College Magic Cycle

Magery Chapter 11

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My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

·        The Dancing Princes

Magery Chapter 11

The Weekend Before Family and Friend Weekend part 2

Joey

After speaking with Nico I walked over to Marvin's room to see if he was available. Luckily for me, I caught him before his Friday Biochemistry lab. When he invited me in, I noticed that he wasn't alone. My RA, Desmond Devereaux was there. He was a good looking guy with light brown hair and green eyes. I was six feet tall, so he had an inch or so on me. He seemed fit, but not really muscular, so I assumed he didn't play sports. He went by Desi.

Desi stood up and said, "I can go, so you can talk privately."

"It's not private. You can stay. I'm... Let me start at the beginning and keep it short. I was bitten by a vampire and dominated. I just broke free with Nico's help but I still have vampire blood in my body and I need to get it out so that he can't..." I closed my mind and used the words Nico had given me when I'd texted him about it. "... so that he can't use that blood as a conduit to get past my innate defenses."

Marvin nodded and said, "Short, sweet, and to the point. Let me check your blood quickly."

He pulled out a lancet and pricked my finger. Then he dropped the blood in a tube and added a clear liquid. "You're good! If he'd put any moly in your system, this would have instantly changed to bright pink. If you can sit down here and lay your arm out for me, I'll work a spell to break down the vampire blood. It'll take me about ten minutes and then you'll be fine."

I sat down and used the arm of the chair as directed. Marvin took out a device that looked like an enameled scarab beetle with hieroglyphs running down its back. He placed it on my arm and put his hand over it. Then he started chanting in Latin. "Sanguis infectus expurgatur; sanguis vampiricus extrahatur."

He repeated the chant continually while pressing the scarab against my skin. There was a tingling sensation, but no pain. Desi pulled up another chair so he was sitting across from me. "I wanted to talk to you anyway, Joey. Since Ethan moved down to the third floor you've had a room to yourself."

I smiled at him. "And you want to put someone else in with me."

He nodded. "Do you know Liam Everett?"

"Sure. He's the very pretty boy who wears an intersex pin on his backpack. I didn't know what it meant when I first saw it on them so I Googled it," I replied.

I remembered Liam. Who wouldn't. He was an exceptionally cute guy with an androgynous appearance that was amplified by his choice of clothing. He seemed to prefer silky, blousy tops and pants that were stretchy enough to hug his round butt and lightly muscled thighs. Once he was wearing a soft clingy sweater and I could see a pair of small perky breasts outlined beneath the top.

"Then you know already. I need to change his room, not because of any complaints from his roommate, but because it's simpler for me to have the four freshmen on my floor in two rooms so I can help mentor you more easily this year. Just in case you need help with admin or your professors. Freshmen often have difficulty adjusting to being on their own and navigating the crazy bureaucracy at the college level. But I need to make sure that you'll be okay with him as a roommate."

I narrowed my eyes and asked, "What's that supposed to mean? If Liam needs a new roommate, and that roommate is me, it shouldn't really matter what I think. He has a right to be respected as much as any other student."

Desi swallowed hard and looked a little embarrassed. "I'm glad to hear you say that because I agree with you 100%. The thing is that you're a newblood mage and I wasn't sure how... accepting you would be... given your... um... upbringing."

I chuckled. "You mean you want to make sure that the Okie isn't going to make his life hell just because he's different? Don't worry on my account. And don't fall into the trap of thinking that everyone from Oklahoma is narrow minded. A lot are. My parents could give lessons in how to keep your mind closed, but there are enough of us who aren't like that at all."

He gave me a nervous grin. "Sorry. I was raised around mages and it was surprising how much intolerance and bigotry comes from mundanes."

I sighed. "You're right. Mages on the other hand are all open and accepting – except when it comes to mundanes. Or other magical beings. It's okay to be prejudiced against them, even to enslave them magically."

He and Marvin both had the good graces to look embarrassed over that point. Finally, Desi said, "I never claimed we were perfect. I just meant that this kind of bigotry – you know, against gay people – is more common among mundanes."

I decided to let it go. Desi meant well. I said, "Tell Liam I would be happy to share a room with him. That's right, isn't it? Liam uses he not they?"

He nodded. "If you ask him, you'll get a long story about it, but he uses he or they, but most people call him he because he looks like a boy except for his breasts."

Desi thanked me and got up to go. When he left the room and Marvin had finished the chant to purify my blood, he said, "You didn't even mention the typical prejudice against newbloods that most mages have, including some of my family, or the prejudice mages from the Fifty Families hold towards those of us who are oldbloods, but not wealthy and influential like them."

We both laughed and shared some stories while he checked to make sure that I was free of the vampiric taint. Finally I admitted, "I guess I shouldn't get too superior over it. Apparently I'm a long lost mage in one of the oldblood families. My great-grandmother was an Ambrose. Do you know them?"

Marvin choked. "Know the Ambrose family? Of course I do. They're elites even among the Fifty Families. Rich, powerful, and influential from Massachusetts to Virginia, and as far west as Chicago. That makes you a cousin to Sebastian and Coach Ambrose. I'd be willing to bet that you're related to all the members of the Fifty Families here: Clarissa, Desi, Micah, and probably more I can't think of off the top of my head."

I shrugged. "Yeah, but to most of them I'm still a newblood Okie mage with no training."

I felt remarkably refreshed and fit once the vampire blood was gone from my body. I went for a run and then went back to the room to take a shower. When I came out, Liam was already putting his clothes away. His back was to me and he was pointing a wand into the top drawer.

"Dimittatur encantum," he chanted as he thrust the wand deeper into the drawer.

I'd mentioned that he was a good-looking guy, so androgynous that I could almost imagine him as a girl. Today he was wearing a pair of shorts, probably women's shorts from the cut. His waist was narrow enough and his butt round enough to fill them out, but what I could see of his ass through the shorts was muscular, as were his nearly hairless legs. He was wearing a loose top that barely came down to the waistband of his shorts. When he stretched, an inch or so of smooth skin was exposed.

His bed was covered with pictures that looked like photographs of the inside of a drawer. When he turned to select one, he saw me and gave a little jump. He blushed fetchingly and then gave me a smile – and what a smile it was. It was like his extremely kissable lips were issuing a personal invitation. And the sparkle in his eyes seemed to confirm it. He bit his lip as he looked me up and down slowly. I'd almost forgotten that I was naked except for a towel wrapped around my waist.

Then it was my turn to blush. I shrugged and said, "Sorry. I didn't realize that you were here already. I've gotten used to hanging around naked until I dry off. Let me grab some clothes and go back into the bathroom to change."

He laughed in reply. "Don't hurry on my account. I can keep my back turned if you want."

I grabbed a pair of briefs and some knit shorts. When he turned around, I pulled the towel off and dressed hurriedly. Now more modestly dressed, I moved over to him. "My name's Joey Peters. Do you need some help getting moved in?"

He gestured at the pictures scattered on his bed. "Not really. I picturafied the contents of my drawers before moving. Of course I then had to drop them in the hallway, so they're out of order now."

He went back to the pictures then stopped and held out his hand. I took hold of it. His hands were narrow, almost like a girl's. I was tempted to kiss the back of his hand because it was so soft and Liam's femininity was undeniable, but I still wasn't sure of the right thing to do in this situation. "I'm sorry. I'm a bit flustered right now. My name's Liam Everett. Thank you for the offer of help."

I leaned against the side of the chest of drawers, hoping to get to know him a little better before I had to run off to Chem lab, but also hoping to see what he was doing with his wand. "Sorry I came out naked before."

He glanced over and smiled again. "What?" I asked.

He laughed. "You're wearing less now than you were before."

I hadn't thought about it. I was wearing a clean pair of running shorts so they had only a three inch inseam, and I hadn't put on a shirt. I shrugged. "I can put on a shirt if it bothers you," I offered.

He cocked his head to one side and gave me a half smile this time. "Oh, it doesn't bother me."

I smiled back at him and sighed. "Good! I'm kind of a minimalist when it comes to wearing clothes in the room."

He put another picture in the second drawer and touched it lightly with his wand. "Dimittatur encantum," he chanted. The picture became three dimensional and expanded to fill the drawer. It looked like folded shirts.

"Is that a spell?" I asked. "It seemed really fast and simple."

He gave me a questioning look. "No. It was just a dismissal key for the spell I used to transform the contents of the drawer in the first place. Haven't you ever used it?"

I shook my head. "I was born a mage, but I didn't know it until recently. I haven't had any training at all."

He picked up another picture and placed it in the third drawer. "Go get your wand and I'll show you," he said.

I rushed over to retrieve the wand I'd chosen. It was long and thick, made of a very hard wood (I'd later find out that it was desert ironwood), with magical sigils incised deep in the grain in a spiral pattern. The sigils were inlaid with silver, which made a contrast with the dark brown wood. I'd found several, but this one had seemed to grow warm and vibrate in my hands when I'd touched it. So it was my favorite. I walked back over and Liam put a hand on my arm. It was confusing in a way, this commingling of genders, but also completely fascinating. His hand was delicate like a girl's, but also strong with just a few callouses from some kind of work. His short nails were well tended and painted the colors of the rainbow.

"This isn't a spell, but you are a mage, and this is a wand, so you should be able to key the dismissal. All you have to do is say the phrase `dimittatur encantum' and then touch the wand to the picture."

He pronounced it "di-mit-TOT-er in-CAN-toom" with both of the i sounds short and the a in CAN sounding like ah. I did it right the first time. When I touched the picture, I felt a spark and tingle run up the wand and through my arm. The picture grew three dimensional and expanded to fill the drawer with pairs of folded pants, shorts on the right and long pants on the left.

Liam patted my arm and said, "Great! Now you can order food and stuff from magical shops and be able to open it!"

I nodded. "I don't know anything about the magical world, maybe you can help me learn."

He stopped and stared for a moment, a smile playing over his lips. "Maybe I can. I have a tight schedule, but if we're going to be roommates, we should have time."

I spent the rest of the morning talking to Liam, getting to know about him. He was very upfront about being intersex, and it being natural for him. I told him I'd done a little research when I looked up the pin he wears. Then I told him that I didn't want to pry, but I was happy to listen to anything he thought I should know, he gave me a wink and said, "You'll probably get tired of my gabbing before too long, but I've found that it's better to be honest and open about things from the beginning so there are no surprises and no misunderstandings."

