THE BOOK
You never really listen to your grandmother when she is alive. But once she is gone, you try to remember everything she ever told you. When mine past on, I took it upon myself to go through her papers and various other things she had saved. I always remembered her telling stories of her homeland. About being "gypsies", and about the potions that she would make and sell as a young women. As I went through the remnants of her life, I came across the book. It looked like a recipe book but upon reading closer I realized what I had in front of me were the formulas for the various potions she sold in her younger days. There was one in particular that caught me eye. It was a love potion. My mind was racing, maybe it was time to restart an old family tradition.
Finding the ingredients was not easy, but I finally made up a batch. Upon completion I needed to test the concoction, but how? I decided to try it on my parents. I thought if nothing else it might be fun to watch. Well, my Mom and Dad did end up being a little friendlier than usual during this test but it was not as strong as I would have thought and didn't last all that long. But it did have some effect, I'll have to admit.
One of the advantages to not being popular in my younger days was that I ended up really enjoying and immersing myself in classes at school. My favorite was chemistry. I decided that a full analysis of this mixture was in order. I had to find out what made it work and could I improve upon it. Using the chem. lab at college, I was able to isolate the active ingredients. Changing the formula was tricky, but it became a personal project that I immersed myself in. I became obsessed, however I think the work paid off. I may now hold the formula to make the person of my choosing fall in love, deeply in love, with the first person they see upon ingestion. It seemed to work on the test animals. It was time to try it on humans.
My apartment near campus was modest but comfortable. I guess I could have found better, but it was near school and was populated by a large number of students which made for wonderful man watching. Of course I would never have the courage to approach any of these men under normal conditions. The ability to test my formula came the day my manager decided that it was time for my apartment to be painted. They had not had time to do it before I moved in and promised it would get taken care of shortly after I moved in, that was a year and a half ago. A painter was called, which of course required me to be home to let the man in while he worked. Paul was a sophomore at the University and painted apartments part-time to earn a little extra spending money. He said it allowed him to go to classes and do homework, but still work when he had the time. Normally, he said, he worked in vacant apartments so he could work as late as needed to get the job done. The days this fall were warmer than usual and as Paul worked I noticed that he had begun to build up quite a sweat. I offered him something to drink to help cool him off. He accepted and my opportunity was at hand.
Into the glass of Coke I placed a small amount of the new formula and brought it to the hallway where Paul was working. I had to make sure that I was the first person that he saw after taking a drink. I didn't want this to work and then not be the one he fell in love with. I waited for his reaction.
He must have been very thirsty because with one sip he just about finished the glass. Upon finishing it with the second gulp, he looked back at me, gave me a nod of the head and thanked me. "That's it" I thought as I headed back to the kitchen to figure out what had gone wrong. "All he did was nod and go back to work". My mind was racing, reworking formula after formula, test after test. I must have been doing this for about 15 minutes when I heard someone come into the room behind me. It was Paul. He said that as he went back to work he realized that he had been very rude and that offering him something to drink was very nice of me. He continued to make small talk but something was different now. While before he was all work, now it seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind. He seemed a little ill-at-ease as he talked to me.
He shuffled back and forth from one foot to the other. He tended to make eye contact, but then look away very quickly as I looked back. And there was the smile, every time we made eye contact it grew even bigger as he would glance away shyly. We spoke of his classes, his family, his gym routine, and of his girlfriend. It was as I scanned Paul's body from head to toe that I noticed it, the growing bulge in his paint splattered Levis. This was all I needed to see.
As we spoke, Paul held eye contact for longer and longer periods of time. It was when our eyes seemed to lock that I held up my hand and motioned with my finger for him to come closer. He moved slowly and tentatively toward me until he was within an arms distance. I reached up and took his chin gently between my thumb and forefinger drawing him even closer, our eyes never breaking the gaze. Our lips touched as his parted to allow me entry to his waiting tongue. I wrapped my myself around him as he went limp in my arms. As I drew back from his eager mouth I asked playfully, "What do you want?"
