throw the blocks to him. He was my monster. I created him. I am....Dr.Frankenstein. I began pumping rapidly, grunting like a pig. He loved it. I grabbed his big cock and wrapped my hand around it and shagged it in the same rhythm as my fucking. We were like one fuck machine, in perfect sync. He was breathing so hard I think is blacked out a few times. As for me, I was out of reality, spinning amongst the planets out there.
Nothing that intense can last. With one hard push I began coating his large intestine with my sperm and his cock began spewing around my fingers as he delivered the spooge his balls had been holding for over a week.
When we finished he thanked me. "Does that mean, are we....sort of engaged,"
I told him that he can call it what we wants but we are certainly involved. He left giggling and excited. "It'll be a wedding. I look good in lavender. I know a wonderful chief who makes the loveliest canapes."
I got dressed. I dumped the water tank hoping it wouldn't affect the city water supply and then out in the ocean make all the fishies gay.
In a few days Jack with be straight again and will hardly remember his gay period. I would have to break if off with him. Even when the chemical wears off. He will always be just too gay for me.
End
I can think of many straight guys I knew in my life. What fun it would have been to slip some of the professor's elixir in their Bud.