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He disappeared and came back with two shot glasses filled with clear liquid. He grilled me: "Welcome to the building, then looks forward to a beautiful relationship!" His words surprised me, I'd never heard a guy say he wanted a "relationship" with me. I shrugged and drank the shot. He had a slightly sweet taste, it was pretty good. I thanked him and went back to my apartment. This was the beginning of Phase 1 The liquid he drank was Phentermine, an appetite suppressant with an unusual side effects: impotence. Just my little glass of water had in it. Amy came to six hours. She brought food they said the day had to cook. I was not hungry right away, so I fixed us a couple of martini. We sat on the couch and drank and talked and kissed and caressed. Amy was a beautiful young girl, slender, 34-B breasts. I had my hand under his shirt feeling her breasts through her bra. That's when my "problem" started. I noticed that I was not always "excited" - Amy noticed, too. "Something's wrong, honey?" She asked as his hand pressed against my crotch, and my usual erection was not there. "Ah ... no, I do not know," all I could say. We decided to eat dinner. She had gone to all this trouble, and now, sitting at the table, I thought I better force myself to eat. After four swallows of food, I excused myself and went into the bathroom and threw up. Amy told me that I was sick and she needs to store food and went home. She told me to go to bed. My roommate came home from work. He moved his business into the day before because he had to work today. His name was Greg, we worked together and decided we could afford a better place if we have our money together and lived together. It was a good guy. I did not feel sick, so I went with Greg to the pool. Peter was there and I took them. I sat next to Peter, while Greg swam. "What happened with your date I thought Amy did eat?" Pierre requested. "I do not know ... I did not felt good ... they went to the house ..." He smiled that sweet smile of his and said: "It's a shame ..." We started talking and he mentioned some pills he took power ... how they worked for him. I told him that I try them. We went to his apartment and he gave me a small bottle. There were not many pills in it. "Take one in the morning ... let me know if you are short." We sat and talked for about two hours. It was a fascinating guy, and he has to pull me. I'm normally a pretty quiet guy. I started to like it. "Lift weights?" He asked. "No ... I've never really practiced a lot," I said, my beer belly deliberately light. "I think it shows." We laughed, then he showed me some of the representatives made it with the weights. I had slept on the bench and he was discovered "me while I was busy agents." I struggle at first, but he shifted the weight and I was able to lift more easily. I liked it. The next day came and went. I will not bore you with all the details, but Amy was three days and I could not "play" for them. She was frustrated and angry with me. One evening she said in a tone that bad, "you might be to prefer Peter. Do you have a hard on when you with him?" I blushed deep red and said, "Of course not!" I knew something was wrong. I was more irritable at work, and customers were complaining about me. The manager told me that when he heard more complaints, he had let me go. I went to Pierre every day of the year. It was very addictive. I did 50 sit-ups a day and then work out with weights. My beer belly began to disappear much, and my chest began developing a "definition" as he called it, and it was a good way to work before the sexual tension I did not feel "making off" for about a week. My birthday was Friday. Peter came into the store and said he wanted to buy me a dinner to celebrate. Since neither Amy or Greg mentioned something to me about a party or even acknowledged my birthday. I agree with Peter and picked me up after work. Peter and I had a fantastic time. For some reason I could eat, and we feasted on crab legs and filet mignon. I was hungry. I had never eaten so much before. When we got home, I say good night and Peter was in my apartment. The lights were dim, I heard music. Then I thought I heard a noise coming from the chamber Greg. When I went to investigate, I saw Amy Grant on the coffee table. Something is wrong here, I thought. I listened at the door of his room while I burst into the room. They were naked and Amy was about Greg, it was Greg Hahn slides up and down. I was stunned and angry. I screamed at her and stormed out of the room. I knocked on the door of Peter. I poured my heart to him for the next hour. Phase 2 was the most difficult part of the plan. It required a planning expert and temporal precision. An error here and the whole operation would be ruined. I had favor with both Greg and Amy. He liked my company, but Amy did not trust me. When Greg saw new physics from Johnny, he asked what I could do for him. I gave her some pills and said a few years ago, he could try. The pills I gave him was a form of Viagra. I conspired with the two of them with a surprise birthday dinner for Harry. I had watched Greg and Amy when they were traded together. Greg's eyes screaming with lust and desire every time she was there. She was very flirtatious with him. It was a natural choice. Before I met Johnny that night, I called Greg and told Johnny to work overtime, it would not be home until ten. I told him he should just go ahead and eat, and Amy, and she can drink champagne and I had bought. After I let nature take its course. I calculated that after taking Viagra for a few days, Greg would be horny as a goat. If he had not won him Amy could have taken by force. But it was not too much sex, so I think not, he would come to this question. The only other problem was what would happen if they compared notes and found that Harry had no overtime, I thought the topic would not come to work. Greg and Johnny worked different shifts and seldom saw, and now they would not even be the conditions for expression. At dinner that evening, I poured some liquid Viagra Wine Johnny. I had diet pills two days earlier, so that Viagra would have taken the desired effect, I have not been disappointed. Peter sat on the couch next to me, I fought my tears. It was very reassuring and supportive. He put his arm around me and stroked my back and shoulders. I am grateful to have a good friend. "I have a gift for you," he said, handing me a small box. I tore and I found a couple of Navy Blue gym shorts and a jockstrap. "Now you will be well dressed, to lift weights ... go ahead and try it," he said. I was a little embarrassed, but I went into the bathroom and pulled my clothes. I had not worn a jock since gym class in school, I had to find a way to wear it. Then I slipped into his pants, they were very short, yes, maybe mid-thigh. I left thinking my shirt I wanted to lift a few weights. I blushed as I Peter, looked at my outfit. He had a grin on his face. "You look great," he said. "Go, I'll be watching you." Videos Porno