Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. I present you a tale of a college freshman who, through magic, becomes the man of his dreams. If this sounds like something you wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
The Living Dream
As a kid, people said that I had an active imagination and it became stronger overtime. It was the fertile ground in which dreams sprung. I would then jot them down I would develop a few of them into full stories. I would regularly submit one of these stories to our high school's quarterly publication which was called Musings. I had other stories, but I kept them to myself because they were too intense for school. Chief among these particular stories was a guy named Joji Sanada. In my dreams, he would visit me. He was a couple of inches taller and he possessed a splendid athletic build. I would caress his solid pecs and abs. I loved it when he flexed his biceps for me. His torso was smooth, not like mine. I would run my finger from his belly button and followed the narrow path of hairs on down to where I would find the goodies. I would down on my knees, grip his buns, and take his uncut cock into my mouth. I would suck him off while he moaned in Japanese as I pleasured him. My reward was a healthy dose of jizz both in the dream and in my underwear. There were even times when I actually was Joji. These were the dreams that I liked the most because they felt the most real. Me, I was just an average guy who wore average glasses. I was off to college and I was eager for a new life. At the time, I didn't know how literal that would turn out to be.
Doherty College was the perfect size for me. It wasn't monolithically huge like it wanted to be a city nor was it small where it was a couple of city blocks. I was there to study environmental science. I was assigned to Dryden Hall which was one of the two dorm buildings. I had left home by dawn to get there before noon which was the time I was given that they would let us move in.
I stood in the empty room and I looked out the balcony. My new room was in the back and overlooked a small patio. I closed the sliding door and set about decorating the half I selected which was next to the bathroom. I was placing my plush frog Mojo when I heard the door unlock. I turned around and I beheld my new roommate. I was grateful that my body was facing the other way because I could feel myself getting stiff because his body shape similar to Joji's. He was broad shouldered and muscular, but not too massive. He was just right. He was also of African descent. He wore jeans and a teal short sleeved Henley styled shirt. He put a duffle on the other bed and presented his hand, "Name's Kevin Cosgrove." His voice had a touch of Australia to it. His smile was enchanting. I took his hand, "Jorge Sandoval." He said, "Cool. I'll be back." He then left the room which gave time to deflate. He brought his other belongings and started to set up his side. He smiled widely, "What time's orientation?" I opened the envelope I was given and I replied, "Noon tomorrow." He said, "That's fine. It gives me plenty of time relax and to look around.. You from around here?" I said, "Naw. I woke up very early to get here. You?"
Kevin said, "I'm from Georgia. Well, not quite. I was born in Georgia and when I was not even one, my parents moved overseas because my dad is a marine biologist and he was relocated for a job in Melbourne. My folks and I moved back when I was 13. They say that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree because I'm also interested in science. I want to get into geology. I'm famished. You hungry?" I looked at my watch. It was after three. For a guy who hadn't had lunch, it sounded like a plan. "Deal. I think this has some recommendations." I opened up the envelope that had been mailed to me. Kevin did the same. As part of the packet, the university had included a pamphlet about restaurants in the area and what type of cuisine we could find at the establishments. He looked up and asked, "Feel like Italian?" He must have been a mind reader or something because I was thinking the same thing. I nodded and said, "Sure thing."
We went in his car and we headed to the closest place which was called Salvatore's. Even though we had just met, I really liked my roommate and I looked forward to getting to know him better. We pulled up to the restaurant which was busy, but not so packed that we would be forgotten. We were seated right away. We both loved Caesar Salads and ordered them. For the entrée, I ordered chicken parmesan. He ordered the cannelloni which was stuffed with chicken and spinach. Over the meal, we talked more about ourselves. Chiefly, what type of shows and movies we liked. We found that we had similar interests like watching old cartoons and movies from the 80s. He then asked if I wanted dessert. He said, "Normally, I don't have dessert. Gotta keep my figure. This is a special day though." We went with the chocolate chip bread pudding which was excellent. We left and decided to take a drive around town to see where everything was.
We found the closest bank, the grocery store, the post office. Places like that. We didn't get back until 8pm. We took off our socks and shoes as soon as we entered the room. I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I came out wearing gym shorts and a tee. He was sitting in front of the set trying to find something for us to watch. He looked up and said, "The only thing interesting is this old game show channel if that's okay to you?" I shrugged my shoulders and was in complete agreement, "Until we find something better." He set the remote on the desk and went to wash up. Soon, there was something better on.
Standing in the middle of the room, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head. He then undid the buttons on his fly and pulled the jeans down showing that he wore trunk style briefs. He looked at me and said, "You okay with me taking my clothes off in front of you?" I thought it was too late for that as my eyes wandered from his pleasant face down his chest and my eyes stopped as they focused on what was between his legs. I sheepishly said, "Yea, fine." My crotch stirred and he looked between my legs, "You sure?" What I was sure of was that his underwear was chock full of meat. The game show was still going on, but although the bells and cheers were audible, the sounds escaped us.
