Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2010 09:04:37 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "College Trance, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay College and Sci Fi/Fantasy

"College Trance, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay College and
                                            Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy



Oh joy, oh jumping cock, Patrick was zonked and he got chummy for
the first time as he put his tawny head on my shoulder and sagged
a little as I held him up.  That was great work, I was all over
him, arm around waist and hand on his firm ass.

I could hear him breathing loudly.  Shit, the boy was asleep.  My
little black box was a success, at least at this moment as I led
him to his bed.

Suddenly I got a nasty idea.  I smiled an evil smile and steadied
my jumping cock.  This was to be a change in sexual habits
between us.  Now sexy Patrick had been a taker of sex.  He'd
"allow" some queen to feast on his yummy prick and get off and
nod goodbye and be finished for the day.  He never flirted with
me except by just being so sexy and there.  If I ever got it on
with him, he's just offer his cock to suck.  That's not my style.
I'm no convenience, plumbing attachment for straight boys.

I decided to change all that.  Here was Patrick, deposited on his
belly on his rumpled Patrick smelling rumpled bed.  He was more
than sleeping.  He was in a deep trance.  It was now or never.  I
took his hips and pulled this up, then with my knee I pushed his
legs forward to support him.  Next I lifted him by the shoulders
and placed his arms so that his upper body was supported.  Then I
surveyed my work.  Oh he looked gorgeous, that long, smooth,
flawless back sloping down to his excellent perky ass.  An ass
now parted, showing his pale pink entry.  I swear it was kissing
air and beckoning me.

I began to sink into a trance of my own as my passion rose.  I
put my hands around his narrow waist and used the head of my hard
prick to knock on his rear door.  It opened.  I put my salesman's
foot inside (AKA prick head).  He sighed loudly.  It some part of
his brain he was happy with this.

Shit, I was huffing and puffing so hard, I was dizzy and almost
passing out with excitement.  Then WHOA! His ass pushed back and
I was halfway into a steaming, clutching tunnel.

"Oh Pat, I love this.  You are so hot.  I'm going to make you so
happy you will shoot buckets of cum."

On some level, he was with it.  His back was breaking out in
goose flesh and then a film of fine sweat that smelled
like...Patrick.

I was a out of it!  This things I said to him were outrageous.  I
told him how hot he was, that I loved him, that I wanted to breed
him.  All the while, my face screwed up in intense feeling as my
cock sawed away, vibrating with sensation.  Finally, he became
vocal.  I heard a deep bleat, like an organ stop.  This
continuous moaning.  This boy was drunk with being fucked.  I
wanted to make it hotter for him and I reached around and grabbed
his long cock.  It was dripping and covered with slippery pre
cum.  Using that lubricant I shagged him in time with my thrusts.
He was bleating, now, like a new born calf.  My hand was dripping
with his fluids but then his body stiffed and he shouted, "Oh
shit!" and he began shooting long, heavy streams of spooge.  The
pumping action made his ass hole clutch and unclutch and I headed
into a mindless ejaculation that half blacked me out.  I weakly
shot and shot and continued as I fell onto his sweaty back.  I
lay there, my prick still hard and impaled in his ass passage.

I think he began to come out of the TF induced trance as he shook
me off his back.  I slipped to my side next to him.  He turned so
we were facing each other.  I watched his face, a little fearful
of what reaction he would have.  He must just punch me out.  He
was powerful and could do a lot of damage.

Instead, he slowly broke into a grin.  "Good, huh?"

"Yeah," I said carefully, "The device worked."

"Fuck your device.  I've been waiting for months to figure a way
to get you into my ass."

"You mean..."

"Look Jeff, it's no miracle trancing device.  It's a broken
guitar tuner.  Throw it away."  Then he actually puffed out his
lips and kissed me.  Pulling away, he said, "You have the best
device ever invented, your fat cock."

"Wait Patrick, you mean you were faking?"

"Did that quart of cum look like faking?"

So amazing as it would have seemed just a week ago, manly Pat
became my fuck buddy and loved bottoming for me every day.  With
our sexual needs taken care of, we stopped seeking other partners
and even our grades improved.


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