Gary's Roommate (hypno)


Gary's roommate in his third year was the single most beautiful man Gary had ever seen. Whatever luck granted him the gift of having to live with this young man with the perfectly chiselled features, the body to die for and even a friendly personality, Gary was very grateful. For a time, that is.

The problem was the he was becoming obsessed with David. He could barely hide his hard-on whenever David was in the room and he thought about him constantly. Not that David was around much. His family was quite wealthy - he was an only child and was given just about anything he wanted. Gary learned that David's parents pretty well left him to himself - his parents were both CEO's of different companies and didn't have a lot of time for him and so David had his own car at school and was out of the room more often than not.

David loved to work out as well. He didn't seem to be in any organized sports, though he talked about joining the wrestling team, but he liked keeping fit.

On a typical day David would rise before Gary and go out running. He'd drop back to the room to change, go out to classes or on weekends the gym and then wouldn't be seen to late at night unless he stopped by to change for a date.

Studying was something David seldom did but it caught up to him by mid-terms. He was failing two subjects. David seemed surprised at these two failures. It seems that all his year of high school and two years of college he had never had to study and he really didn't even seem to know how.

The first night after marks were released David stayed in his room to study but he didn't seem to have a clue how to go about it. He sharpened pencils, got up for a glass of water, went to the bathroom, searched for notepaper - anything but study.

Gary was observing him as he always did, trying not to be noticed as observing. His imagination was running riot and his dick was quite hard when David suddenly turned to him and said, "This is really dumb. I really don't know how to study these things. You seem to be studying all the time. What is it that you do?"

Having been suddenly pulled from a fantasy, Gary was tongue-tied for a second, then said, "You need to learn to relax, first of all. You're like a caged lion tonight. Do you realize how much you have been getting up from your desk and doing things so that you won't have to study?"

"Yeah, I know. I've always been a bit hyper. I have to be doing things all the time. I never used to have to study - but I'm really having trouble in History and Psych. I've got to get those grades up."

Straight from his fantasy Gary brought it up. "Have you ever tried hypnosis? To relax you? And help you concentrate?"

"You mean like those stage shows where people think they're chickens and stuff?"

"No, they're putting on a show. It's really not like that. It's very relaxing and helpful. I had a friend back home that raised his marks 40% with a little help from hypnosis."

"No shit! Where do you go to have it done?"

Gary gulped. "I can do it. No problem."

"Really. Did you do the guy whose marks went up?"

"Yeah," Gary said, "That was me. It's been a hobby of mine for a long time."

"Then you'll be a good buddy and help me?

"Sure," Gary said. "Whatever you want."

"Right now?"


"O.K." David smiled. "What do I do?"

Twenty minutes later David was sitting in the one easy chair in the room and his eyes were closed. shiver went through Gary the moment that happened. He could feel himself shaking - the chance to get this close to David, and the 'intimacy' of hypnotizing him he find quite exciting.

David had been an exceptional hypnotic subject. Gary hadn't been kidding when he said it was a hobby; he had been doing it for years. For him it had been a way to be around guys without being overtly sexual, and the idea of power over another really turned him on. At least in his imagination. He had always been afraid to do anything sexual with a subject when they were hypnotized. he had never crossed that line - only in his imagination. He had stuck to helping them with their concentration, or stopping other habits they wanted changed like biting nails. He really had raised Jeremy's marks by 40% - that wasn't a lie.

But now, looking at the deeply sleeping David his imagination was going crazy. David was wearing only the denim vest that he wore around the dorm room and his rippling muscles were there for Gary to reach out to - in his mind, of course. David's jeans were fairly tight but he had a good bulge at the crotch.

Gary began the process of deepening David's trance - a process that usually took about an hour working with someone the first time, but David seemed to be one of those rare 10% that could hit a very deep trance almost immediately. He was the type they liked to get for stage shows for he was very suggestible.

After about ten minutes Gary was convinced that he was quite deep from a series of tests he usually did.

Next he gave David a key that would put him quickly back into a trance. "David, whenever I say the words: "Did you do your Statistics last night?" and only when I say those words, you will immediately feel your eyes start to close and you will go into a deeper sleep that you are even right now. Every time you go under you will go deeper and deeper. Do you understand?"


