My Roommate the Alchemist Chapter 3
Introduction
This is my first attempt at writing a story for anyone else to read, even though I am a longtime reader and lurker.
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This is a fantasy story in two senses of the word. Not only is it an erotic fantasy of two young men, but it is also a story of magic and the fantastic. It's not non-consensual even though it has strong authoritarian themes. It's the story of one young man who doesn't understand what he wants and what he needs. It's also the story of another young man with much more experience who is not only confident in his own needs but is able to see what his roommate needs and to help him find it. I have already written nine chapters (and still haven't gotten past the second day). If I publish one chapter each week, I should be able to stay ahead of my readers.
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Summary of Chapter 2
It would be best to go back and read chapter 1 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
Jason took Kieran on a date. He was firm but solicitous the entire time. He took charge and paid for everything. In the restaurant, Jason told Kieran to go into the bathroom and take off his underwear. Although he had no idea why, he decided to obey his roommate's strange request. During a movie, Jason took the lead in making out with Kieran in the back row. This encounter ended with Kieran sucking Jason's cock. It was the first time he had ever had any sexual contact with another person. Kieran decided that he liked it. He was a little confused because Jason wouldn't allow him to masturbate.
My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 3 (Back in the Room)
Jason was still taking the lead as we left the door. He opened my door for me, and I felt his hand on my ass as he helped me in. We drove back to the dorm in silence. I was so horny that I could barely stand it. I knew better than to touch my cock. Of course, I tried to do it surreptitiously, sliding my hand across my lap in the darkened cab. Jason missed nothing. His hand grabbed mine and pulled it away before I could make contact. In a didactic voice, as if he were explaining something obvious, he said, "When I say no, I mean no. I'm your man, and you're my boy. Boys do what they're told."
I wanted to argue with him. We were the same age, the same build, the same year in school .... Why should I do what he says? And why didn't he want me to cum? I thought about telling him to go to hell, but I could still taste him in my mouth. And I had to admit to myself that I felt a strange thrill when he told me what to do; and I felt another, even stronger thrill when I obeyed him.
We'd caught an early dinner and a movie, so it was only about 9:30 when we got back to the dorm. The night was still young. I noticed that our room looked a little lop-sided. My half had very little in it, but Jason's was overflowing with stuff. His side of the closet was stuffed with clothes, mine was empty except for a suitcase. My desk had my old laptop on it, but his had a desktop computer that looked like it had all the bells and whistles. His chest held a hot plate, an electric tea kettle and several cannisters, jars and small wooden boxes. Mine had a small stack of books and the cheap art supplies I'd purchased at Walmart. I noticed Jason thumbing through them as he walked by.
Jason looked around and put his keys, wallet and watch on his desk. He pulled out his credit card and handed it to me. "Go down to the vending machines on the first floor," he said. "Get us some bottled water, about a dozen bottles, and some chips and cookies. We'll go to the store tomorrow to buy some real supplies."
I took the card. Then I grabbed my gym bag from the floor and took out my running shorts and shoes and put them on the floor. I had decided to use the bag to carry all the water bottles. I took the stairs down to the lobby. There were still students moving in and some dorm parties had started, loud music echoed through the halls and even louder voices rang out. The snack shop was a room with some microwaves and two walls full of vending machines that held everything from bottled water to fruit juice and milk, soda, chips, cookies, and even to chilled items like sandwiches and burros that could be heated in the microwaves. Most of the soda machines were already empty as were the slots in the machine that dispensed hot pockets and burros. I put Jason's card in one of the machines and selected a dozen bottles of bottled water. The chip selection was weak as was the cookie selection, but I got a few of them as well. Then I hefted the bag and headed back up the stairs.
When I got back to the room, Jason was busy on his computer. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he seemed distracted. He called over his shoulder, "Put the water in the refrigerator and snacks on your desk. You have room."
As I was finishing the tasks he'd given, Jason called me over to him. "Come here," he said, "I want to show you something."
I walked over to his desk, and he turned the computer monitor to face me. The monitor displayed a picture of me, standing by Jason's bed. My face was buried in Jason's underwear, and I was stroking my swollen penis. I felt my face grow warm. "It gets better," he said. Then the video resumed playing. The entire sordid incident from earlier had been recorded, right down to me sucking my own spunk out of Jason's silky boxers.
