I woke up, not opening my eyes. I moved my arm and one leg under the sheet. I remembered the night before, fucking and getting fucked by Anthony. A smile spread across my face. All that time looking at his ass, seeing the bulge, watching the muscles under his tight clothes. And now that he had sucked my dick, I felt warm all over.
I rolled over, pulled myself up, and blinked my eyes open. Genie was on the nightstand next to me, a smile on his face. “You slept well.”
“I sure did.” I stretched. “I’ve wanted to get in his pants for so long.” I rolled over to my side, looking at him. “That was amazing. I will want him back.”
“Well, you are the Master, so anytime you wish.” Genie grinned big. “How he deals with the dream will amuse you all day.”
“Dream?” I asked not sure what he meant for a second. Then I sat up. “Of fuck! I told you to make him remember it as a dream.”
Genie stood and bowed. “I did as my Master commanded.”
I put my hands on my head. “Oh this is going to be so fucked up.” I took a deep breath. “But it will be fun to watch him today.” My dick stirred a little. I got up for a shower.
Making it into the office, I had to get right into something, so it took a bit of time before I noticed Anthony. He was looking at me oddly. Things calmed down, and I was able to hang out some. We got into conversation about whatever topics we were in. Anthony was one, and I noticed his side glances at me. And at one point, he adjusted his crotch. My expert eye noticed his cock was fuller. Since it was all water cooler talk, not erotic, it had to be me. I did some man-spreading to give him something to think about. He glanced right where I wanted him to.
Work called to us all, and he had to get back to it, can’t knock around forever. Anthony walked by me a few times. Stoic face, but I knew something was behind it. Muscled men walk differently, a form of confidence. I took added pleasure from the sight knowing I had fucked that ass just hours before.
In the afternoon, I was bent over getting something from a lower cabinet when a leg brushed over my ass. Not a hand, I was sure of it, it felt different. And I was able to look around quickly. It was Anthony. He did it deliberately, brushing my ass on purpose. He meant to do it. I smiled looking at his retreating back, his ‘dream’ was working on him. And getting in touch with my ass meant he liked it. My dick twitched at the realization. Memories of his naked body flooded my mind. I closed my eyes and gripped the cabinet door.
I stayed crouching a bit to let my dick deflate, then went back to my desk.
I saw Anthony a few more times, but couldn’t tell much of what he was thinking. At least not for sure, he had too much Marine control. I would not get an answer there.
After work, I skipped the gym. Going in the door of my apartment, Genie appeared, eyebrows raised a bit, so I could tell he wondered why I was home early. I smiled “Anthony was at work. Of course he was at work, it was just a dream, right?”
“Well, a very physical dream we would consider it.” Genie gave half a laugh.
“He found an excuse to brush my ass with his leg, when I was bent over.”
“Trying to make the dream a bit real. Real-er.”
“It must have turned something on in him. He always looked stoic, it’s that Marine in him.”
“He had something besides a Marine in him last night. You’re the one who had a Marine in him.” Genie laughed.
I laughed as well. “And it was good both ways.” I got control of myself, dropping onto the couch. “I wonder if we should give him a follow-up. You know, make it recurring?”
Genie echoed the smile on my face. “So we wait until he falls asleep and bring him back?”
“Yup. Give him something new.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “We need to keep ourselves occupied until then.” Genie brightened at that. “How about a few pole dancers, oiled up, great bodies, they could strip down and get hard and fuck while we watch?”
“I can do that for my Master.” Genie got that far-away look as he searched. His eyes refocused, and he came to join me, seeming to recline on my legs, his weightless form actually floating just above them. The lights dimmed on their own, and two poles slid down from the ceiling. Fog started up, lights began to pulse, and music came from somewhere.
Two hot guys entered, bodies already swaying to the music. A blond and a brunette, both in flashy shorts and wife-beaters that glittered. I liked watching their muscles move, hips and the glimpses of nips and lats. The movements turned me on, and this was great. They danced in tandem, getting to the poles, and humping them a little.
Then they swung around, one reaching out to grab the ass of the other as they propellered around. Both their bodies were in perfect time to the music, sexual and turning me on. They really were good with the poles, like they were part of them.
Sweat started to form on their brows. So sexy as they both stood in front of their pole and ripped their scanty shirts off, letting them fall to the floor. Their pecs expanded as they breathed deep. The abs were nice as well, good lines there. I could see the defined muscles of their torsos now, the nice twists as they continued their dance. Nipples freed, the more exposed bodies were beautiful.
Naked, sweaty bodies moving in rhythm, those poles, it was a sight. The lights and music that Genie had conjured up was showing off their bodies fantastically. The shorts reflected the lights and they sparkled, which made it more erotic. Stripper music has this beat in it the strippers gyrate to, it’s like sex and it works, filling your ears as your eyes drink in the sight. I let it wash over me, the muscles moving under their tight skin, watching them move close and almost kiss before splitting apart.
