I Cream for Genie

A little about me...

I was a recently eighteen, short-for-my-age, slightly chubby, nerdy-looking, virgin boy when all this happened to me...

Anyhow, I'd always known that I was straight. I jacked off all the time thinking about wet, pink pussies and wonderful, soft, titties since I'd been in my early teens. On my worst days I cracked off five, maybe six, big loads of cum throughout a day. I just couldn't seem to leave my dick alone. I was so fucking horny all the time and I had, what someone might call, a hair-trigger back then. It would only ever take me a few short minutes to pop one and after I did, only a few minutes more before I could do it again. I was making sticky clean up socks like no tomorrow.

Things changed drastically, however, one strange night in early July of 1988. It was just a week after my birthday and I was still living with my parents, of course.

I was not afraid... at all

I was sleeping on my back when I woke up suddenly. I was in my blue flannel pajamas from head to toe and had on short white socks. This wasn't my bed or even my bedroom but for some reason I didn't care and I wasn't afraid.

A soft green glow off to my left that was probably coming from some sort of night-light gave the proceedings an eerie, but safe and pleasing, almost dream-like, glow.

I immediately noted the large, tattooed, muscled man with a shaved head, standing at the side of the bed. I should have been scared out of my wits, or at least startled, but honestly, I wasn't. He reminded me of the Mr Clean mascot or a fairy-tale genie as he looked down at me with hungry eyes. I really can't explain it, but I was extremely calm and very relaxed as he took the blanket and removed it from my body.

The genie-guy gently got on the bed at my side and with his large hand he unsnapped each of the buttons on my PJ top. I was getting nervous, but wasn't afraid and for some odd reason, I had no desire to try and stop him. When he had them all undone, he opened the shirt and rubbed his large warm hand all over my bare chest and smooth chubby belly.

My mind was telling me this was wrong, but again, I felt no desire to stop it. My dick however had other ideas and it quickly became hard in my pants as he massaged my smooth chest and nipples gently and with care.

I instantly and instinctively understood in my own head that this giant-of-a-man wasn't going to hurt me. His face came down to my left nipple and his lips sucked on it gently as his hand pressed down and drove deep into my PJ bottoms (and my underpants). He took hold of my meaty (but only) six inches and played with it while his tongue circled my nipple. My legs and feet began to move on the bed as I was feeling things I'd never felt before. He held my balls in his huge hand and rubbed on them before he removed his hand and took a long sniff of it letting out a pleasing hum.

He then shifted positions on the bed and was between my feet and legs. He held up each of my small feet and removed my socks, rubbing and sniffing each bare foot. He then licked between my toes with his long wet tongue and I felt a strong zing of sexual pleasure race through my entire body as he did.

When he removed my socks, I knew that he was going to remove the rest of my clothes and for a split second I was scared and horrified, but it went away so quickly. It was like I wanted to be afraid, but I just couldn't be.

Then he took the sides of my pajamas and pulled then down and off me. He lowered his warm face to my underpants and rubbed his face on them and the hardness inside them. I knew then, that I was going to get my very first blow-job... from a guy, but again I was feeling safe and in exploratory mode. I mean lets find out what this feels like, right?

He lovingly licked all over my inner thighs which drove me wild and even sucked my hardness still inside my underpants before eventually removing them from me and feasting his eyes on my dick. I was nervous at first, but then very glad that he was so pleased with it. It was just six inches and circumcised and perfectly straight, surrounded by a neatly trimmed down bush of light brown hairs/fur. He sniffed it and kissed the wet tip of it before wolfing down on it and taking it all in his mouth in one swoop!

Oh my God! It was the greatest feeling ever! I wanted it to last forever. My whole body was tingling under his sexual simulations.

Don't ever stop... please!

Genie-guy had just sucked my entire cock into his lips when I felt my breeder-juices racing up, I panted and placed my hands on his head, quickly and instinctively, as I gasped and grunted and... fucking came. My small cock did what it was destined to do and it unloaded. It went off hard and it pulsed and flexed between his lips and I shot off fourteen large squirts of cum into his gently sucking mouth. I told you I was quick, remember?

As the moment waned, I let go of him and he swallowed the massive mouthful of fresh sperm I'd just deposited in him with a loud gulp and a pleasing hum. "Mm, thank you, Chip."