Even though we just met, I felt comfortable with him. I stood up and undid the drawstring of my shorts. They fell down right away. He looked down and said, "You're a briefs guy too? Cool. I love briefs. Don't you? They're nice and snug." He caressed the bulge he made with his very personal belongings. He reached for the remote, turned off the TV, and threw the remote on his bed. "Let's have some fun. A reward after a long day." Kevin pulled down his briefs and his boner sprung free. It was eight inches hard and his nuts were the size of lemons. He sat on my bed and propped himself against the wall. He slowly started to beat his meat. With his other hand, he patted the bed. I had never done anything like this, but the invite was enticing. I lowered my briefs and sat next to him.
I wrapped my fingers around my dick which was six inches long and started to jack off. We smiled at each other and then he reached and wrapped his hand around my prick. "Like it?" I nodded and I returned the gesture. We savored the sensations we created in each other and then he blurted, "Faster. Make me cum good." I obliged and went faster. He started to moan, "Oh, yea. That's it. That's it." His pleasure filled hums, spurned me on. I looked at it at my handiwork, eager to see the result. He tensed up, and his cock pulsed as viscous jizz erupted. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned off my hand. I looked down as his hand which worked on mine and I didn't last much longer. I cleaned his hand and we smiled at each other. "That was fantastic." I said, "Yea." He turned off the light. His voice said, "Here's to a wonderful semester". He held my naked body next to his equally bare form and we spent the night like that.
Over the weeks that followed, we immersed ourselves into college life. We went to our lessons and attended our dorm's social events. Every Saturday evening, we took a break and went out. We would go to a movie or out to eat. The night would end the same way. We would back to our room for some "hands on" fun. We would either play with ourselves, or just each other, or a little of both. I thought that more would happen, but we didn't go beyond handjobs. Did I want more? I would be lying if I said that was enough for me. Did he want more? Maybe, but he never let on that he wanted something more than just a friend with benefits. I was fine with this. I didn't want to endanger the friendship that we had developed.
It was early October when we heard about this new comic book store opening. For the small town of Durant, that meant a lot since it would be the only one. However, schoolwork got in the way and we were not able to attend the grand opening. The following weekend, we headed there and found the place closed. We looked at our watches and the sign on the door. The store hadn't opened yet and wouldn't for another thirty minutes. We talked about what to do to pass the time. It didn't make sense to go back to the dorm only to come right back. Lunch was out of the question because we just ate brunch at the diner. We looked around. We just needed thirty minutes. Across the street was a brick building with black awning and next to the maroon door, there was a skeleton wearing a robe. Decorations for Halloween? That's what we thought at first until we saw the sign "Hecate: Oddities and Curio Shoppe". We had driven along this street to a couple of occasions, but never recalled seeing the place before. Kevin said, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to look around. He ran across the street just before the light turned and he waited patiently for me to cross. I joined him. We opened the door not knowing what to expect.
There were three rooms that we could see which included the foyer and two adjoining rooms. The sense of the macabre emanated from the place. It was the type of place that one would read about in Lovecraft stories. In the center was a stack of candles. Next to the cash register, they had strange jewelry on sale. In one corner of the foyer was a bookshelf. We browsed the selection. There were books on demons, some books about haunted places, and several books about dreams. Next to it was a shelf containing boxes of tarot cards. The room across had taxidermied animals. A bear guarded the entrance to that room and in front of the stuffed bear was a sign which said, "Do not touch us. We don't like photos either." Next to the entrance was another room, smaller than the taxidermy room, about the same size of the lobby. Next to it was a door leading to a small outdoor room. There were potted plants and a cage containing parakeets. Birds were okay, but not as interesting when you compare it to the other rooms. Kevin said, "I'm going to check out those dream books." I nodded and he left me to browse the one room that we hadn't entered yet.
In there, creepy puppets sat on the shelves, but mostly strange boxes and strange jars were found there. It was a mini apothecary watched carefully by a portrait of Paracelsus. I browsed the selections. There were some styled as sleep aids, there were ones that were advertised to boost memory or energy. My hand reached for a packet and I hadn't even read the label yet. I looked at it. It appeared to be like one of those packets one adds to water and I was puzzled, "New Life?" A voice from behind said, "Can I help you with something?" I turned a faced a woman not much older than I. She wore a long black skirt, a tan blouse and a necklace which ended in a pendant with the eye of Horus etched in it. I showed her the packet and asked, "Some type of energy booster?" "She said, "It's a powder. You can add it to cold or warm water. It's more that that for the right person." I didn't know what she meant and she folded my fingers around it, "That's for you to find out at the right time." I walked to the cash register and I asked after she took her place behind the counter, "How much?" She said, "Fifteen dollars."
I thought the price was exorbitant since it just one packet of powder, but a voice inside told me to take it. I handed over the cash and walked with Kevin out of the store. He had bought a book of dream symbology. He said, "Find anything?" I said, "Drink Mix." By that time the comic book store had opened. I found a tee with a wolf's face on it and Kevin found a posable Cthulhu action figure. After our purchases, we headed back to our dorm room. I put the powder away in a box on my shelf and quickly forgot that I ever bought it.
