The Wish

Arthur

Arthur looked uneasy as he waited for his dad and sister to enter his room. After almost 5 years of lying to others and, mostly to himself, he had finally decided to come out. It wasn't an easy decision though. The thought of losing the most important ones in his life terrified him, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. He needed everyone to know who he really was. He was tired of looking down immediately in shame after seeing a cute twink, inventing fake stories about being with girls to his buddies, or having to agree to homophobic comments to not look suspicious. But, with his 19th birthday just around the corner, and him leaving for university far away from his hometown soon, if everything went downhill, he'd be able to flee and live truly free. That was far from what he wanted, of course. But, it was comforting to know that there was a way out.

He heard the sound of two distinct footsteps coming up the stairs in his direction. He tried hard to control his breathing in order to be less anxious, but it was futile, as the moment he dreaded since he was a teen was closer and closer to becoming reality.

-Is Everything ok, Art? - Anna asked with a smile on her face, opening the door and poking her head inside. 

-Sit down, please. I need to tell you something.

With one confused look and a graceful spin, she sat on the bed next to her brother. Arthur looked at the door just as his father was entering the room, and he thought he'd call it quits. He realized that he couldn't live without his dad, the one who raised him, who was his hero. They had such an unbreakable bond, and now that the moment was as near as ever, he deeply regretted calling them. Because he knew his father wouldn't take it well. 

James had been a single dad for so long, that Arthur didn't even remember his mom. From what he had been told, they had the perfect marriage, but when he had barely completed 2 years and Anna 5, she ran away with one of her female coworkers, and disappeared. James was devastated, and his loneliness, grief and sadness quickly turned into anger and homophobia. He blamed her, himself, the world, and gays, but especially the latter. Every time the topic was brought up, he’d loudly discuss how they were sinners, abominations, and sociopaths. 

Arthur usually held his gaze down, and silently waited for the end of his father’s outbursts. The worst part is that he understood his dad. It wasn’t fair that the love of your life would leave in the middle of your life with another, but it also wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t his fault that he was attracted to the same gender, after all!

As James made his way through his son’s room, Arthur started to reconsider if it was a good idea. What if his father was so angry he kicked him out? What if he never spoke to him again? Anna might reach out, but would she treat him differently? 

He started to hyperventilate, but tried some breathing patterns and they worked this time. With a now clear mind, he understood that it had to be done. If it wasn’t now, it would be in some years when his dad started wondering why he hadn’t dated any girls whatsoever.

He watched his dad, as he sat still on the chair in front of the bed, crossed his arms, and gave a quick smile looking at his son.

-Is everything ok? You said you had to confess something.

Arthur took a deep breath, and started the speech he had prepared and memorized after so many years waiting for an opportunity. He couldn’t believe it was now, but he tried to remain calm. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in the end.

-I’m…attracted to other men. Before you say anything, let me clarify. I have always been like this, even when I was a child I had crushes on boys. It isn’t my choice, I was born like this. But that is just a small part of me, I'm still the guy I've always been. I don’t expect you to support me, just to try and understand. That 's all. 

It was done. Arthur looked down, not daring to face his father. He was quite proud of himself. He was kind of relieved. The outburst he thought would happen, didn’t.

But then, the relief turned into tension as he noticed that no one said anything, in an uncomfortable silence. The stress that revolved the room made Arthur start to panic. He knew what was coming next.

James stood up from his chair, and Arthur finally had the courage to face his father. He had never seen his father so angry. His face was turning red and there were tears fighting to escape his eyes. He looked hurt and irate.

-How could you?! Or better, how dare you? You know how much your mother destroyed us by having that same choice?!

-But it isn’t…

-Of course it fucking is! Why couldn’t you just be normal, why you had to be a faggot????? You’re as disgusting as the abomination your mother was. You are not my son anymore.

James turned so his children wouldn’t see tears running through his cheeks. He left the room almost running, almost desperate to get out of that room.