In a minute I'm going to wake you up and you are going to feel very refreshed. You won't be aware anything has happened. In fact you'll forget all about being hypnotized. But when you wake up you are going to find it impossible not to swear. You will swear more than the worst sailor - but - you won't even be aware that you're swearing. I'm going to put my hand on your head now and you are going to feel the need to swear come into you." Gary reached out and placed his hand on the sleeping David's head. A frown crossed David's face. "Do you feel it coming into you."

"Yes." And then he formed words on his lips but didn't say them.

"I'm now going to count to 5. When you hear the number "5" you will be wide awake, thinking that you have to study, forgetting all about our conversation about hypnosis. One... two... three... Gary moved back to his desk. Four... five.

David's eyes flew open. "Christ, I'm must have fuckin' fallen asleep. Damn it, I've got to fuckin' study for this fuckin' test tomorrow." He got up and went back to his desk. "Christ Jesus, I don't even fuckin' know how to go about learning this crap. I hate that fuckin' bitch."

Gary looked at him. "David, I wish you'd watch your language round me - I don't appreciate all that swearing."

David looked at him as if he were crazy. "What the fuck are you talking about? I never fucking swear."

"David... did you do your statistics last night?"

Immediately David's eyes closed and he slipped down off his chair onto the floor - and not very easily. Gary would have to change that direction so he stayed upright when it happened.

"David, I am going to help you up and get you sitting back on your desk chair. You won't awaken, but the movement will make you go even deeper." He helped David back into the chair.

"In a few minutes I am going to wake you up. When you wake up you will feel an overwhelming need for a brewed coffee. You will ask Gary if he wants a coffee and you will take him to get one. On the first sip of the coffee you will be able to stop swearing. On the second sip of coffee you will find the lady who served you quite attractive and will want to flirt with her. On the last sip of coffee you are going to suddenly want another coffee - and a cigarette. You will feel an overwhelming need to smoke a cigarette. Have you ever smoked before, David?"

"I tried it. I didn't like it."

"Oh, you will this time, David. You are going to want that cigarette so badly and you will enjoy it so much when you smoke it. You will just love it. And remember, whenever I say the phrase "Did you do your Statistics last night?" you will fall immediately asleep wherever you are but you will stay in whatever position you are in. Your eyes will close and you will go even deeper asleep than you are now. On the count of five you will wake up, feeling the need for coffee very badly. One.. two... three.." Gary moved back to his desk. "Four... five..."

David's eyes popped open and there was 10 seconds of silence. Then...

"Fuck! I can't take this any more. I need a fuckin' coffee. You wanna fuckin' go for a coffee?"


Like a madman, he ripped off his vest and grabbed a shirt and put it over his head, grabbed his keys and rushed to the door.

"Fuckin' hurry up. I damn well need a coffee now!"

I grabbed my jacket and followed but I could hardly keep up with him. He raced down the hall, practically ran down the stairs and raced to his car. He had the car started before I got in. "Nice car," I said.

"My fuckin' parents got it for me for graduation."

"You must get along with your parents well."

"My mother's a fuckin' cunt sometimes. And my fuckin' father... he gives me these fuckin' gifts so he fuckin' won't have to talk to me."

David was driving like a madman. When we got to the gate and there was a red light, David jumped out of the car and ran over to the button on the post that walkers push if they want the light to change.

"C'mon..c'mon..dammit! I haven't got all fuckin' day!" Finally the light turned green and I heard rubber as David raced to the nearest coffee shop.

There was a small lineup and David paced like a caged animal waiting for his coffee. "Fuck, this place is so fuckin' slow."

Finally it was our turn. The waitress was a dowdy forty-year old who'd had a rough day. "How do you fuckin' take yours?" he asked.

"Black", I said.

"Just give us two fuckin' black coffees as quickly as possible." He slapped the money down on the counter as the girl gave him a disgusted look, then turned and got the coffee.


David had his first sip before we sat down. The swearing stopped instantly. "ow. I needed this tonight. It tastes so good." A second sip. "Did you see that waitress that served us - great body." He looked over and smiled at her. She, of course, was oblivious. But all through his sipping he kept looking over at her, trying to get her attention and smiling. He even licked his lips, looking at her.

