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shall we. Hi, It is Devlin, and welcome to another
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tonight's story, Martin has selected the next fantasy with the genie,
but he's still only three wishes in and he hasn't
even approached the eternal problem with his father, and he
is struggling with his sexuality. You can know this podcast
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The noise of the flea market vanished once again. Martin
paused for a moment to get his bearings. He was
in a room that much was obvious. A dim light
stood in the corner, creating an audio of shadows that
danced around the walls in the middle of a bed, but
not just any bed, but one dripping with opulence. Martin
had to say it was probably the most comfortable looking
bed he had ever seen, king size, maybe California king,
with a thick, plush comforter and big, inviting, fluffy pillows.
Even in the room's darkness, the bedding seemed to glow,
only inviting him closer. Martin's fingertips caressed the material, groaning
at the silky and enticing touch of the bedding. Suddenly,
the mattress shifted, taking Martin aback. His sparkling blue eyes
watched him with intensity. He was getting actually quite comfortable
with the shadow of the man slid forward and perched
at the foot of the bed, his eyes tracing up
Martin's chest, darkening and narrowing before holding his gaze. He
see it through Martin as the stranger's fingers slid teasingly
up the buttons of his shirt. You are overdressed, Martin,
he said, in a tone deep dark and laced with hunger,
as he probed inside his shirt, releasing a single button.
Martin under the fingertip that seemed to burn at his
chest as if it was sending scorches of desire within him.
Even though the touch was so sensual, so light, so provocative,
the weight of it made Martin's chest heave, would need.
There was an undeniable chemistry between them, a hunger. Martin
just couldn't decide if it was imagined or not. Jesus,
was this man even real or just someone the genie created?
Martin swallowed hard, more confused than ever as this stranger,
perhaps this figment of his imagination, or whatever the hell he was,
released another button, sliding his hand firmly over his chest,
his fingernails teasing around his erect nipple. All the time
their gazes were locked, embraced by a shared fire between them.
As Martin felt the top button of his shoe it
fall open, the strange his gaze dropped away, a tiny
smile playing on his lips, before kissing gently over his
chest until he reached Martin's nipple. Heat sparked out Martin's
body and his legs buckled slightly as a man's warm,
gritty tongue teased around his erec nuve. Holy shit, Martin
huttered as this man continued persecuting his electrified nipple with
deliciously painful lashes of his tongue while loosening his buckle
and pushing at his pants until they were falling around
his knees. If he was just dreaming or hallucinating. God
help him, He hoped it didn't end. Every inch of
his body erupted with heat. A bright array of teeth
shined in the darkness as a man spoke with a
hint of a smile, bending his lips. You're going to
fuck my ass. Well, let's give you a little spit
to get you started, and he said, as his head
dipped lower, his eyes peering into Martin's. As his lips
slid along Martin's shaft and the sensation of his stubbled
lips moving over his cock sent a shock wave of
pleasure through Martin's body. He worried he might just make
him come here and now. Through the room's shadows, Martin
could see his reflection in a mirror. There was something
incredibly erotic and almost magical watching the back of a
stranger's head bob up and down in perfect time with
the sensations moving through his own cock, releasing Martin's erection
from the undeniable delights of his mouth. The stranger whispered,
I prepared myself for you. I am positively dripping with
loub He shifted and pressed his buttons firmly against Martin's
cock gyreating to torment him that little bit more. Martin's
mouth went dry as a lump moved up his throat.
I've never Martin began saying, suddenly feeling out of his depth. Oh,
you just press yourself into me slowly. I've viewed some
of your CBD loop, so I'm very relaxed, the stranger said,
moving his ash cheeks up and down Martin's cock. The
smell of the CBD did indeed hang in the air,
his familiarity comforting as Martin's fingers grasped around his hard
cock and teased the man's rosette. Watching the man reach
behind him and pulled the glows of his house apart,
forming a welcome invitation for Martin's rock hard erection. He
poured in Martin's belly, and his heart began pounding so
damned hard that this stranger had to hear it as
his fingers grasped his pelvis. As he pushed his cockhead
slowly through the tight ring of muscle fuck, Martin sighed
as a warm caress of exquisite pleasure pulsed along his
shaft at the feel of the man's ass trembling and
gripping his erection. Looking in the mirror, Martin could make
out the man's eyes, burning with an intensity even from
within the shadows. Everything about him urged Martin to press
deeper and harder, lust and heat and need billowing through
him as he pushed himself balls deep inside the man,
something he'd imagined himself doing a hundred times over, but
something he never thought he'd have the old opportunity to
go through with dizzy with lust, his body pulsing with pleasure,
it was almost as if the shadows were swirling in
the mirror. Then suddenly, a pair of dark brown eyes
appeared in the reflection, hovering just over Martin's shoulder. Her
face followed, weld chiseled cheekbones framing the most beautiful smile
Martin had ever seen, made even more intense by the dark,
goaty beard that adorned the man's chin. Martin inhaled, and
it was almost as if the smell of the cbet
loop grew stronger as he felt a hard, long rock
pressing against him. As a genie parted his buttocks, spreading him,
readying him. Martin held his breath, his heart pounding inside
his chest as he anticipated the pain he had heard
so much about, but there was none. It was almost
as if it had been bypassed completely, and Martin felt
nothing but the delightful pleasure of the genie's cock thrusting
inside him. Well, I am a genie, the genie said,
clearly reading Martin's thoughts, as well as following his rhythm,
thrusting in perfect time with him. The dual sensation of
his cock inside the stranger while the genies pushed inside
him made his whole body hung with pleasure he never
knew existed. His cock was harder than it had ever
been in his life as he pounded into the stranger's
ass while having his own virginal hole taken. The genie's
hand pressed over his stomach, up over his chest and
massaging his tight nipples, pinching them, accelerating the shock weye
of pleasure moving through Martin's body and for filling a
lifetime of trained and fantasies that he never thought possible.