How did he know my name? I had no desire to talk and didn't say anything back... and I didn't.

Surprisingly, he then lowered his mouth back onto it... again! He gave me thee most wonderful, tongue licking, ball massaging, hand pumping, slow teasing, blow-job. This was my first real head-job and it was awesomely amazing and astounding and just totally fucking unbelievable. I had no desire to stop him and I only wanted more and more of it. I wanted all of time and eternity to stop, right then, and stand still, so he could do this to me, forever.

His tongue was doing things to me that I didn't even think were possible. In just a few minutes I was leaking pre-cum and he was happily licking and swallowing all he could get from me. He'd jack me a little, then suck me with just his mouth, then play with my sack and kiss my balls before returning to my dick for another large drop of pre-cum. He teased my cock like this, over and over, and it felt so great.

Then, just five whole minutes after I'd shot my wad that first time, I felt more on the way, rushing up fast. "Oh!" I exclaimed with a sudden quiver on the mattress. My whole body felt this massive orgasm start.

He began to hum with pleasure on my dick as it started to blast cum into his mouth again. He sucked me tightly up and down swallowing the jism as it came. I squirmed on the bed, flailing and panting and grunting; my fingers clamping the bed and my and toes curling. My heart racing as his hand came up my chest and pressed me down to the bed to hold me still but he couldn't. I felt jolts of sexual energy blasting through my entire body and soul and I creamed his mouth with another fourteen shots of my fresh teenaged boy-load. As it ended I calmed and he waited for the last three flexing's of my cock before he drank the last of that particular load.

"Thank you, Chip," he said to me again and again I didn't answer him at all.

The next twenty minutes were simply a sexually intense near orgasmic blur for me. There were moments when my legs went over his shoulders and his was face planted deeply in my crotch, as he was sucking away on my dick good and hard like it was an addicting candy to him. My fists pounded on the mattress and my head went from side to side on the pillow. My toes clenched and unclenched and my chest heaved and released only to do it all again a moment later. My body made more and more pre-cum and gave it all to him as he sucked on me good and played me like a sexual instrument; enjoying my entire young body and ever eager boy-dick.

I felt so emancipated and sexually free! I suddenly knew what I wanted from this encounter and I could have it! I threw my knees over his shoulders again and I held onto his bald head tightly and pumped his mouth up and down on my little dick feverishly to finish myself off. I desperately wanted to cum again and I knew he would want me to do in his mouth, so there was no holding back, or hesitation from either of us. He seemed to be okay with my using him this way and I gulped hard as I felt the fluid boiling in my pipes getting ready to spray his tonsils. As I crested, I shoved him down and held him in place and started a low guttural grunt from deep inside myself as my dick pulsed and shot off again.

My pelvis bucked up a little with each spew of spunk that left me. I moaned and hummed and let my cock pulse and throb between his lips. I fell back to the pillow and released my grip on his smooth skull. He pumped my cock with his hand and I squirmed but let him do it until he had a small dribble of jizz on my tip to suck clean. He then happily gulped down the massive wad of jizz I'd just fed him.

"Thank you, Chip," he said to me again with a happy grin. I didn't reply this time either. It wasn't that I couldn't say anything, just that I didn't want to. It may sound weird to you but felt right to me at the time.

I was out of breath, but not at all spent or exhausted yet, for some reason having all these orgasms, back to back, only made me crave more of them. I was becoming seriously addicted to head. Addicted to shooting off inside his mouth, too. My dick wasn't showing any signs of letting me or him down, either. It was ever-ready and a randy little trooper that was hard as fuck to go on all night long. This was the amazing wonder of being a teenaged boy at his sexual peak.

When he took my sides and rolled me over onto my stomach, I didn't complain or stop him. He quickly dove his warm wet and long tongue between my tight ass cheeks and began to feast on my tender boy-hole. This was the kind of thing I could have been scared of, but again, I just wasn't at the time.

He then got his hands under me and lifted so I was on all fours, he pulled my ass firmly to his mouth and licked and tickled me back there using tongue motions that felt like pure magic. My dick became even harder than before and I was feeling seriously frisky again in mere minutes. I resisted the urge to jack on my cock as he ate my backside, since I didn't want to spill a load on the bed. I wholly understood that that my cum belonged in this guys MOUTH and that was were the fuck it was going.