It was on a Friday, about three weeks later, that the voice told me to get the packet and use it. I got out a water bottle and added the mix. I put the cap back on and shook the bottle. I opened the cap and guzzled the contents which had turned a shade of pink. It tasted like strawberry which was my favorite flavor. I tossed the empty bottle in the trash and watched the evening news with my roommate before bed.
The next morning was a Saturday morning which meant that Kevin was off to the gym. Every time he went to the university gym or the gym down the street, he tried get me to go. I preferred to stay in bed and would curl up. He would say on the way out, "Catch ya later." This time was different. My eagerness duplicated his and he was quite giddy at my response. I had never been to the gym. Any exercising I did was out in the open and was restricted to stretching and jogging. I made a beeline to the machines. We were next to each other and spotted each other as we worked out together. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and I looked forward to the next time. We headed back to the room for a breakfast before running our errands.
I asked him, "Cereal or Oatmeal?" He looked up and said, "Oatmeal. Are you okay? Your voice sounded different." I said in my regular voice, "I don't think so. I feel perfectly fine." He said, "I must have been imagining things. I placed the bowls in the microwave. I zapped the oatmeal in the microwave and gave Kevin one bowl and gave myself the other. I then peeled a banana and divided it between us. We took our showers and then we took inventory. We swap responsibilities each week. One of us would check the small pantry and the other would write the items down. This week, Kevin was writing out the grocery list. I looked up and said, "Watashitachiha pinattsubata o tsukaihatashite imasu." He looked at me and asked, "What did you say?" I said, "We're out of peanut butter." He said, "No, before that." I was unsure what he was talking about because that was the first item that I told him. I said, "I don't think I said anything else." He shrugged his shoulders and put his clothes on. We ran our day's errands and ended the day with our usual eating out and later jackoff session.
The next day, we started the morning in our usual way, with breakfast in the school cafeteria. He had an over-easy egg and a sausage link. I had a stack of pancakes and next to it was a tall glass of milk. It was relatively quiet as it usually was because the school cafeteria didn't usually get a whole lot of foot traffic on Sunday. We talked about the upcoming week's classes and what was going to be on TV tonight. With the meal finished sometime after, we went back to the room.
That evening, I felt like my insides were on fire. Kevin said, "Something didn't agree with you?" I looked up and said, "I guess." I got more overheated and sought to escape the inflammation. My roommate looked at me intently as I discarded my clothing until I was in nothing more than my birthday suit.
He became out of focus, so much that it hurt to look at him. I took my glasses off and threw them onto my bed. I looked back at him and could make him out crystal clear. I was startled by what had happened. That was small potatoes to what happened next. The floor was moving away from me as I grew taller by a few inches while my slim shoulders expanded. The area around my belly button became the small valleys and hills of chiseled abs while my simple pectorals became large and defined and the hairs on my chest wilted away. I subconsciously flexed my arms and saw my biceps inflate. My musculature was becoming just like Kevin's. I looked down at my junk to see the short pubic hairs become slightly longer. Foreskin regenerated and crept forward until it covered my glans. I touched my rear which has become a defined bubble butt, the type one gets from doing squats. I looked in the mirror as if to convince myself that this was really happening. I watched as my upper eyelids developed epicanthic folds and my eye color had gone from a medium brown to a dark brown.
I looked at the mirror and saw a gorgeous Japanese guy looking right back at me. I looked at Kevin. He just at there with a blank expression as if he was stuck in time. My mind was starting to become foggy. I told myself, "I was born in San Antonio." A new voice escaped my lips and spoke in Japanese, "No. You were born in Osaka." Each time I tried to remember a memory or a fact, the voice in my head refuted each time. I don't care much for football. No, you like playing American style football. You remember putting on the gear and. I played it in high school. What was the name of my school again? Langdon High? No, you played for the Yamagata High dragons. I was in a daze, confused by what memories were real and which ones were false. I couldn't take it anymore. Okay, I told the voice, you're correct.
With that, Jorge Sandoval no longer existed in either form or thought.
I felt a hand grip my shoulder. "You okay Joji?" I turned around and looked into Kevin's eyes. "I just thought..." I looked at my side of the room in confusion. For a second, I could have sworn my side of the room was different. I thought I was naked, but I was still fully clothed. Tossing out my puzzlement, I looked at him. "Just fine here." He smiled slyly, "Good." He pulled me close to him and his lips locked with mine. My tongue slips into his mouth and dances with his.
We started out as strangers and became friends with benefits. We found that we had much in common and became much more. I peel off his clothes until he is in his briefs. He unzips my jeans and pulls my shirt off until I've also been reduced to just my underwear. We leave the discarded apparel on the floor. I lead him to my bed and we climb into bed. I turned off the light and we fall asleep in each others arms.
My name is Joji Sanada. I was once a voice.
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