When the video had finished, Jason turned in his chair to stare at me. I wilted under his gaze. Before I could help it, tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn't cried in front of another person since I was mourning my parents' deaths. I really liked Jason and I was afraid that I'd violated his trust and he wouldn't want to room with me anymore. I sobbed and blubbered like a child. "I'm sorry, Jason," I cried. "I don't know why I did it. I don't ...."
Jason rushed over to me and put his arms around me and hugged me tight. "Do you think I care if my boy loves my scent so much that he gets excited?" he asked. He pushed me back just far enough to stare into my eyes. "I thought it was hot. That's why I shared it with you."
I felt weak in his arms but regained some of my composure as relief flooded over me. He led me to the bed and pulled me down next to him. He put his arm around my waist. "You did say that you wanted to be my boy, didn't you?" he asked. When I didn't answer, he put his hand under my chin and turned my face toward him. "Did I hear you wrong?"
"No," I said. "You didn't hear wrong. I've never been with a man before. Hell, I've never even been with a woman. There's something about ....," I trailed off.
"About what?" he asked.
"Your smell," I whispered.
"My smell?" he asked. I blushed to have said it aloud. It seemed so weird, like a fetish or an obsession.
"It's alright," he said. "It's perfectly natural for a boy to become aroused by the smell of his man. I would have been disappointed if you hadn't been excited."
Jason rubbed my back and leaned over to kiss my temple. "Are you excited now?" he asked.
I trembled and whispered, "Yes. I am. Jason, I've never been this excited by anyone. Never in my life. I feel completely out of control when I'm around you."
"Good," he said, slowly rubbing my back. His hand moved up to my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue took possession of my mouth, exploring every corner. I felt his saliva enter my mouth and I greedily swallowed it, like it was the best thing in the world. He rose from the bed and pulled me up with him. While he held me close with his right hand, his fingers on his left hand opened the buttons on my fly. "Easy access," he whispered with a laugh.
My erection sprang free when he pulled my pants down. I hadn't come since I'd masturbated this afternoon, and I was once again hard as iron. He fingertips grazed my shaft for just a moment. I thought I would explode right then, but the touch was too fleeting. He pulled me closer. My erection pressed against his trousers, and Jason's smooth but firm hands reached around to massage my buttocks. "Beautiful," he said. He squeezed my ass and kissed me again.
He released my neck and my ass. Both his hands moved to the waistband of my t-shirt. He pulled the shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor. "Now step out of your pants," he ordered. I kicked my shoes off and then stepped out of my jeans. The fact that I was completely naked, and Jason was still fully clothed sent a shiver up my spine. I felt vulnerable, but unbelievably excited.
"I like you like this," he said. "This is the way you should be - unclothed and fully aroused." Jason smiled and ran a hand down my chest, down my abdomen and across my groin, almost but not quite touching my erection. It was obvious that he enjoyed teasing me. The way my cock twitched it was obvious that I enjoyed it too. He turned me slightly and ran his hand down my back and across my buttocks. He gave them a little slap, not too hard, but definitely hard enough to get my attention. "You're almost perfect, boy," he added. "We can take care of anything still amiss later."
Jason looked around the room with a frown on his face. "The room isn't right," he said. "Help me move the furniture around."
I was more than a little confused. Jason had undressed me. He'd kissed me. He'd caressed me. Instead of making out, now we were going to move furniture? And I was naked, with a raging erection. Jason looked at his desk and began to pull it away from the wall. "Help me," he said. It will go faster if you help."
I didn't know his plan, but I decided to go along with it. After all, I thought, He's the boss.
We moved the desks away from the wall and pulled them over by the front door. Then we pushed the two beds together to make one big bed. Then the desks went side by side along the wall where my bed had once been. "Better," he said. "This way we can sleep together."
I didn't disagree that it was better. I had known Jason only for a few hours, but I was already addicted to him in some way that I didn't understand. The idea of sleeping with him was more appealing than I could have imagined. Since we had moved the furniture, it sounded like he was planning on sharing a bed permanently, not just for one night. My breath caught in my chest and, strangely enough, my nipples got hard. At least it was strange to me at that time. I was so inexperienced, even my masturbation had been pure vanilla. I had no idea how closely my nipples were connected to my cock.
