Gynothrope

By Maxwell Avoi

When Deke went to live with Joe in his junior year of college, he had no idea that he was about to find out that magic was real. That it was contagious. That it could trans form him. That it could be so incredibly...arousing.

“Gynothrope” is erotica that is not meant for those under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maxwell Avoi
• Release date: Jul 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476357027

Maxwell Avoi

Maxwell is an irregular contributor at Fictionmania, and has recently started down the road of independent ebook publishing. He has held several jobs in his life, including DJ, night security guard, front desk worker at a college dorm, and clerk at several gas stations. Only one of those jobs is at all related to writing erotica for Internet sales.Maxwell can be reached at [e-mail]

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Gynothrope

By Maxwell Avoi

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Copyright 2012 by Maxwell Avoi

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I was twenty when I found out that magic existed. I hadn’t suspected anything like that for the first two years of college; I’d had a normal run, keeping my head down and doing my best to stay awake for classes and tests after late-night parties.

At Southern Kyle University, we were required to live on campus for the first two years. It was something to do with making sure that we were as socialized as possible but by the time my junior year rolled around I needed a place with fewer distractions the the dorms. I started shopping around for off-campus housing almost as soon as summer started and by the time August rolled around I was starting to despair.

It wasn’t so much that there weren’t places available as that others had beaten me to them. There were people looking for roommates but I honestly wasn’t sure if I could survive a year with some of the clowns I met along the way. Three days before classes started, I found myself looking at a smallish house on the outskirts of town. Concepts like large and close to campus had died early in the summer, and I was down to minimal water damage and was not currently on fire. This place fit both of those criteria. I went up and knocked, clutching the roommate-wanted ad that I’d found in the paper.

The door opened to reveal a normal-looking guy. There was nothing memorable about his face or his clothes, and he was average height and weight. Any spy would have killed to have his bland features and hair-colored hair. He said, Can I help you?

Uh, Joe Steadman? Hi, I’m Deke Siegal. I’m here about the room?

He blinked. I thought that I’d caught him while he was sleeping or something; later I learned that Joe always seemed to be half-awake. Oh, yeah. Yeah, c’mon in.

Joe showed me around the place, which took a good two minutes. It was small but it was clean and the structure looked to be in good shape. The empty room was actually the larger of the two but he claimed to prefer the one that he had.

I’ve really only got one condition besides the non-smoking thing, he said. If my door’s closed, it’s closed, okay? Just don’t even knock. It’s a migraine thing.

Oh, fair enough. I mean you’re not cooking meth in there or anything are you? I said with a nervous laugh.

Nah, nothing like that. He quoted me a price that seemed pretty low and I immediately accepted. At that point I would have been fine with a meth dealer, or whatever he was up to in there. I told him that I could be ready to move in the next day and he said that was fine. He handed me a key and I was ready to go.

Moving in was simple; Joe even offered to help out, so I didn’t have to worry about how I was going to get the heavy stuff in. I was quickly settled and ready for school.

I soon learned that I’d found the perfect setup. Joe was just as bland and quiet in is habits as he was in his appearance and there were times that I thought that he’d gone out only to find that he was sitting in his room reading or studying. He did go out at least a couple of times a week, but he never said where he went or invited me along. I was fine with that; I hadn't signed up for a best friend.

It was the second week of school that I came home and found his door closed for the first time. I steered clear of it, trying not to make any big noises. I’d only had migraines a couple of times, but I knew that noise could aggravate the hell out of the pain. I thought I heard a moan from the other side of the door but I respected his wishes and didn’t knock.

Life settled into a comfortable groove for a while and stayed that way until my phone rang late