To be honest, I'd never imagined this kind of thing with a... man, before, or ever and I couldn't understand why I was seemingly okay with it all, but for some reason, I just didn't care. Or I couldn't care. As if all my defenses were down and I as just taking things as they came and using them for all they were worth. There was a kind of euphoric magical spell on me. I wanted more and more of this kind of sex. I wanted more and more of the wonderful and tantalizing surprises and I was prepared to let go of all my inhibitions and just go with the flow. Oh... the feelings his hot wide tongue were engendering in me were truly amazing. It was like this guy knew just what to my body to make it respond to him and to give him everything he wanted.

He flung me (not hard) onto my back again and he quickly was on all fours, over me, only this time, he was facing my feet. He eagerly sucked my dick back into his amazing mouth and this time his mouth was upside down on me! He hovered over my belly as his head worked on my cock and both his large firm hands got under me and held onto my butt cheeks firmly from below. He lifted my butt up to feed himself my cock and yanked it down to keep me going. He sipped the pre-cum as his tongue washed my shaft and his lips worked me firmly.

One of his hands left my butt and I wasn't prepared for his finger to enter my still wet boy-hole. It startled me and I shook on the bed and even cried out a slight whimper when it happened, but once inside (just a little bit), with his mouth still sucking on me, I was completely blown away. I was catapulted into heaven. I was blasted into outer space. Ho-ly fucking shit! This was thee most intense and amazing feeling ever... and it was going to make me cum again. Through some gritted teeth, I managed to moan out the word, "Here," and then...

He saw my cute little boy-toes curl hard as I held him down on me and I shot off another huge volley of hot fresh cum into his sucking mouth. His finger tweaked inside me and I shot hard again, then again and again and over and over for ten seconds. He'd swallowed two mouthfuls of my sperm before I was done. He kissed the tip of my cock-head, eased his digit from me, and said thank you to me again. This time, I responded with a whisper, "You're welcome."

The man shifted on the bed until he was hovering over me and face to face, eye to eye with me. "Does that mean I can make you cum as much as I want?"

"Yes. Take it. Take it all, make me cum until I can't cum anymore. I don't care. Everything you do to me makes me feel so amazing."

"Do you agree to be my cute little cum factory?"

It all came out of my mouth without thinking and with zero hesitation and with complete eagerness for more, "Yes. Yes. I agree. I will be your cum factory. Only please..."

"Please what?"

"Please! ...suck me off again."

He grinned and went down on me again. He made me cum six more times, ten in all, before we rested. When we did, I fell asleep fast, happy, content, spent, and truly exhausted.

In the morning, I woke up in my own bed, alone, and for the first time in years, ...without a boner. That's right, a mere boy of eighteen, at his sexual peak, waking up WITHOUT wood! I wasn't sure in my head that last night had actually happened in reality but my dick seemed sure it that had.

The New Normal

So yeah, after that strange night and what must have been a dream, I had two issues.

The first was that I always assumed, no, more knew, and understood that I wasn't gay, or bi or attracted to men in any way. My fantasies never changed to males or guys even after that amazing dream. It took me a little bit of thought to realize that I wasn't into the genie-guy, I had no feelings toward him either way, I was merely into his intense and astounding blow-jobs. Oh, those amazing blow-jobs, and the way he seemed to really want to kiss (or lick or sniff) every single inch of my naked body. The way he seemed to worship me; yes, pudgy, short, little-dicked, me.

My second problem was that I desperately wanted to have that dream again, but couldn't seem to make it happen. For three weeks after, I went to bed each night hoping, but each morning I would wake up, sad and hard and aching for release. My hand would do the trick, but it was no substitute for his warm velveteen, very talented mouth and tongue and making a mess in a sock just wasn't fun anymore. I wanted his mouth to cum in. That's how a blow-job ends.

Eventually the memories faded and my life returned to normal in every way. Hanging out with my friends, helping out my parents around the house and with the yard and jacking off to the thoughts of beautiful girls whenever I could be alone.

My final year of High School began that in September and everything seemed to be going along fine when one warm fall night I fell asleep... only to awaken to that familiar soft green glow. Genie-guy was standing at the side of the bed with his strong muscled arms folded before him looking down at me.

