Florian watched as Tony, the delivery boy from Athenai Pizza strutted up the walk to his front door. Tony Caracci, though third-generation Italian, looked like a Greek god with curly black hair, bright blue eyes like John Travolta, features worthy of the hand of Phidias, almost absurdly broad shoulders, and a 28" waist .

Unlike most young men of 19, he did not wear his jeans prison-style with the crotch between his knees. He wore tight low-rise jeans which displayed a basket that looked as if he had stuffed a softball into his pants.

Tony, who absolutely radiated sex appeal and pheromones, considered himself God's gift to women. His little black book was said to be full of the names of dozens of chicks who were tearing their hair out for a chance to hop into bed with him. He claimed that he got laid every night which may or may not have been bullshit.

Florian lusted after him. He dreamed of taking that huge whang into his mouth and of shoving his own impressive whang between those cute taut buns into Tony's gut. Florian wanted Tony and what Florian Zagorski wanted, Florian Zagorski GOT !

It had taken him a while to figure out how to accomplish it.

Last week after whacking off following a half-hour of being teased by Tony (Florian's house was the last on Tony's route.)Florian remembered something he had been told about a Haitian herbalist who made "hate potions" which cheated wives used for revenge on their straying husbands. One of them, #5 as he recalled it, turned the man queer.

If he could locate her shop, Florian could obtain a potion to make Tony willing to submit his sex-god's body to Florian's advances. Her name was......Nola ? Rhoda ?

Flora ? Cora ? Zora ! That was IT, Madame Zora. With trembling hands, he opened the telephone directory to look her shop up.

Luck was with him. THERE IT WAS ! Madame Zora, Herbalist 124 Gustav Wasa Blvd. Florian remembered the neighborhood well. When he had been a small boy, it was still Swedish, hence the street named after a famous Swedish king. Later it became French. Le Cercle Francais had its lodge hall there, across from Ste.Anne's Church with the inscription "Bonne Ste.Anne, Priez pour Nous" over the doors.

The French-speaking Haitians still went there after the neighborhood was taken over by immigrants from the Caribbean islands.

Not daring to park his car in that neighborhood, Florian took the bus. He had no difficulty in finding Madame Zora's shop, four doors west of Ste. Anne's. The fragrance of the herbs hanging from the ceiling was almost overpowering. Florian guessed that the svelte,statuesque, black woman behind the counter, speaking to a customer in a strong French accent was Madame Zora.

The customer was an over-the-hill Latina beauty somewhat resembling Anna Magnani. She was telling Madame Zora that she wanted her husband to suffer great pain and then be useless to any woman ever again. "Zen you want 'ate potion No. 1. Eet destroys ze co'ones most painfully. After zat, all 'e weel be able to do een bed ees sleep." The former beauty paid $45 and left.

Florian had decided to put on his fruitiest swishiest accent to make his story more plausible. Mme Zora approached him and asked Florian "An' w'at may I do for you ? " "WELL" replied Florian, My lover has been CHEATING on me and with a WOMAN, of all things. Not that I have anything against women for most men, but he SWORE that he was gay and would love ME ALONE !

I've heard that your Hate Potion No. 5 turns straight men queer. Would it do the same for a bi man ?" "Mais certainment" "Then I MUST have it ! How is it administered ?" "Usually in coffee which masks the flavour completely." "He doesn't drink coffee. Would Coca Cola work ?" "Probably" "Then I'd best get two in case he doesn't drink it all."

This costed Florian $200, but "Better safe than sorry". So, he was ready for Tony when he arrived at the door. In very doubtful compliance with company regs, Tony's jacket was open to the waist and he was wearing nothing under it. In a feat of one-upmanship, though, Florian came to the door wearing nothing but a hardon.

Straight though he was, Tony couldn't avoid staring and the bulge in his pants changed from hemispherical to conical.

Florian paid Tony for the pizza and brought it out into the kitchen. Then he yelled out to Tony "Would you like a Coke ?" "Sure" replied Tony, thus sealing his fate.Florian cut the corner off one of the glassine bags bearing a large red "5", popped the top of a can of Coke and dumped the brown powder into it. He counted on the heat to assure that Tony would drink all of it.

Opening a Sprite for himself, Florian brought the Coke out to Tony and watched with great satisfaction as Tony chug-a-lugged it. Then he playfully made a grab for Florian's boner, squeezed it, chuckled and said "See ya later, stud." Tony swaggered down the walk and Florian followed him with his eyes. If Tony had a date with a chick that night, he might have a hell of a time getting it up for a woman and he'd have some damn' strange dreams later.

The next Thursday, as was his custom, Florian ordered a small red Florentine pizza from Athenai Pizza. As usual, Tony delivered it. Instead of swaggering, though, he walked in a curiously hesitant way, as though he were reluctant to reach the door. As Tony got closer, Florian could see the outline of a boner in the left leg of his jeans.

