There's no way in the world you under 18 year olds
might think that this is a story for you. Even if you
aren't gay you know what this is about and you
must leave the site NOW. Other of low moral
character, like the author, may stay.
I had never been in Boston before. I came to check out three colleges. I will be graduating high school soon, and I don't want to spend a lot of money sending a lot of applications. You know schools require a fee.
I had spent two days here and have visited the three. I have to think about the one to choose; meanwhile, today I am free. I mean to get into trouble and get into some nasty sex.
A gay kid I met at Harvard told me about this gay bar and I am on my way there right now. He said there weren't many gay bars, but this one gets the college crowd. While I am underage and can't order booze, he said that you can get soft drinks, and there were plenty of drugs being sold there.
When I was about a block away from the place, called The Locker Room, I passed a small dimly lit store. The name caught my attention, Scientific Toys. It was open since this was early afternoon. I cupped my hands and peered into the dusty window. I could make out a very short person, really a dwarf, who was dusting various interesting looking devices.
I pushed the door open and triggered a prerecorded message in an English accent. "Please come in, You are welcome to look around, if you break it, you pay for it."
I continued on into the store, smiling at the cute idea instead of chimes or bells. The dwarf was dressed in a leather vest and green pants. He must be planning to appear on stage in some kind of Irish story tonight.
His voice startled me. It was very high pitched and at the same time, gravely. "Hello Jeff. Take your time. I know you will find something useful."
"How did you know my name?"
He seemed embarrassed and turned bright red, then pulling himself together he said, "Er, I call everyone Jeff, especially the good looking boys."
Uh oh, a gay dwarf.
I moved slowly around the shop. Most of the stuff was ordinary, toys I had seen a hundred times. Then, on a high shelf was an interesting looking baseball cap. I sort of collect them. In fact, I was wearing a Yankee one right then. What attracted me was the word written on it, in glinting letters, "Power".
"How much is that cap?"
"It costs more than you can afford, but, if you want to trade for the one you are wearing, it's free."
I shrugged. "Okay." I picked it up and was surprised to see that inside the crown was a maze of fine wires and a small on/off switch.
"This isn't just a hat is it?" I asked.
"No you genius. What the fuck do you think I would have an ordinary hat here. This hat amplifies your thoughts to a high degree and the waves enter another person and they will act on your thought request."
"You think?" I said laughing. But it was such a crazy idea that I had to have the hat.
The trade was made and I left the shop.
The more I put distance between myself and the odd emporium, the more I thought that the dwarf was magical, and that this hat really could affect other's thoughts. I determined to try it out. Where would be the best place, ah yes, the baths.
Boston was not like New York at that time, New York had at least six hot baths, but there was one in Boston that was reputed to attract college guys. I was about to look for a drug store to use their directory, when right in front of me was the awning that proclaimed, "Boston Baths" not very imaginative. They could have called it Boston Baked Bean Baths. Oh well.
I entered the dim lobby. There was a cute boy, probably working here to get cash while attending one of the colleges hereabouts. I took off my cap, snapped the button to on, replaced the cap and approached the window that was like a bank teller's cage bars. Of course, the attendees checked their valuables so there must be lots of watches and wallets in the brown envelops filed in the pigeonholes behind.
As I got close, I could see that this boy was really cute. He had the typical college crew cut that was so popular now. He also had the square jock face with the five o'clock shadow. Very appealing, and when he smiled, that jock frown that they love to affect, vanished, as if the sun was coming out. His perfect teeth and full lips were boyish and appealing. He was blushing heavily and his voice shook a little as he asked me, "Roomette, or locker?" Oh shit, he must be reading my mind. The devil's contraption must work both ways. He knew I was admiring him, and he sensed that I was being turned on.
He handed me a towel, took my wallet and watch and assigned me to a large room, but only changed me for a roomette. "Thanks, I really appreciate that."
I hoped he would stop by the room. He said, "I'll stop by the room to see that you are okay." I think we were both sticking out in front from the excitement.
As I started to leave the window, he said softly, "I'm straight. I only work here for the money, but you are so hot."
Now confession time, I am not hot. I'm too skinny. My nose is too large for my face. My Mom says I'll grow into it, but I'd have to be seven feet tall and twice the weight to balance it. Oh yeah, my ears stick out. I do have a nice dick though, but few have seen it.
I got undressed in the room, put my clothes on the rusty hook. Gee this place is really deluxe. I through the towel over my shoulder and sat on the saggy bed trying to decide what to do next. Oh yes, I left my cap on, both switched on and on my head. I guess I looked ridiculous naked with a hat.
There was a small tap on the door. It was cute-stuff. "I guess someone to cover for me." He immediately reached out and put his arms around my thin shoulders and pressed his full mouth against mine."
We were both huffing and puffing around the kiss. "That's the first time I kissed a boy. I know you liked it. It got me so riled up I think I'm going to do something queer, although I basically disapprove of it. I can't help myself." His words tumbled over each other. The poor boy was beside himself. His slightly hairy jock chest was bright red with embarrassment.
I put my slim hands on his muscular shoulders and pushed him down to a kneeling position. He looked up at me with his pretty gray eyes under his heavy brows looking very troubled.
"Your dick looks good. It smells good. I have a hungry want to lick it."
"Be my guest sweetie. It'll just be between us. I'll never tell."
With a sigh of resignation, his pretty puffy lips closed around my cock. He was salivating with desire and that felt great. At first he just licked the head, but my beads of pre cum forming there hit his taste buds, then his brain, and he was lost in his own pleasure.