Back to the world of Dreams

I had made it back to my amazing dream! I had so many questions, so many things to say! My excitement was palpable and my pajama bottoms tented in three whole seconds with the kind of raging teenaged boy-boner that can split diamonds. As he looked down at me, however, all of my questions and the need to say anything quickly evaporated. This wasn't going to be an over-eager, conversational reunion.

Just as before I wasn't afraid of him and I was in a kind of calm, and sedate and slow-moving, dream-like state.

"Stand up, Chip," he said to me.

I got up and stood before the large imposing figure who ever so delicately and with passion in his eyes and true relish for what he was doing, undressed me fully, as I made no move to stop him. I wanted him to hurry the hell up and get my dick out and into his mouth... where it belonged. When I stood before him completely naked with a bobbing and eager to get started, hard-on, he took me all in. "Chip, you are so fucking handsome."

Take the compliment I thought to myself, "Thank you."

"I want to keep you for a while this time. Will you let me?" He reached between my legs and began to massage my nut sack with his warm palm.

The words came easily, "Yes, anything you want. Keep me as long you want."

He took his hand off me and brought it up to his nose and he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and grinning with pleasure at the scent of my sweaty, and very full, boy-nuts. "Thirty days and nights, Chip, can you do it? Can you release yourself, mind and body to me for that long?"

I had absolute trust in him and I was anxious to get started, "Yes. Definitely."

The green glow faded to a grayish-white and he asked me sternly, "Chip, are you sure?"

Sudden Searing White

I felt dizzy and weak and my knees almost gave out as all of a sudden I realized where I was. It was very hot and I was standing naked before some kind of magical man that wanted to drain my balls with blow-jobs (and all kinds of body worship) for thirty days.

He caught my arm and helped me stabilize as my own strength quickly returned. My head felt very clear as he stared into my eyes deeply; searching for an answer.

I said, "Yes, I'm sure," because at the time... I was. I regained my full composure and he let go of me.

"Okay, Chip."

The white faded and the green glow took its place once more. I felt once more calm and serene and ready. When the large man came forward I wasn't afraid of him and when he began to slip down before me, his warm wet tongue riding down my smooth breast plate, my anticipation rose. I knew in a few seconds he'd be low enough to engulf my aching, dewy tipped, little dick in his amazing mouth and that I'd quickly shoot off in it. Instead he kissed my belly-button and dug his tongue into it as his hand held my shaft and his other hand my full sack. He kissed all around the base of my cock and gently stroked me. A drop of clear fluid appeared at my slit and he slicked it free with his tongue, savoring its taste.

My dick jumped in his hand three times. I was so close to losing it! He knew. He knew that I needed to get one off. I just needed to fucking unload this first one, fast. As in, right now, or right then as it were.

He slowly, and with very tight lips, slid his mouth down onto me and when his mouth met the base of me it was all I could take. I held his bald head tightly to me with one of my hands as my orgasm began to blast and blast out of me and into his mouth. My pecker flexed and pulsed hard as I fed him good. I creamed off twenty squirts with the speed and ease of a healthy and horny teenaged boy. He hummed and sipped and swallowed as I came. It felt so - fucking - good. The wedding of his mouth and my dick was a perfect match and I had so missed it. It was a feeling I wanted over and over and over again.

Fortunately I'd get my wish, ...by being his wish.

For the next several hours we never left this bedroom.

He gave me the most sensual tongue bath. There was no part of me he didn't diligently and affectionately lick on and clean with his warm tongue. From toes to knees, to thighs to balls, to cock and belly, to nipples and armpits (oh he loved my slightly stinky pits!), to fingers and abs, right up to my neck and my cheeks. He didn't try to kiss me, though I think I would have let him, as I didn't really understand what was actually going on at the time. After his tongue bath I was hard as hell and glad that he went down on me and once more quickly got me off. I pasted his tonsils with a real nut-drainer of a load and he was happy to get it. Happy to be so eagerly fed.

After that it was time to put me on my knees straddling his wide chest with my boner in his face. He ran his hands up and down my smooth chest, over my nipples and on my pudgy belly as my pelvis worked my cock in and out of his lips until I exploded again. This was a more sedate walk up the ladder of mind blowing orgasm, so when I finally got there, my nuts spared no expense, sending jolt after jolt of fresh sperm through the pipe and into his sucking mouth. I merely sank forward into it and let my dick shoot and shoot.