"I agree," I replied. "Let's see. Apparently I'm related to the Ambrose family, but I was raised mundane in Oklahoma by my mundane parents. They're basically good people, but subconsciously racist and homophobic. I'm a bisexual guy who's trying to try new things now that I'm away from home. Um... I kind of fell in with a bad crowd at first because I didn't know what I was doing. They were hunters and they were working for a vampire who dominated me and made me do things against my will until I broke free and helped Nico the elf free his minions the vampire had captured. Oh, and I'm studying History, but have no plans for what to do with the degree once I graduate. And I played football and baseball in high school."

Liam seemed concerned. "Hey... um... Thanks for the info dump, but are you sure that you're okay? That sounds like a lot. I know we're just getting to know one another, but I'm a good listener and it sounds like you've had a lot to process in a very short time."

Of course we knew each other, but barely as acquaintances. We lived on the same floor of the dorm, and we shared a chemistry lecture. But we hadn't really spoken to each other, yet.

I shook my head. "I shouldn't have dumped all that on you so fast. It's just that it has all come to head recently and it just spilled out of my mouth. I haven't got any close friends here yet to share stuff with, mostly because of everything I just overshared with you. And people I know back home are mundane so..."

Liam seemed mollified if not completely at peace. Still he gave me a smile and said, "I guess it's my turn. My family are oldblood mages, but not so lofty as your Ambrose relatives. I grew up in Portland and went to the Pythia Academy. My parents are super-awesome, but they can be a little much, especially my mom. She's the ultimate helicopter parent. I'm intersex, but I can pass as a dude, except for my breasts. I suffered horribly from Klinefelter Syndrome when I hit puberty. Magic couldn't address the underlying problem, although I did try living as a male for a year. It wasn't really me, and I went back to suffering until a mage-healer with a medical degree came up with a magical plan of action that worked. Her name was Gloria Qiu and she's the reason I've decided to become a healer. I played harpasta and pilaria at the Academy and soccer in a youth league both before puberty and after my condition was stabilized. Oh and I don't mind people assuming I'm a gay guy because I do like guys."

We talked a little more. He was just explaining harpasta, which sounded kind of like rugby played with wands, when an alarm went off on my phone telling me it was time to go to class. I'd forgotten to get ready. I started digging through my drawers.

I heaved a deep sigh. "I got so engaged in getting to know you, Liam, that I forgot that I have to put on jeans and a long sleeve shirt because I'm going to Chemistry lab and I can't have bare arms or legs."

Liam jumped up and said, "I'm sorry to be so engaging, but I'm glad that I can help you out. Put all the clothes you need to wear on the bed and then I'll get you dressed in a few seconds."

I threw some jeans, a long sleeve tee, a pair of socks, and my leather boots I'd bought to keep my feet safe onto the bed. "Okay, I can't wait to see this."

Liam twirled his wand and grinned. "I promise I'm not a pervert, but I can't put those clothes on you without taking the one's you're currently wearing off."

I held my arms out and tightened my core body muscles. "Go ahead. I have nothing to be ashamed of."

He twirled his wand for a moment between his long fingers and then waved it in my direction. "Joey denudetur et vestimenta deponantur in lectum."

My clothes flew off my body and landed in a neat pile on my bed. Liam put his hand over his mouth and closed his eyes. "Sorry! I forgot to exclude your briefs. Um... if you drop them on the pile of clothes you want to wear, I'll get you dressed as soon as possible."

I moved my briefs onto the pile and then told Liam I was ready. He had to open his eyes to do the spell, but he cast it quickly. "Joey vestiatur."

My clothes flew onto my body. Even my boots somehow ended up on my feet while I was standing flat on the ground. I gave him a nod. "That was impressive, but I shouldn't get too used to you dressing me. You probably have a few things you need to do yourself."

I grabbed my backpack and shoved my goggles and lab coat in it. Liam said, "Oh... just a few."

As I was heading out the door, he added, "You were right by the way. You don't have anything to be ashamed of."

Liam

I let my breath out slowly. Rooming with Joey was going to be hard. He didn't seem even the slightest bit bigoted, but he was handsome and his body was smoking hot. I'd been hard from the moment I saw him wrapped in that towel. And then I'd accidentally stripped him naked and seen him standing there semi hard and mouthwateringly impressive. I flung myself backward onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.

Moving in with a new roommate was always hard. We'd have to negotiate our boundaries somehow without having an awkward sit down discussion over how much modesty we wanted in the room or how we were going to share the space. My last roommate hadn't said anything, but I could tell that he was uncomfortable whenever he saw me, even in my underwear. I hoped Joey wouldn't be like that. He didn't seem the type, but I'd been disappointed in the past.

I dragged myself off the bed and finished unpacking. I'd have to put my posters and decorations up later. I had two lab classes back to back today, biology and then chemistry. Joey and I were in the same chem class, but we had different labs. I made sure to pack everything neatly and then headed out to the lab.

My partners in Bio Lab were Micah and Cameron. They were a cute couple. Micah was a couple inches taller than me, although he wore two inch heels that made him seem taller. He was in a shiny white blouse that he wore buttoned only halfway up, with a diaphanous gold tee shirt showing off beneath it. His capri pants were a dark brown. He was wearing his more fitted necklace of rose gold chain links as always and I could see his Serapis medallion beneath his shirt on a thinner gold chain.

Cameron was Micah's boyfriend. He was a few inches taller but, with Micah's heels, they appeared to be the same height. I thought that he looked like Cameron Monaghan, only with a lot more freckles. And he was very fit. Of course that was new. I remember the skinnier version of him from the beginning of the year. I knew that he'd used magic to get as fit as he was. Ordinarily a spell like that wouldn't last, but from what he'd been saying, he'd been hitting the gym to maintain his new physique.

We were lucky enough to not have a fourth partner, because we were the only three mages in the class, which meant we didn't have to watch what we said so long as we whispered when using Latina Moderna.

Micah leaned over and placed one well-manicured hand on my arm. "You said you weren't seeing anyone, so you should go to Club 18 with us tonight. We're planning on dancing the night away. Maybe you can meet a handsome stud, maybe one who really knows how to use his big wand, like my Cam. Who, of course, is taken."

My brain leapt to Joey. I wondered if he danced, and I had seen the size of his wand. I sighed, "I can't. I'm scheduled to work at Alchemy House. They're going to let me work without supervision tonight. Of course the Grays will upstairs if there's trouble, but I hope to show Jason that I can handle the lab on my own."

It irked me a little that Jason was so arrogant when it came to alchemy. He tended to think that everyone but him didn't really know what they were doing. He'd softened a little when I'd told him that I'd trained under Franklin Meng at Pythia. He knew of my mentor and respected him.

Micah gave me a disapproving look. "You have to have fun sometimes, Liam. When do you have a Friday night free?"

I wanted to remind him that I wasn't from one of the fifty families, and I had to work because my parents could barely afford tuition at Severan. We were comfortably middle class, which meant we weren't poor enough to qualify for Severan Foundation scholarships. I had some academic scholarships and a bursary from the Portlandia Claustrum, but I had to work for spending money. And I needed a curriculum vitae filled with work in alchemy and healing if I had a chance of getting into the Academia Asclepiana after graduation.

Still, he was right. I did need to get out. I couldn't spend four years just studying. "I'm free next Friday and the Friday after. We alternate weekend shifts, and next weekend the lab will be closed because of Family and Friends weekend. If you're both free, we can go out then."

Cameron hugged Micah close and said, "Micah is always up for dancing."

Micah winked at me and leaned against his boyfriend. "And Cam is always up for being out on the dance floor while I rub up against him."

Cameron squeezed Micah harder in his arms and acted sad. "I'm not that bad. You and Alonzo make everyone else look clumsy on the dance floor."

Micah gave him a quick kiss. "Don't worry, Cam. I just teasing."

He looked over at me and mouthed, "I'm not teasing." Then he sighed, "It's true, Alonzo does make us all look like we have two left feet. If you haven't seen him dancing, Liam, you really need to. Of course, he's practically a professional, being a songmage and all."

I was more than capable of copying down observations while talking. So was Cameron. Micah on the other hand seemed unconcerned with notes. I suspected that he just studied with his boyfriend. He was like a lot of rich kids I'd known back at Pythia.

I asked Cameron, "So, Micah calls you Cam. Do you have a pet name for him?"

He blushed deep red, almost as red as his hair. He didn't respond until Micah poked him in the ribs. "Go ahead. Tell him."

Cameron whispered in English, "Gingerbread."

I gave the two of them a quizzical look. Micah laughed softly and switched back to Latin except for that one word. "I was joking around and called Cam Gingerbread one night because he's a ginger and he's so very tasty, but he said that that name better described me because I was the one who was getting ginger bred."

They were so corny, but so in love, that it made me want to go find someone for myself. Joey would be ideal since he was so amazingly hot and he was my roommate, but I barely knew him and didn't know if he'd be into a guy with breasts.

Okay, to set the record straight. I am very proud of who I am. I'm intersex, which means I have some male characteristics and some female characteristics. I won't go into every detail right now, in some kind of expository lump, but that's who I am. However... I tend to think of myself as a guy with some female characteristics. I use he, him, and his pronouns or they, them, and their interchangeably. And I like guys. I like sexy, athletic guys with great bodies... and dicks like that eight inch python Joey keeps in those thankfully short running shorts.

But Joey was also my roommate. If I was too forward with him, I could make it very uncomfortable for both of us for the rest of the year. Call me submissive if you want (Oh, please call me your submissive, Joey!), but I was going to wait for him to make the first move so that I didn't freak him out.

We continued to chat for the rest of the lab, with Cameron and I both taking meticulous notes. I couldn't help but appreciate that his were as good as mine. Micah was happy to adjust the microscope, change the slides and share his opinion of what we were seeing. He didn't even draw the pictures himself; he used a spell to copy the image into his lab book. I preferred to do the work manually. Evidently so did Cameron.

As we were leaving class, Micah said, "You need to come to our Friday bio study group next week. You're brilliant and we can use your input. And, you have to get to know Oliver. He's the smartest guy I know, no offense to either of you. So you'll get something out of it, too."

"I'll think about it," I said.

"Think all you want, Liam, but I am going to stop by your room and pick you up next Friday, so make sure you're ready."

I threw my hand up in the air. "Alright! I'll try it once, Micah, but I don't have a lot of free time."