Finally he had his last sip. On doing so he looked around the shop, presumably for smokers. There weren't any. David started to fidget and looked uncomfortable.

"Say, you don't smoke, do you?"

"No" I said. Actually that was a bit of lie. I hadn't been smoking since I got to college because I was trying to control a habit that had gotten out of control. Actually I had a thing for male smokers and found it quite sexy really.

"I don't smoke often either, but I really want another coffee and a cigarette now. Would you go get a coffee while I go out and get some smokes?" he didn't wait for an answer but practically shot out the door to his car and screeched out of the lot looking for a store that sold cigarettes. He was back in about five minutes with a pack of Marlboro Reds. He already had one lit when he entered the coffee shop.

I had just sat down with the two new coffees having had a short lecture from the waitress on "manners" and my friend.

We talked for a while about home and school and I watched David smoke. He didn't inhale very much, but some. He did, however, look like he was enjoying the smoke. After he put the cigarette out, I looked at him and said, "Did you do your Statistics last night?" His eyes shut immediately but he remained in the same position.

"You are going even deeper, David. You enjoyed that cigarette, didn't you?"

"Yes. It was good."

"You smoke a lot now, don't you David?"

He looked confused. "I don't smoke."

"Sure you do, David. You have a pack of cigarettes with you right now, don't you?"


"And you love to smoke. It really relaxes you. So you smoke a lot, don't you?"

Tentatively. "Yes.."

"How much do you smoke, David?"

"I don't know. A lot."

"And how much is a lot? A pack a day?"

"I guess so."

"So you smoke a pack a day and you love it?"


"You can feel yourself wanting another cigarette right now, can't you?"


"And why do you want a cigarette right now?"

"Because I love smoking." David replied.

"Yes, you do. And how much do you smoke, David?"

"A pack a day."

Then Gary thought of another turn on.

"Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo, David."

"Not really."

"Well, I am placing my hand on your head right now and you are starting to feel like you would really like to get a tattoo. It would look good on your muscled arm. A large tattoo on your left arm. You really want that now. What is it you want now, David."

"A cigarette."

"Right. But what else?"

"A tattoo."

"And why do you went a tattoo, David?"

"I would compliment my arm muscles."

"That's right. Now in a minute I am going to wake you up and you will finish your coffee, not remembering you have been asleep at all. And you will go back to our room and you will be able to study because you will be relaxed. The cigarettes will help you to relax and study. Now I'll count to five and you will wake up, not remembering being asleep at all. One, two, three, four, five."

"Oh, I must have drifted off for a second. What were you saying?"

"Doesn't matter."

David was reaching for another cigarette. This time he was inhaling a little deeper. God he looked good with a cigarette.

Shortly after we went back to our room. I got ready for bed, then went to bed and pretended to sleep, but didn't sleep - watching David out of the corner of my eye.

He stayed up till three studying - and smoked almost the whole pack of cigarettes! At one point I came without even touching myself, just watching this hunk smoke!


I don't know what David's friends thought about his new smoking habit - he never said anything about it, but I loved it. As he smoked more he developed a lovely masculine style and his inhalations got very deep and long. He would often hold the cigarette in his mouth for long times while he studied. I had to change my shorts many times over the next week.

The following Saturday at noon David walked in with is tattoo - on his left arm - a large crest. He was quite proud of it and showed me immediately by ripping his short off over his head. Then he sat at the end of his bed and told me how he'd always wanted to do that.

I listened, then replied "Did you do your Statistics last night". Immediately his eyes shut. "I want you to lay back on the bed," I said.

He did.


I stood there looking at this incredible man and I could barely contain myself. Then I got an idea.

"David. I want you to go back in time to when you were in high school. To a time when there was a girl you wanted but you couldn't have. You are moving back in time and you are there now. How old are you, now, David.


"And who is the girl you want."

"My English teacher, Miss Dunn."

"What's she like, David?"

"She's really beautiful. She wears these short skirts that drive me crazy. Her hair is red and cut quite short... and she has this great smile."

"You are looking at her now, David. She's just as you described and you see her very clearly, don't you?