I was still naked. It was awkward, but the unnaturalness of the situation had begun to fade. I wasn't comfortable with being naked while Jason was fully clothed, but I could tolerate it, if that's what he wanted. I think I was most uncomfortable with the signs of my arousal, my hard cock that wouldn't stop leaking precum, my treacherous nipples and the redness that I knew suffused my skin.
When the work was all done, and the clothes I'd worn today were in the hamper, Jason removed his own clothes and put them in as well. Then he pulled out a pair of his silky boxers and slid them on. Apparently, he wasn't going to sleep naked.
Jason kissed me again, then he told me to sit on the bed while he made us some tea. He warmed one of the bottles of the water I'd purchased with his card in the electric tea kettle and put some tea into an infuser. When the water was hot, he put the infuser in the pot and poured hot water into it. He pulled out two teacups. He also added something else to each of the cups, but I was sure it wasn't the same substance in each of the cups. He poured tea into the cups, handed one to me and took the other for himself. "Come sit on the bed," he said. "We'll drink it there."
I wasn't much of a tea drinker, but I didn't refuse Jason's command. He took the outside of the bed and put me between him and the wall. While we lay there, he gently stroked my chest, my thighs, my neck, anything but my erection. My skin was tingling, and I felt calm and relaxed. "What's in the tea?" I asked. He answered, "Tea, of course, some jasmine flower to make it sweet and floral, and something to help you relax. It will help you think calmly."
I tensed abruptly. "You gave me drugs," I asked, more hurt than angry, if the truth be known.
Jason sat up and kissed me gently on the temple. "I'm your man," he said, stroking my shoulders. "You have to trust that I will never do anything that will harm you. A good boy should listen to his man and obey. Now finish your tea." When I hesitated, he enclosed my hand with his and pushed my cup to my mouth. He stared into my eyes and said, "Drink!"
I obeyed and felt the tingling in my skin grow more pronounced.
"Let's talk for a few minutes," Jason said, pulling me down beside him. "Do you know what it means to be my boy?" he asked. I shook my head no.
He continued, all the time stroking my body, "I knew you were gay when I saw you sneaking peaks at me when you thought I wasn't looking. I knew that you were a submissive boy when I saw how you reacted to my scent. I confirmed your submissiveness in the restaurant. When you followed my order and handed me your underwear, I knew that we were going to be compatible – more than compatible, complementary."
He ran his finger along my lips. His voice went low and conspiratorial, as he said, "I wear a cologne of my own manufacture, following an ancient family recipe. The cologne mixes with my own scent and produces a reaction when it's inhaled. Most men react by becoming more open to my suggestions. Most women become sexually aroused. Not fully aroused, probably because I'm gay and the signals my body produces affects them less. Boys like you, however, have a different reaction, a stronger reaction. Boys like you want to be controlled by men like me. You need it."
The look of confusion on my face must have made him hesitate. He asked gently, "Do you have any questions?"
I turned to my side so that I could look him in the eyes. "Are you saying that my reactions to you aren't natural, that they're caused by a drug?" I was feeling. My penis, on the other hand, continued to throb along with my pulse, as if it was pleased by the idea.
Jason put his hand on my face. "No, not at all," he said. "Your reaction happened faster than it would have without the cologne; the cologne merely amplifies what is already there. We would still be here, right where we are now, you naked lying next to me, wondering when you can have another taste of my cum. It may have taken all semester, but it would have happened. The reactions of your body would never have arisen if you weren't the boy you are, and I weren't the man I am. Your reaction is so strong because we are so sexually compatible. I'm dominant, an alpha male. You're a gay submissive boy, not really a beta male, more submissive than that. Despite all the sports you practiced in high school, you wear your muscled jock body like armor to keep the world at a distance. Eventually, you would have found yourself a man to take care you. I'm glad that it was me you found."
Jason drew me close and kissed me again, his strong hands holding me in a tight embrace. He kissed my face and my neck. I felt like I was melting into him. I don't know why I began to cry, but tears fell silently down my face. Jason kissed the tears away.