Cameron

I always felt guilty whenever I was around Liam. He was extremely attractive, with his forward swept auburn hair and his flawless skin that was about halfway between mine and Micah's in tone. When we'd first met, I'd been uncomfortable with the fact that he had breasts. I wasn't proud of it, and a month later I was positively embarrassed by my earlier reaction. He'd never let on, but I always had the impression that he knew about my initial response. If only there were some way I could bring the subject up without causing him distress, I'd tell him how grateful I was to him for helping me to grow as a person. I knew it wasn't the same thing at all, but if I hadn't become comfortable around him, I would have been freaked out a little when Micah started referring to himself as non-binary and he started wearing more effeminate clothing. My relationship with the guy I'd been crushing on for years was only possible because of me getting to know Liam.

Friday night, Micah and I went out to Club 18 with Jason, Erik, Kieran, and Alonzo. All three of our eromeni looked beautiful, but my eyes were glued on Micah. At first, I'd been a little hesitant when he'd started dressing differently, but I was more than willing to trade that for the cuffs and collar he'd been wearing for Remy. Of course, now I loved it.

I had been so afraid of not being able to hold onto him because I wasn't an authoritarian asshole like Remy and I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to give him what he needed in a lover. But then Jason had given me the best advice.

He said, "You and I are lucky, Cameron. Our lovers are true mollici, soft boys who enjoy being treated like princesses by their men. Of course, you need to never tell Kieran that I said he was my princess. He's sensitive about feminine terms. All we have to do is to treat our boys as if they were our girlfriends. All of us, even us gay men, have been socialized to know what that looks like. Keep your hands on Micah's back, shoulders, or even bottom. Pull out chairs for him. Kiss him frequently in a romantic way. Don't try to always make it sexual. You lead, and he will follow."

Since then, I'd been following that advice. And Micah seemed happier than I'd ever seen him. I'd been excited to go out dancing tonight, but Micah had talked of almost nothing else for two days. Of course he looked amazing. He'd been ordering clothes for overnight delivery from Dalembert's in The Nexus. Apparently they had all his sizes on file. I just shopped online from Amazon, but then again Micah had a lot more money than me. His mother gave him $1600 a month for expenses while at college (much more than the $400 my parents could afford), and she paid for the things he ordered on her accounts.

Tonight he was wearing dark red capri pants that fit him tight across the butt but hung loose to mid-calf. He was wearing knee high boots with two inch heels, usually enough to make us the same height. Except tonight I'd worn my cowboy boots so I had an inch on him. His shirt was loose and delightfully sheer. It clung to his slim chest, leaving no doubt that he was male, despite his gender bending attire. He'd used a spell to shorten his raven hair just enough to frame his face while hanging in loose curls to his collar in the back. He was wearing shimmering coral eyeshadow and a deep russet lipstick. In addition to the rose gold necklace I'd bought him, he had matching earrings that looked like hanging stars. He was so put together that the overall effect was nothing short of perfection.

Of course, Alonzo and Kieran were glitzy and glamorous as well. Erik and I kept it simple with plaid shirts and jeans. As usual, Jason made us both look like slobs, since he was wearing a suit with a Chinese design. It had those little knotted fasteners and a straight collar. Jason gave me the best advice, but I had more in common with Erik, even though I was mageborn and he was raised mundane.

Erik was more down to earth, like my family. While the Lee's weren't technically part of the Fifty Families, they were close enough with their wealth and prestige. And it was widely rumored that they were going to be officially voted in at the Montrose Winter Ball this year. My dad said that they were a shoo-in because the Wus wanted another Chinese American family in their private little wannabe oligarch's club. There were seventeen places to fill, but you could bet that the Campbells (my family) wouldn't be on any short lists.

Club 18 was awesome. No alcohol or drugs were served there, but I wasn't really a fan of either. I'd had beer and wine, and I'd smoked a little pot. I could take it or leave it. Italian sodas, espresso drinks, and milkshakes were more to my liking and they served all of those. They also had virgin cocktails, which Micah liked a lot. I tried his virgin sea breeze, and it was good. $5 for a small glass of grapefruit juice, cranberry juice, and sugar seemed a bit excessive to me. But Micah was paying tonight, like he did every night. The newfound dom in me was chaffing a little at needing my sugar bottom (was that even a thing?) to pay for things, but that was the way it was. I'm sure that my sisters will be congratulating me on marrying up when the time comes, but it still felt a bit off to me.

I loved Jason, Erik, Kieran, and Alonzo (I usually referred to them as the JKEA squad), but they were a tight group. They never made me feel unwelcome, but they made me feel like we were extra, that we weren't really part of their group. When Jason led Alonzo onto the dance floor and Erik took Kieran, I leaned over to Micah and asked, "What do you think that's about?"

He shook his head and kissed me gently. "You're so naïve, Cam. Those boys are in a quad relationship. I just don't know if they're aware of it yet."

We kissed a little more, then we went onto the dance floor. Micah had been teasing me earlier about my dancing. I was much better than Erik (the poor guy looked uncomfortable stomping around out there). I may not have been as good as Jason, but I wasn't that much worse than him. I had my two older sisters, Laura and Deedee, to thank for that. They'd always made me dance with them, and then they'd made me teach my younger sister, Bella. They'd taught me to lead. When my older brother Mal made me dance with him, he always got behind me and ground against me suggestively, laughing the whole time. He never did that with our youngest brother Alastair, but then again I'd never been shy about liking both boys and girls even when I was a kid. Al seemed to prefer girls, at least so far. (He was in his third year at Sagacia now).

I could hold my own against Micah. He always said that he had the more complicated part since he was the one who was shimmying against me and doing all the fancy footwork, but I was the one who had to keep him steady when he twirled, and I was the one who had to hold him when I dipped him or when I swept him into my arms at the appropriate time.

We headed back to the table around the same time as the JKEA quad. They were all over each other, mostly Jason and Erik with their two boys, but I could see the affection in Erik and Jason's eyes as they caught sight of each other over the heads of their diminutive lovers. They headed back to Alchemy House once I assured them that I would be able to get Micah and I back via translocation. We planned to close out the club tonight. At least that was the plan.

We went back out onto the dance floor. It was a slow song and we were swaying to the music. My hands were firmly around Micah's waist and his arms were hanging loosely around my neck. We alternated between staring into one another's eyes and kissing passionately. The night was perfect... until it wasn't.

I saw him before Micah did. Across the dance floor, Remy Adler was dancing with a guy in his early to mid-twenties. I tried to ignore him and keep him behind Micah's back so he wouldn't see Remy. It didn't work. At the end of the song, they headed in our direction, his partner following along with his hand in Remy's back pocket.

"Imagine running into you here," Remy said, trying to emulate his father's rumbling basso but failing.

Micah stepped back into the crook of my arm. He wrapped his arm around my waist and clung to me like a man in fear of drowning. Remy smiled but Micah's died on his face. I wrapped my left arm around his shoulders to let him know that I had him.

"I could say the same to you," I replied.

Remy's smile seemed friendly on the surface, but his eyes belied that appearance. "Since we're both here, why don't you let me have one dance with Micah and you can have one dance with Sam Hallam here."

The guy he was with was undeniably handsome, with light brown hair cut short and stylishly, and a boyish face that made him look younger than his probable twenty-five to thirty years. His shoulders were broad, his belly flat and his pecs pronounced enough that his bright blue tee was molded to his chest. And he was taller than me. Heck! He was several inches taller than Remy. No matter how handsome he was, however, I wasn't tempted in the slightest.

I snorted. "There is no way that I am going to allow you to spend any private time with Micah, and you will never put your hands on him again."

Remy's hand brushed against his wand like he was threatening me. "You've gotten awfully cocky since the Academy, boy."

I shook my head and put my right hand on my wand. "I'm not a boy anymore, Remy. And it has been a long time since you were bullying younger and less well-trained mages. I'm better than I was before I finished my training and you were already certified. I'm faster, and I've been training with Oliver."

"Oliver's a little twerp," Remy said dismissively.

I laughed at him. "You know what? Oliver probably wouldn't disagree with you on that. But it doesn't change the fact that he was better than you back in school and he's even better now. And he's been working with me. If you want to test me, just let me know. We'll put together a comitia pro duellum, and we'll meet in the hypogeum of Severan House and I will humiliate you in front of the observers."

Remy gave me a crooked smile, but he seemed to be reconsidering his bluster. "I may decide to take you up on that someday."

"Any day," I said.

Then I led Micah off the dance floor. I wished I felt as confident as I'd been pretending. Micah looked up into my eyes and said, "I love you, Cameron. I love you so much."

I kissed him. "I don't feel like dancing anymore. Let's go back to the room so I can fuck you senseless."

Remy Adler

When did Cameron get so cocky? And when did he get so buff? I'd almost challenged him as soon as he brought up Oliver's name, but then I had a flashback to pissing my pants for months until Oliver had deigned to break that curse. And he'd made me drink his goddamned piss as part of the curse breaking. I kept telling myself that he'd gotten lucky, but the truth was that I hadn't even had a chance to raise my wand in a counterspell. I'd cast my own stupefaction curse, and I'd thought I'd done it fast, but that little punk had brushed my spell aside almost as an afterthought while throwing his piss pants curse at the same time.

I watched Cameron walk out of the room with my rightful property on his arm. Oh, I was going to get him back, and maybe I'd fuck that hunky redhead, too. I didn't know how I was going to do it yet, but I would.

In the meantime, I led Sam Hallam, officer Sam Hallam that is, into the back hallway. I cast an obfuscation spell to shield us from mundane eyes, but mages would be able to see me without a full invisibility glamor, and that wasn't my specialty.

I'd spotted Hallam right away. He'd been lurking in the bathroom, flashing his dick, hoping to get someone to proposition him. That's when I'd hit him with a powerful domination spell. He'd admitted that he'd been sent by the chief to find something illegal going on in this club. It was entrapment and it was homophobia. Maybe I'd talk to dad about taking over as police chief. He'd be able to swing it. We needed a mage in charge of the mundane law enforcement.

I made him kneel before me while I cast a powerful spell to see the mental artifacts that represented his beliefs, biases, goals, fears, and convictions. I'd done this before. It was easy with mundanes because they lacked the basic defenses that mages built up over years of working with magic. I knew that my spells were slapdash. They wouldn't stand up to a skilled enchanter with a better understanding of the theory.

I used a series of quick mental transformation spells. The mental artifact representing his sexuality was complex. He had a deep underlying curiosity about gay sex, a powerful fear of that curiosity, a sexual response that showed 90% heterosexual and 10% homosexual. I flipped that around to 90% homosexual and 10% heterosexual. Then I changed that fear into an ambition to seek out as much gay sex as possible with as many different partners as possible. I altered the curiosity so that it focused on submission.