"And she wants you, too, David. She's been too shy to tell you, but you can see it from the way she's looking at you. She's smiling at you and calls you over. She says that she has some extra work for you and she needs you to go home with her. Would you like that?"


"She's driving you to her home now, David. You're in the car and she keeps smiling at you. How are you feeling, David."

"Horny...she... really turns me on."

"She reaches out and puts her hand on your leg." Gary reached over and put his hand on David's upper leg. She talks to you now."

Gary's voice took on a different tone. "I really like you, David. Of all my students you are my favourite. I am so lonely, David and I need you to help me." Gary slowly moved his hand up the leg and into David's crotch. "You'd like to help me, wouldn't you, David?"

"Yes. Very much."

"You really turn me on, David. Do I turn you on, too? Gary started to massage David's growing member.

"Oh, yes."

"We're at my house, now. David. Take my hand and I'll show you the bedroom where I sleep." Gary took his hand away from David's crotch and held his hand. "Isn't this a beautiful, bedroom, David."


"I want you to take your shirt off and lie on the bed. You look very comfortable. Now watch me as I take off my things." Gary described in detail each piece of clothing that Miss Dunn took off. By the end, David's penis was pushing hard against his jeans.

"I'm going to undo your jeans, now, David. You must be getting very uncomfortable." David reached over and undid his jeans. I want you to just relax, now David and let me do all the work. I've wanted you for so long."

By this time, Gary had his shirt and pants off and was kneeling next to David's sleeping body. He reached over and put his hand on David's shoulders and felt the massive muscles and the slightly hairy chest. He massaged David as he moved downwards. He spoke to David all the while. David made sounds as though he were really enjoying this fantasy.

"I want to kiss you now, David. Do you want me too?"

"Oh, yes, please..." he begged.

Gary, now on top of David, reached down to David's lips. At the same time, David's mouth opened and his tongue went into Gary and for what seemed like an eternity and at the same time only a few seconds, Gary kissed David with all the energy and might that had been building up for over two months. And David reciprocated.

"That was so nice, David. And now I have another present for you." Gary went down on David's now massive cock while his hands roamed all over David's body.


It was not very long before David came and Gary took all his cum and swallowed it. David moaned in ecstasy and called out..."Oh, Miss Dunn, Miss Dunn. I love you so much."

Afterwards he got David to do up his pants and told him that this would always have to be their secret. Gary spied his Zippo lighter on top of his desk and went over and grabbed it.

"David, I'm going to give you this lighter as a gift. Every time you light a cigarette you will be able to think of me and this wonderful time we've had."

"I don't smoke, Miss Dunn."

This threw Gary for a second. "Well, you will start, David. For me. But you must never lose this lighter, David. It must be your most precious thing. If you lose it, you will change from a lover to a bitter, hating person. It will destroy you." God, Gary thought. Where did that come from. Melodrama or what!

"I'm leaving you now and in a moment Gary will start talking to you again. Listen to him. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." A tear dropped from David's left eye.

"This is Gary again. You feel very relaxed. In a few minutes I will wake you and you will think you have been just asleep for a short nap. You remember showing Gary your anew tattoo and then you lay down for a short nap. Put your lighter in your pocket where you won't lose it."

"Can't lose it."

"You are twenty years old again. How much do you smoke, David."

"A pack a day."

"And who started you smoking, David?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Miss Dunn."

"How did she do that, David?"

"She gave me a lighter and I started smoking."

"And do you like smoking, David.?"


"You love it, don't you?"


"You love it so much you are going to smoke twice as much now, David."

"Twice as much."

"How much do you smoke now, David?"

"Two packs a day."

Now Gary could watch David smoking two or three cigarettes before he left for class each morning.

"One, two, three, four, five."

He awoke. "Oh, I must have really dozed off." The first thing he did was take out his cigarettes and use the new lighter. He looked t the lighter before he lit it, and smiled.


As David smoked more and more, David's fantasies grew stronger and stronger and the need to have sex with David again. Then he thought about the lighter and what that might do. During the night on Monday he took the lighter from David's pocket.