"Damn! You taste so sweet," he mumbled in my ear. "I'm going to tell you something that may put you at ease. It isn't just my scent that is having its way with you; your scent is making me feel drunk as well. The cologne I'm using causes your body to react. Part of that reaction is to affect your own scent. You think I'm marking you, but you're also marking me. None of this would work if we weren't so right for each other."
His hand moved down to my scrotum, and he grasped me firmly in his hand. He held my testicles gently, softly rolling them around. I groaned in ecstasy. If he would have touched my penis, even for a moment, I would have exploded all over both of us. I guess he knew that because he didn't. My legs moved apart of their own accord, allowing him greater access. He chuckled against my neck and slipped his hand down further. His fingers gently massaged my perineum and pressed briefly against the root of penis.
My breath caught in my throat, and I moaned so loud I was sure our neighbors would hear me. Before I could cum from the pressure, he pulled his hand away and pressed me down on the bed. He kissed me again. My lips felt bruised from his roughness. Then he kissed down my neck and down my chest. His lips lingered on my nipples, then his teeth found one of them and nipped it gently.
"A-a-a-agh!" I screamed. I couldn't help myself. My hand flew towards my painfully erect cock. Before I could touch it, Jason had snatched my wrist in his strong hand and forced it up over my head. His other hand pulled my other hand alongside it. My hips were bucking against the bed. I felt the force of my orgasm rise almost, but not quite to a climax.
I was lying on the bed trying to catch my breath, attempting to wish myself to completion, when I felt a rumbling in my abdomen and the onset of sudden cramps. Seeing the look on my face, Jason let go of my hands and extended his own hand as I jumped up from the bed and looked for my clothes. I had to go to the toilet, now. I didn't have time; I ran naked to the bathroom.
Our dorm room had a shared bathroom in between each pair of rooms. I ran to the door and pulled it open. I was going to pull it closed after me, but Jason slipped in and leaned against the sink. He turned the latch to the locked position. I noticed that the latches on both doors turned.
"Relax," Jason said. "That's one of the other ingredients in the tea. I need you to be cleaned out for what we're going to do next. I felt a massive whooshing sensation as everything in my bowels poured out into the bowl of the toilet. When I thought I was done, I felt another load forcing itself out. I sat until I was sure that I was empty. Jason held my hand and, despite the smell, he seemed to want to reassure me. He handed me a few squares of toilette paper. I wiped and the towel came away remarkably clean. Jason then handed me a wet wipe. I wiped again and the cloth came away completely clean. The bowl was fuller than I had ever seen a bowl before.
"Come on," Jason said, taking me by the arm. "Wash your hands and we can get started." I stood up and washed my hands. My erection was still firm and throbbing.
Once we were back on the bed, Jason slipped his boxers off. I saw his beautiful cock and balls as he climbed into bed on his back. "Come on," he said, patting the bed. Since he was on the middle, I had no idea where I was supposed to lie. He used his hands on my hips to turn me around so that I was kneeling over him, facing his cock. It was already growing to full mast.
"Do you see what you do to me, boy?" he asked. "You know what to do. You need practice of course, but we'll get lots of that in over the year."
I bent down over his honey brown torso. I was embarrassed that he'd said that I needed practice sucking cock. He was right, of course. Was I bad at it? Even though I was an amateur, I decided to show him what I could do if I put my mind to it. I took his cock in one hand and bent down to plant a kiss right on the tip. I then kissed my way all along the hardening shaft, down to his beautiful balls. I kissed each of them in turn then licked my way back up the shaft to the head. I'd never seen an uncut penis outside of the internet before. It looked interesting me. The head of Jason's cock was a pinkish brown in color. It was exposed because his shaft had grown rigid, but it still had a bit of foreskin covering it.
I licked it and felt Jason shudder beneath me. With my left hand, I gently pulled his skin down, exposing more of the head. When I had pulled the skin down as far as it would go, I put the entire head in my mouth and rubbed it gently with my touch. Jason's hands grabbed my thighs tightly and he gasped. I moved my head down to take more of him into my mouth, using my tongue to gently massage him.
