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The Himbo Machine - Chapter Two
🕑 Added 2021-11-25 02:01:03 +0000 UTCI couldn’t stop thinking about those sex pills.
It had been almost a week since Professor Larkin’s party, and every morning I woke up craving another one of those pills. Or, if I want to be accurate, I woke up craving the release it gave me. No worries, no anxiety, just the utter confidence of a slutty cockhound.
It’s not like I wanted to be gay. If those pills came in ‘gay’ and ‘straight’, I’d pick straight every time. But who cared about distinctions like straight and gay anyhow? All I wanted was the feeling.
My computer let out a ‘whoosh!’ sound. An email leaving the outbox.
“That’s it!” I shouted through my bedroom door. “That’s the last fuckin’ essay.”
“Only for three weeks,” Eddie called back with a laugh. “You know, if you actually started your next essay now, you wouldn’t need to panic later.”
“Whatever man, I’m free. Don’t ruin it.”
I closed my laptop and cracked my aching back. Eddie was in our front room on the couch, a textbook open beside him.
“You busy?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m studying,” he said, playing on his phone.
“Okay, so I’ve been thinking a lot about last week,” I said, sitting down on one arm of the couch. He pivoted so we were facing each other, and gave me an interested look.
“Oh yeah?” he asked carefully. “Like you want to... try it again?”
“Yeah,” I said, relieved to finally say it out loud. “I wanna try it again.”
“Uh, unexpected,” Eddie said. “But yeah man, if you want to experiment with a dude, you know I’m into it.”
“No, that’s not what I mean,” I said with an eye roll. “I mean, I want to take one of Larkin’s pills again. Dude... it felt so good.”
“Damn, and here I thought you wanted to fuck,” Eddie laughed.
“I can tell,” I laughed. “Hey, if I can get my hands on those pills, I’ll probably want to fuck guys all the time. But who cares? It felt so natural and sexual... dude, if it always felt like that, I’d be gay no problem.”
“Way to tease a guy,” Eddie sighed. “But it’s a bad idea. You don’t want more of those pills.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just... look, Sam’s okay to work for, but I don’t know that it’s a good idea to be dependent on him, you know?”
“What’s that mean?”
“There’s this rumour,” Eddie said, glancing to the side like he expected someone to be listening. “It’s about Tyler, his boyfriend?”
“I remember him,” I laughed. “I sucked a dick with him.”
“Yeah... word at the lab is that he used to be a PhD student and Professor Larkin was his advisor. Then one day he drops out of school, makes some... severe fashion changes, and moves in with the Professor. He was a scientist, now he’s a yoga instructor.”
“Yeah,” I said wistfully. “A really happy yoga instructor. C’mon man, how is that a bad thing?”
“You’re not listening dude. Larkin... if these pills are real, they must be what he’s using to control Tyler. He’s using him, and that’s not cool.”
“The pills are real,” I promised. “And it’s not like he’d be sticking me in some torture chamber. I just want to buy some pills off him.”
“I don’t think he wants money,” Eddie said. “Look at Tyler. He’s practically Sam’s sex doll!”
“Then I’ll suck his cock,” I shrugged. “I can do that when I’m on the pills. Last time I loved it...”
“I just don’t want to see you getting trapped or anything,” Eddie said with concern. “Look bro, if you could buy these over the counter, sure, take them all you want. But this is a drug with only one dealer, and that’s a risky place to live.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked. “Meditate? Those pills make me feel so blissful.”
“Don’t do it Grant. I promise, the cravings will fade.”
“Fuck that,” I said. I realized that I was talking to Eddie like I was still making up my mind. Truth be told, I’d known for days. “I’m gonna go over and talk to him,” I said.
I was lacing up my shoes when Eddie let out a heavy sigh.
“Okay... if you’re set on it...” Eddie said. “Just listen to me first. Maybe there’s another way.”
“What?”
“What if... what if you broke into his house? Stole the pills?”