They swung around the poles, crooked on their elbows and went faster and faster until they broke off to wobble and drop the sparkly shorts. Still moving a bit like drunks, they helicoptered their dicks. It was acting, the drunkenness. They were doing an acting bit. Good dancers. I wondered if Genie had found professionals or if this was his influence. Whatever, it was great, their bodies doing half-sways before coming back. Like watching the two men doing drunken monkey fighting. It was hot, really hot.
They “fell” on each other, holding onto the other’s dick to right themselves. The blonde wobbled on a single leg, faking a fall back to his partner, who caught him and pulled him back by the nipples. The blonde ran his hand down the brunette’s leg, lifting it up and up, until it was almost straight up. That was some flexibility. The blonde bent over and ran his tongue up the not entirely limp shaft. That caused the brunette to fake a shiver, bring his leg down, wrapping around the waist of the blonde. They kissed passionately, the leg around the waist. They broke and backed up from each other, gyrating their hips with hardening cocks.
After some independent solos,the brunette stuck his leg straight out, blonde turned around and put the foot between his legs. The brunette’s foot went back and forth, tapping blonde’s balls. Both were fully hard now. The blonde began to buck back on the leg, his proud dick bobbing, one hand helping to keep the leg in place. The brunette holding onto one of the poles. Getting to the top of the leg, both humped like they were fucking in a very unlikely position. The brunette’s dick wasn’t going in…just rubbing up the blonde’s back.
The brunette’s leg came down as he ran his hands up from the blonde’s hips to pecs, kneading them. The blonde rubbed his ass up and down over the brunette’s dick. Pulling forward, the blonde bent over, putting his hands on the floor and showing his flexibility. The brunette ran his hands down the blonde’s legs, gripping at the ankles, then pulling them up. Soon, the blonde was doing a handstand, and the brunette started licking his balls.
The blond did some partial push ups, and moved his legs. The brunette then moved down to suck the blonde’s dick. The brunette also moved his hands down to grab blonde’s hips, then slide along the impressive length of the shaft, in time with the music. You could see the strain in the blonde’s arms, some minor shaking that would not be his dick feeling so good. Not all of it at least. Genie was watching as closely as I was, these men putting on a great show.
The blonde eventually did a graceful fall, where the brunette knelt down and started to teabag the blond. The brunette moved up and down, his balls going on and off the blond’s mouth. The blonde’s tongue was out licking. The blonde would reach up with his head, hoping to get more time with the big, full balls of the brunette. The brunette was keeping time with the beat of the song.
“That’s amazing.” I said to Genie.
“I found a talented pair.” He smiled, looking back at me. “I let their minds come up with moves they wanted to do, but couldn’t find a partner as skilled.”
“Great work, sure is turning me on.”
“That is the point.” We both laughed.
The blonde was running his hands over the brunette’s legs, who was feeling up his own front. Still teabagging to the song. Both their dicks were hard. The brunette put his hands under the blonde’s shoulders and helped him rise. Swaying on their knees, they reached and stroked the other’s cock.
They stroked and rose to their feet, the brunette in the center while the blonde went behind him and felt up his body. Hips leading one side to the other. The brunette kept his arms up providing full access. The blonde dry humped one side then the other. The men rubbing against each other almost like lovers.
They smoothly moved so I could see them from the side. The blond ran one hand up the brunette’s back, forcing the man to bend over. The blonde humped the crack a few times before the brunette reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. The blonde slid his dick in. the brunette shook his ass up and down the long shaft. Back and forth he fucked himself, putting his hands on the floor. He started slow, so we could see his pole disappear and reappear with almost agonizing slowness.
Then the brunette sped up, staying with the music with the beat ramping up. When the horns came in, the brunette circled his hips. The music changed and the brunette braced himself for the blonde to start fucking. The blonde got into it and was pistoning good. He raised one arm and let out a cowboy “yee-haw”. He was riding like one. The pumping was good, and his dick was bouncing, spewing pre-cum onto the floor.
The music rose to a crescendo, the fucking kept up until the blonde pulled out to shoot over the brunette’s back. When the first glob hit, the brunette began to shoot, quivering. The blonde gave quick jerks of his whole body as his cum showered over his partner.
The music switched to something calm, the brunette rising up, turning around to kiss the blonde. It was evident they were breathing heavily through the kiss. Hands on asses and necks completed the picture. Their cocks were drooping some, but still tumescent. It took me a moment to notice they were gently swaying with the music.
I looked at Genie, “They did a great job.”
Genie smiled back at me. “Nice big dicks.”