Then I implanted a deep and powerful loyalty to me that override all other loyalties. And now I had another slave to join Leo Wagner. If I kept this up, I'd have a whole band of mundane slaves. The last alteration I made was to erase any knowledge of this encounter. The changes would remain, but not the memory.

I leaned back against the wall and waited for Officer Hallam to recover from his trance. He looked up at me and gave me a broad smile. His hands moved up to my groin and rubbed my cock through my pants. "Go ahead. Do what you want," I sneered.

Hallam unbuttoned my pants and fished my cock out. He was the world's worst cocksucker, unsurprising since he'd never done it before. But he was going to get a lot of practice.

Cameron

I'd taken Micah back to Severan House and then straight to the dorm. He'd told me to go down to the minimarket to pick up some bottled water. When I came back up to the room, Micah was lying on the bed we shared on his side. He was wearing a white lacy thong, a white lace top that was held by a single button, and lacy stockings that came up to the middle of his thighs. The contrast with his olive skin was breathtaking.

I stopped abruptly when I saw him, the two bottles of icy cold water suddenly freezing my hands. My voice caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. Micah got off the bed and walked over to me. With me in my cowboy boots and him in his stockinged feet I was about a quarter foot taller than him. I stood there like an idiot while he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Do you like it?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded slowly and managed a weak, "Yes. I... um... You look amazing."

He took the water bottles from my hands and placed them on the table by the twin bed we called ours. "We're going to need these later."

When his back was facing me I saw that his top covered his round ass, but it concealed very little since it was made of lace. I could see his beautiful cheeks beneath that sheer cloth. I still hadn't moved when Micah came back to me. He wrapped one arm around my neck and used the other to rub my cock through my jeans.

When I went to put my hand on his dick, he took hold of it and moved it around to his bottom. I could take a hint. I put both hands on the soft skin of his ass and rubbed it. I ran a finger along the strap that ran between his cheeks. I knew that there was no way that Micah would come to me this way without cleaning up first. I rubbed his hole until he purred. He was already slippery, so I wormed my finger inside him and plunged into his moist warmth.

I kissed Micah's soft lips. They had a sensually spicy orange taste. Then I pulled my finger out and stuck it in my mouth. I gave him a wink and said, "I think you're done."

He sighed and then kissed my neck. "I am not done. I'm just getting started, lover."

"I hope that you are just getting started because so am I," I said.

Then I put my hands on his shoulders and held him at arm's length so I could look him over from head to toe. I undid the button on the front of his top and saw his nipples standing out from his smooth chest like hard little nubs. I ran a finger down his chest and flat belly, all the way to his hard cock. The front of his lacy thong was dripping with precum.

I sucked the slimy sweetness from my fingers, then held his chin up so I was looking him directly in his eyes. "You are so beautiful, Micah, and..." I waved my hands around to indicate his outfit. "...and this look is... well, I have never been more excited than I am now."

Micah grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, sending two of the buttons flying across the room. He gave me an apologetic look. "Oops. I guess I'll have to fix your shirt later, but right now..."

He ran his fingernails down my chest and added, "... I need you to take me over to that bed, and I need you to make love to me."

I slid an arm under Micah's legs and swept him up so I could carry him over to our bed. We'd decided to share a twin, even though it was a tight fit, because we were happier being snuggled up together. I kissed him and said, "Stay on the far end, near the wall. Looking at Jason's room gave me an idea."

I needed to flex my magical muscles. If I couldn't blow Remy Adler into tiny little bits and leave them strewn across the state, I could at least do something constructive. With a wave of my wand, I chanted, "Hic lectus ad illum lectum moveatur."

The other, rarely used bed slid next to his. The next step was more complicated. "Duo lecti unus fiat."

The two beds joined into one, as did the mattresses and the sheets. Micah had turned so that he was face down, his butt peeking out the bottom of his lacy top, his legs raised with ankles crossed. He looked in my direction and raised his eyebrows.

"You've shown me how talented you are with the virga in your hand. Now come show me how well you can use that virga in your pants."

My cock throbbed at his words. Micah was growing bolder, turning into a demanding bottom... and I loved it. His need to have me inside him gave me confidence and made me more eager to give him what he wanted. And I was sure it was making me a more confident mage as well. Being with Micah was indeed making me a man.

I waved my wand and kept my spell to single word, "Exuam_!"_

My clothes flew off and landed in a messy heap that would have been avoided if I'd taken the time to be more flowery in my language.

Micah

Cameron had been growing more confident every day. It had only been a week, and he wasn't the same boy he had been. He was a man. Sure he'd used magic to bulk up, but his newfound maturity wasn't about his strength and appearance. It was about his attitude, the way he was now taking charge.

The way he'd cast off his clothes was the most recent example, but one of many. He'd always been so careful, taking ten times as long to cast the spell, and being so exact with his wording. This time, he'd been fast, decisive and his clothes had flown off and landed haphazardly on the floor all around him. I'd be cleaning that mess up, and you might think that that truth would make me angry or annoyed, but you'd be wrong. It was... manly... that was the word. It was the kind of taking charge of the space around him that I loved in dominant men.

And the sight of him, standing there naked, his cock hard and ready, his every muscle showing beneath his pale skin, his freckles standing out in stark contrast, the red-orange curls on top of his head, the closely trimmed hair on the sides, the brownish red scruff on his cheeks and his jaw. All of it, all of him made my culus relax, like it was opening in anticipation of welcoming him inside me.

He joined me in bed and turned me over onto my back so he could kiss me. His lips were firm and his tongue was insistent as he thrust it inside my mouth. I let him have his way with me, but I used my tongue to welcome him and make sure he knew that I was his.

Cameron ran his hands over my chest and then down my sides. The feel of his strong hands on my hairless skin made me want to purr with delight. And when he moved to my neck it felt like waves of fire were running along all my nerve endings, a new spark beginning with each touch of his lips. Then he kissed down my chest, spreading the heat as he went. When he reached my belly he paused to tease my navel with his tongue, making me giggle and thrash around wildly. But no matter how I bucked and twisted, I couldn't budge him because he was a lot stronger than me... and I didn't really want to make him stop. Struggling and having Cameron take what he wanted... what he knew I wanted... that was incredibly arousing.

Cameron's hands were all over my body, but I noticed how careful he was not to dislodge the lingerie I was wearing. He ran his hands over my stockinged legs. I'd been wary about dressing like this. I wasn't sure how he would react when he saw me in something this feminine, but it was clear that it excited him. And as far as I was concerned, getting Cameron excited was the most exciting thing I could do for myself. An excited Cameron was an eager Cameron.

I ran my hands through his short hair, letting my nails graze his scalp gently. "Merlin's staff, Cameron! Your mouth feels so good."

He planted a wet kiss on my hard dick, which was trying to break through my lacy panties. He looked up at me and smiled. "Tell me what you want, mi delicate."

My dick wanted to feel his mouth, but its needs were overwhelmed completely by the twitching in my culus. It was pulsing in anticipation. I sighed in eagerness. "Linge culum meum, Amator!"

He winked at me and said, "Your wish is my command, Princess."

He moved down, kissing the sensitive skin between my leg and cock and then did the same thing on the other side. When he gently stroked my hip and said, "Turn over." I wasted no time in obeying him. He thoughtfully slid a pillow under my groin to elevate my ass just enough for his access and my comfort.

He kissed both my cheeks, leaving not a single spot untouched by his lips, then he spread them open. He ran his tongue down my crack, and then back up. I moaned loudly. "Trismegistum_! Basia culum meum._"

He paused for a moment and asked, "Is that what you want, Mi Dulcis? Do you want me to kiss your pretty culus?"

"Ita vero! Yes, yes, yes!"

He ran his tongue around the entrance, teasing me for several excruciating minutes before he thrust inside me. I was already panting and perspiring from excitement. I clenched my hands, grabbing hold of the sheets while I continued to moan almost incoherently. Cameron was relatively new to this activity, but he was a quick study, always listening to my body and adjusted his technique accordingly. I'd recently caught him researching his techniques online. Knowing my pleasure was in his thoughts outside of our sex life was thrilling to me.

It took no time for my culus to relax and open for him. I'd already used magic to clean and lube myself, so I started moaning in Latin and English. "Pedica me! Volo ut transfigas me tua virga dura. Fuck my ass! I want you to run me through with your hard rod."

He stopped eating my ass and told me to turn over again. When I did, Cameron slapped my cock with his own. "Is this hard enough for you, mi concubine?"

I nodded and moaned. "Yes, omnes deos! I need to feel that thing inside me."

He rubbed the head against my hungry hole sending shivers down my spine. Then he pressed forward. We'd both had a lot of practice with blow jobs, but anal sex was still new to both of us, so there was more than a little discomfort, no matter how ready I was, but that discomfort contained within it the seeds of pleasure. Cameron waited for a moment, gently rubbing my thighs until I gave him a nod and said, "It's good now."

He always waited until the discomfort had mostly faded and I'd given him the sign before he continued. Then he slid inside me slowly. He was stretching me, but there was little true resistance because the uguentia enchantment was much more slippery than any mundane lube. Cameron's cock was near the middle of the average range, while mine was just about half an inch shorter. I'd often considered shrinking mine so that it was like the penillus venistus, the charming little penis, so often written of by poets extolling the virtues of their eromeni, but Cameron seemed to like the length of mine just as it was.

Cameron filled me nicely. He was just long enough to press against my inner sphincter (I'd also been doing some online research!), but not long enough to force it open. When his pubic hair was pressing against my ass, my culus was filled from end to end. And although my cock had wilted from the initial discomfort of penetration, it was once again hard and dripping. It never took me long to recover because the pleasure that came from being stuffed easily overwhelmed whatever discomfort it brought.

Cameron echoed my own thoughts when he said, "I swear, Micah, your ass was made for fucking. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever feel better than this."

That made me blush. How could I not with my handsome lover singing the virtues of my ass? I looked up at him and licked my lips. "Deos superos, Cam. Your mentula is made for my culus. It's perfect, and so are you."

Cameron blushed as well. It was much more visible on his fair skin than on mine, and I thought it made him even sexier. He thrust all the way inside again and then bent down to kiss me. "I love you, Micah. I've loved you since seventh grade. I was so afraid of losing you before I had a chance to win your heart."

I hugged him tight. "I think I always loved you, too, Cam. I can imagine the life I'd have had if you hadn't rescued me from my own stupidity. I..."

He kissed me again. "Don't even think about him, Micah. You're mine now. I will never let him or anyone else hurt you."

Tears came to my eyes as I tried to force my memories of Remy's abuse down so far that I could ignore them. I wanted to concentrate on the amazing feeling of Cameron's cock inside me, plunging all the way to the root and claiming me as his own.

