Halloween Series 2022

Three Wishes

 “I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.” -The Criminologist, The Rocky Horror Picture Show

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 Parker strolled down the outdoor market, squeezing through the crowds as he browsed the goods the people had to offer. He looked at the carpets, jewelry, and so much local food options he knew he would never be able to try all of it. He came to an old woman selling antiques. Old knives and swords, water skins, jewelry and other items crowded on two tables. A small brass oil lamp caught his eye, and he picked it up seeing his reflection in its polished surface.

“750 Dirham,” said the woman.

Parker shook his head and set it back on the table. He liked small antique items, his study had a shelf lined with small vases and other relics, but he thought the oil lamp wasn’t that old and the price too high.

He moved to the next stall and saw more antiques, but it looked much the same as the last stall. The old man behind the table leaned forward and in a British English whispered.

“Are you looking for something really special?”

“Yes, something really old and interesting.”

“Come, follow me,” said the man leading Parker into the building behind the stalls. They passed a couple of vendors inside the gallery space, then slipped through a door into a small room. One wall was lined with shelves, and Parker saw the man lift a couple of small vases from it.

“These are very old.”

Parker looked at the first and saw it was nearly perfect, then he looked at the second one. It was sealed with what looked like wax and there were nicks in the side. But it spoke of its age, and he felt drawn to pick it over the other.

“How much?”

“500 Dirham.”

“I’ll take it.”

Parker stood at the window of his condo looking out over the city of Atlanta. He was on the thirty-second floor, and it gave him a feeling of success to be able to look over the city. A man who was master of his realm. In the window reflection he saw the housekeeper slip out leaving him alone, and he moved to the dining table where boxes were spread out. Several bore the shipping labels and stamps from being sent from one of cities he had been vacationing. Cairo, Tangier, Madrid, then a week of just relaxation in Ibiza. He opened the box from Cairo, setting each item out to admire. Then he opened the box from Tangier. It was smaller, only containing the small vase. It had been the only thing that really captured his attention. He carefully unwrapped it, then rubbed his finger over the rough dinged surface. He saw it had carvings around it, but they were worn and nicked, but it didn’t matter to him. He could neither read any of the old original languages nor cared. He rotated it looking at the bottom at what he assumed was the artist’s stamp, then he looked at the seal in the top. Why seal such a small vase, he wondered as he ran a finger over its smooth surface.

Why, Parker would never know, but he felt compelled to break the seal. He wanted to know what was in the vase, and he went to his study and took out a letter opener. He stood by his desk, too impatient to even sit and began to gouge out the seal. He pushed into it and twisted the letter opener. He dug out the top quarter of an inch, then another. He held the letter opener in alignment with the vase and pushed it into the seal, straight down. Suddenly air hissed out startling him and he dropped the vase on the floor. A dark mist swirled from the vase and hovered in front of him. It rotated and swirled, twisting in on itself. It darkened to almost black, then it began to glow in the center. At first it was red and small, then it grew, growing brighter as it did. Red to orange, then to yellow.

Parker backed away from it until the sofa along one wall hit the back of his legs and he dropped down on it as he stared at the swirling mist. Then he heard some language, utterances too low and foreign for him to understand.

“What…what are you?” Parker asked.

The mist turned orange and slowed in its movement.

“I am.”

“What?”

“Always and forever, I am.”

“What do you want?”

“To reward you for releasing me.”

“A reward?”

“Three wishes I will grant you.”

Parker almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

“Are you a Jeanie?”

“I am.”

“Okay, okay, three wishes. First, I want great wealth.”

“Granted.”

“Second, I want prestige, to be an important person.”

“Granted.”

“And…”

Parker thought about the first two wishes and considered what it would mean. He had read enough about famous people to know holding on to some sense of privacy was difficult. He didn’t want to be famous, like a movie star or an athlete.

“For my third wish, I want secrecy, an ability to move through our world without notice.”

“Granted. Your first wish will be with your lottery system and the numbers shall be thus.”

Parker saw the mist form one number after the next and he quickly grabbed a pen off the coffee table and jotted them down on the back of a novel he was reading.

“The second wish will be immediate, tied to the belief you are an important person; people just won’t understand how,” said the mist.

“And the third?” asked Parker.

“It’ll come to you once you obtain the other two. Use the numbers on Saturday and Sunday you’ll have your wealth and after it is in your possession, you’ll have your obscurity.”

Then the mist grew dark, shrinking and getting denser. It turned black and swirled faster and faster. It stirred the air of the dining area until papers flew off the table and the curtains flapped wildly. Then it was gone.

The next morning was Friday and Parker went to his job at the bank. All the way there, people nodded and spoke to him as if they knew him. Entering the bank lobby, the security guard rushed to his side.

“How are you this morning Mr. Jameson?”

“I’m good Charlie,” Parker replied as he watched him press the elevator button. “Thanks,” he added as the door slid back. Parker stepped into the cab wondering if he was dreaming this newfound attention. He hadn’t really believed it, not even with the unnatural mist that escaped out of the small vase.