Kneeling over Jason was much more comfortable than squeezing down between the seats at the movie theater. We were in a well-lit in the room and I was thrilled to able to see his cock while I sucked it. I thought it was beautiful and powerful. A man's cock that demanded respect and service.
The taste of Jason's cock was indescribable to me. It had the spiciness that my brain acknowledged as coming from his cologne, but it had an underlying muskiness that was subtle but overwhelming. And that smell, that intoxicating scent that my brain would always associate with Jason, permeated every cell of my body. My skin felt warm and tingly.
I picked up a rhythm, my hand and mouth moving down his shaft, my hand gently squeezing as I descended, my mouth opening wider. Then I would draw up, tightening my lips over my teeth to make sure that I caused him no pain.
"You're getting better at that, you know," he said. I felt pride. "I love the way your skin blushes such a beautiful pink when you get aroused or embarrassed," he added.
Then I felt Jason's fingers gently caressing the rosebud of my anus, felt it continue to probe my sphincter. He must have put something on it since I felt a warm oily glow right on the anus. He ran his finger around the ring slowly, moistening it. With each complete perambulation, he applied a little more pressure. When the tip of his finger slipped inside by only the tiniest amount, I could feel my balls tighten in their sack.
I continued to devour his cock. I tried to go all the way down, but I gagged and choked. I thought I was going to throw up.
"Take it easy, boy," he cautioned me. "You're going to have to work up to taking it all the way down. A full-sized cock isn't easy for beginner to swallow."
Full size? I thought. I'd been reading a lot on the internet. My own was above average at 6 inches. Jason's was a monster at 8 inches.
I felt his finger slide deeper inside me. It was no longer just the tip. It hurt a little, but not in a bad way. Waves of sensation spread out from my anus all along my legs and spine. It wasn't really pleasure, but it was interesting, like my ass had been missing something and now it was finding it. I didn't want it to stop.
I sucked harder on Jason's cock. It had grown rock hard. The soft, silky flesh slid across my tongue and his taste filled my mouth. I decided it was the best taste I'd ever experienced. I could eat him every day, for every meal and for snacks in between.
Jason's finger went in deeper. I moaned. It was becoming painful now, but a good kind of pain. I knew Jason would want to fuck me some day. I just didn't know how he would be able to fit his cock inside me. It was much larger than his finger. I'd never had anything inside me except the tip of my own finger. Once I had tried to put a cucumber in my ass while masturbating, but it had hurt so much that I'd given up before even getting the tip in.
I was just getting used to the feeling of his finger inside my butt; the pain was subsiding, just beginning to become something else, when the feeling suddenly changed. He touched something inside me, something that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned around Jason's cock. He seemed to like that. He moaned, louder than I had - probably because he didn't have a thick cock in his mouth. I sucked harder, pausing now and again to kiss the shaft from tip to root. I could feel Jason getting closer to climax now. As for me, every stroke of Jason's finger inside me sent another wave of pleasure. My cock was dripping precum in a steady stream. I felt Jason tense below me. His cock throbbed and I felt his cum filling my mouth. I continued to suck. I wanted all of it. I wasn't going to waste a drop this time.
The waves of pleasure in my butt grew stronger. My penis began to throb harder than ever. I could feel the pressure building like a dam ready to burst. Jason slid out from under me and rolled me onto my back. My cock was red and throbbing. It looked bigger than it ever had before.
Jason pulled my legs up and bent down. I couldn't restrain myself, I yelled, "Do it, Jason, fuck me! I want it."
His face looked unsure for the first time since I'd met him. He paused. He licked his lips. He took a deep breath.
"Don't tempt me, Kieran," he said in a serious tone. "Right now, I want nothing in the universe more than to lube up and plow into your gorgeous ass. I just came and I'm rock hard again, thinking about you. But I can't."
What the fuck! I thought. I'm ready. I'm so goddam boned up I know I can take that pole of his.
Jason must've seen the look of confusion and disappointment on my face. He crawled forward and kissed me. I was tense. I resisted his kiss like I hadn't even thought of before. He nuzzled my neck instead.
"Kieran," he whispered. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone, but if I jump in and take you now, you'll get hurt. I only want to take it slow because you need me to take it slow."