He wetly sucked the head in, then slowly swallowed the rest. His tongue was fluttering around the shaft and he seemed to open his throat and allowed the whole thing to go deeper. The poor boy gagged and gagged but like a good team player he persevered
His throat muscles milked me into a heavy cum. His eyes opened wide as he felt the beginnings of my spooging, but doggedly he swallowed everything I had saved up for three days. When he finished, he got back on his feet looking dazed. "Thanks so much."
"You are entirely welcome," I said, remembering my manners.
Still wobbly and confused over what he had done, he staggered back to his reception booth.
Well that first cum was nice, but I am never satisfied with only one. I am a pig for cum shots, so I folded my towel in half the long way to expose more of my lean body, tied it on the side and strode out to find the sauna. Oh yeah, there it was, just outside the locker area. I opened the door, there was a tableau to raise one's cock. A gorgeous Chinese boy was porking another large young guy who looked like a discus thrower.
As soon as I entered, I began to think, "Hey pretty golden tan boi, quit that guy and come over here. I can give you more with my hand than he can with his loose asshole. Sure enough, the Asian stopped mid fuck and turned to look at me. He whispered something in his partner's ear and disengaged. "Hey," the big white guy called out, "Don't leave me like this. I almost ready to cum."
The Chinese kid ignored him and approached me, a beautiful smile of approval of me. He must have been on the verge of shooting because his slim, deliciously curved cock was sort of leaping up and down.
I thought, and he read, "Come here my pretty. Let my educated hand bring you a lotus dream of release."
He was panting loudly and stood in front of me. Aloud he said, "Please, I will die if I don't get off. Help me please."
"Sure, we aim to please." I put my nice sauna warmed hand around his hot cock. He hissed in pleasure. I gently slid up and down, wiping his drooling head with my thumb with each stoke.
It didn't take long, soon his eyes rolled up, his lips parted in an ancient moan and his knees buckled. I held him up and his cock began to spew all over my chest. It felt really nice, but I'd have to shower afterward. Shit, the guy kept shooting. How do you turn off the tap? It seemed to weaken him so that he was totally out. I pulled him up onto the tile bench and spread him out to recover. I noticed, as I left, that the giant Olympian was licking his lips. I figured, reading his mind, that he was going to get even by fucking the recumbent flower of Asia. Prudently I slipped out.
The shower room was occupied by two guys, stroking each other, but when I came in and turned on the shower, being careful to keep my hat from getting wet, they both dropped each other's cocks and stared at me.
I suddenly realized that they were not just two guys, no, they were brothers, but not only brothers, but twins. What beauties of nature they were, short, about five feet five, curly blonde hair, muscular, like gymnasts, and big cocked. How convenient to have each other to help get off daily.
With my soap rinsed off I prepared to leave by tying my towel. Two pairs of hands untied it. One twin fell on his knees and took my soft cock in his sweet young mouth. In a moment I rose to the occasion and was breathing noisily. The other twin accessorized his brother's work. He played with my balls. Oh I am such a sucker for ball play, especially what he was doing right now, tickling the back side of the sac. Then as his intrepid brother sucked away, he attended to my nipples, licking tenderly, then hearing my cries of delight, he sucked harder and bit softly. That did it for me, I began delivering my cum into the kneeling brother. When I finished, he stood up and the boys shared the nectar. Oh, if only I could wrap them up and bring them back home.
They waved happily at me as I left. I was really knocked out and headed back to my room. I spread the towel under me and lay down. I was just drifting off to sleep when a soft knocking at the door awoke me.
I opened it and there stood my old friend, the storekeeper dwarf. He was dressed in the uniform of the place, a towel tied around him. Besides the towel, he had his peaked hat that he had worn in the shop. He sure was ugly, his small size, slight hunch back, big crocked nose and small glinting eyes.
He stepped into the room, saying nothing. Suddenly he looked different. Yes, he was small, but he suddenly seemed cute, and that nose, almost noble. He pulled off his towel. Oh that beautiful long curving cock, hard and shaking. Although part of me wanted to push him out the door, another part of me got back on the bed and got into a bottom position on my knees and elbows. Someone's voice croaked out, "Fuck me!" It was me.
He scrambled up into position and his big knob entered my virgin ass. I wept with anger and embarrassment, but soon his cock knob rubbed back and forth on my prostate. My cock was hard and oozing, I yipped with pleasure like a little girl. He slid all the way in and began fucking me like a stallion horse might. I hated myself, but I loved every thrust. He was cursing me as he fucked. "You little gay boy, you fag, you love being ass fucked don't you? You're going to pay for ravishing those boys. Oops, here comes my magic potion."
He reared up and began hosing my tender hole with a fire house of spooge. I howled and bucked and actually began shooting my sperm in pleasure. He had turned me into a girly bottom, but how?
Now he stood next to the bed and doffed his cap. I realized that it said "Power" on it, like mine. He turned it around so I could see all the wires inside. He giggled. Let me tell you, his giggle was very unpleasant, "Mine is twice the power yours. But now I must go. I'll just take yours with me for the next pretty boi."
I got dressed and went outside. I traced my steps to get back to the little store and punch that bastard out, but where the store had been was a small cigar store. I entered. An elderly lady looked at me. "You don't look like a cigar smoker," she said, and giggled. The sound of that giggle was reminiscent of my odious dwarf.
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