"I'm yours, Cam. I will always be yours!" I cried.

Cameron stroked my cheek while thrusting inside me. "And I will always be yours. This relationship is a real relationship. You're mine, and I'm yours, totally and completely."

I nodded and said, "Thank you, Cam. You make me feel safe... and loved."

Cameron continued to fuck me. I knew he was using a spell to hold back his orgasm. I'd overheard him talking about it with Elijah one day. And I appreciated how these small, considerate acts proved how much he loved me. It took longer to reach an anal orgasm than a penile one, but the two of us would be coming together.

Cameron was a really diligent and attentive lover. Once he'd found my g-spot, he hit it every time. He ran his hands over my chest and the sides of my abdomen, pausing frequently to rub my nipples and then to pinch them just hard enough to send jolts of pleasure running down my nerves straight to my cock, making it throb and tingle.

We were both covered in sweat. Cameron's eyes were wide and he was breathing even more hoarsely than I was. "I'm almost there, Cam. O virga Merlinis! I'm... going... to... cum."

"Do it, Mi Dulcis. Cum for me. We'll cum together."

It took several more minutes for the waves of pleasure running from my head to my toes to reach an unstoppable crescendo. I felt my entire body tense and then relax as my orgasm crashed over me. I was shooting my seed inside my lacy thong.

"PEDICA ME, CAM! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!" I yelled.

Cameron was reduced to grunting his pleasure as he thrust as deep as possible and held it there while he sprayed his load inside me. As he finished, he panted. "Fuck, Micah... I... am... so... fucking... in love with you."

We rested there, his body pressing against mine, until our breathing returned to normal. Then he pulled out and lay next to me, so we could kiss. After several minutes of post-coital bliss, he moved back down and pulled my thong aside to lick all my semen from my body. And as soon as he was done, I tackled him and said, "My turn!"

I swallowed his cock and sucked it clean. Then we cuddled for an hour or so, gently stroking one another and confirming our love now that our lust was sated. In many ways, I preferred lying in his arms and kissing even to sex. This is what I could never have had with Remy. And I never wanted to let it go.

Liam

Joey was out when I got back to our room, giving me a chance to do some more unpacking. I had a storage hammock that I strung over my bed, using a simple spell to affix it to the wall. I used it for my soccer ball, my racquets, my lacrosse equipment, and the balls I'd brought for magipilia and harpasta. I was prepared for any sport, mundane or magical. I also hung my pride flag, the new inclusive intersectional flag, my intersex flag, and a full size print of the cover of the latest Wands of Love book. That cover had been created by my brother Vance and he'd signed it.

When Joey came back he asked me if I wanted to get dinner with him. I had a few more preserved meals in my cibarium. I usually did all my meal prep on the weekend and then transmuted them to cartae cibariae, which reminded me that I needed to go shopping this weekend. Of course, having dinner with my new roommate was a much more attractive proposition.

"Since we're celebrating, let's go to Pappy's Pizza," Joey said.

"What are we celebrating?" I asked.

Joey threw an arm around my shoulders and replied, "Getting a new roommate, of course."

He started to draw his arm back, like he was intending a quick side hug, but I leaned against him to let him know that I liked it. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip. He didn't remove his arm until we came to the front door of the dorm. Then he let go to hold the door for me.

"I don't have a car, and I'm not talking to the guy who used to lend me his. So we'll have to take the bus unless you have transportation?" he said.

I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't bring one down from Oregon because that would have been a very long drive. I was thinking of buying a bike to get around, but I haven't done it yet, and I don't think I could balance you on the handlebars."

He laughed at the idea. "I suppose not. But, I was thinking of getting a bike as well. Let me know when you want to go and we can go together."

I stopped and said, "You know, this is a little spontaneous, but it's only 4:30. We could go to the bike shop downtown and then ride over to the pizzeria."

He didn't hesitate. He pulled out his phone and called for a LYFT. "Let's do it!"

I said, "Put *OHT* in the special instructions and the mage LYFT guy will give us priority."

He nodded and said, "That's good to know."

He added the message and then asked, "What's *OHT*?"

I brought my voice down low and said, "Sodalitas Hermae Trismegisti, the Order of Hermes Trismegistus."

"If this guy is a mage, why not use the Latin abbreviation?" he asked.

I chuckled. "*SHT* looks too much like SHIT. We mages try to be circumspect."

It was only ten minutes before the car pulled up, a metallic blue Toyota Camry. The driver was a woman with short red hair, not the natural color, but that really bright red that you can only get with dye. I'd ridden with her before.

"Hi, Dusty," I said as I opened the back door. "My new roommate and I need to get to the Severa Bike Shop before they close."

She asked us to hop in and I slid over to make room for Joey. Then I made introductions. "Dusty, this is Joey. Joey, this is Dusty. She's the only mage driving LYFT in Severan."

Dusty turned around and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Joey. Whenever you send a message with the secret code, I see it first. Just a little spell I worked up to outperform my competition, but it's all good. I can get you anywhere in less time than the other drivers, thanks to a little synchronicity enchantment I keep on my car."

Joey took her hand and shook it. "Pleased to meet you, Dusty. I'm kind of new to the whole magic thing, so I'll just sit back here and pretend that I know what you're talking about."

She laughed and took off. She didn't have to wait. A space in oncoming traffic just opened up for her. I leaned over to Joey and explained. "My mother uses a spell like this to get around. When it's in effect, you can drive at full speed and not worry about other cars or stop lights. Everything just works out for you. And you never have trouble parking. There's always a space available. My dad says he enjoys doing it the mundane way. He's kind of weird that way."

Dusty pulled up in front of the bike shop half an hour before they closed. The two women who owned the store seemed to be put out when they thought we were only window shopping just before closing time on a Friday, but they perked right up when it became clear we were buying. They had street bikes ranging from $1500 on the high end, fancy electric bikes down to $200 basic manual only on the low end. After some discussion, we both bought Schwinn hybrid sport and road bikes. We both chose the same model because it was the best deal for its price. Still, between the bikes, new bike helmets and chains to secure them we spent $600 each. I'd already told my parents I would need to get one, and Joey didn't seem concerned about the price at all. His was a black 19 inch bike and mine was a turquoise 16 inch.

"Ouch!" I said. "My parents gave me $500, so I had to take the rest of that out of my savings."

Joey shrugged. "My great-grandmother left me a lot of money. I get $2000 a month for expenses, and I don't buy much."

It wasn't the first time I'd wished our family had that kind of money. Most of the fifty families are incredibly wealthy. That's what generations of powerful mages with their hands on the levers of power in both the government and the economy can do. I decided to bury any resentment I felt toward Joey deep, where I could ignore it.

It felt good to get on a bike again. I'd ridden a lot back home in Portland. I'd been skateboarding to class, but I needed some way to get around town if I wanted to do some shopping, and a skateboard wasn't very convenient for that. And Joey had hinted at some good trails in the woods he'd heard about. That was why we'd chosen hybrid bikes instead of the cheaper street model.

I can't believe that I'd been in Severan for almost a month and I'd been so busy with studies and work that I hadn't gotten more than a block past the front gate. Pappy Jack's Pizza was a classic hometown pizzeria. It had a cozy dining room with arcade style video games along one wall and a back room with two pool tables. It wasn't a chain restaurant and it served a variety of beers as well as sodas.

Joey and I split a mushroom, pepperoni, sausage, and black olive pizza. Since we were both eighteen, we had root beer instead of actual beer. We continued to talk about our families, our hopes, and our goals. At one point, a very handsome man came out of the pool room. He was classically good looking, with dark hair, five o'clock shadow, a leather jacket worn over a white tee that was so tight it looked painted on his ripped chest, and a pair of jeans that could barely contain a cock that was easily the size of Joey's.

He noticed Joey and strolled over to our table, taking a chair without asking. He threw an arm around Joey's shoulder. He sniffed him and then smiled. "Hey Joey, how's it going tonight?

Joey replied, "Not bad. You playing pool with your... posse?"

He gave us both a look like a predator eyeing a feast. "Yeah! And I won three games in a row, two against those bikers in there, until that nerdy little punk got involved."

He pointed to the back table where a cute, owl-eyed guy (I think his name was Oliver) was chalking up his pool cue. I didn't know him, but I had met him at a couple of beginning of the year events. I knew he was a mage and that he was friends of Micah and Cameron. He was standing next to a Latino guy a little taller than him who was one of the handsomest guys I'd ever laid eyes on.

"Oliver?" I asked.

Joey's friend started laughing, showing that he wasn't really upset. He sighed and shook his head. "I guess Oliver was right. Pool is all about geometry and controlled and precise application of force. He took me for $50."

He cocked his head to one side and inhaled deeply, then his eyes fixed on me. "You smell... different?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, drawing back. If I had a sense of smell, I'd have taken a whiff of my underarms. (Klinefelter Syndrome causes anosmia, an inability to smell).

Aidan laughed. "Not bad, cutie, just different."

Then he looked at Joey. "What's wrong with you, Joey? Who is this guy? Introduce us so he knows that I'm not dangerous."

Joey shook his head. "Aidan, this is Liam, my new roommate. Liam, this is Aidan. And don't believe him. He is dangerous, but he won't hurt you because he doesn't have a need to."

Okay. I had a thing for bad boys, and Aidan gave off genuine bad boy vibes. I held out my hand and replied, "I'm pleased to meet you, Aidan."

He took my hand and held it more gently than I expected him to. Then he drew it to his mouth and kissed the back. "And I am pleased to meet you. If you ever want to experience fifty horsepower between your legs, give me a call. And after we're done, I can give you a ride on my motorcycle."

That was forward! Was I insulted? Yeah, a little, but he was grinning like he was joking and not joking at the same time. I didn't know what to say, then Joey punched him playfully, but clearly to make a point, in the arm. "Hey! Back off horndog! How do you know we're not together?"

Aidan let go of my hand and gave me a wink. Then he poked Joey back. "Who says I'd care if you were? But, you're not. I can't smell him on you or you on him."

Then Aidan stood up and said to Joey, "Meet me tomorrow morning at the gym, 9:00 a.m. You owe me and I'm going to collect."

Joey

It was good getting to know Liam. He seemed like a nice guy, and he was very pretty. I have to admit that I was intrigued by his breasts. I'd come to realize that I preferred guys, but the one thing about girls that always turned my head was their breasts. And, unlike a lot of guys I knew, I preferred them small and perky instead of large. Still, I wasn't looking for a steady boyfriend and I suspected that a hookup with a roommate could lead to awkwardness down the road.