“That’s crazy,” I said. “Even if I got away with it, he’d notice they were gone and I’d never get another batch. And he’d know it was me – unless you think there are a bunch of guys who accidentally drugged themselves with his sex pills.”
“Yeah he’d hide them, but bro, I’m a biochemist,” Eddie grinned. “If you get a couple pills for a sample, I can analyze them. Reverse engineer them in the lab. Then I’d be able to make them for you. Boom – you’re not dependent on Larkin for your supply anymore.”
“So I’d be dependent on you instead?” I laughed, raising an eyebrow.
“I guess, but we’re buddies. You know I’d look out for you.”
“And you’d get a fuckbuddy,” I pointed out. “Eddie, don’t pretend like you didn’t fuckin’ enjoy riding my ass. You’ve been perving out on me all week.”
Eddie’s face flushed red. He gave a wry grin. “As long as you’re into it, who the hell cares?” Eddie shrugged, trying to make a joke of it.
“So my choices are A – go beg Professor Larkin for more of his magic gay slut pills, knowing that they’ll probably come with the condition that I become his... gay fuck slut? Or B – break and enter into his house, steal some pills, have you pull off some miraculous industrial espionage, and still end up being some guy’s whore.”
Anyhow, that’s why I ended up breaking into Professor Larkin’s house.
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It was my first time robbing a house, and I couldn’t decide what to wear.
I almost left the house wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but Eddie pointed out that I’d be very visible, even in the dark. He helped me figure it out. Eventually I found myself wearing my black sweatshirt, a black pair of jogging tights that I hate, black socks and sneakers that I love, and a black beanie that came from Eddie’s closet.
I jogged to the Professor’s house, looking like the worst-case-scenario in a nighttime safety video.
Professor Larkin’s house is old and big and on a piece of land that I’ll never be able to afford. I went over the back fence. It was dark upstairs. There was the faint sound of a movie and the flickering of a TV visible through the living room window, but it looked like I'd have the bedroom all to myself.
I had one stroke of luck after another. There was a big trellis with vines all over it, so I climbed up that. That got me to the balcony outside his bedroom. Then the balcony door was unlocked. I’ve never robbed a house before, but I seemed to have a knack for it.
I stepped in and felt around for the bathroom. The room looked different with the lights off, but I managed to get in there without knocking over a lamp or anything.
Once I was in there, I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The medicine cabinet was full of bottles – was it this crowded last time I was here? I sorted through it, terrified they were going to catch me at any moment. How many different kinds of skin creme do two men need?
I went through everything twice before I got worried. I couldn’t find the fucking bottle. Maybe Sam got freaked out after I took one and flushed the whole thing?
I was checking everything for a third time when I accidentally knocked a half-dozen containers into the sink. They landed with a loud clatter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled, gathering up the pill bottles and trying to stack them back into the cabinet. Maybe they hadn’t heard it? If I was lucky, there would be some big action movie style explosion happening, just as I made the noise. Maybe they had an amazing subwoofer.
I froze as I heard a floorboard creak.
I glanced around. There was nowhere to hide. The shower was a clear glass cube, and nothing else in the room was big enough. I thought about running for the balcony, but the bedroom light clicked on before I could move.
I stood there frozen, my hands still full of pill containers.
“Freeze!” I heard Sam bellow. He snapped around the corner, a pistol quivering in his hand as his finger hovered over the trigger. “Hands over your head!”
“Don't shoot!” I begged, raising my hands quickly. “Please!”
“Grant?” Sam asked, giving me an uncertain look. “Is that you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s me,” I choked out. “It’s Grant.”
“It’s okay!” he shouted over his shoulder. I imagined Tyler downstairs, on the phone with 911.
Sam looked at the bottles clutched in my hands and a look of revelation crossed over his face. He carefully moved his finger away from the trigger, then pushed on a little lever. I hoped that was the safety.
“It’s okay,” Sam said, lowering the pistol to his side. “Come downstairs with me. I’ve got what you need.”