All day, people deferred to him, praised his work, and at the end of the day his boss asked him to do the presentation for the bank’s next acquisition.

On the way home, sensing the attention he was getting, he stopped into his favorite happy hour bar. A little gay bar tucked between a furniture store and an art gallery. The Blue Room was narrow, barely wide enough for the bar on one side with a row of stools and a path along the other wall. In front one four-top table, and in back a sitting area that looked like someone’s living room, if it had mixed matched old furniture and flamboyant lamps, some decidedly bawdy.

Parker entered the dark windowless bar and saw the looks from the patrons already at the bar. He smiled, knowing things truly were different. He strolled to the bar and sat near the center. He was about to order his usual when the bartender sat it down in front of him.

“On the house, Mr. Jameson,” said the bartender.

It wasn’t long, when three guys came in. They looked late twenties or early thirties and professional, all in a jacket, one even wearing a tie. Parker sized them up, not knowing which to pick, and he wondered if he could have all three, almost laughing aloud at the idea of it.

“I know you, I’m sure of it. Have you done any acting?” asked Marc, as he removed his shirt.

“No, no, I’m not an actor,” Parker replied stifling the urge to laugh at how the three guys continued in their attempt to place him. He watched each of them strip. Marc, Bill, and John, the three guys from the bar. He watched the different bodies revealed. Marc with his shorter, muscular, dark skin toned body, with jet black hair and brown eyes that looked black. Bill with his average height and build with reddish brown hair and a playful expression, seeming to always be smiling. Finally, there was John, blonde and blue eyed, someone who should be on a lifeguard stand watching a beach instead of being in an office.

Parker openly stared at the three guys, finally naked and standing before him playfully goosing each other, then kissing and manipulating cocks. It aroused him to watch, to see the three friends who had never had sex together do so now, all to please him. He watched until they were erect, cocks angling up or sticking straight out.

“Okay boys, come undress me and let’s have some fun.”

Buttons were undone, zipper tugged down, lips pressing against exposed flesh, Parker relished every bit of it. Every caress and urgent whisper. He raised one foot then other to let Bill slip his pants off then watched him suck his hardening cock. A hand took his chin and turned his head until Marc was kissing him. He felt John against his back, hard cock pressed into his ass and lips on the back of his neck. He grew hard filling Bill’s mouth and worked his hips back and forth, pushing deep into Bill’s mouth, then back, squeezing John’s cock between them.

Parker pulled back from Marc.

“I want to see Bill fuck you.”

Marc smiled, then moved to the bed laying on his back. Bill moved between his legs as Parker came to the side of the bed to watch. With John toying with his cock, Parker watched Bill sink into Marc’s ass. Slowly, inch after inch of thick curved cock disappeared in that smooth dark ass. Marc cried out clutching the bed, then he threw his head back.

“Fuck…fuck me,” Marc uttered.

Parker watched how Bill moved. Full deep penetrating thrusts, swinging his hips with a steady rhythm. But it wasn’t enough to just watch, and he moved behind Bill and put a hand on his back to have him hold still, cock buried in Marc. He put his cock to Bill’s opening, rubbed up and down until it was wet with his slick, then he pushed against its tightness.

“Let me in. You know you want it,” Parker uttered and felt Bill push back.

Parker squeezed his cock into Bill’s tightness, inch after inch, until pressed against the firm around ass.

“Fuck him,” Parker whispered as he pulled back until nearly slipping free.

Bill tugged outward, pushing his ass back on Parker’s cock, then he pushed forward sinking back into Marc. Over and over, he worked his body between Marc and Parker until in a steady fuck.

Parker watched his cock sink into Bill as moans and grunts came from them. Then he felt John against his back.

“Let me fuck you…please,” uttered John.

“Yeah, do it,” Parker replied.

John pushed Parker to bend over Bill and before he knew it, John was sinking into his ass. Slowly, stretching him open, John pushed into his body until pressed against his back. John pulled Parker up, holding him tight around the neck as he began to fuck. Parker felt the strength of every push inward, the thick cock borrowing into his depths.

Bill moved between Marc and Parker as John hammered Parker’s ass. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and grunts and profane utterances. The room grew hot, almost steamy as the four of them began to sweat, every contact between them hot, wet, slick.

Bill came first, crying out as he shuddered and jerked, jamming cock into Marc with each ejaculation. It was too much for Parker, the way Bill moved with his cock buried inside him, and he leaned back against John, pushing out at the hips and shuddered with his own release. John nipped his shoulder, then tugged on the left earlobe and Parker felt how John was thrusting harder and rougher into his ass. John cried out, shuddering against his back while filling his hole with cum.

They pulled apart and Parker and John watched Bill straddle Marc and ride his cock. Up and down, skin glistening wetly with sweat, Bill moved with an urgency, a need for Marc. Marc cried out, shoved upward and shivered as he filled Bill with cum.