"I want to do anything you ask of me," was the response. "I have never felt like this before. Please, let me please you".
"Well then, strip for me, slowly", was my command.
Paul reached his trembling hand down and carefully pulled his white T-shirt up and over his head to reveal a carefully sculpted chest.
Not too large, but it was obvious that he spent time working on it. I watched as each panting breath caused the clump of hair, that began between his pecs and continued down to the top of his jeans, to rise and fall. He dropped the shirt on the floor and his hands slid down to remove each shoe and sock. He now moved to his pants which he slowly unbuttoned and allowed to slide down his legs and gather at his feet. As the denim passed his now fully enlarged basket, he reached down with both hands to stroke his cock through the wet cotton of his white Jockey's. His head fell back as he moaned softly, obviously enjoying every minute of this new experience. As his hands began to reach up to remove his underwear I ordered him to stop. I wanted to enjoy the sight of this young stud standing obediently in his briefs before my eyes.
I moved toward him and assisted him in stepping out of his jeans, careful to brush his crotch as I moved past with my hands. He gasped at the feeling of the unexpected touch of another man. "Now my friend, come with me to the bedroom where you will suck me until I cum." He again looked into my eyes and leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips and then moved around to work on my neck and ears. I had to get him to the bedroom quickly or I would loose it right there in the kitchen. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom where he quickly feel to his knees and began to remove my clothes, his face buried between my legs the whole time. The fantasy was now reality as Paul took me in his mouth, first slowly and hesitantly, then more deeply as he became accustom to the feeling of a cock in his mouth. By this point I had allowed him to remove his underwear and with his spare hand he worked his own cock with skill and ease. He was really getting into it as he brought me closer and closer to climax.
As I approached the point of no return, I told Paul that I was about to cum and to stop. He ignored my warning and continued now with even more frenzy to his work. I exploded in his mouth, shooting wave after wave of hot cum down his throat. He took every last drop. I reached down and pulled him up from his knees so that his 7 inch cut tool was now at eye level to me. I could tell he was close himself as I wrapped my mouth around my painter's dick. That was all it took as he moaned loudly and erupted into my mouth. He fell quickly to the bed next to me as I leaned over to give him a passionate kiss. He was now mine, completely.
I have increased the number of sex slaves in my stable through the months, the pizza delivery guy, the man who came to install an additional phone jack in the living room, even the guy who cleans the pool at the apartment complex. Each time getting a little more daring and making mental notes on how long it took for the potion to work on each subject. I even went so far as to put some in the soda of this guy that was sitting next to me with his girlfriend at the movies a few weeks ago. (I was careful to ask him if he had the time just as he was taking a sip so that he would have to look at me right after taking a drink.) By the end of the movie he had his foot wrapped around mine in the darkened theatre, and has since joined the fold. None of these, however, compare to the experience I had the following weekend.
I work part-time as a waiter at a small Mexican restaurant near campus. Most of our customers are students. Well, last Friday was very slow. Winter is now in full swing and it was raining like I've never seen it before. As such, we had no customers. Most of the staff had been sent home, except for myself, the cook, and the cashier/manager. Anyway, about 7:00, a group of four guys came into the restaurant. I had seen most of them around campus before, including Eric. He was the quarterback on the football team. Eric was also in a fraternity on campus which was well known as the "jock house". I assumed that the other men in the group were fraternity brothers of Eric's.
Since at this point I was the only waiter for the whole place, they would be my sole responsibility. Immediately I starting thinking if I should try my formula on a group of this size and in this public of a place. I decided that the place was pretty empty and I could not let the opportunity to have this incredible pack of men become mine pass me up. I came up with a plan, I thought it would work.