Now certain that the potion had done its job, Florian came to the door bare-assed. When he opened it, Tony was trembling. Florian made eye contact with him and didn't break it as he drew Tony inside, bolting the door after him. Florian set the pizza on a hall table and suddenly took Tony in his arms and French-kissed him, at the same time groping him. Tony returned both the kiss and the grope.

Florian made the kiss last for several minutes and, when they broke for air, whispered into Tony's ear "The time for teasing and games is over, Tony. This is the main event." He opened Tony's fly and pulled out his rigid trouser snake. Then Florian put his hands on Tony's shoulders and pushed downward, forcing Tony into a squatting position with his lips but inches from the head of Florian's hardon.

For a long moment, Tony stared at Florian's cock, then, with a whimper, he opened his mouth and went down on Florian's pre-cum-dripping boner. Florian took ahold of his head and told Tony "Wrap your lips over your teeth and swirl your tongue around the head of my dick. Now suck at the same time." Tony did as he was told. Tony was trembling and breathing hard.

Florian enjoyed the blow job and gave Tony no warning of when he was going to cum. Suddenly, it happened. Tony's eyes opened widely as his mouth filled up with jism. Having no alternative, he swallowed it. As he did, Tony stiffened and shook as ropes of thick lumpy jism spurted from his cock, five of them before the flow stopped. All the while, he was gobbling down Florian's cum. Florian told him "Run your thumb along the underside of my cock to work out the last drops."

Florian led Tony to the couch and immediately began French-kissing him again. He could taste his own cum in Tony's mouth. He deliberately did not touch Tony's dick, yet it soon stiffened and stood up against Tony's flat muscular belly. While they were kissing, Florian undressed Tony until he was as naked as Florian.

"That was very good for starters, Tony, but now it's time for you to experience the greatest pleasure that one man can give to another. Most men believe that the prick is the most sensitive pleasure-giving part of the male body. That's not true, as I shall prove to you shortly, the asshole and the prostate gland are sources of much more intense pleasure than anything you have ever experienced with your dick."

The couch rested on a thick shag rug which was comfortable enough to sleep on. Florian pushed the coffee table away, removing from it as he did so, a tube of K-Y ointment, a tube of Mentholatum, a finger cot,a vial of poppers, and a towel. Gently he slid Tony off the couch onto the rug and pushed his knees up onto his chest. He slipped the finger cot onto the index finger of his right hand and greased it up with Mentholatum.

Florian gently inserted the finger into Tony's asshole. The soothing Mentholatum relaxed the sphincter almost immedately. Florian worked his index finger around stretching Tony's virgin asshole to accomodate his long thin dick. Then he wiped off the excess Mentholatum , removed the finger cot, and lubricated his cock generously with K-Y ointment.

"This is it, Tony. This is the best thing you'll ever feel, a pleasure that no woman can ever give you." "Please, don't. I want to fuck women." "No you don't. Tony, you only thought that you did. This is what you've always wanted. Remember how you shot when you blew me ? Is that straight ?"

Even while he was saying this, Florian was pressing the tapered head of his well-greased whang against Tony's already yielding sphincter. The muscle, already relaxed by the Mentholatum, suddenly offered no more resistance. As his prick began to invade Tony's body, Florian crushed an ampoule of amyl nitrate in his handkerchief and held it to Tony's nose. Tony suddenly wrapped his legs around Florian's waist, pulling his rigid member deep into his body.

Florian rubbed his prick against Tony's prostate gland gently. Tony tossed his head from side to side and moaned. Florian now began fucking in earnest, with long strokes which lingered on Tony's quivering prostate gland at the bottom of each stroke. He held the handkerchief to Tony's nostrils again. Tony was quivering all over, moaning and sighing in ecstasy.

As he felt the contractions of Tony's prostate gland becoming strong, Florian began probing and poking the gland with his hardon. In a moment, Tony began to cum. A geysir of cum was erupting from his rigid cock. Tony spurted again and again and again. Finally, as Florian flooded his bowels with his jism, Tony slumped, utterly exhausted.

Tony was in a dreamlike state when he left to return the truck to the pizzeria. He wasn't sure just what he told them to explain his tardiness. He was more concerned by the realization that he was undeniably queer.

Florian was rather surprised that he didn't hear from Tony before he ordered his next pizza on the following Thursday. He was even more surprised when he saw it being delivered by Julius, the alternate driver, a mighty, magnificently muscled and hung black stud but, unfortunately, married. Not that Florian hadn't had sex with many married men, but they were usually harder to conquer than bachelors.

Hastily, Florian slipped on his slacks before he answered the doorbell. "Hi, Julius", he greeted the driver. "Where's Tony ?" "In da hospital." "My God ! What happened ?" "Damnedest thing; he cut his own balls off !" "Shit ! why ?" "Ah dunno; he said somethin' about turnin' queer." "Tony ? queer ? I thought he was God's gift to women." "So did ah."

During this conversation, Florian was unaware that he had gotten a boner until he noticed Julius staring at it and grinning. Hmm. Suddenly, Florian got an idea. "Say, Julius", he asked,"Would you like a Coke ?"