***I don't want to censor this story to fit under 18 years old.
Therefore I limit the audience to older folks who like this
Kind of story. B'bye!
My dorm room is spit into two worlds. Me, Jason, I'm a jock. A gay jock if you please. Thorne (that's really his name) is a skinny Goth.
There is a white line painted in the middle of the room. I put it there. That separates the powers of darkness from the semi- normal. I also gave up the kitchen to Thorne, he and his dark crew of black haired dyed coven use it to cook up their magic brews. The shelf above the sink is lined up with vials with pictures on their labels. Thorne said that he knows what they contain.
Thorne, if you washed the black out of his hair, used remover on his black nails and got some solid food into him, would be a pretty handsome kid of twenty. Sure, lanky, but that's hot these days.
Me, I'm your standard issue athlete, five foot ten, 155 pounds, curly brown hair, square jaw...oh shit...I'm falling in love with myself.
There has never been any messing around between Thorne and me. We just aren't each other's type, but we each just know the tastes of the other. Yeah, we may have those inclinations, but neither of us are acting on them. Thorne submerges his sexuality in fantasy of every description. I get rid of my frustrations by running five miles each day. I'm glad to get out of the dorm room, the place smells from...I don't know and don't want to know...slimy dead stuff in the kitchen.
Running in the early morning is how I spied Bobby. Bobby runs each AM like I do. I only know him by sight, but I have fallen in love with him. He's way tall, maybe six six. His long frame is perfectly arranged, narrow waist and broad shoulders. His friendly, handsome face is topped by a pile of buttery blond hair. He smiles at me when we pass. I know those smiles, it's politeness, not interest, but my heart thumps in my chest and I have to stop and catch my breath.
My infatuation for this boy has made me do some embarrassing things. Like yesterday, I followed him, pacing myself to stay about a yard behind, sniffing the air, trying to get a whiff of him, sick!.
Finally, a ray of hope presented itself in the form of evil Thorne. One night Thorne and I were sucking up our third cocktail. What kind? Who knows? He makes them in his dark kitchen, but they are delicious and potent.
"What's in this? Bat balls, or something weird?"
"No, just gin and orange zest."
"What's that black thing floating on top of mine?"
"Snap Dragon wings."
I put the glass down quickly. He was laughing, his really nice teeth showing through the black of his lips. "Only kidding. That's a part of the gin bottle label...I think."
Getting drunker and more palsy as the night wore on I had my arm over his bony shoulder, confessing my love for Bobby.
"You mean Bobby Morgan, the blond, tall kid?"
"Yeah."
"He's a pinch hitter on our team."
"Huh?"
"He's been had by Gomer," Gomer was one of his witch-bitches.
"Oh," I said, drawing out the "oh", "That's very interesting."
"You got a hard on, Jason, just talking about the hunk. Why don't you act on your lust?"
I blushed and kicked imaginary dirt in front of the couch. "I'm scared to death and I can't take rejection."
"Suppose I could guarantee that said Bobby-kins will fall into your arms?"
"That would be good. How?"
"Leave it to the wizard."
He got off the couch, with my help and he staggered to the kitchen, giggling as he weaved. In a minute he returned with one of his vials. It had a drawing of a penis on it.
"I don't need penile enlargement, as you well know," I said, insulted.
"No this is a potion that will insure that your boy will want to get up close and very intimate."
"Yeah," I said, getting a little enthusiastic. "How do I administer it?"
"Well first we have to add two things to the bottle. It's like a wedding. Something old, something new, something... forget it. But we need something from Bobby, just a tiny amount, and the same from you."
"Like what? How can I get a urine sample from him, or something like that?"
"No, no, just a tiny bit. You could steal his jock strap and I'll scrap it, or a towel with his sweat, or a toe nail clipping, use your ingenuity."
It was getting late, I was half on thye way to passing out. I put my head back and let it happen. I heard Thorne laughing at me as he crawled into his bed on the Hell said of the room.
The next morning I woke up with a headache. No running for me. I decided I'd go to the campus gym, take a swim, sauna and shower.
I was in the sauna for only ten minutes. It seemed to make my hangover headache worse so I headed for the showers, then with a towel wrapped around my waist, I entered the locker room. No shit, right there, sitting on the bench, one foot on the wood, was Bobby CUTTING HIS TOE NAILS. I also ought to mention that his foot position exposed his junk and it looked yummy.
"Hi, er, Jason, right?"
I stuttered "correct," stupidly, then held out my hand, "Hey, Bobby, right?" Oh this gets more and more stupid of me. Anyway, just imagine he knows me.
"Didn't see you jogging today. I thought maybe you were sick."
Sweet!!
"Naw, I just had too much to drink last night and, you know."
He nodded sympathetically, then finishing his toe nail trim, he stood up, removed his towel from his perfect dimpled ass and got dressed fast. Okay, he was gone, but he left something behind: pairings of his adorable toe nails.
I scooped them up and put then into a folded paper, got dressed and went back to the dorm to seek my necromancer. He opened the folded paper. "Excellent. Nice strong healthy nails. Now I'll get my mortar and pestle and grind them up. Also I'll need something from your body. You want to wank into this?"
"I hope you're not serious."
"No, you can spit in the bowl, that's good enough. I'll have your potion mixed in a little gin (as a preservative). All you have to do it to let a drop fall on the sexy skin of Mr. Bobby."
A little later he emerged with a small dropper top flask and presented it to me. Now I had the problem of figuring out how I could transfer a drop or so on sexy Bobby.
Things fell into place on my run the next morning. Luckily, I had the vial with me.
End Part One