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Sheepishly, I followed Sam down the stairs. The house felt quiet and empty.
“It’s just Grant,” Sam called out to the living room. “Rummaging around our medicine cabinet.”
Tyler walked into the room, carrying a bowl of popcorn. He was dressed in a pair of pink pyjama pants and nothing else. Larkin had a t-shirt and his own pair of pyjama pants. I guess I interrupted movie night.
“Oh, hey Grant!” Tyler said, giving me an empathetic smile. “Come back for another hit of the good stuff?”
“Uh...”
“It’s okay Grant, he’s just teasing. Besides, if anyone knows how good those himbo pills feel, it’s this guy.” Sam chatted casually, like he’d invited me over. He pulled three mugs out of the cupboard and started a kettle on the stove.
“Uh... yeah. I can’t stop thinking about it,” I said. “I just felt... it felt so good.”
“You must be pretty wound up,” Sam said. “The more stressed a person is, the more they crave that feeling.”
“Yeah...” I said. “I uh... I just wanted to feel it again.”
“It’s okay,” Sam said smiling with fatherly concern. “Let’s go sit down and we can talk for a while. Ty, would you get some cookies on a plate?”
“Awesome,” Tyler said, grinning at the thought of cookies.
Sam handed me a hot mug of tea, then picked up two more mugs and guided me into the living room. He motioned for me to take a seat in an armchair, setting his mugs down on a coffee table in front of a couch.
“Let me show you something,” Sam said, walking across the room to an abstract painting. He lifted the painting off the wall, revealing a metal door behind it. “This is my safe. After your little accident, I moved my entire supply of himbo pills is inside of it, and you’ll never come close to breaking the code. This is the same kind of safe that millionaires use to store their heirloom jewelry and blackmailers use to store their evidence.”
“Okay,” I said, looking at it nervously.
“Do you understand? You will never be able to steal one of those pills.”
“I... yeah, I understand,” I said. “What did you call them?”
“Himbo pills,” Sam said, replacing the painting. “Himbo. Like a male bimbo.”
“Himbo,” I said, feeling the new word in my mouth.
“Yeah, that’s what you were the other night, begging to suck my cock like a dumbass whore.”
“Yeah! And that’s what I am!” Tyler said joyfully, carrying a plate of cookies in one hand and the refilled bowl of popcorn in the other. “I’m a himbo!”
My face flushed red. I wanted to be a himbo, just like Tyler. But straight guys aren’t supposed to want that...
“My friend says you’re drugging him!” I said indignantly. “My friend says you’re using Tyler like he’s your sex slave or whatever.”
“Your ‘friend’, or as I like to call him ‘Eddie’, is mistaken” Sam grinned. “I guess it’s easy to be self-righteous when you don’t need it like Tyler. Like you.”
“Are you his sex slave?” I asked Tyler, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice.
“Do we have sex? Yeah babe, we have sex. Lots of it. We suck. We fuck. I’m so fucking horny, he can barely keep up,” Tyler grinned. “Am I his slave? No babydoll, I’m here cause I wanna be here. And by the way, I’m loving that bulge.”
Tyler’s eyes were firmly on my junk, half-hard and clearly visible through my tights.
“You don’t feel used?”
“I feel hot and horny and very very lucky,” Tyler grinned. “You know exactly how it feels.”
“Your tea will get cold,” Sam said, taking a sip and waiting until did the same. “Yes, I’ve invented the himbo pill. One pill and a man becomes a purely sexual being. Hungry for men, committed to being the hottest and the sluttiest, only thinking about how good it feels to get fucked.”
Tyler gave a slight moan, leaning his head onto Sam’s shoulder.
“Before me, Tyler was a stressed out PhD student who was trapped in a dead-end thesis,” Sam continued. “He used to come into my office and beg me for assignment extensions.”
“Now I beg him for something else...” Tyler giggled.
