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Sex and the Magic Lamp Chapter 8
I woke up and didn't open 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 his muscles under his tight clothes. And now he had sucked my dick. I felt warm all over.
I rolled over, pulled myself up some, and blinked my eyes open. Genie was on the nightstand next to me with 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 to look at him. "That was amazing. I will want him back."
"Well, you are the Master, so any time 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 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, he brushed 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 something to keep us 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 thrumpting 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.
A bit of sweat started to form on their brows, so sexy. At the same time they both stood in front of their pole and ripped their scanty shirts off, letting them fall to the floor. Their pecs expanded with breathing 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, using 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 all in, 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 someone 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 blond ran his hand down the brunette's leg, lifting it up and up, until it was almost straight up. That was some flexibility. The blond 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 blond. 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, blond turned around and put the foot between his legs. Brunette's foot went back and forth, tapping blond's balls. Both were fully hard now. Blond began to buck back on the leg, his proud dick bobbing, one hand helping to keep the leg in place. 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. Brunette's dick wasn't going in, but rubbing up the blond's back.
The brunette's leg came down as he ran his hands up from the blond's hips to pecs, kneading them. The blond rubbed his ass up and down over the brunette's dick. Pulling forward, the blond bent over, putting his hands on the floor and showing his flexibility. Brunette ran his hands down blond's legs, gripping at the ankles, then pulling them up. Soon, the blond was doing a handstand, and brunette started licking his balls.
Blond did some partial push ups, and moved his legs. Brunette then moved down to suck the blond's dick. The brunette also moved his hands down to grab blond's hips, then go along the impressive length of the shaft, in time with the music. You could see the strain in the blond'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 blond eventually did a graceful fall, where the brunette knelt down and started to teabag the blond. Brunette moved up and down, his balls going on and off the blond's mouth. The blond's tongue was out licking. The blond 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 but couldn't find a partner as skilled."
"Great work, sure is turning me on."
"That is the point." We both laughed.
Blond 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. Brunette put his hands under blond'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, brunette in the center while the blond went behind him and felt up his body. Hips leading one side to the other. Brunette kept his arms up providing full access. Blond 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. Blond ran one hand up brunette's back, forcing the man to bed over. Blond humped the crack a few times before the brunette reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. Blond slid his dick in. 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 the pole disappear and reappear with almost agonizing slowness.
Then brunette sped up, staying with the music with the beat ramping up. When the horns came in, brunette circled his hips. The music changed and brunette braced himself for blond to start fucking. Blond got into it and was pistoning good. Blond raised one arm and let out a cowboy "yee-haw". He was riding like one. The pumping was good, and brunette's dick was bouncing, spewing pre-cum onto the floor.
The music rose to a crescendo, the fucking kept up until the blond pulled out to shoot over brunette's back. When the first glob hit, the brunette began to shoot, quivering. The blond gave quick jerks of his whole body as his cum showered over his partner.
The music switched to something calm, brunette rose up, turning around to kiss the blond. 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 not all the way down. 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 remember as a dream 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 can serve you better. What you don't like, what you're curious about. I can tell things about men I could use to fulfill your wishes. Like those dancers. I had to get 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 were, which had returned to my usual apartment. Words formed as I finished. "So if I wished to know if 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 with Genie and I with having big grins 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 blond and brunette duo, and the brunette bent over and sucked on the blond's left nipple. The bulges in their shorts were growing.
The blond licked down the brunette's torse. 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 pro before them, but the pride on their faces revealed how cocky they were about their endowments. 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 those come out."
"Doggies 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 get the 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 blond one got on his hands and knees while the brunette got behind him. Both were hard.
The brunette didn't do any prep, he just shoved in. The blond'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 be back."
Brunette had started pumping, and as we expected was jacking fast, almost as if he wanted to rush it. How Brunette was fucking didn't look that good in his positioning of himself, awkward. Blond didn't look like he was being fucked well either. For all their bravado, these two were not good at sex. Even not being super-hung, blond was squirming like he was having trouble taking the dick. It must have been hitting wrong.
I hid my face in my hands. "They are so bad at this." I shook my head before looking back up at the performance.
"Fucking one of them is enough to make you straight." Genie gave it back to me.
"Now that's a scary thought."
Brunette bent over and really went at it, shooting up the blond's ass. Brunette then fell back. Blond looked back at him, gave a sigh, then grabbed his own dick and started jerking. Blond had to twist himself in hopes of getting off, and it finally worked, shooting a not-impressive 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 have to 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 some. "Hmmm, how do we want to make this dream go?" I furrowed my brow in concentration. Genie looked at me with an encouraging expression. It would have to be making the wish. "I think I want...." I started, paused, thought some more. "Anthony to come in 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." 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, and it was a great thing.
I stood up, Anthony walked to me with a bit of hesitancy, almost confusion. Anthony was face to face with me, 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 an intake of breath, 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. Or that was me knowing all his muscles. How a strong marine was literally kissing my ass.
There is 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 was pulled together 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 his tongue was making in my ass were fantastic, changing shape as it went into and out of my asshole. I could feel his scruff on my ass, a scratching that counterpointed 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, scrapping my skin more on his beard scruff. The bits of pain added to how good my hole felt. The contract really emphasized the sensation.
The man behind me shoved his face further in, smashing in so his tongue would go 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, pushing me even hotter. I reached for my dick and started to stroke it. 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 it had to be to make my decision for me. it 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. I 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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