When Aidan told me to be at the gym at 9:00 a.m., I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but he was so hot that blood rushed to my dick instead. When I'd run onto him in the library, brazenly fucking that cute guy in between the stacks, we'd kind of agreed to hook up. Now he was demanding that I meet up with him. I'd see how I felt in the morning. Hell, who was I kidding? I was going to set an alarm to make sure I got up on time.

Liam asked, "What did he mean that he couldn't smell me on you or you on me?"

I whispered, "You didn't pick up on the fact he's a werewolf?"

"No, I didn't. I just thought he was a mundane bad boy you knew," he replied. "I've never hung around with werewolves before. We didn't have a pack in my hometown. There was one up the mountains, but none of the mages in Portland had anything to do with them."

"There are a lot of them here in Severan, so you're not going to be able to avoid them here," I replied.

Liam nodded and gave me a half smile. "I read about it before coming here. There are between two and three dozen most years, but it didn't worry me. There are a hundred and fifty mages."

"Wait! There are a hundred and fifty mages at the school?" I asked in surprise.

He nodded and said, "Yeah. Wait until the next mage event at Ibis House."

I was even more confused. "What's Ibis House?"

Liam's eyes opened in surprise. "I keep forgetting that you don't know anything about the magical world. If you want, I can be your Virgil."

I gave him a questioning look and he said, "You know, from the Divine Comedy?"

I laughed. "I may be an Okie, but I can read. I wasn't questioning the reference, just questioning whether the magical world was Hell or Purgatory, because Beatrice guided Dante through Heaven."

Liam blushed and bit his lip, a trait I found endearing. "Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed... but I can still be your guide to the magical world if you want."

I took his hand in mine. "Don't let it bring you down. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I would be happy to have you as my Beatrice... or Beatricius... or whatever the masculine form of Beatrix is."

He laughed and replied, "Beator, but you can call me Beatrice if you want. It doesn't bother me."

"Nah! I think I'll stick with Liam. It suits you better."

**********

I did set my alarm last night. I usually got ready quickly, but I gave myself a full hour this morning so I could brush my teeth, shower and... well I didn't know what Aidan had in mind, so I douched and grabbed some disposable lube packets. I even put product in my hair.

Liam's sheets had slipped aside. I knew he'd gone to bed in a long sleeping shirt with an image from the manga adaption of Wands of Love #1. I hadn't heard of it, but Liam had mentioned it several times. What I hadn't realized was that he was wearing silky looking pink panties underneath. I was pretty sure they were women's underwear. But it wasn't the underwear that I was looking at. It was Liam's extremely round butt. I'd seen how muscular it was when he'd pulled ahead of me on his bike, but it had a soft layer of fat on it, like a woman's. And it was a little wider than I'd expected from a guy his size.

My ears were burning with shame from staring at his ass while he was sleeping. It made me chuckle that I decided to actually work out while I was at the gym, so I wore a tight muscle shirt, a jock, and my normal knit running shorts. I grabbed my gym bag and jogged to the rec center, getting there with a few minutes to spare. I went into the locker room to stow my bag.

It wasn't long before Aidan showed up. He was wearing his usual jeans, leather jacket, and motorcycle boots. A cute little emo guy was with him. When Aidan saw me, he kissed the guy and squeezed his ass. "Now go get me two breakfast burros, but don't bring them back for thirty minutes. I have to get ready for the game."

He watched the guy walk off and then turned to me. "You're here on time. Good boy."

"Who was that?" I asked.

He put his arm around me and said, "Who? The cute little guy with the fuckable little ass? That's Chase. He's my gamma bitch."

I put my hand on his chest to hold him back. "I'm not going to do this if it's going to make that guy feel bad. Everything about his body language says he's completely into you."

Aidan laughed. "You don't understand pack culture at all. I'm an alpha and Chase is a gamma. He's mine, but alphas can't restrict themselves to just one lover. And Chase wouldn't want me to. If he were here, he'd sit on that bench and watch. He takes pride in his alpha's virility. In fact, he might even shoot a load in his pants if he were watching us."

I narrowed my eyes. "You'd better not be lying to me, Aidan."

He laughed and brushed my hand away. Then he pushed me back against the wall and stepped close enough to press his groin against mine. "I'm an alpha, I don't have to lie about something like this. I have submissive betas and gammas lining up for me."

"Alright, cocky bastard, if all these betas and gammas are lining up for you, why are you chasing me?" I asked.

He grabbed my hands and pushed them against the wall. He kissed me, crushing my lips with his and grinding his hard cock against mine. My body responded to his immediately. Between the smell of his body, clean but overlayed with the faint scent of his fresh sweat, the rough feel of his jaw against mine (both of us had a closely trimmed beard), and the hardness of his cock pressing against me brought an immediate erection.

He growled against my neck sending a shiver of pleasure running through my entire body from the sound alone. "I've been hunting you because you're about as close to an alpha as a mage can get, and I like topping alphas. So why are you letting me catch you?"

"Fuck if I know! I've never had sex with a guy like you," I replied.

He smiled and pressed harder against my erection. "What do you mean by `a guy like me'?"

I pressed my cock harder against his. "You know; cocky, full of yourself, maybe full of shit, and... sexy as hell!"

"I think that you're a macho top, but deep down you want a guy like me to fuck the shit out of you." He gave me that sexy growl again, and again it made me want to drop down and submit. What the hell? Was this some sort of werewolf thing? The things I didn't know about the magical world could fill a library.

I wasn't really a macho top. I just looked like one. I liked getting my ass pounded as much as I liked to do the pounding, but I'd let him have his fantasy of topping a top. Helping a lover live out their fantasies brought a special joy of its own.

Aidan kissed me again and then started biting my neck. "I'm going to mark you as mine."

"Wait! Stop! If you bite me, won't I turn into a werewolf?"

He bit my lip gently. "Not unless I do it in wolf form. Do you want me to turn and then fuck you? I've never done it that way, but I'm game if you are."

I shook my head. "Nope. I like a bit of kink, but that's too much for me."

He chuckled and then bit my lip harder, a lot harder, probably hard enough to leave a mark. He picked up the pace and ground harder against my cock until I was panting and groaning. My neck was covered in love bites and my hands were going numb from being held so tight over my head.

His growl was low and it seemed to caress every inch of my skin. "Cum for me, Joey. Shoot your load into your shorts."

The words he was growling drove me over the edge. I gave a less than macho whimper and my cock started throbbing, then it contracted, making me hold my breath for a moment, letting it out as I shot my load into my jock, just as he'd ordered. Aidan pressed his own unspent erection hard against me. He let go of my hands so he could support my body as I sagged against him. He held me until I stopped cumming.

Then he kissed me once before turning me around and pulling my shorts down. He bit my shoulder hard and said, "I always take care of my bitches before I cum."

He inhaled deeply and said, "You cleaned up for me, so you must have expected this."

My face was pressed against the wall, but I replied, "I didn't know what to expect, so I came prepared."

"But you were hoping for this. Weren't you?"

I moaned. "Yes. I was."

Aidan knelt behind me, spread my cheeks, and then he attacked my ass with his tongue. His rough jaw rubbed against the sensitive skin of my crack, and his tongue forced its way inside me. He slid his hand under my thighs and lifted them, allowing him to go even deeper, so that I would have fallen over if I weren't bracing myself against the wall, my face and my cheek pressed against the tile.

He was strong. He was forceful. And he was more aggressive than anyone I'd even been with. There was something about a man who saw what he wanted and took it. And right now what he wanted was my ass. In a few minutes he had me gasping and moaning loud enough to attract attention. I hadn't realized at the time that we already had. A couple of guys were standing back watching us. I hadn't seen them come in, but Aidan must have known they were there as I was fairly certain his alpha wolf senses would have alerted him.

He didn't stop until my hole was dripping and loose. Then he let my legs down gently so that I was standing uneasily, brazenly pushing my ass out in eagerness. I felt Aidan's cock brushing against my ass. I grunted, "I have condoms in my pocket."

He leaned against me and spoke in a hoarse whisper. "Have you ever been fucked raw?"

A shiver ran down my spine. Fear... or anticipation? I calmed my breathing enough to say, "No, but I don't want to catch anything."

His voice vibrated through my body. "My wolf keeps me from getting sick, so I can't get you sick."

"Dude! I like you and you are sexy as hell, but I don't know enough about this..."

His hand covered my mouth and he quietly ordered, "Whisper! You don't want to be overheard."

I whispered, "I don't know enough about this magic shit to make an informed decision right now. Get the fucking condom."

"Spoilsport," he whispered back.

Then he dropped down and pulled a condom out of the pocket of my shorts. He held it in front of my face and said, "We'll do it your way, but I've never worn one of these. You'll have to put it on me."

When I started to turn, he put a firm hand on my shoulder and said, "Be prepared to be surprised."

I turned and saw five guys standing around, three of them were stroking their cocks through their pants. My ears burned, but when Aidan put his hand on my shoulder and applied pressure, I sank to my knees and unwrapped the condom. He was at least as big as me, but not so much bigger I worried my condoms wouldn't fit him. My own cock was throbbing and dripping so much precum that my jock couldn't contain it all.

This porn-like fantasy was momentarily ruined when a sixth guy passed by and yelled, "Get a room, faggots!"

Aidan gave a feral grin and said, "Wait right here for me, stud."

Then he spun and pounced. He couldn't have been faster and more graceful if he'd been in wolf form, and his ferocity wasn't undermined in the least by the massive erection sticking out of his pants. The guy who'd spoken had three inches on Aidan, but it didn't matter. He unleashed a growl that made my knees tremble, but the guy it was directed at turned pale and he pissed his pants. Aidan slammed him against the wall.

"Keep your homophobic bullshit to yourself and I won't track you down and beat you so badly that you piss blood for a week," he snarled.

The man didn't even try to fight back. As soon as Aidan released him, the guy fled the locker room. Aidan didn't walk back over to me so much as he strutted. He turned to face our audience and asked, "Anyone else?"

Two of them slunk off, but the three who'd been so clearly enjoying the show shook their heads. One of them said, "Nah! We're just enjoying the show."

Aidan nodded in their direction, then looked at me. He waggled his eyebrows and said, "I'm still ready if you are?"

I glanced over at the guys who showed no signs of leaving and said, "Why the hell not?"

Vasily had forced me to make a sex tape with Kyle so why should I care about a live audience, especially an audience of only three? Aidan positioned me so that I was leaning over with my hands on the bench in front of the lockers, giving our audience a view from the side.