“I’d invented the pill, but I’d only tested it on primates. Monkeys, that sort of thing. And then one day Tyler’s in my office having a breakdown–“
“TOTAL breakdown!” Tyler interrupted.
“Having a total breakdown,” Sam corrected himself. “So I told him about my research. I’d found a formula that seemed to make the primates happy and relaxed and more than a little horny. Actually, I thought maybe I’d found an incredibly effective anti-depressant. It takes forever to get through the testing for this stuff, but Tyler volunteered to be a human test subject.”
“Oh my god, it tasted so yummy!” Tyler said, remembering his first pill.
“Like cotton candy,” I said. I felt the edges of my mouth tug upward at the memory.
“Yes!” Tyler laughed. “I remember taking the pill and then... it just washes over you. And lucky for me, Sam was gay! That first night, I must have cum a bunch of times.”
“Increased libido,” Sam shrugged. “The pill effectively re-routes your intellect so that everything becomes about satisfying your cock.”
“And cookies!” Tyler said, chomping down on one.
“It also lowers your inhibitions, and does a few other things,” Sam said with a laugh. “Within a couple weeks, Ty had decided it was best if he quit his PhD program. He moved in here with me and changed his life. We enrolled him in yoga classes, among other things.”
“Mmmmm... I should try pole dancing again,” Tyler whispered loudly, nibbling on Sam’s ear. “I bet I’ve got the ab strength for it now.”
“I bet you do,” Sam said gently. “Ty turned out to have an aptitude for yoga, so he eventually started to teach. The rest, as they say, is history.”
“So you can just... make these pills?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” Sam answered slowly. “But it’s not something I can just hand out. They take some effort to make, and they require careful monitoring by a doctor. Tyler’s been using them for a couple years now, but I’m still worried about long term side effects.”
“But you’re a doctor, right? I could be your guinea pig,” I found myself offering.
“Grant, listen to me buddy,” Sam said, giving me a concerned look. “I know you’re jonesing, but if I start supplying you with pills there are going to be consequences for you.”
“What kind of consequences?” I asked. I didn’t really care, but I felt like he wanted me to ask.
“How much do you remember about last time?”
“I... I remember it all,” I stuttered. I had lied to Eddie and told him it was fuzzy, but the truth is that every moment was sharp. It had a hyperreal clarity in my mind. Making out with Tyler. Diving onto Sam’s cock. Eddie fucking me senseless while I screamed with joy.
“Good,” Sam said. “Then you remember what a whore you were. Grant, if you take another pill, you’re going to turn back into that guy. And I won’t turn you down – I’m not going to protect you from yourself. I’m going to treat you just like the horny fucktoy you are.”
“I’ll suck you off,” I said without hesitation. “When I was a... a...?”
“A himbo.”
“A himbo. When I was a himbo, it was actually really fun...”
“No Grant, I’m not just going to have you suck me.” Sam said, putting down his mug and leaning in closer. “You’ll be out of control. Dumb, happy, and horny. You won’t want to make any real decisions, I’ll have to to make them for you. You’re going to be nothing but a cock and an ass and a mouth and a very pretty face. And you better believe I’m going to shower you with cum.”
He paused and took a cookie. He chewed on it thoughtfully while he stared at me. I got the sense he wasn’t going to speak again, not until I answered his unspoken question.
All I could think about was feeling good again.
“That sounds uh... that sounds fun,” I said, swallowing hard. It would be too, once I’d taken another pill.
I’m not anti-gay or anything. I’m just straight. I’m just not into guys. But when I’m on the pill...
“You’re going to get fucked, hard and frequently,” Sam said.
Tyler giggled beside him. “Sorry,” Tyler said, curling up against Sam. “He said hard.”
“Tyler’s gonna fuck you too,” Sam said. He reached his arm around Tyler and held him close. “Ty’s gonna rail you with his thick cock. He’s going to bend you over anytime, day or night, and you’ll just want it to happen more. Your whole life is going to change Grant. Does any of that worry you?”
Not once I was on the pill. I wanted to be on the pill.