He bit my lips and added, "Let me show you what we can do today. Trust me. If I fucked you now, there's no way you would cum tonight. You took care of me; let me take care of you. I'm your man. Trust your orgasms to me."
I opened my mouth. Jason didn't need any prompting. He crushed my lips with his. His tongue invaded my mouth and took complete possession. I let myself melt into him again. Slowly he kissed my neck and left a trail of love bites down my chest and abdomen. He breathed gently on my cock as moved down lower. My legs tightened and I squealed, a high pitch squeal like no sound that had ever come out of me before.
Jason laughed. "You are so fucking cute!" he said.
I couldn't help but laugh along. I was so horny. I kept giggling until Jason's mouth touched my perineum. He kissed me gently then moved his mouth to my ass. He pulled me up by my hips, letting my legs fall back over his shoulders. Then he kissed me, right on the rosebud. This time I moaned.
Jason licked the outer ring and then I felt his tongue gently pressing on my anus.
"Jason!" I yelled. "Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop."
My hands grabbed his hair, and his hands grabbed my sides roughly as he pulled me against his face. I could feel his tongue moving inside me. It was like I was on fire. My skin was burning, and his every touch sent shivers up my body. Jason ate my ass until I was loose. Then he lowered my legs and used his finger again. This time there was no pain. He pressed deeper, one finger, then two.
I moaned loud and winced from pure pleasure. A third finger joined the other two. In and out they probed, getting as deep as they could. Jason's knuckles pressed against my anus, and I thought he was going to put his whole hand in my ass. Instead, he pulled them out.
I whimpered, "No. No. No. Please, don't stop."
Jason's mouth moved back down to my ass, and he began to use his tongue again. I was crying now in earnest, tears of unmitigated pleasure running through me. His tongue felt like heaven, but only his middle finger was long enough to stroke my magic button. He went back and forth. First his tongue, then his finger, then his tongue again. I lost track of time completely, like I was floating in a fog of pleasure.
It was his middle finger that finally drove me over the edge. I felt a tightness in my groin, like I was going to pee. Not now! I thought.
Then I let go. It felt like I was pissing on myself except for the tingling that ran across my body and the throbbing at the root of my cock. I felt like my heart had stopped. It was like an orgasm, but different, like it wasn't concentrated in my cock, but was spread across my dick, my ass and my spine, all the way up to the scalp on the top of my head.
Then I felt Jason's tongue on my abdomen, gently lapping at the pools of cum that had oozed from my cock. It didn't really feel like any orgasm I'd had before. I was exhausted and felt weak. My cock was still semi-hard. There had been no violent explosion from my balls, just a tingling sense of release. It felt different, but it felt good.
Jason climbed back up next to me. I felt his mouth pressing against mine. I opened my lips and Jason's tongue slipped inside, along with my cum. I could taste myself in his mouth. We kissed until all we could taste was our saliva. Jason ran his hand up and down my side, occasionally sliding down to caress my ass.
"That's one of the many ways my boy gets his orgasm," Jason said. "You have to trust me. I will always do what's best for you, even if you don't know what's best yourself."
"I trust you, Jason," I said. I meant every word of it.
We lay in bed, Jason spooned up against me. He hadn't put his boxers back on. His cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass. I felt warm. I felt safe. I felt better than I could ever remember feeling in my life.
[Jason lay on the bed holding Kieran tight against him, thinking of the plans he had for his new boy. When he'd first noticed Kieran trying to sneak peeks at him while his back was turned, he'd planned to have a little fun with him, a few games to fill his free time this semester. But Kieran was special. He was so handsome, like a beautiful boy trapped within a muscular frame that he had constructed like a mask to hide his true self from everyone. Kieran's reaction to his scent was extreme, probably because it awakened so many of his hidden desires. The test in the restaurant had proved it. Kieran was Jason's perfect complement, a true submissive longing to surrender to Jason's dominance. He'd only been exposed to the Unguent of Lianje for a few hours and already his body chemistry was changing. Light purple showed their compatibility, light red (almost pink) showed that Kieran's body was already submitting. With a few necessary alterations, he would help Kieran set aside his mask. He would set him free.]