Page 14 of Genie's Boy
“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, seekingmore.
“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 thingsin 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 mefor 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.