David arose at six to go running as he always did. The difference was that now he had to have a couple of cigarettes before he went out and he found he couldn't run as far or as long. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, David reached over to the chair to grab the lighter from his jeans pockets. It wasn't there. David panicked. He madly searched the room and all his clothes and when the lighter couldn't be found he sat on the bed and cried.

Gary's response was simply: "Did you do your Statistics last night?" Instantly David's wet eyes closed and Gary walked over to him. "you are feeling very sad that you lost that lighter, aren't you?"


"You know that very bad things will happen unless you can find that lighter, don't you?"


"You can feel your personality changing right now. You don't seem to be able to get turned on by women any more. Just the thought of having sex with a woman makes you ill. Instead you are finding yourself turned on by your roommate Gary. Every time you light a cigarette the new match or lighter is going to cause you to think of Gary in a very sexual way. And you smoke a lot, don't you?


"How much do you smoke, David?"

"Two packs a day."

"And every time you light a cigarette, who do you think of now?"


"How does that make you feel?"

David paused a second. "Embarrassed. Dirty. Bad."

"But still you can't stop thinking about him can you?


"Those feelings are going to get stronger and stronger every day. I'm going to count to five and you will still be crying about the lighter and you won't remember having been asleep." Gary moved back to his bed. "One..two... three... four... five."

David's eyes opened and he continued to cry.

"David? Is something the matter?" Gary asked with a yawn.

"You haven't seen my lighter, have you?"

"No. You came in late last night. You must have left it somewhere. But you can get a new one. What's the problem?" No response. "Here. Here's an old one I had lying around." Gary got up and walked over to David.

David still had his back to Gary when Gary came round the bed and lit the lighter. David, seeing the light, put he cigarette back into his mouth and drew. He drew deeply and long as he did with the first morning smoke every morning.

Then he looked up at Gary. "Thanks," he said and smiled forlornly.

"No problem." Gary proceeded to take off his pyjamas and parade to the bathroom nude. He made sure he paused to look through a drawer and pick up a few toiletries he didn't really need - but made sure he paraded around a bit. David's eyes stayed focused on him the whole time.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gary could see David deeply drawing in the cigarette smoke and staring at him. While he was in the bathroom he peeped though the keyhole and he was able to see David masturbating on the bed.

I wonder what he's thinking about, he thought!


The following two days David seemed to stay in the room more. He also seemed to be letting himself go. He stopped his morning jog which was surprising because he never, ever missed that. He stopped shaving and bathing. He stayed in the room sometimes like a caged animal. Smoking like a chimney and leaving the room only to buy more cigarettes. At one point while Gary was pretending to be sleeping, David picked up a Playboy and leafed through it. Five minutes later he was throwing up in the bathroom. When he came out he leaned against the wall and stared at Gary for the longest time.


On Friday Gary said the magic words again and a very unkempt David went under immediately.

"You seem very upset, David. I want you to tell me what's been bothering you."

"It's embarrassing."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, David. You can tell me anything."

"I..uh... I'm having sexual thoughts about Gary."

"What kind of sexual thoughts?"

"Like touching him and wondering what it would be like to see his erection... and touch it."

"And why does that bother you?"

"I'm not gay. I don't want to be gay."

"But if you're attracted to Gary then you must be gay."

"Yes, but.."

"I'm placing my hand on your hand and this is not going to bother you anymore. You won't think about being gay or straight. You will enjoy any sexual thoughts or fantasies you have and not worry about whether they are right or wrong." He placed his hands on David's head and pushed down hard.

David shivered.

"Who are you attracted to right now, David?"


"And your attraction gets stronger with each cigarette, doesn't it?"


"How much do you smoke now, David?"

"Around two packs a day."

"Starting tomorrow you will smoke three packs a day and your attraction to Gary will go stronger and stronger. How much will you smoke starting tomorrow?"

"Three packs a day."

"And who do you want to make love to?"


"Do you think Gary wants the same thing as you do?"


"Are you going to tell him how you feel?"

"I couldn't. No."

"By Sunday you are going to want him so badly that you are going to have to do something about it because each cigarette is going to make you hornier and hornier. By Sunday you won't be able to stand it."


"Do you think about him when you masturbate?"


"Tell me about what you thought about the last time you masturbated."