“No,” I said, trying to sound genuine. I probably sounded scared.
“Okay, then let’s make a deal,” Sam suggested. “I want to see you have some fun with Tyler first. Prove you’re really interested. I want you to kiss him – and I mean a good kiss, a real one. If you can do that, I’ll supply you with one more himbo pill.”
“I can do that,” I grinned. “Give me the pill and I’ll do it no problem.”
“No,” Sam said smiling wickedly. “Before the pill. Show me how much you need it.”
“For just one pill?”
“For just one kiss.”
I looked over at Tyler. The blond man was leaning forward on the couch, staring at me curiously. He was shirtless and muscular. Somewhere on the line between pretty and handsome. I wondered if he’d had plastic surgery.
But I’m straight. And it’d be totally gay to kiss Tyler.
But did it matter? On the pills, I’m gay as fuck. Would you avoid a puddle on your way to swim the ocean?
I stood up and Tyler did the same. We met beside the coffee table. Tyler stopped a few inches short of me. Close enough that I could smell his minty breath and his faint cologne.
“You wanna kiss me?” Tyler teased.
I took a deep breath before I stepped forward and planted my lips on his. I pressed firmly for a moment before backing off. Then I leaned in again kissing him several more times, biting his lower lip and tugging on it a bit. Then I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hands roam over his muscular back. I kissed him hard again, this time exploring a little with my tongue.
“Mmmm...” he moaned, reaching around my body and squeezing my ass.
I returned the moan before eventually breaking it off. Tyler was giving me a hungry look, like he couldn’t believe I stopped.
From the couch, I could hear Sam clapping slowly.
“Well done,” he said. “And a promise is a promise. I’ll give you one himbo pill, just for tonight.”
“Thank... thank you,” I stuttered, surprised at how submissive I felt. It wasn’t just the pill I was craving. I wanted him to give me permission.
“We should keep him,” Tyler said dumbly. “Grant’s a really good kisser.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tyler. My breath was caught in my throat. Was he really saying...
“I’m sorry Ty, but Grant has his own life,” I heard Sam explain slowly. “He can’t just stay a himbo forever.”
“Aw, come’on,” Tyler pouted. “You’re always saying we can’t just force hot dudes to be my himbo friends, but he’s already got the taste for it...”
Sam paused thoughtfully, his hand resting on the safe dial.
“What do you think Grant?” Sam asked. “Do you want to be a himbo forever? I should warn you, it’s not all perfect bliss. Sometimes you’ll have bad hair days, or you’ll pull a muscle and you won’t be able to work out.”
“And those would be my biggest problems,” I said with relief. I hated essays. And it’s not like it’d get easier after college, I’d just be working at some boring job until I died.
“Well... you’ll also be constantly cock-hungry,” Sam said. “But it won’t seem like a problem.”
I bit my lip. This seemed impossible – was Eddie right? Was I signing up to be this guys sex slave? Or was I getting incredibly lucky?
Was there any way to know? Or did you just have to guess?
“I want it,” I blurted out. “I want to be a himbo forever.”
“Okay,” Sam said, grinning widely and letting his hand drop from the safe. “Then there’s one more test.”
“Anything.”
“I want you to suck Ty’s cock,” Sam said. “I want you to put a cock in your mouth and show me how much you love it. I want you to show me you’ll be a good himbo.”
“Okay,” I said, swallowing and taking a deep breath.
I got down on my knees in front of Tyler. They had thick beige carpet. The things you notice.
“I want you to show me how much you need to be a good himbo,” Sam said. I didn’t look in his direction. I was transfixed by Tyler’s cock, six inches from my face and underneath a pair of pink pyjama pants.
I reached forward and pulled down the elastic waistband. His cock jumped out from the fabric, heavy and close to my face. I gulped, unsure if I could go through with it.
Tyler’s cock smelled different from Sam’s. Weird that’s the first thing I noticed. Sam had smelled musky and masculine. Tyler’s smelled like cocoa butter. I got the feeling he moisturized everything.
