"The Lust Beam, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy
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That means you are like the author who is a dummy when it comes to science.
"Jeffrey, dear boy, please drop what you are doing and come here at once."
That cultured voice was Professor Cockworthy, my thesis supervisor and boss, really, as I get paid a small salary to assist him in the lab.
His order to "drop what I was doing" required me to leave off from a very good wank and stuff my still needy cock in my pants.
"By Jove, I think I've got it!" He said, not realizing that it was a line from "My Fair Lady".
He had been in Neeley, my college for three months as a visiting professor. Almost the whole time he had been working with his idea that the Defense Department has bank rolled.
Up to this time I had no idea of what it was or how it worked, but I knew that at last he was ready to devulge it.
His pipe tobacco teeth were stained below his large ginger moustache as he smiled in triumph, and held aloft a device that looked like a 1940's Boom Box.
"This is it. This is my marvelous contribution to the art of war, or more precisely winning wars bloodlessly."
"It looks like a radio."
He frown at me. "Egad this is the greatest discovery since gun powder."
He commenced to give me a quick explanation of the purpose of the "radio".
"One turns on this knob and whilst it warms up, one directs the sound beam toward the enemy."
"It annoys him so much he surrenders?"
"Don't be flippant laddie. It produces a strong change in the person's sexual focus and makes him supremely randy."
"You mean he gets a hard on?"
"Well yes, to put it crudely, but it's not the lust that overtakes him, that lasts only a short time, but it's the chagrin after ward that renders him unable to continue fighting."
I looked at him doubtfully. You mean he'll be too embarrassed to fight?" . "Exactly. Well, I respect your doubts but we are going to find out its effectiveness, or more accurately, you are going to test it."
I sighed resignedly as the was the forth device that I tested and I expected this was NG as well. He handed me the bulky boom box and I grasped the handle and left the lab swinging it feeling like a 1940's swing kid.
I decided to try it out in the Science Room of the Main Library. That was appropriate, I thought. This crazy idea straight from "Midsummer's Night Dream" was too stupid to waste my time, but orders are orders.
The science reading room was empty except for one student. As I neared him I realized it was Norman. Norman was a genius in science but a washout socially. Perhaps it was his thick glasses and long rangy body that was a turnoff, or his donkey laugh.
"Watcha got there Jeff. You can't play that in here,," he was such a goody goody.
"I thought you might want to cut a rug."
He hee hawed in his ass laugh and I cringed.
"I'll turn it on at very low volume."
"Okay, but stay on the other side of the table."
He always acted as if he believed I would attack and rape him. As if.
I turned the knob. A low hum was emitted and Norman looked up with interest. His hands dropped the heavy book he was reading and went directly to his lap.
"O o-o-o," he intoned and got up and came around to my side. I was flinching and trying to shrink myself in my seat. I saw that his pants were out like a pyramid in the crotch area. Now I not only have no interest sexually in this lanky boy but my feelings were closer to avoidance. So as he came closer, his eyes narrowed and his mouth set in a silly grin, his tongue tip out I jumped up and loped away from this ardent boy. But just as I was near the exit I stopped and looked back. He was back sitting and his head was in his hand.
"Bye Norman," I called, breaking all Library protocol that elicited 'shushs' from somewhere.
"I am so sorry. Come back. I had a momentary madness. Please forgive me and..." the next words firm: "Don't ever tell anyone!"
So far the professor was right. There was the quick rush of lust followed by deep regrets. But forward and on ward to more testing. I decided to try the locker room in the men's athletic wing. It must be full of real men who would rather commit suicide than touch a man.
The locker room odor assailed my nostrils as I entered. Yummy, big feet, old jockstraps and hairy pits. They should bottle that.
I spied a naked boy sitting on the bench in front of his locker, bending down to put on his socks. He was a big blond fellow, nice back with two large dimples above his ample backside. A footie I guessed. He turned and saw me. Oh shit, it was Tom Noonan, the star quarterback. I know he was a notorious gay hater. This was dangerous ground.
"No queers allowed here," he said in his growly basso voice. He stood up to his six feet four inch height, his reddish crew cut hair gleaming from the overhead light. His chest was planked with heavy muscle and his potent prick dangled below, almost as a dare to touch and get one's features made unrecognizable.
As I got closer his ham hands went into a fight mode but then he saw my "radio".
"Oh, my Dad has one of those. Why are you carrying it? Some queer reason?"
"No most esteemed jock, this is a device engineered by Professor Cockworthy."
"Yeah?" he said with interest. "Is it a time machine. If so I want to know how Saturday's game is going to come out. Turn it on."
"You sure?"
"If I say something I mean it. Don't ask me if I am sure."
But as the last word was out I pointed the antenna at him and apparently it was still warm and went to action right away.
Tom's face, usually set in a belligerent mold to scare the other team, relaxed and looked almost boyish. You know he was kinda cute and that hairless, pink baby skin that covered his muscular body was quite nice. I got a stiffy, but looking down at Tom's prick mine seemed like a Botticelli.
He was smiling. He had excellent, large, white teeth and believe it or not, cute dimples. I was warming up to his boy, but he was more than warming up to me.
"You are one hot boi," he said reverently and put a large hand on my shoulder. "I've always admired you. You're so handsome. Take out your dick, let me see it."
I stood transfixed at this change in big Tom. My inaction produced, in this hasty boy, an immediately response. He pulled my short and underwear d own in one motion and fell to his big knees and put his face in my crotch.
Yipes he had a hot breath and his big pink tongue whipped out and passed over my already inflamed member. He put his strong arms around my legs and held me fast as he slurped and sucked and I moaned and bucked.
It was a duet of cooperation.
I am a pretty fast cummer but this onslaught brought me to climax in less than a minute. I put both my hands over his nice ears and let it rip, my ejaculation that is. He manfully took it all, just like the coach would order. But then...
But then he squawked loudly and stood up, he moutj dripping with my spooge. Successively he turned very red faced and chest also, next he began blubbering like a baby.
"Oh shit! What have I done. I turned queer." He was blubbering and tears ran out of his pretty eyes.
I reached out to pat his cheek to comfort him but my hand was grabbed in a vice like grip. He warned me never to touch him. In fact, never to come within six feet of him and "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will kill you and all of your family.
Well in spite of the unhappy ending my work was done here. Where to go for the final test? A thought kept flitting around my head. Dare I?
All this was about my roommate Perry. More about him in Chapter Two.
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