Anna hugged Arthur, who was already sobbing as he’d never before. She probably said some comforting words, like she accepted him, and that it was going to be ok, but he didn’t hear them. Her words were merely echoes that were so far he couldn't comprehend them. Why would he believe in any of her nonsense if his world was shattered into a million pieces? His hero was gone, his savior, guardian and friend was lost possibly forever because of who he was. It is easy to accept rejection when you are only making plans, but when it happens, you forget everything, and just wanna end the pain.

A few hours later, while in bed trying to sleep, Arthur rubbed his now humid cheeks and cursed himself for believing his father would understand and accept him. He’d been so naive! Now everything was pain.

His last thought before drifting to sleep was:

"-I don't understand why my dad won't accept me! It's not like I chose to be gay. I wish he could be gay  just for one day to see what I go through..."

He’d convince himself later that he didn’t mean it, but actually he did. He wanted his father to suffer as much as he did. He now wonders if he’d still wish it if he knew it would actually happen.

2 - James

He was almost running to his room, where he thought he’d be safe from the world. The locks would keep him inside, and the world couldn’t break into his little bubble of ignorance. It was always like this - when Amelia (his wife) left, he spent all his days crying uncontrollably under the blankets, but after a week he convinced himself to be strong to support his children. They kept him sane because they were a part of the love of his life. 

And now they were responsible for even more pain. He hated Arthur because he had to destroy the little happiness he had achieved. He hated him because of how much he looked like his mother, his glowing blue eyes, his yellowish brown hair, his smile, and now even her sins were his.

He immediately felt remorse for having such thoughts, but his own son had betrayed him! How could he hate and love someone so much? It didn’t make sense, but he did. He wanted to comfort and kill Arthur at the same time. James wanted to keep him in his arms just like when he was little, and hug him until he stopped crying. But he also wanted him to be gone, just like his mother had, when she scared him a long time ago.

Those ambiguous thoughts, as distinctive from each other as black is from white, kept him up for hours replaying the earlier moments endlessly. Until a mist of dense fog came through the window and revolved around him. He tried to breathe, but he just couldn’t. It felt like it was changing him. From inside. He felt like Dr. Jekyll, starting to become things that were rooted deep within. He just couldn’t notice them before. With this last thought, everything went black.

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He opened his eyes, several hours later, when the first rays of sunlight started to crack through his curtains. His back was aching, probably a result of sleeping on the floor. But why wasn’t he on the bed anyway? Then he remembered.  The realization hit him like a train, and all he wanted was to go back to that moment of peaceful ignorance, even though it was impossible.

Grunting, he stood up and started to walk towards the kitchen where the children were. He took a deep breath, and entered the small space. Arthur stopped eating his cereal and looked at him terrified, while he just kept his gaze down and begrudgingly said “Good morning”, in a tone harsher than he was hoping for. He grabbed some fruit and left the house, not even bothering to say bye. 

Now in his car, James started to drive to work, hoping to calm his nerves before arriving. He saw the upstairs neighbor walking his dog, and his spirits immediately raised up. He never had noticed how handsome he was: his short dark hair, his green glowing eyes, his big muscles and incredible bubble butt combined to make him look so adorable. James wondered how it would feel to have that body restraining him from above, to feel those lips against his. How it would feel…

James stopped in horror as he realized what he just had thought. He wasn’t gay! Why did the neighbor turn him on so much? He felt so guilty, and dirty for thinking such a thing. He convinced himself that he didn’t really think that. He was just jealous of the other’s physic. That 's all. He also had to make an extra effort to explain the bulge that kept growing in his pants, even though his object of desire was now very far away.

When he arrived at the office he went immediately to his desk. He looked down at all times to avoid lusting after his male coworkers. James didn’t want to admit his attraction, he couldn’t even comprehend those thoughts. He had always liked women. Why would it change today? 

When he was a teenager in the 90’s, at the beginning of the internet, he would watch porn on his parents’ computer and barely notice the guy drilling his dick into the actress. His whole attention was on that feminine body, it was that muse that made him get off. So it absolutely didn’t make sense. Why would he be lusting after a gender he had no interest in before? If being gay was a choice, wouldn’t he have the self control to stop the thinking? But every time he thought of another guy’s penis, his own started to get rock hard. 

