The Magic Touch Ep 1: the Blue Dick
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Episode 1: The Blue Dick
This is the story of how I became the world’s greatest sex spy. Simply put, my current occupation is one in which I fuck hot chicks in order to save the world.
But before I got there, it took time and effort.
A LONG time and A LOT of effort.
Because before I became international sex spy Michael Costa, I was just 19-year-old Mike, in his second year at a normal college, surrounded by normal friends, doing normal things. Even my sex life was absurdly normal. My first time was with my girlfriend in high school, who dumped me before college, and my second time was a drunken ordeal at a freshman party. And if I had to describe these two experiences ... You guessed it: normal.
That’s right, there was precisely one adjective that encapsulated who I was, and it was ‘normal’: the exact opposite of an international super sex spy.
Except for one thing.
By God, was I horny. Abnormally horny. It was like my libido spiked to a million when I hit puberty, and it just never settled down. I was confident I was the horniest motherfucker in the entire country, maybe even the entire western hemisphere, and the proof was plain – I jacked off like it was a fucking job, probably at least three times a day. Once in the shower in the morning, once in the bathroom between classes, then once at my desk when I got home, then maybe once before bed, and so on. You get the idea.
And I’m not even embarrassed to admit it: I was pretty good at it. Like the true serial self-pleasurer I was, I knew all my best spots, and I knew how to control myself. I could spank the monkey at a thousand miles an hour and cum in under thirty seconds, or I could take a whole evening without flagging one bit.
In fact, my control over my climaxes was so good that I privately considered it a kind of special superpower. I mean, I’ve never even heard of anyone who could nut as proficiently as me. But little did I know how accurate the word ‘superpower’ really was, until the day my dick glowed blue.
Which is why I’m going to start my story there; the story of the blue dick.
It was a typical February morning in New York; a freezing breeze whistled outside, and the gray sky cast a cold light on my desk through the prison-like dormroom window. I shivered under the covers and looked down to see the familiar sight of my bare pecker – I’d fallen asleep after a satisfying wank and forgot to put anything on. Classic.
Yes, it was another normal day as far as I could tell, and taking a look at the clock on my desk across my room, I decided I had enough time for a quickie before class. I closed the window blinds and snuggled deep under the covers, then gingerly touched my limp dick. My hands were still cold, and it sent a shiver up my spine. I breathed on them a few times and rubbed them together for good measure before gripping my tool again.
“Ohhh yeah,” I muttered to myself, sliding my hand up and down a few times.
There was a certain giddy comfort that comes with being hard and warm under the covers on a cold winter day like this. I closed my eyes and settled into a familiar rhythm, not bothering to put on any porn. I worked better with imagination anyway.
Images floated through my mind, one after the other, like a slideshow of my mental spankbank.
First, my economics tutor, Lily. A year older than me, with kind brown eyes and long drooping eyelashes. She always looked a little sleepy, but in a cute way, and when she smiled, her whole face went all beautiful. I imagined how her olive European skin looked, hidden behind those neat, colorful blouses she always wore, and how those soft lips would feel against mine. She was my crush, and I always started off my wanks with her.
The mental slideshow clicked forward. My hand started going faster. My dick was beginning to warm up.
Next, I saw my dance teacher, Selina. (Yes, I joined a ballroom dance class because I thought it’d help me get girls, but it didn’t). I squeezed my eyes shut, and I could almost imagine her breath against my ear as she whispered my name in that sexy Polish accent of hers. I saw her body in my mind’s eye; she was short, but tight and lithe. She had a dancer’s body, and she knew all the perfect ways to sway at the hips and twist at the waist. I wanted to hold her by the small of her back and clutch her hot little body to mine. I wanted her to climb all over me.
My body was beginning to heat up more, and I threw the covers off of me, my hand a blur at my crotch.
The images started going by faster. That Chinese transfer girl with those huge doe eyes and glass skin, what I’d do to ruin her ... and that actress I’d seen on a billboard, those perfect, haughty lips. I imagined how the swollen head of my member would look pressed against them ... And that girl I passed on the street the other day, if I could just bend her over, right there in the street, or over the park bench ... And –
My hand felt like it was on fire, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. I rubbed furiously, feeling myself nearing the edge, and just as I felt it about to erupt, there was a sharp snapping sound, and I felt a searing pain on the shaft of my dick, and I jerked my hand back.
“What the fuck?!” I yelled, my orgasm quickly fading away.
I looked down at my dick and screamed again.
Normally, a failed masturbation session would’ve been alarming in the sense that it just didn’t happen to me, being the masturbation master and all, but this time I was terrified for another reason.
My dick was shining bright blue, like those glowing plants in the Avatar movies, and so was my palm. What the fuck, indeed. Before I began hyperventilating, I gulped and tried touching my junior again, but immediately drew my finger back.
Not just warm. Hot. Like fire-hot.