“For sure.” I reached over, forgetting he was insubstantial, and tried to ruffle his hair. “That didn’t work.”
“Ha.” He laughed. “I get the sentiment.” The dancers rose, bowed slightly, and disappeared as the poles and lights faded away.
“That turned me on. I’ve got to decide what to do to Anthony when you fetch him.”
“Are you going to have him thinking he’s dreaming again?”
“Yeah, I think this time it will be romantic, like he’s wooing me. Make him think he’s attracted to me.”
“Don’t you think he is?”
“Nah, I’m realistic enough to know it’s your magic powers getting it for me.”
“He may have some interest.”
“Can you tell?”
Genie was quiet, deep in thought. “I can’t read human minds, I can tell some emotions. Like with you, I can tell what turns you on so I’m able to serve you better. What you don’t like, what you’re curious about. I can tell observe things about men so I canfulfill your wishes. Like those dancers. I had to findt guys with talent. Or it would have been bad.”
“Bad dancers would have been funny.”
“Would not have turned you on.”
“No, that’s true.” I thought for a moment on what Genie had told me, there was something in it. Picking at my brain.
Genie let me think, then whispered. “He’s still awake. Anthony, that is.” I had time still.
I looked at Genie, then up where the dancers had been, which was now my usual apartment. Words formed as I finished. “So if I wished to know whether Anthony was into me at all, you could tell because it would please me?”
I had my eyes on Genie as I said that. I might have seen a flicker that gave away that he was pleased I had figured it out, but he covered quickly. So many people, hiding their thoughts from me today.
“I will certainly obey to please my Master.” Genie inclined his head.
“That will come later, when he’s asleep. You said bad dancers?”
Genie looked at me with a wide smile. “Bad dancers would be funny.”
“Funny it is.”
Genie got his far away look again as he searched, but there was a bit of a smile as well. “Got them,” he said under his breath.
The lights changed again, and the stripper music came back on. Through the doors came the new dancers. Both looked like frat boys in polos and white shorts. They started with hips like the pros had, but not as well done. They added their arms in but the movements made them look douchey. They pranced around a bit, while Genie and I grinned at their awkwardness.
The guys came together still swishing their hips and pulled off their shirts. They did have nice chests. They first felt up their own pecs, then the other’s. This was another blonde and brunette duo, and the brunette bent over and sucked on the blond’s left nipple. The bulges in their shorts were growing.
The blonde licked down the brunette’s torso. Which looked a bit weird, and I’m sure he thought it was hot. They turned to face us and rubbed their packages. They started to shake one hip at us while raising their arms in what you would do in a mosh pit. I let out a real laugh as they still hadn’t gotten the rhythm of the music.
Reaching back, they grabbed their own butts and jerked forward, like hopping crotch first. After a moment of this they unzipped and pulled their shorts off. Neither was as hung as the pros before them, but the pride on their faces revealed how cocky they were about their endowment. I’d been around a lot bigger, so their offerings were not as impressive as they thought they were.
“I found a couple who took a lot of pride that they didn’t have the, er, length to justify.”
“Think of all the dudes having to hide their disappointment when they come out.”
“Doggie style helps, they can’t see your face.”
“Be sure not to ask if it’s in.” Genie said this and we both burst out laughing.
The guys were still dancing, trying to undulate in a sexy way. It wasn’t working. They looked like the amateurs they were. It was comical, guys who thought they were hot on the dancefloor were highlighted as fools.
There is a douchey dance move, you know it when you see someone at the club doing it. They were both making the gyrations of it. I couldn’t stop laughing. Genie was laughing along with me. The guys reached out and grabbed the other’s balls, pulling them down in what was almost time with the music. That made their dicks flop around, it was funny.
Our laughter seemed to spur them on, they dropped the balls in their hands and moved their hips back and forth so their junk flopped all around, putting their arms up and hands behind their heads. You could tell they thought this was so sexy. They would have been kicked out of any strip club even if they were clients, they were so bad. “They just cannot find a rhythm, can they?” I shook my head.
“No, they can’t.” Genie agreed. “I bet they can’t get a fuck-rhythm going either.”
“We could find out.” I wiggled a finger at Genie.
“We can indeed.” Genie humored me and made some gestures with his hands like he was doing a magic spell. The two slowed and stopped their dancing as the blonde one got on his hands and knees, the brunette behind him. Both were hard.
The brunette didn’t do any prep, he just shoved in. The blonde’s eyes went wide in surprise and pain. “Oh shit!” I said.
“I didn’t change a thing about how he fucks.” Genie defended himself.
“I believe you. If he actually gets a guy in bed, the guy would not come back.”