The cock was bobbing in front of me, hard and eager.
I started by kissing the cockhead. Just making contact.
Okay, that was done.
I’d touched another guys dick, and I’d done it while I was sober. There was no turning back now.
I opened my mouth and took the first couple inches inside my mouth. I almost gagged, it took more of my mouth that I expected. For a second I just let it sit there, getting used to the feeling.
“Use your tongue,” Tyler suggested happily. “Sort of swish it back and forth.”
I moved my tongue clumsily. It wasn’t anything like last week. I was so tense and tight. Last week this had seemed like a religious experience. Now it seemed like an awkward obligation.
Okay... this wouldn’t do. I needed to suck a cock if I wanted those pills. And I wanted those pills so bad...
I already knew I could suck one. I just had to make this fun.
I moved my tongue cautiously, getting a feel for Tyler’s size.
Make it fun. Make it like dancing.
I remembered some dance number I’d heard a couple weeks ago. I’d been at a club with some buddies, trying to pick up girls. Doesn’t that seem like a lifetime ago? I’d gotten a one night stand, but I’d also gotten that damn song stuck in my head for days. Now I reached for it, trying to remember the rhythm.
Boom. Boom. Boom. There was a steady beat.
I started flicking my tongue to the rhythm.
“That’s it babydoll,” Tyler purred, resting one hand on my shoulder.
The song was coming back to me. I started dancing along to it, moving my whole body slightly, but focussing on my mouth. I started to go up and down Tyler’s thick pole, even as I kept my tongue moving.
“Yeah,” he moaned. “Mmm... he’s really getting into it.”
“Good boy,” Sam said. I heard the lock on the safe spinning.
“Oh, this feels so good,” Tyler moaned.
“Cum all over his face,” Sam said to Tyler.
I grabbed one of his ass cheeks and squeezed. I was really moving now, taking several inches in, then pulling out until it was just his head, then pushing back onto Tyler’s rod.
“I’m gonna... gonna cum!” Tyler moaned, pushing me off his dick. I dove for it automatically, but Tyler held my shoulder. He pumped his cock with his other hand. I felt his hand grip tight on my shoulder a half second before he exploded all over my face.
Across the room, I heard the safe click open.
Tyler took a step back toward the couch, collapsing back onto it.
“Mmmm...” he moaned. “Please, we gotta keep him.”
“We will,” Sam said, stepping right in front of me. His cock was only a few inches away. Would I have to suck his too? Show him how much I wanted to be a himbo.
He reached down and pushed something against my lips. A himbo pill. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and sucked it inside. I licked up some of Tyler’s cum too, but that didn’t matter. I just wanted that cotton candy taste.
“I’m taking you on as a test subject Grant,” Sam said. “You’ll have to come see me twice a day, for monitoring and to get your next dose.”
I nodded. I could smell his musk through his pyjamas. I knew it wouldn’t be long now...
A wave of dizziness hit me. I felt my cheeks flush red and my head spin. My cock was already hard. I almost came right in my tights.
My cock felt so good.
I breathed in deeply, taking in as much of Sam’s scent as I could. One by one, my thoughts went away, popping like soap bubbles.
I giggled at the idea.
“What’s so funny?” Sam asked gently.
“I dunno,” I giggled, those thoughts already forgotten. “Can I suck your cock too?”
“Not today,” Sam said. I felt a surge of disappointment hit me. But his cock was so close... and I knew he liked my mouth on it. Was there no justice?
“No?” I pouted.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Sam said. “Tonight I want you to go find some age appropriate cock. Maybe your roommate could help you out with that?”
“Oh yeah, Eddie’s got such a sweet cock!” I cheered, remembering the way it felt inside me.
“Good,” Sam said with a smile. “Now... you took your first dose at about 9 o’clock. Why don’t you come by my office at nine tomorrow morning? We’ll give you your next pill. Don’t be late – if you don’t take this seriously, I won’t provide you with pills.”