“WhatTheFuck WhatTheFuck WhatTheFuck WhatTheFuck,” I whisper-shouted to myself.
“You good in there?” called a voice from outside. It was my roommate, Morgan Dimes. He must have heard me scream.
“Y-yeah man, I’m good. Sorry for screaming,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. My glowing dick wobbled as I breathed.
“No problem, I’m gonna head to class now though. You’d better hurry up too, if you don’t want Professor McCallan giving you shit again.”
I looked at the clock and saw that I’d gone way over my allotted morning jack-off time. Just perfect.
Professor McCallan was well known for two things: First, she was one of those professors who treated college like it was still high school, so if I were late again, I’d probably get my grade nuked. Second, she was hot as fuck in a short but stacked kind of way. She always wore flowy dresses that revealed the top part of her ample cleavage, and the pearly pale skin of her top boob had made frequent appearances in my masturbation fantasies. But mainy, she was just a stuck up bitch.
“Okay, stay calm, Mike. Your dick looks like a glowstick. So what? You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, and you can get yourself to class,” I said to myself.
I slid off my bed like an invalid and waddled over to my dresser like I had a bomb hanging from my balls, then I ever-so-slowly pulled on a pair of boxers. I let the waistband softly snap against my stomach, and I froze for a long second, waiting to see if anything would happen. I could still see the soft blue glow through the elastic material, and for a terrifying moment, I thought maybe my dick would burn through it or something. But there was no smoke and no burning. It seemed my neon blue dick was only hot to touch.
I quickly put on my sturdiest, thickest pair of jeans to hide the glow, washed my hands of dick-smell, and got out the door.
If it wasn’t burning my clothes, I could deal with it later, I reasoned. What else is there really to do with a glowing dick? Utterly unheard-of situation, right there. You can’t blame me for immediately wanting to feign normalcy, after all, I was the king of normal.
I jogged into the lecture hall right on time and slid into my usual seat. To my right was Morgan, who was busy copying someone’s homework, and to my left was my other friend, Jason.
“Mornin’,” Jason said.
“What’s up,” I replied, trying to act casual, like I didn’t have a nuclear dick.
I was fidgeting badly, and even though I’d just gotten there, I already wanted to leave and run to the bathroom to check if my dick was okay.
“Dude, are you okay?” Jason asked.
“Yea. Yea totally,” I said, more for myself than anything.
“This dude is NOT okay,” Morgan snickered from beside me, “this dude was screaming his lungs out this morning,”
“Screaming? Why?” Riley asked from behind Jason. Riley was Jason’s new girlfriend, and she’d quickly made a spot for herself in our small friend group.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, “It was nothing. I wasn’t even screaming.”
“Nothing, my ass. You were like ‘What The Fuck!!!’ I’m pretty sure you woke the whole floor up,” Morgan said, still laughing.
“I said it was nothing, man.”
“You should just tell us, lol,” Jason said.
“Yeah, what was it? Why’re you hiding it from us~” Riley teased.
Professor McCallan cleared her throat, and the lecture hall silenced itself, and we all sat up in our seats. I glared at Morgan, and he mouthed back mockingly, ‘tell us’. He could be such an ass sometimes.
I could still feel the dangerous heat my genitals were generating in my pants, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. No way in Hell was I gonna tell these fuckers that my dick started glowing blue while I was masturbating. No way. Especially not to Morgan.
The Professor started her lecture on some stupid economic theory, but I couldn’t even pretend to pay attention. I just wanted to check on my dick, but it’s easier said than done in a full lecture hall. I waited for what felt like forever for an opportune moment to just take a little peek over my waistband, but it didn’t come until nearly the end of class. Eventually, Morgan went to use the bathroom, and it seemed like Jason and Riley were busy whispering about something, so I took the chance. I shifted, pulled forward my waistband, and craned my neck and stuck my hand down.
After a split second, I immediately put my pants back, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. My dick was still blue, but the light was quickly losing its intensity, and most importantly, it didn’t even feel that hot when I poked it with my pinky.
“Thank God. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I muttered to myself.
“Ahem. Mike?” Professor McCallan’s voice rang out.
I was so pooped out from the emotional rollercoaster of my penis issue that I didn’t even realize she was talking to me until I felt everyone’s gaze. I looked up and saw Professor McCallan looking at me strangely.
Oh God, I thought. Did she see me poking my dick in class? Did she see it glow blue?
“Yes...?” I asked hesitantly.
“Please stay after class today. We have something to discuss.”
Just then, Morgan came back from the bathroom and sat down. I spent the rest of class trying not to look guilty, but by the end of it, there was a cold sweat running down my back. Finally, the professor clapped her hands and dismissed the class, and as everyone filed out of the hall, Morgan leaned over and asked, “What the hell did you do when I was gone, dude?”
Before I could even answer, Riley piped up in a stage whisper, “He was checkin’ out his schlong under the table, and the professor saw him.”