He rimmed me back into a full boner and after that and we continued to drain my balls in various ways for hours and hours in the serenity of the green glow. I'd never shot so many times in my entire life. His belly must have been full of my jizz.

Finally we both became exhausted and we fell asleep in the bed. I didn't mind it when he asked me to snuggle up behind him. I held onto him like he asked and easily slept right up next to him.

Daily Usage

For new the next few days I got used to being naked all the time. It was very liberating. We never left his "house" and he sucked my dick constantly for my cum-loads.

His "house" was more like a sultans palace only we weren't on Earth anywhere. He explained to me, that he existed in his own realm of time and space outside the norm. There were no other dwellings or creatures in this realm so we had the whole place to ourselves. There were many rooms and he sucked my dick in all of them. A few times. Okay, lots of times! In an average day he could make me cum three times an hour for sixteen hours. I spent a lot of time in his lap, having my dick toyed with and teased before he'd finally stand me up, (maybe slide a finger into my ass) and suck another huge and fresh load of cum out of me. We did the usual stuff in between the head-jobs like play games (cards, chess) and eat and drink and talk. Food was abundant and provided by his "magic".

When I asked him his name, he said he would tell me it, but later. I accepted that and just thought of him as genie-guy. I recall he asked me after a few days, if I was doing okay with all of it and I told him that honestly I was fine. I was very happy. He said he was too.

He explained to me that it was the green glowing light that was controlling my fear and keeping me not only submissive to his needs, but making my body produce sperm faster than normal. That's was why he could suck a big load of jizz out of me every twenty minutes and why I never had any dry orgasms.

I recall sitting up in his bed legs spread with his head sideways in my hands. I was holding him firmly in place on my dick as I shot off another huge load in his trap before letting him go. He rested on his back next to me and said, "I love it when you hold me down and shoot and shoot."

"Yeah, I love that too."

"Chip, when the thirty days are up."

"We have more than two weeks to go."

"Yeah, I know, but when they are up, I'll have to return you to Earth and your life."

"Okay."

"I want to tell you something."

"You wanna suck me off again?" I said eagerly pawing my own pecker.

He stopped my hand, "No, Chip."

"Damn."

"Chip. Please. I..."

"What?" I was too young, too inexperienced in the ways of people and love to get it.

When he realized I wasn't cluing in on what he was trying to tell me, he shifted himself on the bed and lifted one of my legs bringing one of my feet to his mouth. He feasted on my aromatic foot and toes while I gently jacked on my own cock. Eventually he took over for me and a little after that he began sucking on me again. When I was ready to cum I just did. There was no need to say anything or warn him. He wanted me to. So I did. I blasted his mouth full of breeder-juice and saw and felt him swallowing it with pleasure.

I don't know how, but his "magic" seemed to kick in even harder after that. He got me onto my back on the mattress and he spread open my legs and ate all over my crotch before starting a tight-fisted, pump- sucking on my ever-ready, little cock. He quickly had me squirting his throat full of juices once more and it felt so good that I told him to keep on sucking on it until I'd shot another mouthful, nice and fast for him, which I easily did. He thanked me.

So for thirty days in a row I was his very willing, magically enhanced, human jizz-factory. Feeding him as many gallons of the stuff as I could make and squirt in the time we had.

Reality, Honesty and Trust

When the time was up, I woke up in my old bed at my own house, I didn't remember anything about what I had done or where I'd gone. That's right, I'd actually been gone. I'd just disappeared off the face of the Earth, freaking out my parents and putting them through utter hell thinking I was abducted or worse.

They were so glad I was back they didn't press me about my memory loss about where I was or what happened. It took a few long hard months but everyone's lives went back to normal. I managed to finish High School... with a girl friend. We would later break up (complicated) but I'd meet more girls in College and get married to one in my mid twenties. We would divorce (more complicated), but I never had any problems with my life because of what happened.

So you're asking, if I don't remember anything, then how am I able to tell you the story?

Good question.

I was recently thirty years old at the time, living very happily with my second wife and our two young sons in a spit level ranch house in the suburbs of any-town America when one night I fell asleep and woke up bathed in that familiar green glow.

