Chapter Five
Raj
How could one person, one single entity make you feel so much?
Craving another’s touch was nothing I’d ever dreamed of aside from the occasional desire to be held, but that had never been sexual.
Ever. Until now. Whether by magic or of his own doing, I felt cherished as Genie unwrapped me like the greatest gift he’d ever received.
Slowly, methodically, he touched every inch of skin as he revealed it like I was a piece of his beloved treasure.
Genie’s barely there touches raised every hair on my body as his fingers ghosted across my flesh.
My cock grew painfully hard, and I ground against him, seeking friction and release.
But at the same time, I didn’t want this wild ride to end.
When Genie firmly gripped my cock, my pulse skyrocketed, and I arched up and nearly came.
“Down, sweet boy. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” Genie patted my torso and gently pressed me back onto the bed.
“Why are you still dressed?” Feeling self-conscious, I grabbed a nearby blanket to cover myself, but Genie wasn’t having that.
“Please, don’t do that. I’ve waited far too long for this. I’ll join you.”
When he kissed me, I closed my eyes and basked in the feels. As I reopened them, a gloriously naked Genie was revealed, though he never left my side.
“I think I’m gonna like this magic thing.”
Genie’s smile was beautiful and sincere, and it took my breath away. “Good, there’s much more where that came from. Lie back, close your eyes and let the feels take you away.”
As I lay there, strange sensations skirted across my skin.
Some even tickled as Genie gently draped stringed beads and jewels across me.
I managed not to giggle, but when he placed a ruby inside my navel it tickled.
I imagined how I looked in his eyes. Like a piece of art put on display for only him to enjoy.
Should this have bothered me, because it didn't in the least.
Genie enjoyed this game, and it did nothing to curb my arousal, if anything it only served to heighten it. Too many hands and not enough at the same time. His fingers and lips trailed along sensitive areas, the insides of my thighs, across my rib cage, and nibbled along my neck.
“Spread your legs, Raj.” Genie lifted them as I did and pressed them against my chest. An unexpected swipe of his tongue beneath my balls shocked me and I may or may not have shrieked, but he just chuckled.
“Not funny. You surprised me.”
“How about now?”
I flinched when he did it again.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah—yes.” I stumbled over the words, shocked to have said them when only yesterday I’d answered otherwise. I had so much to learn, and I was putty in Genie’s very capable hands. “Teach me,” I whispered.
“Teach you what, my love?”
“How to make you feel as good as I do right here, right now, with you.”
Genie stopped long enough to kiss me, and when he pulled away, it was far too soon. In two days, I’d gone from never-been-kissed to this. Though kissing fast became a favorite of mine.
“My sweet boy with such a big heart. You take nothing for granted, which is one of many reasons why I love you. You appreciate everything and are worthy of so much more. I plan to spend the rest of our lives showing you just that and in the end it still won’t be enough.”
“I don’t want to think about the end. We only just started.”
When Genie’s tongue touched that intimate area again, the one I’d never ventured to explore for myself, I nearly climbed out of my skin and up the bed, but his arms held me firmly in place.
“Sit back and relax, Raj. Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”
His tongue circled my hole and set every nerve ending alight.
The tingles elicited when it speared it were nothing short of amazing.
In and out he went and the more he did, the more I relaxed into it.
The embarrassment of the act subsided, as did any use of my vocabulary.
Had you asked me to spell my name, I wouldn’t have been able to, and it was only three letters.
“Oh, Gods.”
Genie’s finger breached my entrance and at first, it was a bit uncomfortable.
Slowly, he worked it in and out, but when he added a second, I cringed at the painful stretch, though the discomfort quickly subsided.
When he pressed against some sort of pressure point inside me, I nearly shot off the bed.
“Ah, there it is.” Genie chuckled.
“There what is?”
“That, my dear boy, is your prostate. What do you think?”
“I-I…” I stuttered as he lightly massaged the area and moaned. “Do it again.”
Talk about feeling. That spot lit me up from the inside out. The moans coming from me were unlike anything I’d ever heard from myself. Desperate, needy, near bursting. I ground down on his fingers and rode them, wanting them as deep inside me as they could go.
“Is my sweet boy enjoying himself?”
“Yes, gods, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Do you really want to come like this?”
Why was he still speaking?
“Come? Yes. Please.”