"I was thinking about Julie but... he face kept changing to Gary's. He came into the room and I jumped him and we wrestled on the floor. We were both laughing. Then I pinned him down and he struggled. I kept him pinned and I reached down and kissed him. He struggled but I kept putting my tongue in deeper and deeper. Then he struggled some more and I punched him and knocked him out. He just lay there so I reached down and put my hand under his belt and down to his cock and rubbed it... up and down... up and down... and then I came."

Gary's own cock was hard now. "You haven't been running lately, have you?"

"No. I might miss Gary. I like seeing him change in the morning."

"And why haven't you shaved or washed?"

David looked puzzled. "I just forgot, I guess. No reason to 'cause I didn't want to go out."

"Were you planning to go home Thanksgiving weekend, David?"


"You are going to ask to take Gary home with you because you couldn't stand to be away from him, can you?"


"Will your parents mind?"

"No. They let me do most anything I want."

"Do you like your parents, David."

"Not very much. "


"They kind of ignore me. Their jobs are more important."

"I want you to lie on the bed now, David. As soon as you hear the door to the hallway close you will wake up, thinking you have dozed off. You are waiting for Gary to get back. You can't wait for Gary to get back and you are getting hornier and hornier. How much do you smoke, David?"

"Three packs a day."

Gary walked out and didn't come back for four hours. David nearly went crazy waiting for him.


Gary woke up with a splitting headache. Each time he tried to move he realized how much his body hurt. How long had he been... where was... The last thing he remembered was coming into the room Sunday evening.

Slowly he looked around the room. It was dim but not dark outside. Was it morning or dusk? Then he heard a sob from across the room. In the dim light he could see David leaning against the wall almost in a fetal position, sobbing.

He sat up and every part of his body seemed to ache. He wasn't wearing any clothes and was covered by a thin blanket.

"David?" his voice creaked.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Oh, God!"

"What happened?" Gary asked pulling himself to a seated position.

He couldn't get an answer out of David who kept moaning "Oh my God. I'm sorry," over and over.

He walked over to David. "Did you do your Statistics last night?" Immediately the sobbing stopped. "You are feeling quite calm and relaxed now David. Very relaxed. Going deeper and deeper. Are you feeling better?"


"I want you to tell me exactly what happened last night. It won't bother you telling about. You'll stay very relaxed. O.K?"

"Relaxed. Yes."

"Now tell me exactly what happened."

"Gary left about noon and I waited for him to come back but he didn't come and I kept getting more and more nervous and smoking more and all the time I kept dreaming bout what it would be like to touch Gary and touch his cock and suck on it... but he didn't come back and I was getting very edgy. Then suddenly I heard him coming down the hall and I knew I had to have him but I couldn't tell him so I grabbed one of my weights and when he came in the door I was waiting and hit him with it. But I couldn't stop hitting him for the longest time and then I stopped and I saw him laying there. I couldn't hold it in any more. I reached down and ripped his clothes off him and kissed him and tried to say I was sorry. I kissed his whole body and then put his cock into my mouth but it wouldn't get hard. And I was so hard I wanted to burst, so I laid him on a chair and lifted his legs and forced my cock inside him till I exploded. And it felt wonderful but I felt so bad because I hurt Gary and I didn't want to hurt him... I just needed him so much... and I lifted him and put him on the bed... but he still wouldn't wake up and I was afraid I had killed him and I didn't know what to do." He started to sob again.

Despite his pain Gary thought: I finally had him and don't remember a thing! "David, stop crying. Go even deeper. More relaxed. I will fix Gary so that he is alright. But you must never hurt Gary again. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Never hurt Gary."

"For hurting Gary you must always do everything he says. He is your best friend and you will have no others. You must tell Gary how you feel about him, no matter how embarrassed you may feel and Gary will understand - because he is your best friend. By the way, have you asked your parents if you can bring someone home?"

"Yes. They said I could."

"Starting right now, David, the more you grow in your love for Gary, the more you will hate your parents. And what makes your love for Gary grow, David?"


"That's right. Do your parents know you smoke, David?


"How would they feel about it?"

"They would hate it - probably forbid me to smoke."

"That will create a problem, won't it. What do you love more, David? Your parents or smoking?"

He answered without reservation. "Smoking."