Seeing Aidan in action triggered something in me. I wanted him even more after that show than before. Aidan put his foot on my shorts and tapped my thigh. "Step out of those so you move."

He didn't remove his jeans. He just slid them far enough for his ass to hang out. Then he rubbed the head of his cock against my hole. The whole time I was wondering what it would feel like without the condom, but I had never taken risks with my health. Until now, it seemed. I was just hoping he was telling the truth that we don't have to worry about STDs. Why was I so trusting of this wild man? He teased me with it until I said, "Don't fuck around! Just shove it inside me!"

"If you want my cock, Joey, beg me for it."

"Fuck you! You want it as bad as I do. Just do it!" I insisted.

Aidan continued to tease my hole while he reached down and twisted my nipples, sending twin jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. Then he bit my neck more insistently. I gave in and yelled, "Alright! Please. Fuck me, you arrogant son of a bitch!"

"Good enough," he growled.

Then he pushed forward inside me, in one slow but irresistible thrust. Goddamn it felt good. He was long enough to force himself just past my inner sphincter, and wide enough to make me feel completely full from end to end. Once he was fully inside me, he kissed the back of my neck.

"Now I'm going to fuck another load out of you, right here in front of my teammates," he growled.

At least now I knew who our audience was. Hah! Back when I was playing football in high school, we all used to joke about the soccer team being gay. At least at Severan, it appeared to be true. Or maybe they just enjoyed a good show, no matter who the players were.

Aidan began to fuck me with long strokes, pounding my ass, like a piston. I really should have started bottoming sooner!. Aidan was thick enough to hit my prostate with ease, no matter his angle of penetration. Every thrust was pure erotic pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels amazing, Aidan," I moaned.

"So does your ass, dude. Nothing quite like a tight, muscular jock hole gripping your cock while you pound it into submission."

Aidan's voice teased my nerves, heightening the pleasure his hands and cock were bringing me. I arched my spine and moaned shamelessly. He ran his nails down my back and then from my chest to my abs. He grabbed my cock in a firm grasp and started to stroke me slowly. My legs were beginning to tremble and my whole body was tingling with excitement.

When my orgasm became imminent, Aidan slipped his arms under mine and lifted me upright. Then he turned us both so that we were facing our audience. He continued to pound me until I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going to cum!" I cried.

"Do it, stud! Spill your load right here on the floor while I fuck it out of you!"

I yelled, "I'M CUMMING NOW! FU... FU... FUCK ME HARDER! DO IT! AAAAAAAARGH!"

My cries drowned out Aidan's growls of pleasure. Our audience of three was shouting.

"Do it, Aidan! Fuck the cum out of him!"

"Damn! Pound that sexy ass!"

"Make him cum! Make him cum!"

And I did. I sprayed my spunk so far that some of it landed on the dark haired guy up front. More landed on the floor between us. And all the time, Aidan was unloading inside me. When we were done, the three watchers applauded and Aidan pulled out to turn me around and kiss me.

I took a shower with Aidan and his friends and when we were done, Aidan said, "We need two more players to get a full roster. You should try out on Monday when we have our next practice."

"After you fucked me in front of the team?" I asked.

He shrugged like it didn't matter. "I've fucked several of them, and I hope to get them all before I'm done, even the so-called straight ones."

I'd been thinking about joining a team, but the football players in college were all a lot bigger than me. I said, "I've played soccer before, but not seriously. I played football in school."

"I can train you... and I can teach you to play soccer," he teased.

"Right, dude. You're good, but don't get too full of yourself," I replied. "Still, I'll think about trying out for soccer."

Julian Kunstler

Since our first lunch date, Omar had been at my house every night. Every day he brought more clothes over. Soon I was going to have to buy another armoire. The idea of his and his matching armoires standing side by side along the wall of the bedroom was exciting in a very domestic sort of way. And Omar hadn't lied about his sex drive. He fucked me every morning and every night, and sometimes at lunch. His libido was stronger than mine, but I came at least once a day. If he hadn't fucked a load out of me by the evening, he sucked my now hairless cock until I shot my load in his warm and talented mouth.

Yesterday, I'd noticed a wet cum stain on my pants when I got home and changed clothes. Omar had laughed when I showed him and he promised to take care of the problem. I hadn't realized what he meant until this morning. He'd left me for a couple of hours before dinner, which was fine because I had papers to grade. He didn't tell me where he'd been, but he had a small bag that he wouldn't let me see inside.

I always woke before Omar, so I'd had a chance to clean up and go down to make breakfast. I had just finished the potato pancakes, sliced tomatoes and cucumbers were already on the table and I was just about to start frying eggs when Omar came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, sliding his hands under the long apron I was wearing to pinch my nipples. Ever since he'd asked me to remove my body hair, my skin had been twice as sensitive to his touch.

He kissed my neck and ground his massive cock against my ass. Only a single layer of cotton separated it from my bare and denuded ass since I was naked under the apron. Omar liked me that way, and I liked giving Omar what he liked.

He bit my shoulder gently. "If I weren't so hungry, I'd bend you over that table and fuck your brains out before breakfast."

I leaned back into his powerful arms and sighed. "Now, you tell me! I should have waited to get breakfast started."

Omar nibbled my ear and pressed his erection against me. His stomach rumbled and he laughed. "I guess my stomach disagrees. Feed me first and then I'll feed your sweet hole."

I shivered when he let go of me. Looking over my shoulder, I said, "One thing about having a younger boyfriend. You're always hungry and you're always horny."

He slapped my butt. "You'd better believe it! Now, finish breakfast and I'll pour coffee."

"Can you cut grapefruit, too?" I asked.

"Sure thing, mi eromenos," he replied.

Omar liked me taking care of him, cooking for him, cleaning for him, giving him massages after his workouts, washing his back in the shower, and all those other little things that I also enjoyed doing for him, but he was never reluctant to jump in and lend a hand. He poured strong coffee into the cups. He put two cubes of sugar in his but left mine unsweetened the way I liked it. Then he pulled out a grapefruit and an orange. With a flick of his wand, they were peeled and sectioned. He put half of them on each plate and then piled two potato pancakes on mine and four on his, not because he was greedy, but because he always ate more than me.

It took me very little time to fry the eggs. We both liked them over easy. I put two on my plate and three on his. He'd already put some tomatoes and cucumbers on both plates. I'd already sprinkled them with garlic salt and white pepper. We sat down and enjoyed a very pleasant breakfast. Neither of us had early classes, especially on Fridays, so we could take our time.

After eating, I swept my wand around and cast a spell to clean all the dishes and stack them back in their proper places. Omar had been waiting with a smile on his face. He admitted, "I'm glad that you know more effective domestic spells than I do. It means we have more time for my favorite pastime."

"Mageball?" I asked innocently.

He grabbed me and untied my apron, leaving me completely naked. He was only wearing his cotton briefs and a tight tee shirt, but he seemed overdressed compared to me. Then he swept me up into his arms and headed for the stairs.

"Okay, my second favorite pastime," he grinned.

In the bedroom he tossed me onto the bed and quickly stripped his own clothes off with a wave of his wand. He was a master of silent spellcasting, a trick I'd never managed. Then he jumped on the bed and placed his wand on the nightstand. I'd barely rescued mine from the pocket of my apron before Omar had casually tossed it across the room. I put mine on my own table.

Omar straddled my smaller body and grabbed my hands, intertwining our fingers and then holding my hands over my head. He leaned down and devoured my mouth. He hadn't showered or used a hygiene spell yet this morning, so I could smell his masculine scent, like a mixture of clean sweat and raw maleness. It went straight to my dick. Well, maybe it made a stop in my brain first to muddle my thoughts so that I could think of nothing aside from spreading my legs for him.

The roughness of his closely trimmed beard against my now smooth upper lip and cheeks was like a thousand tiny bristles stimulating me to ever increasing bouts of submission. I whined when his mouth moved down to my neck. The softness of his lips, combined with the roughness of his cheeks, had me whimpering.

"Oh, pedica me, Omar!"

"Is that what you want, Julian? Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

"Ita verissimo! Yes, very much yes!" I pleaded.

He bit my nipple, sending a sharp wave of pleasure through me. "Are you my little catamitus, begging for my big cock?"

"Yes, I'm your catamitus, your pathicus, your cinaedus, your pedicatus_,_ your spintria. I'm all those things for you!"

Omar kissed my lips again, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He said, "Venuste_!_ Those are all the same thing."

I pushed my cock up against his and moaned. "Yes, I know that, but that's how strongly I feel about it. I am your willing bottom, and my willing bottom needs my younger stud's hard cock."

He grinned at me and said, "Do you want me, Julian? Do you want my cock inside you?"

"Please, Omar. Don't make me wait. Please take that big cock of yours, that mentula grandis, that virga potentissima, and shove it inside so far that I can't breathe. My culus is so hungry for a taste of your pilum forte that I'm trembling with need."

He grabbed his wand and spoke the words of the spell this time. "Podex tuus purgatur unguaturque!"

I could feel my ass tingle as it was magically cleansed and lubricated, not that I hadn't already done it in anticipation of this moment. But, unlike mundane douching, there was no danger to using the spell frequently.

Then Omar lined his powerful cock up with my hole and pressed inside me. I was so excited that I was ready for him already. His thick cock caused a sharp discomfort bordering on pain when he entered me, but I willed myself to relax and accept his eight inches inside me. I'd lost my virginity at fifteen, and in the ensuing quarter century I had been fucked hundreds of times, probably more than a thousand. I'd used so much Unguent of Li Pei (so much better than the more common Emollientum brand) that my podex was reliant and elastic, able to stretch when needed, but still remain tight.

Omar sighed contentedly. "And that right there is why I prefer older, more experienced bottoms. No young guy can do what you just did with your ass. It was like you just wrapped your labia analia around my mentula and sucked it inside."

"Does it feel good, erastes?" I asked.

"Better than good. Quam optimus culus tuus!"

Your ass is the very best possible! He'd said.

My heart sang to hear my younger lover's praise for my body. Bill had left me, looking for someone more aggressive, and before him, Andrew had left me looking for a younger tighter hole. I couldn't believe that a twenty-eight year old stud, a man twelve years my junior, could be so in love with my ass, but he said it often enough that I had begun to believe him.

"Look up at me while I make love to you, Julian. I want to see your handsome face," Omar said.