Saturday afternoon, sated beyond description, the three boys having only left just before noon, Parker strolled down Broadway seeing the nods and smiles of those he passed. He stepped into the little convenience store on the corner and pulled out the numbers for the lottery. He knew the winning amount was huge, nearly a billion dollars, and he filled out a lottery slip and paid for it to be loaded into the system. Then he headed up the street to his favorite bar for an afternoon cocktail. Afterward he might call one of his friends for dinner, or maybe he would pick up someone at the bar and take them back to his place. He smiled at his options; confident nothing was out of reach.

Sunday morning arrived bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Parker rolled over and saw his friend Nathan lay next to him with cum dried on his chest. He chuckled at how he had done both, called a friend and brought someone back to his place. They just happen to be the same person. He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. As he relieved himself, he thought how Nathan had sucked his cock, then rolled over begging to be fucked. The memory of entering Nathan and fucking him as hard as he could while Nathan begged for it made his cock flex in his hand. Maybe, Nathan would be one to revisit, someone to keep close by. Or maybe, there would be so many others, he wouldn’t have to limit himself.

In the kitchen, he pulled up the website and saw his numbers were the winning numbers. He was a millionaire. He laughed aloud, boisterously, until tears came to his eyes.

Over the next week, Parker coordinated with an accountant and attorney, and the following week he went to claim his prize. Holding the large cardboard check, he smiled at the camera with the realization two wishes had been fulfilled. Only the last was left, and he knew it was to happen once he had the money in his possession.

On the way home from the bank, the final stop in getting the money put away, he pulled up his phone. He thumbed through the names of guys wondering who he would invite over. He came to Nathan’s name and remembered how good the sex was between them. He was feeling generous, and something familiar seemed just the ticket.

Nathan stood at the foot of Parker’s bed naked. Dirty blonde hair cut short with a goatee, Nathan looked more masculine than most of the guys Parker brought home. A mat of chest hair and a trail of hair down the stomach leading to a long, curved cock. Nathan had a tanned skin tone and a cock and sac darker in tone. And he had hairy legs that tickled Parker’s legs as they moved against each other.

Parker pushed Nathan on the bed, crawled over him until his cock was against the firm lips. A smile, then the touch of the tongue and Parker shivered from it. The lips parted and Parker pushed into the mouth and worked his hips back and forth, fucking it. He fucked until so hard he thought he would come, then he pulled out. He moved back until he felt that long cock underneath him, and he worked his ass back and forth over it until Nathan was pushing upward.

“Fuck, Parker, stop teasing me,” Nathan uttered.

Parker held Nathan up and eased down until fully seated. Then he fucked himself on that long cock. Up, down, over and over, until his skin grew wet, glistening in the dim light. He was breathing hard and felt the exertion in his muscles, but he didn’t slow. He rode Nathan until fingers dug into his thighs, and he leaned back, working his ass faster and faster, slamming it down on Nathan’s cock. He came, cock spurting cum over his chest and stomach, then the hands on his thighs pushed him down all the way and he could feel Nathan shuddering and jerking beneath him with his own release.

They showered, and fucked until exhausted, then Nathan crawled into bed next to Parker and they drifted off to sleep, Parker feeling like he owned the world.

Parker woke first and he felt nausea, like he could throw up. He eased up and looked over at Nathan sound asleep, then out the window at the slow drizzling rain hitting it. Then he realized something was wrong with him. He looked down and saw only the bed. He held out his arms and saw nothing but the bed and room beyond.

“Shit,” Parker uttered, and Nathan stirred, then fell back asleep.

Parker climbed out of bed and rushed to the mirror on his closet door and saw nothing but the room behind him. He gasped, struggling to breathe. He rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. He was frantic, trying to figure out what to do. He had no idea what to do other than get Nathan out of his condo. He eased out of the bathroom and went to his study. He wrote a note about having to run out and to let himself out. Then he laid down on the sofa trying to figure out if he could call that mist back. He had to undo his last wish. Otherwise, his life was ruined.

Two Months Later

Nathan entered the bar on the corner of Broadway and Eighth Avenue looking for his two friends. They were on the far side of the bar, Tom looking up at a television and Jason waving to get his attention. He moved around the bar and took the stool to Jason’s left.

“Hey, how was work?” asked Jason.

“The same ole shit, different day,” Nathan joked, then waved the bartender to come over.

“Hey, have you seen Parker? He hasn’t been on social media and rarely responds to my text messages,” asked Jason.

“No, not since the day we slept together back in October.”

“It’s strange. He won all that damn money and then just disappeared. It’s crazy. He claimed he went overseas to travel, but there were no posts from him showing his travels, nothing.”

“You guys talking about Parker,” asked Tom.

"Yeah, have you seen him?” asked Nathan.

“No, not since he won that money.”

“That is what I said,” added Jason. “You think there is something wrong with him?”

“Well, after the way he refused to return my calls and text messages after I thought we were…getting along, I’m having a hard time caring,” said Nathan.

“Yeah, I get it, and it does suck he has just dropped us,” said Tom.

“Well, forget him. He’ll come back to us when he is ready,” said Jason.