Then you'll just have to make them deal with it, won't you, David."


"David, in a few minutes I am going to wake you up. When you wake up, you will be pleased to see that Gary is alright. You will ask him if he would like to go out for coffee, but you won't go inside a coffee shop - just get it to go. You'll make one other stop - to get some cigarettes, but when you are buying the cigarettes you'll suddenly feel like you want a cigar, so you'll buy one. You'll drive over to the place where you last made out with Julie to have coffee. You will smoke the cigar, making sure you inhale it deeply and you will love smoking it. The cigar will give you the courage to tell Gary how much you love him. You won't get embarrassed as long as you are smoking the cigar. You will tell him exactly how you feel about him. Do you understand all that?"


"And who is your best friend, David?"

"Gary is."

"And what will you do to make up to Gary for hurting him?"

"Anything he asks."


An hour later they were at Martin's Lane - a local lover's lane and David was lighting up a large cigar. He drew on it deeply, held it in his lungs and exhaled a long, rich stream of smoke toward the open car window.

"Gary," he started, "I feel that you are my best friend in all the world." He took another drag of his cigar, even deeper. The smoke came out his nose and mouth in a steady stream. Lately I've had feelings for you, feelings that I don't understand and when you came home last night, I'm afraid I knocked you out and hurt you because I didn't want those feelings. Don't say anything yet." He paused for another drag. But when you were lying there unconscious, I abused you... sexually."

"You did what?"

"I'm sorry. There's something about you that turns me on so much and I never thought about another guy that way before, but that's the way I think of you and I'm sorry, but I just had to tell you." He took another drag on his cigar and tears dripped down his cheeks.

"David... I have the same feelings for you," Gary said.

Slowly David turned to look at him. There was a one minute pause as if someone had pressed the video pause button, then David threw the cigar out the window, reached over and smothered Gary with kisses.


One thing led to another and soon they had their clothes off and were making passionate love in David's car. At the end David asked Gary to go to his parents this weekend for Thanksgiving. On the way back to the dorm David chain-smoked and Gary watched him and loved his every drag on the cigarette.


Thanksgiving weekend came quickly. David's parents were stunned to see the change in him. The biggest argument was about the smoking but David was just as adamant about it as they were. Finally he agreed to smoke in his room or outdoors and that seemed to satisfy them enough to get by.

Gary was introduced as his best friend and if they had any idea that anything was going on between them it didn't show. Most of the weekend they were left alone as one or the other of the parents went off to do some work related activity or had company to contend with.

Gary had his own room and each night David would tiptoe in about an hour after bedtime and spend the night with him. After they made love often David didn't sleep but sat there just looking at Gary with great love and admiration on his face.


At times such as this he would sit there until he needed another cigarette and then would come back and sit again. He would often do this for half the night.

On his part, Gary loved the attention and also the richness of the David's family home. On Sunday night he turned to the adoring David: "Did you do your Statistics last night?" Immediately David was under.

"What do you think of your parents, David?"

"I hate them."

"And what do you think of Gary?"

"I love him. He's my best friend."

"And you'd do anything for him, wouldn't you?"


During the night he had David go down and cut the brake line on David's father's car. Gary knew that they had to go into town on Thanksgiving Day to visit one of David's dad's clients. He had heard them talking about it. Then he erased all memory of it from David's mind.

He enjoyed watching David smoke the occasional cigar so he cut down on the packs of cigarettes a day and made him smoke a cigar or two each day. That way the voyeur in him could be satisfied.

He increased David's sexual passion for him each time he put him under so that David's lust for Gary grew stronger with each day. As lover he became completely sensitive to Gary's needs.

He woke David and they made love for another hour before they both fell asleep.


The death of David's parents came as quite a shock -though David was actually glad they died. He really hated them. The investigation found that there was a frayed brake line and that it could have been an accident or someone could have tampered with it. They gave David a lie detector test at one point and found that he knew nothing about it. The case was dropped.

David decided that he wouldn't go back to school - with a little help from Gary. There was no reason to - he had more money than he could spend in a lifetime if he invested it properly. He asked Gary to move in with him and quit school as well. Gary, reluctantly, agreed making David love him all the more for his self-sacrifice.