“I promise doc!” I said, nodding my head earnestly. “I’ll be there.”
“Good,” Sam said. “Now stand up and take off that sweatshirt,” he instructed.
I got off my knees and pulled off my shirt. I knocked my beanie to the floor, letting my mess of blond hair free.
“Whoops,” I giggled, bending down to pick it up.
“Leave it,” Sam ordered. “Blond boys should let the world see their hair. It lets men understand how stupid and silly they are.”
I grinned. I never knew my hair was so important. I happily let the beanie drop back down to the floor.
“You’re so hot,” Tyler said, lying on the couch and looking relaxed. “I love this look,” he grinned, gesturing to my running tights and dark shoes.
“I know you like to show off,” Sam offered. “Why don’t you go for a run before you go home? About five miles? Just to work up a sweat.”
Without hesitation, I accepted his idea. I could feel a buzzing energy inside me, bouncing around so that all I could think about was sex. A run was exactly what I needed.
“Okay,” I nodded agreeably.
Sam surprised me by stepped forward and giving me a long kiss, fondling my hard bulge and giving my ass a squeeze. He broke it off too soon, stepping back and putting a hand on my bare chest.
“Have a good night Grant,” Sam said.
Right. I was leaving. I had to go for my run.
“Goodnight!” I said cheerfully. Tyler showed me out, sneaking me one more kiss before I turned and jogged down the driveway. It was chilly out, especially shirtless, but soon my body warmed up. I headed for the University, knowing that a long loop around the campus would help rack up the miles.
As I ran, I passed plenty of people my own age. The guys gave me a distrustful look, like I was gonna jump them at the first opportunity. No way bros – I was on my run, and I didn’t want to let Sam down! The girls stared at me hungrily. I giggled whenever that happened – sorry ladies, I suck cock.
My feet pounded the pavement. I felt the rhythm through my shoes. Soon I was lost in the beat, eating up the road mile after mile. Eventually I looked up and realized that my apartment was coming up. I slowed my pace and walked the last hundred yards to cool down. I could feel the heat making my skin glow.
Another guy was already waiting for the elevator. I pushed the button a bunch of times, then stood back and gave him a big smile. He nodded politely, then glanced away. Come on bro, check me out... I wanna show off.
I undressed him with my eyes... I bet he had a great cock.
The elevator went ‘ding’! Almost home! I couldn’t wait for Eddie to fuck me again.
“Hey Eddie!” I called, cheerfully looking around our apartment. Eddie was on the couch watching a movie. His face dropped when he saw me.
“Hey Grant,” he said carefully. “Did you take one of those pills again?”
“Hehe... yeah,” I bragged.
“Did you get more?” Eddie asked, raising his eyebrows. “I need one so I can reverse engineer if for you dude. So I can make them for you.”
“Nah, but Sam said he’d give me another one in the morning!” I promised.
“Sam said... Sam gave you the pill?” Eddie asked. He sounded like he didn’t trust Sam. Eddie was being silly.
“Yeah... like... he caught me trying to find them but he was so smart. He already hid them and everything. So like... he told me that I could have a pill if I made out with Tyler. Tyler’s so yummy...” I rambled.
"You kissed Tyler?” Eddie asked. “And before Sam gave you a pill?”
“I sucked his cock too!” I said proudly. “Sam said I could be a himbo all the time if I sucked off Tyler.”
“No shit...” Eddie mumbled. “The inhibitory breakdown must last beyond the initial exposure.”
“What?” I asked. Eddie was using way too big words.
“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie said. “I just – I don’t think you would have done that – not before the first pill.”
“Bro, these pills change you!” I said, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.
“I know,” Eddie said. “You just came home shirtless. You’ve got a major boner trying to poke through your tights. Plus that idiot grin... Grant, you never had an idiot grin.”
I grinned harder.
“I’m so horny for your cock...” I told him, reaching up and tweaking my left nipple.