With a final shudder, release shot through me like a bolt of lightning.
The buzz radiated like a fresh strike. This was even better than yesterday.
Did it get better each time, like an increase in stamina or build-up?
No matter, I was sure everything Genie did to me would be just as special as he was.
“Such a good boy, but next time wait until Daddy’s inside you.”
“Inside me? Your fingers were, I thought.” Weren’t they? Had I thought wrong? If not, what was inside me drawing out those wonderful sensations?
“Yes, they were, but next time I want my cock to be buried to the hilt inside you. I want to feel you tremble as your muscles contract, and you come on it. Then I’ll fill you with my come and mark you as mine.”
Mark me as his? Like branding?
“Here boy." Genie wrapped my fingers around his shaft and covered my hand with his and slowly stroked. The feel of another man’s cock was oddly arousing and, with him hovering over me as he was, I was hard again in no time.
“Ah, the stamina of youth.”
Genie moved our hands and gathered both cocks with them. The glide of skin on skin as the shafts slid together was beyond erotic.
“Genie,” ghosted past my lips, my mind empty of any other thoughts beyond this.
“Watching your face as you came nearly took me over the edge. This moment, here with you. There’s no place I’d rather be.” Genie moved our hands faster, his grip tightening with each pass.
My toes curled and I thrust up, seeking more.
“Almost, sweet boy. Wait for Daddy.”
As much as I wished to ponder that word and whether I’d ever be able to use it, any hope of clear thoughts evaporated. My focus was solely on waiting for Genie to tell me to…
“Come. Come now, my sweet boy. Come with me.”
Genie’s cock throbbed against mine and that was all it took to send me careening over the edge along with him.
“So beautiful.” He brushed the hair from my face and pressed his lips to my sweaty forehead. “Sleep, sweet boy.”
I drifted off and woke up the next morning in my own bed. Alone. As I had for years, though this time the hurt of the loneliness ran deep. Until I crossed the room to the table where a fresh breakfast bun and warm drink sat. Beside it was a note from Genie.
Good morning, sweet boy,
Sorry I had to rush off this morning, but duty calls. I’ll be by your side as soon as I can.
See you shortly.
Always,
Genie
Things were moving fast, and my feelings deepened with each passing moment.
The hurt as I woke to an empty bed told me as much.
But in hindsight, that was how things in our village went.
Short courting, quick weddings, and in no time, they had a house full of mouths to feed.
Did I want children? Did Genie? And how would the locals react to two men together?
No well, I'd assume. Such relationships were frowned upon in our culture.
Would Genie want to stay here in this godforsaken town?
I’d wished upon a thousand stars since my parents died, to leave this place that shunned us.
Then when I’d least expected it, along came Genie.
Filled with magic and stories of faraway lands.
Lands I longed to see. Warm, sandy beaches, huge trees, water as far as the eye could see.
There were so many wonders of the world to visit.
The Taj Mahal, the Colosseum in Italy. Going to Australia and snuggling with a koala.
I knew that last part wasn’t possible, but I’d like to see one just the same.
“What has you so deep in thought, dear boy?”
I jumped at the sound of his voice and clutched my chest.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He came and sat beside me. “Why so sad?”
“You weren’t here when I woke.”
“Why do I sense there’s more?”
How much do I tell him? I already came across like a whiny brat, at least to my ears. Would he think less of me for complaining about the simple life I had? Lonely, yes, but he’d been the one to ensure I never went without and hurting his feelings by being selfish wasn't happening.
“Please don’t think I’m selfish or ungrateful, your note is a treasure I’ll carry with me always. I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to run away and start over somewhere new.”
“My dear boy, come.” Genie patted his lap for me to sit upon it. “You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and as far as being ungrateful? Not a chance. I know you all too well. When you dreamed of being somewhere far away, what did the land look like?”
“Considering I’ve never been anywhere and all I have to go off of are pictures and words I’ve read, it’s possible these lands may not exist. But in my dreams, I see sapphire shores, huge trees that reach the heavens, lush overgrown landscaping in every shade of green.
Sunshine and sand, wildlife, and a real home filled with love.
A life where I’ll never be lonely again.
I know that sounds silly, but that’s what I’ve envisioned. ”
“None of that sounds silly. Now, close your eyes and picture that faraway land.”