The brunette started pumping, and as we expected was jacking fast, almost as if he wanted to rush it. The way he was fucking didn’t look good in the way he positioned himself, awkward. The blonde didn’t look like he was being fucked well either. For all their bravado, these two were not adept at sex. Not even being super-hung, the blonde was squirming like he was having trouble taking the dick. It must have been hitting at a bad angle.
Face in my hand, I said. “They are so bad at this.” I shook my head before returning to the performance.
“Fucking one of them is enough to make you straight.” Genie gave it back to me.
“Now that’s a scary thought.”
The brunette bent over and really went at it, shooting up the blonde’s ass. The brunette then fell back. The blonde looked back at him, gave a sigh, then grabbed his own dick and started jerking. The blonde had to twist himself, hoping to get off, and it finally worked, though he shot an unimpressive load.
They got up and bowed before heading out.
“Oh, that was just so bad.” I said.
“Worse than I thought it would be. Just what the Master ordered.”
“I should be careful what I wish for.”
“Speaking of what you wish for, Anthony has gone to bed early, so I can fetch him.”
I sat up. “Hmmm, how do we want this dream to go?” My brow furrowed in concentration. Genie looked at me with an encouraging expression, letting me know I would have to make the wish. “I think I want….” I started, paused, thought some more. Then I said, “Anthony to appear and make out with my ass.”
Genie looked at me, making sure. “Yeah, see me, turn me around and go after my ass. Really make out with it. It will make him feel like he wants to make me happy.”
“Well, that will be a dream to make him think of.” Genie said, indicating the door.
I looked up as it opened, Anthony standing in a ratty pair of shorts. That must be what he slept in. His dick was evident in the thin fabric. I knew what it was like…sa great thing.
I stood up, Anthony walked to me with a bit of hesitancy, almost confusion. We were face to face, his strong features and beard shadow right there. He was breathing deep and slowly. Anthony seemed to come to a decision, reaching up, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Anthony was strong, keeping in marine shape. His hands ran down my back and started to undo my pants. He pulled them down, exposing my ass and junk to the air. I felt him crouch down, then the warmth of his breath on my cheeks.
Anthony took a breath in, then pushed his face forward, I felt his lips on my ass. Anthony was kissing all over my ass, close to my legs, up to my waist. His lips were soft, and I felt his strength, that was me knowing all his muscles. How a strong marine was literally kissing my ass.
It's a great feeling when a hot man is kissing your ass cheeks, an erotic sensation. I could hear the smacking of his lips, he was seriously into this. And moving closer to my crack. Yes, he was in my crack now, kissing on the sides of my crack. One at the top where my crack came together, near my tailbone. Down, Anthony kissed down on his way to my hole. His lips French-kissed my anus. I felt his tongue massage my opening, it was electric. I shivered a bit, letting out a satisfied moan.
Anthony’s tongue swirled, getting inside, he changed so his tongue narrowed and twisted it side to side. Unbelievable feeling: to have a hot man do this, the very sensations ricocheted throughout my body. Anthony’s strong hands gripped and released my ass. The movements of his tongue were fantastic, changing shape as it went in and out of my asshole. I could feel his scruff on my ass, scratching, a counterpoint to the softness of his tongue.
Anthony pulled his tongue back, going over the outer rim one direction, then the other. Next he dotted up and down, which was something new for me getting rimmed. It made me shiver again, “That feels so fucking good.” I breathed out. I wiggled my ass, scraping my skin more on his beard scruff. The bits of pain added to how good my hole felt. The contrast really emphasized the sensation.
The man behind me shoved his face further in, smashing his tongue in further. Anthony moved his head back and forth like he was digging further in. The scratches from his beard shadow rubbed on my ass. The fact his masculinity was working so hard to make me feel good was a real turn-on, making me even hotter. I reached for my dick and started to stroke. I was already very hard. So very hard, I pumped at it. Anthony must have figured out what I was doing because he redoubled his efforts. I could barely hold back, I couldn’t suss out if I wanted to cum or make it last longer.
Anthony redoubled his efforts, and forced my decision for me. His instinct worked, since I couldn’t hold back and shot onto the couch I was bent over. My legs shook as I fell in an awkward heap. Anthony kept licking my ass a little longer before he pulled back, kissing each cheek again.
His hands went over my glutes, giving a slight half-squeeze. I felt and heard a long outtake of breath as Anthony backed up. I caught sight of his face. The expression was enigmatic, not unpleasant either.
Anthony backed up towards the door, turning just before he got to it. His dick was hard, I could tell. He liked it, he liked rimming my ass. I pulled myself to a comfortable position, looked over and saw Genie. “He liked doing that.” I said.
“He did. I could tell.” Genie replied.
“Answers that question.” I said, thinking. Nice turn of events for me. Anthony would be fun at work tomorrow, after a second ‘dream’ of sex with me.
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