I looked up and lost myself in his youthful male beauty. It wasn't the beauty of one of the boyish twinks who decorated the campus, but the beauty of a man in the full height of his physical perfection and sexual prowess. The rugged beauty of a professional athlete, or a warrior. I wanted to say I love you, but I wasn't sure he was ready to hear that. He wouldn't even let it be known that we were dating. I wanted him emotionally as well as physically, but I would take what I could get for as long as I could get it.

"What are you thinking, Julian?" he asked.

I gave a half truth. "I'm just thinking how lucky I am to be with you."

He kissed my lips gently, then more insistently as he began to fuck me slowly, gently, and passionately. "It's not luck. You're a real prize, yourself. You're smart. You're kind. You're generous. You're a good cook, a good listener, a good mentor when I need one to learn the ins and outs of academia. I chose you for all those reasons, and because I think... maybe... shit! Let's just see how this evening goes."

I wanted to ask him to continue, but I didn't want to push him. Instead, I wrapped my legs around him and ran my hands up his strong arms. I said, "Fuck me, stud. Show me how hard my young lover can pound me into the mattress."

He pulled out then slammed inside me with a grin on his face. "Is that hard enough?"

I sighed. "I can take it harder."

He kissed me again and said, "You asked for it, old man."

Then he truly started fucking me hard, pulling out and pounding with more force and more speed. I had experience with this. I relaxed when he thrust inside me and squeezed hard when he pulled out. And when I tightened my abdominal floor muscles, it was like I was hugging his cock along its whole length. His eyes widened and I asked, "Could an old man do that?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No young guy could. That's for sure. Not enough experience."

Omar was an energetic lover, and I had the experience to treat him right. On the surface, we were a mismatched pair, but when you delved deeper, we really did complement each other. Omar stroked my g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I was becoming putty in his hands, but I managed to maintain enough presence of mind to do my part.

My young lover was having a hard time holding back. My ass was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. It was a struggle in its own way, the powerful and aggressive top versus the ostensibly passive bottom. He was trying to pound me to orgasm with his cock, and I was trying to massage one out of him with my ass.

I won.

Omar let out a groan and said, "Oh, fuck! I'm... going... to... cum! FUCK! HERE IT COMES! I'M GOING TO FILL YOU WITH MY SEED, JULIAN."

When he collapsed on top of me, I stroked his back and held him until his breathing returned to normal. Then he pulled out of me and dove for my still hard cock, swallowing it to the root. One hand took hold of my scrotum and gently rolled my balls, and the other slid under my butt and slid two fingers into my slippery hole. He found my prostate quickly and began to stroke it while he brought me off.

His mouth was warm, wet, and hot. And he definitely knew his way around a cock. I arched my back and cried out, "Damn, Omar. I'm... going... FUCK! I'm cumming!"

**********

Omar and I had time for a shared shower. It was more efficient to use magic, but when there was time, both of us preferred the feel of warm water cascading over our bodies and the feeling of the other's hands soaping us up. It was a pure pleasure. There was a lot of kissing, but no sex.

Afterward, we both dressed in our suits, being careful to tread the line between formal and academic. The dean had invited (commanded more like) our presence at a special dinner. Next weekend was the first major event of the academic year and we expected the campus to be filled with the family and friends of our students. We were using the big ballroom in the Student Union and dinner was being provided by Lucretia's Catering, the only real catering company in the area. The company was owned and operated by Lucretia Blake, a member of one of the local mage families.

Most of the mage professors arrived via the arcane circle in the hypogeum under Severan House and then stayed in the tunnels until they reached the basement of the Student Union. I'd asked Omar if we should show up separately, but he'd surprised me by saying, "No. We're good friends. I want people to know that."

"But everyone knows that I'm gay. What if they assume we're a couple?" I asked.

He wrapped an arm around me and gave me a hug. "Let them assume. Just do me a favor, and don't verify it. Not yet. Just tell them that we're good friends. No. Say best friends if that's not too forward."

I chuckled. "I'd go further than that if you were willing."

He kissed me. "I can't go that far, not yet. Give me time."

The room was half full when we got there. All the professors and graduate student teachers were present, or they would have been if the Baylor Hall chief RA weren't away on a trip with his boyfriend. The dean must really like that boy because he'd made it clear to everyone that we were expected.

The food was good. The caterer's had provided prime rib, grilled salmon, seitan meatballs, scalloped potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted cauliflower, Caesar salad, salad with walnuts and dried cherries, three different kinds of rolls, wine, beer, coffee, tea, and an assortment of unbelievable pastries.

The company was pretty good. I didn't dislike any of my colleagues, and I liked most of the ones who I knew well. The hardest part was deflecting questions about Omar. More than one of my friends had noticed that we were spending a lot of time together these days. And I was having trouble trying to put them off. What's more, I didn't really want to.

I was on my fifth deflection when Omar noticed my distress from across the room. I was speaking to Cynthia Fuscano, the Roman historian in our department. "Omar Majid is a very knowledgeable man. I've been helping him to navigate the Byzantine bureaucracy we have here. He's..."

Omar wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. He announced, "He's my boyfriend."

My mouth was open in surprise. Omar kissed me to cover it up and my heart started pounding in my chest.

College Magic Cycle Characters

Mages

·        Alan Somers. A freshman and newly discovered mage who took his oath to the Concordium with Alonzo and Kieran. He's five foot eleven inches tall with an average build. He's from North Carolina and he shares some classes with Ethan.

·        Alonzo Santiago Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute bottom and foundling mage. He's powerful, but untrained. He begins the story with a height of 68 inches and a weight of 150 pounds. He has deep olive or very light brown skin, amber eyes, and long black hair. He's a singer and a dancer. He's a little flighty and very flirty. When his powers awakened, he accidentally cast a spell that cursed his roommate Erik. He loves hardcore BDSM porn but is discovering that he doesn't like it in real life. He and Erik are suitemates with Jason and Kieran.

·        Cameron Campbell. Formerly one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin, he is now considered a twunk. He is five ten and weighs 165 pounds. He's lean but muscular and is a member of the Severan College soccer team. He has bright red hair, fair skin and a lot of dark freckles. He is the boyfriend of Micah Blume.

·        Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local representative of the Conclave.

·        Cornelius Montrose. The 70-year-old Dean of Severan College. He is a wise and experienced mage from one of the fifty families. He doesn't get involved in Conclave politics, leaving that sort of thing to Professor Sybil Thorne.

·        Cynthia Fuscano. A 43-year-old professor of Classics and Roman History. She teaches the Survey of Roman History course and a higher-level course on the later Roman Empire. Her TA is Desmond Devereaux. In their freshman year, both Joey Peters and Ethan Lowry were in this class.

·        Desmond Devereaux. A 23-year-old 1st year graduate student in history. He's the fifth floor RA in Baylor Hall. He's dating Viviane Lamont, the fourth floor RA. He's a competent mage, but less good at casting spells quickly. He's six-foot one inch tall and has light brown hair, green eyes, and fair skin. He's not athletic but still looks fit.

·        Erik Rucker. An 18-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stood 66 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds. After being cursed by his roommate he grew to be 77 inches tall and weigh 250 pounds. He was overshadowed by the fictional Einar Ironblood until the curse was lifted. He's in love with his roommate Alonzo and worries that Alonzo doesn't love him the same way. He was mundane until the curse awakened a latent talent for mind magery. Unlike Kieran, his talents seem to involve moving things with his mind.

·        Gwendolyn Gray. A junior who is majoring in chemistry. She and her brother are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·        Kieran Finley Morgan. An 18-year-old boy with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story, he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track team. Jason took charge of him shortly after they moved into the dorm and began training him to let his inner submissive out. Jason gives him alchemical elixirs that are changing him physically. He sometimes struggles with the idea that he's losing himself inside Jason, but he can't go long without his lover's touch. Kieran is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is. After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided that Kieran will change majors to Art. Kieran is a foundling mind mage with powers of telepathy and clairsentience.

·        Liam Everett. An 18 year old freshman who is housed on the fifth floor of Baylor Hall. Liam uses either they/them/their or he/him/his. He says he doesn't care which. He's a male presenting intersex mage with light olive skin tone, dark auburn hair, and fine features. He grew up in Portland Oregon and went to Pythia Academy (near Puget Sound) instead of Sagacia like most of the mages at college. He currently rooms with Joey Peters.

·        Marvin Oswald. A 20-year-old mage junior with talent in healing. He's studying premed in hopes of going into complementary healing.

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Once he was in an abusive relationship with his older cousin Remuel Adler, but now Micah has chosen Cameron Campbell as his boyfriend.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·        Omar Majid. A 28 year old professor of history with a specialization in the Middle East. He was raised mundane but was discovered as a mage in college. He's very private, so few people know that he's a very demanding top who prefers older bottoms. He's currently seeing Julian Kunstler. He's six feet tall, with a trim, but muscular build. His hair is dark brown with lighter brown highlights, curls on top of his head, with a high fade that blended into his extremely close-trimmed beard. His eyes are dark brown with flecks of gold, and they always looked like they were surrounded by eyeliner although they aren't. His has an aquiline nose and well-shaped lips.

·        Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is gay. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·        Seth Gray. A junior who is majoring in classics. He and his sister are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·        Sybil Thorne. Kieran's history professor. She's also the overseer for the magician's Conclave here on campus. Her two assistants are Sebastian Trent and Clarissa Spencer.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·        Aidan Stringer (alpha). A sophomore staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he's really an alpha. He claimed Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way. He's five foot eleven inches tall, 165 pounds.

·        Chase Morris (gamma). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

Places

·        Alchemy House. A large house in Severan purchased by Jason's father for use as an alchemy lab to make weapons and potions for the Severan Council. Jason has convinced his father to sell him the house instead of turning it over to the Conclave. The house was owned by a mage and has too many magical enhancements to be sold to mundanes. It has magical protections and wards, but the Lee family is paying for more to be added.

·        Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·        Club 18. An alcohol-free dance club within walking distance of campus. It's owned by mages but is open to anyone 18 and older.

·        Ibis House. A large house in town that is used by the mages as off-campus residence. It's shielded by the velamen arcanum and mundanes tend to ignore it. It's been modified by magic over the decades and has a lot of magical features and defenses. There's a magic circle to make translocation spells easier to use. It's owned and operated by the Ibis Foundation, a mage NGO that maintains Ibis House facilities near mundane universities in many towns.

·        Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·        Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·        Severan House. The oldest building on campus was originally the home of Aurelius Severan, the mage who founded the college. Severan House contains offices, a museum, and several mage-only facilities, including a magic circle in the basement to make translocation spells more accurate. Students living at Ibis House and mages visiting from other towns and states use this circle to arrive in Severan.