Upon seating the group, I brought them their menus and some chips and salsa. This was the backbone of my plan. I watched as each took a chip with some salsa and ate it. Of course I put out only the hottest of the salsa we have so they would be nice and thirsty. When I was sure that each had eaten enough to make them need something to drink I brought the water to the table and asked if they were ready to order. I knew by this point the water would be a popular item and each took a long and hard drink. I kept talking, explaining our specials, asking about the weather, anything to get them to look over at me after taking that drink.
As you've guessed by now it was in the water that I placed a bit of my formula. Sure enough, as each took a drink and satisfied their thirst, they looked over at me to listen to their other dinner options. It was working like a charm.
Most of the dinner was fairly uneventful. It was interesting to watch as the formula worked it's magic on each one on these studly men. Each one afraid to let on to their friends what was happening and what they were thinking and feeling. I would catch the occasional glance, a phantom smile, and of course each was very polite when I would come over to check to see how everything was or refill their water. It was as the dinner was winding down that things started to get interesting. Each, in their own way, managed to get their phone number to me. From cornering me when they went to the bathroom to tracking me down to deliver the tip in person, they all found a way to give me their number with some sort of excuse about fraternity rush or seeing me in one of their classes and wanting to study together. Now it was time for me to go to work.
After getting off work (we closed about 10:00 that night due to the rain) I gave each one a call. Each said they were thrilled that I had called and I asked each one if I could speak with them that night. Could they be at my apartment at around 11:00. Each agreed, but I didn't tell any of them I had invited the others. That would be my surprise. Tom was the first to arrive. He was on the student council and was Vice President of the fraternity. He grinned widely as he came in and I asked him to have a seat. Just then Eric arrived. Each was surprised to see the other, but didn't dare argue with me when I told them to just hang loose and that I was expecting a couple more people. Brad and Curtis both arrived within the next few minutes with their own look of surprise and big smiles on their faces.
Each found a seat and waited for me to make the next move. I explained that since I had met them as a group, I wanted to talk to them as a group. I went on to tell them how each had given me their phone number and the excuses they had given me for wanting me to call. I controlled the conversation for a few more minutes, talking about basic subjects until I was sure that each was at a point where they would be unable to refuse what I had planned. As was always the case, when they seemed unable to take their eyes away from mine I changed the topic of conversation. I moved to a closer chair and pressed them as to their true reasons for being here. When none would break and tell the truth (they were more afraid of what their friends would think then I thought) I decided that the direct approach was necessary. I said that I know why each had come and that it was for the same reason. That they shouldn't be afraid of what their friends would think because they were all thinking the same thing. Then I became more direct, I said if they didn't believe me they should take a look around them for the proof. With that I reached over and grabbed Brad's cock. This caught him by surprise, but the look of pleasure on the face of the member of the university's Crew team was not a surprise to me.
"What the fuck are you doing!" yelled Curtis as he jumped to his feet. "Do you think we're some kind of fags or something." What Curtis had forgotten at this point was that his own erect cock was very visible through the khaki pants that he was wearing. I proceeded directly toward him, grabbed his head from behind with both hands, and pulling it toward me. He fought me at first, but slowly his resistance diminished and he began to return my forceful kiss. With my now free hand I reached down and stroked his engorged cock through his tented slacks. He let out a small whimper and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Now, will you be a good boy and do what you're told?" I asked.
"Please forgive me. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please don't be mad at me", was his response.
"Now", I said as I reached over and grabbed the top of both Eric's and Tom's pants, "all of you get on your feet. It's time we got this evening going." All three were instantly standing and I proceeded to give each of them the same type of reception that I had just given Curtis.
"I have decided that only one of you will stay with me tonight, the others will sleep out here and will have to wait until morning to please me. To determine which one of you will get the honor, we will have a small contest. First, let me get a good look at each of you. Remove your clothes, down to your underwear, and let's see what your hiding. But be warned, everything is being judged, including your hello kiss, so make it good."