I recognized genie-guy instantly and knew everything we'd done before. Like a switch in my brain was tripped, it was all back. He was standing at the side of the bed, as always, arms folded and not looking a day older than when I'd seen him last. Come to think of it... I was eighteen again and a good, strong boner once more tented my pajama bottoms. As he massaged the tent, he said to me, "Oh, Chip, I have missed you."

"I missed your blow-jobs!"

"I bet," he released me and shrugged, "but I can't do this again." The green glow began to fade and a gray-white replaced it. I was in the bed so when I felt dizzy I just shook it off. The large man got on the bed and laid down next to me face up. "Oh Chip, I really wanna do this again, but only with you in total and complete control of your actions. The green light can give you the ability to recharge nice and fast like last time, but I can remove the mental control it has over you. It made you placid and agreeable, anything I wanted, you agreed to willingly. Do you understand?"

"I understand. I always felt it, I knew it was there, I knew it was taking the edge off for me."

"So you hated doing it?"

"No! I enjoyed every single second of every moment we spent together. And you're not listening to me. I said it took the edge off. I never said you made me do anything and I always felt that I was in control and agreeing to what you wanted because I wanted it too."

"But what if you weren't in control?"

"What if I was?"

"We'll never know, then, I guess."

"Hey, leave the mind control part off and keep the hornier-than-fuck part on and lets do this."

"Really?"

"Fuck yeah! Only..." I sat up.

"Yes?"

"Two things. First, answer me this... what is your name?"

He got up and got himself situated sitting facing me. "My name is Alu'ben and I am over three thousand years old. I am a Jinn of the first order."

"Can I call you Al?"

"No." We both chuckled, and he asked, "...and second?"

"I can't disappear from Earth and my wife and kids for days on end. It's not fair to them. If we do this, we only do it only for a few short hours a night, and I keep my memories about it and about you."

"Fine. Agreed. What if your wife wakes up, though, and finds you gone from your bed?"

"Can your magic fix that --- if it happens?"

"Yeah, sure. Are you okay with that?"

"I am."

"So... you trust me?"

I began undoing the snaps on my pajama top, "I always did. You seem to think I wasn't conscious or something through all the amazing blow-jobs you gave me." I removed my top and undershirt and then my socks, wiggling my stinky boy toes. "Trust me, I absolutely loved and craved each and every one. Do you want to remove my pants?"

"Hey, you just got undressed for me!"

"Yep, and?"

"And look, no green light! You did it of your own free will."

"I told you I wanted this. I honestly do. You need to trust ME."

He lit up, "I do, Chip. I do. Let me get those pants off you."

He waved his hand before me and my pants and underpants (and all my clothes) disappeared by magic. My teenaged boner was strong and proud and ready and eager to get started bobbing between my legs for attention. He started for it, but I stopped him, "Wait."

"What?"

"You know I'm gonna shoot a load as soon as you get your mouth on it, right?"

"I know. I hope you do!"

"Put the green light on so I recharge nice and quick and I can go all night."

"Done." We were in the green glow in seconds.

Like a hand fitting into a glove his mouth slid onto my dick and I immediately filled it with fresh cum. As he swallowed and swallowed as I shot and shot I held his head in my lap and felt so at peace and happy. I unloaded a huge torrent of ball juices and realized that I'd shared thousands of loads with him. Even so, this one was more, it was more everything. Because the mind control was gone, this one had even more fire works. It felt even better and thanks to the green glow it would be the first of many soul shaking ejaculations I'd have with him.

We only had a few hours, but we made the most of it and I came many, many, ...many times.

We still meet at night when most of the world is asleep. I am at my sexual peak of eighteen again and we share as many of my orgasms as we can. We are good friends, he and I, and if he had not released me, trusted me and been honest with me, I'm sure that I could never have written all this, telling you about it.

END

Epilogue

It was my first night in the dorm. My father, the well known financier, Charles "Chip" Barstowe pulled some strings and got me into Harvard. I'd turned nineteen a few days before the semester started and I moved in with my new roommate Joe last week with my parents and my little brothers help.

Joe and I seemed to click and we drank a lot of beer and talked to a lot of girls at the first party of the season and we stumbled back to the dorms very late that night and managed to fall into our beds and pass out. I woke up around four in the morning with serious headache but I managed to get back to sleep after an hour or so and I had the strangest dream. There was this green glow and the Mr Clean guy was there...