James controlled himself and started to work on the project he’d been delaying for a week. Maybe this would get his mind out of his “problem”. He had barely started, when he received an email from his boss, Josh, which asked him to go to his office immediately.

When James arrived at his boss’ room, he saw a blond 40 year-old muscular man sitting behind a desk with his hairy arms crossed looking at him. He had a stern look on his face.

- Would you like to take a seat? - He said, gesturing to the chair opposite to him.

James obliged, but started to worry about what was going to happen.

- You didn’t finish your last project. Your coworkers were waiting for your part, and couldn’t move on without it. We lost hours of productivity because of you! - The boss said, getting angrier by the minute.

- I’m so sorry. I swear it won’t happen again.

- I know it won’t. But I still need to write you up.

James started to panic - this was his third write up this year. That meant termination. How would he survive?

- Please, don’t! I swear I’ll be a better employee. If I get written up, I’ll get fired!

- Look, I’m really sorry for that. But you gotta understand that actions have consequences.

Now he was really panicking. His vision was getting blurry, and he was so ashamed he wanted to sink to the ground. He had to try one last act of desperation.

- I’ll do anything!

Josh stopped shouting, and his face returned to its natural color. He had a grin on his face, and looked thoughtful.

- Anything?

- Yes - James said in a tone almost above a whisper. He was pushed back by the expression of his boss.

- You know? - Josh said - I’ve always lusted about you. Just looking at you makes me horny. So, here’s the deal: If you fuck my ass right now,  I won’t report you to Corporate. Simple as that.

James was shocked at the sudden change of behavior of his boss. His immediate reaction was to shout obscenities at Josh, calling him all sorts of names. The chief just kept grinning, while walking towards James, who was already on his feet trying to get to the room’s exit.

Josh pushed James against the wall, and held his subordinate's neck with his elbow. Their mouths were only centimeters apart, and the lust in the air was palpable.

- You scream you don’t want it. Your mind doesn’t, but your body is desperate for it.

To prove his point, Josh took his other hand and pressed slightly on James' crotch. His dick, which was already hard, started throbbing, and James moaned softly. He knew he needed more. 

- Now, tell me: Do you want to have sex with another man?

James, not even bothering to answer, closed the gap between their lips, and kissed Josh, while lifting his hands to cup his boss’ face. It wasn’t just a quick peck- It was desperate, it was savage, almost as if James wanted to devour his boss. He started to go down, to bless his bosses neck with kisses, licks, and hickeys, while Josh moaned with every touch. 

Still kissing, they both started to strip, one piece at a time. When they had to take off their shirts, they briefly stopped to get half naked and then quickly ran back to the other’s embrace.  They were no longer boss-employee, they were now lovers desperate for their companion’s body. And they wanted it to last.

Now finally freed of their clothes,  Josh sat on the table while James watched in awe at the other’s incredible body. He had muscles, and more muscles - a perfect specimen of masculinity. His torso was filled with hair in every inch, in a brown/gold color.

Josh took out  a bottle of lube from his drawer, which he kept for special occasions like this, and started to loosen up his hairy hole, while James watched astonished. He lubed his fingers, and pushed two in, while letting out a loud sigh. He kept doing in-out movements, and eventually added a third to the group.

James, who hadn’t even noticed he was already stroking his large 17cm cock, was getting even more lustful, by watching his boss caress his own hole. He wanted to fuck Josh so much, that he couldn’t bare. He moved closer and took the bottle of lube from the desk, and started to pour in his dick the gooey cold liquid. 

Josh had already taken his fingers out and leaned in for a kiss. James started to kiss him with the same intensity as before, except this time he had to devote some attention to line up his cock with his lover’s crack. When he did, he slowly pushed in, passing though the ring with difficulty, and then entering fully.

Josh moaned loudly into James' mouth. The pain that the girthy dick caused was quickly replaced by pleasure, as the in-out movements pressed his prostate over and over again, sending him over the edge. After several minutes of intense Pounding, James slowed down, as he didn’t want to cum too soon. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was doing something wrong, but James ignored it. He’d deal with guilt later.

