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Pizza Lover’s Special by Paul Newbody © Paul Newbody 2009
He had thirty minutes or less to finish his preparations, preparations that had started a year ago on a dark, lonely night when he had made his vow, sworn to do everything in his power to win the man of his desire. Everything, including magic. His love was greater than his fear, and he started down a dark, twisted path that demanded perfection and required immense effort. The journey began with the need for a pure body. By the combination of precise measurements of certain substances taken internally, he was slowly changing the very shape of his body, becoming leaner, losing the unattractive baby fat that plagued him. He began a series of ritual movements that would mold his physique, making him stronger for the things to come. There were standard phrases that needed to be said in just the right order and intonation; for example, “Hey, how you doing?” before “Want to come in?”. In order to master this stage he joined a group of other like-minded hopefuls. Together they took turns acting different roles, learning all aspects of this crucial beginning. He spent way more money than he should have on a large selection of lotions and creams. Everyone emphasized how the right look and scent really set the mood; it was so important to get just the right subtle combination that would be most effective. He spent many hours before a mirror trying out different effects to create the illusion he was seeking – combing his hair in different ways, trying out different smiles, deciding how many buttons to leave open on his shirt, experimenting first with a mustache, then with stubble. Style was everything. He had to choose his clothes carefully, tailored to suit his new body. He spent long hours rearranging his small apartment so it would conjure up a comfortable and inviting mood. He was as ready as he could possibly make himself. His dedication was about to pay off. He had always heard that for attracting someone confidence was the most magical spell of all. The doorbell rang. ***** “I got your pizza,” I yelled through the door. I wondered what was taking him so long. It was my last delivery for the night and I was ready to unwind. I’d been here before. Usually this guy was right on the ball. The dude who lived here was a freshman I’d seen around campus, kind of cute in a roly-poly way. I’d never spoken to him, but was pretty sure we’d shown up on each other’s gaydar. But he always seemed shy. He answered the door. I hadn’t actually seen him for a while, and I could tell right away he had lost some weight. He looked lean and firm, and was wearing clothes that showed him to his best advantage, far different than at the beginning of the semester. I was impressed. “How you doing?” he said in a smooth, low voice. I almost laughed at such a common opening, but didn’t. He had said it in a very sexy way. He invited me in while he got the money for the pizza. I was surprised at his apartment. It was laid out with a lot of thought and had excellent feng shui. I instantly felt comfortable. A wonderful aroma filled the room, and it wasn’t the pizza. As he came up to me with the money I realized it was coming from him. He had obviously found the right cologne, and he smelled heavenly. I was enormously turned on. In fact, I was definitely in lust. He leaned in with a confidence that made my knees weak, and kissed me. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I went along. It was as if he had put a spell on me.
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