Slowly and sensually, each removed first their shirts and the undershirts that a couple of the guys were wearing. Then shoes, socks, and finally pants. The sight in front of me was something to behold. Eric stood about 6'2" tall with light brown hair and a slender build. He wore your basic Fruit-of-the-Looms which his erect dick filled out nicely. Tom surprised me. He was about 5'8" tall and had a body of death. I hardly expected that from the non-jock of the group. He also was the most daring in his underwear selection as he wore a red Jockey String Bikini. Tom was moving up quickly on qualifying for the final round of competition. Brad, was about 6' and had some of the most incredible arms I had ever seen. I guess rowing on crew was responsible.
His short light blond hair was very neatly and conservatively styled. He wore a gray pair of classic briefs and placed his cock up so that the fully erect head stuck out the top. Curtis, my macho ROTC President, stood before me in a pair of white patterned boxers. He had short dark hair which covered just about every inch of his head, chest and stomach.
Each, in their own competitive way, posed there in front of me showing off all their best attributes. Making the final decision was going to be tough, but enjoyable.
"Two of you will fight for the honor. You will wrestle and the winner will be mine tonight. Tom and Brad, you will be my finalist for tonight. Curtis and Eric, you will sit with me while the match takes place."
After the furniture was moved to an appropriate arrangement, Tom and Brad began. First tentatively, each trying to locate the other's weak points, then with more determination. Curtis and Eric sat on either side of me as we watched. I'm not sure which was the bigger turn on for me. These two hunks fighting for the honor of joining me for the evening, or Curtis and Eric gently cuddling while working on my neck and ear lobes. The fact that just a short time ago Curtis, the man who had jumping to his feet with his fists clenched, was now docile in my arms, was more than ironic. Both were contented and when I would lean over to tease their nipples with my tongue, it could see the wave of energy run down their bodies.
It was becoming clear that the match for my attention was not going anywhere. One would just about have the other pinned when I would see bodies flip and the other would then be on the bottom. Neither was going to give up easily and I was starting to worry that they would hurt each other. I decided to put an end to the match and ordered them to stop. Both were tired to the point where I don't think either could stand. They both crawled over to were I was sitting on the couch gently resting their heads in my lap as I ran my fingers through their hair. I was clear to me that I would have no clear winner tonight. Therefore, there was but one option left. They would all be mine tonight. But first I wanted to make sure there was no hard feelings. I had Tom and Brad 'kiss and make up'. After giving me a rather startled look, they proceeded with what was at first the kind of kiss you would give to a relative. However, the sexual energy must have gotten the best of them because almost immediately these two were in a very different kind of wrestling match going on in my lap.
I grabbed each of the heads and directed them to the waiting cocks of Eric and Curtis. I moved to direct the action and to assist in the removal of the rest of their clothes. I could see that they were each getting close so I ordered them to not cum until I gave them approval. After allowing each to take turns on the rest of the group I decided it was time for these four to turn their attention to the reason I had them came here tonight. I ordered them to please me in any way the could think of. Having four men exploring every millimeter of your body simultaneously was an experience I can not describe. Every nerve in your body is being stimulated at the same time. All I could do was to wriggle in delight.
I had Curtis straddle Tom's face while I approach from the rear.
Curtis gulped as I slid my cock into his waiting hole but he soon relaxed and I could hear him moaning as a pounded faster and faster and Tom sucked harder and harder. Tom laid in front of Curtis keeping him busy from in front and Brad gently worked my but with his tongue. As I approached climax, I ordered the group to join me. The five of us came in one explosion of gism. There was more cum flying in more directions then I had seen in the best porn movie. We never did make it to the bedroom. After using the available underwear to clean off our bodies, we all collapsed together in the middle of the living room, a twist of arms and legs.
The potion was a complete success and has allowed me to meet and enjoy some of the most incredible men imaginable. Some of my stable have brought new members to the group, some I have added on my own. However, all of my men remain loyal to the end and have been mine to enjoy over and over again in many new ways.