He started softly biting Josh’s ear, who had started to grab James’ asscheecks. They kept exploring each other's bodies with their hands and mouths, as James started to pick up the pace again.

Josh screamed as if his asshole was on fire - it definitely felt like it was. The pain from being stretched combined with the pleasure of having his pulsing prostate scratched, pounded and pushed, and Josh finally cummed.

He sighed loudly as thick ropes of his cum started to blast from his rock hard penis. He kept cumming and cumming, to levels he thought he was unable to ever think of achieving. Josh convulsed with every squirt, as they fell into his hairy chest, and he just layed there, completely destroyed but in bliss. Even though James had never fucked a guy before, he certainly knew how to pleasure one.

Meanwhile, James kept drilling Josh’s hole like there was no tomorrow. He was desperate for relief, and the tightening that happened every time Josh squirted just brought him closer to his goal.

With a final thrust and an animal-like roar, James cummed deep in Josh’s ass. Like his boss, he’d never experience such a powerful orgasm like this one. Amelia had never let James fuck her ass, and he knew instantly that an ass was definitely better than a pussy. 

As they both cummed, Josh brought James face closer to himself, and kissed him deeply. They tightened their embrace, and wished they could stay like this - intertwined, naked, and with the putrid smell of cum - forever. They finished, and just kept holding their lips together, breathing hard into the other’s mouth. James dick started to shrink inside Josh’s hole, but he didn’t even bother taking it out. He’d maintain this moment for as long as he could.

But as the lust faded away, and post-nut clarity took its place, James started to realize in horror what had just happened. He pushed Josh away and started to back out immediately. He pulled his pants up and started looking for his shirt.

- Everything ok there, James? You look a little…

- What have you done? I’m not gay! 

- Look, man, I…

- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just..

James left the room shocked, and embarrassed. What the hell had he done?  He couldn’t believe it, had he really fucked his boss? James felt so dirty and disgusting. He had become what he feared most, a fag, a bitch. He was just like his disappointment of a son.

Wait! Was there a relation to Arthur coming out and James becoming gay? Was his son’s sinful influence, or was it just coincidence? No, the events were way too close for it to be. There was also that dense mist that came out of his window that day. It must be that! He remembered clearly how different it felt, how different HE felt as the cloud of smoke changed him. It must be some kind of curse, or punishment for never having noticed the signs in Arthur and made him straight a long time ago. If this really was magic, James knew exactly where to go…

James took his things and rapidly exited the building. He ignored the secretary as she called his name, and ignored his pendent work. James knew he’d get in trouble, but he’d deal with it later - Answers were way more important. 

He started his car, and started driving to the poorest side of the town. After twenty minutes of anxiety, he finally stopped by the old, falling apart apothecary 

James had never really believed in the weird old man who called himself a “shaman” and claimed to be a master in the magical and spiritual world. James thought he was a scammer, and these kinds of stuff didn’t actually exist. But he didn’t really have a choice - If he was really cursed, the so-called shaman could actually be his only hope of going back to normal.

So he swallowed his pride,  pushed the beaded curtain at the door away, and entered the pharmacy, into a small room. It looked abandoned, with spider webs all over the counter. He had just entered the second room, when he started hearing moans and screams of pleasure from 2 different masculine voices. “Are they fucking in there?” he thought horrified. James wanted to go away, to be away from those sinful people - he didn’t want to lose control again. But it seems like his body had a mind of its own- His dick started to get hard in his pants, and his legs slowly started to walk towards the direction of all those lustful noises. And at that moment James realized that he didn’t feel guilty anymore for his attraction. All he wanted was to feel the same level of pleasure he felt fucking Josh, the same level of pleasure the strangers in the other room were feeling - judging by their moans and screams. Now, only a few steps away, James took a deep breath, and entered the room.

Continues…

(Hey! Thank you so much for reading! This is actually my first story ever, so I would really appreciate some feedback. Positive, negative - Anything will help me improve my writing. You can write a comment below or just send an email to ([email protected]). I'll post the last part of this story in a few weeks. Hope you have an awesome week :D)