“Oh fuck, you want me to ride your ass again, huh?” Eddie said guardedly.
“Yeah bro, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
“Grant... are you sure man?” Eddie asked. “This isn’t the real you.”
“It’s who I am right now,” I said, accidentally sounding deep. “But bro, for reals, as long as we’re both having fun, who the fuck cares?”
“I just don’t know if I’m cool with... look dude, you’re basically under Sam’s control right now.”
“And you wish I was under yours,” I laughed. I walked over to the couch and pulled my flustered friend up to his feet.
“Dude, it’s not... I mean...” Eddie stammered.
“It’s okay bro,” I said, giving him a light kiss. He stopped talking and stared into my eyes. “When you’re pounding my ass with that thick cock... I’m totally under your control.”
I kissed him again, this time with tongue.
“I want you to fuck me Eddie,” I whispered in his ear. “I want to be under your control.”
All I wanted was what he wanted.
I felt him paw at my ass. I could hear him inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of my sweat. I kissed him again while I let my hands roam over his back. I could feel his muscles relaxing as he gave in to his needs.
I pulled him into the bedroom, tugging off his shirt and shorts. Eddie wasn’t in the same gym-built shape I was, but he had the beefy body of a college bro whose metabolism hadn’t caught up with him yet. I didn’t take much time to stare – I was too eager to get my lips around his cock.
“Mmmm... yeah,” Eddie moaned as I went to town on his cock.
I let the steady beat of club music fill my head, dancing around his cockhead with my tongue like I’d practiced on Tyler. I heard the beat of my shoes on the pavement and I licked his shaft to the rhythm. I breathed in deeply, enjoying the wild smell of his pubes and balls. God... men are just like... so hot. How come I never noticed?
“Do you wanna fuck me Eddie?” I teased, kissing the length of his cock. “Do you wanna be in control?”
“Fuck yeah...” Eddie moaned.
I stood up and stripped off my tights. My cock bounced out of them, happy to finally be free. I didn’t dare touch myself – I knew I’d blow my load with only one or two strokes, and I still desperately needed Eddie in my ass.
“Lie down,” Eddie said, motioning for the bed. I lowered myself down carefully, keeping my hips in the air to avoid touching my cock to the blankets. It wouldn’t take much. I tried to think about anything except sex, but I couldn’t.
Eddie rubbed something into my asshole, then he positioned himself behind me and pushed gently inside.
“Oh yeah baby, fuck me!” I moaned. Eddie’s cock slid into me.
“You like that huh?” Eddie laughed.
“Uh huh! I love your cock!” I gasped.
“You used to be such a straight boy,” Eddie gloated. “Chasing women. Covering up your hot body. Always being weird when I brought guys over.”
I moaned under him as he slid in and out of my body. My hot fuckin’ body...
“But now you’re a total bottom bitch,” Eddie said. I could hear the smirk. It turned me on so much, knowing what a cocky top he was.
“I’m your bottom bitch,” I admitted, my face mashed against a pillow. “I’m under your control.”
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” Eddie ordered. He was speeding up his thrusts.
“Your cock is so thick and beautiful,” I moaned.
“Louder.”
“Your cock is amazing,” I said loudly, like I wanted someone to hear from the other room.
“Even louder,” Eddie whispered.
“Your cock is so sexy,” I screamed out. “Your cock is the best!!”
I was sure the neighbours could hear us. God, I hoped the neighbours could hear us.
Eddie was breathing hard behind me, hitting that perfect spot in my ass over and over. I could barely hold myself back.
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie screamed. I could feel his cock pumping, flooding me with his cum. His last thrust hit me perfectly. Our cocks pulsed together until we were both totally drained.
Eddie collapsed next to me on the bed. I rolled over so I could look at his handsome face. The whole world felt fuzzy and safe. He stared at me dreamily.
“Is this actually happening?” Eddie asked sleepily. “I’m not just dreaming this, right?”
I fell asleep in his arms. If he’s dreaming, this is one hell of a dream.