Martin sunk deeper, bottoming out into the stranger as his
orgasm built and the feel of having his cock inside
him had impulsing faster, almost urgently, while he whimpered and gasped,
watching the three faces in the mirror. While positive, he
could feel the pleasure vibrating between the three of them.
Holy fuck, the sensation of the man's ass gripping his
cock while his hull was being pounded, creating an urgency
in Martin like he'd never imagined. He needed to come,
the genie pressing inside him, filling him, pushing over that spot,
just making the need more desperate. Without warning, he erupted,
flooding the stranger with come, while the genie grasped his
hips and spurted hotly into his ass, watching the three
of them in the mirror, all coming together in a hot,
wild frenzy, all writhing against each other. At Martin's body quivering,
his chest thrumming with a million emotions, and mind drunk
with thoughts of the future. This was what he had
always wanted. Top or bottoming with a man, it didn't
matter to him. He wanted to feel a man shudder
beneath him, hear a man moment against him. He just
wanted to feel and experience and breathe each other's breath
and come together as one. Fuck. There was a moment
of confusion, and that Martin was lying on the bed.
The two men sat over him with their lips exploring
his body, soft, sensually, provocatively. The trembles from there after
glow just seemed to grow with each of their touches,
the sensations culminating on Martin's still pulsing erection, his muscles
and bones and everything in between crawling with pleasure and forcing.
The last drops have come to weep from him as
two sets of warm and soft lips moved down his stomach,
taking turns to drink his warm come. As his stomach
burned from the inside out, and every curse word he
knew fell from his mouth, he just experienced the best
sex he'd ever imagined, his heart still thundering as he
reached out to find something to grasp for sanity, but
only finding the edge of Rosy's storm. His eyes were
shock white open. The colored mists rolled around him in
what Martin would only describe as a lazy way. Confused,
he was a I'm full of questions, questions he was
finding difficult to articulate. Am I dreaming? Am I losing
my mind? Is any of this reality? Suddenly, the returning
voice was back in his head. Yes, he's real, how,
Martin asked, not waiting for the genie to read his mind.
He's preparing for work at the moment. He keeps getting
very intense images of you. So he was a man
in the club last night. Sure was a warm glow
spread over Martin. He hadn't been sure if the man
had even noticed him, or if he had been interested
in him at all. Hearing that he was real and
interested made his heart leap more than a little. He
has so many questions, so much doubt. How could any
of this be real? This was storybook stuff. But Martin's
mind lingered, I can't make people want each other. The
genie's voice suddenly said, in the back of Martin's mind,
as if reading his thoughts, I can't change who people are.
Martin wasn't sure he understood, but at least he persuaded
himself he thought he did, and allowed himself to wallow
in that feeling again. Just like that, the sharp edge
of the ogre of his father's voice appeared, roaring from
the dark recesses of his mind and shattering the fragile
beauty of the moment. Tears stunned his eyes. Even in
this moment, he was not safe he could not have
this one time, the colored mist tightened around him. There
was a warmth to it, a closeness that felt, for
all the world like he was being hugged. Truth stole
into his mind. There was no miracle that would change
his father. He could wish all he wanted, and as
much as the genie, couldn't dictate whether the man in
the club found him attractive or not. Nor could he
change how his father saw his homosexuality. It had been
there since he was a teenager. His father recalled him
kissing his best friend from the soccer club and set
a penance that lasted weeks. After that, he had tried
to reaffirm how disgusting it was that Martin was sexually
attracted to men. In his heart, he knew it wasn't
his father that needed to change. That would never happen.
Martin would have to change. The mist paoled In closer,
a reassuring Chloe embracing him. He wished he could find
a solution to have the strength to be himself despite
his father's pigoted nature, but he just couldn't see a
way forward. He just couldn't think of anything to wish
for that would make a difference somewhere in the midst
that engulfed him. The street in the flea market disappeared.
Closing his eyes, Martin could only hope and wonder where
he might be going this time, trusting that wherever this
genie was taking him, things would be better. Martin shifted uncomfortably.
The wooden pew he sat on got no better. He
had always wondered which sadist had designed these, as they
were obviously made to make them as painful as possible
to sit on. Without opening his eyes, he was aware
of his father's presence, the same tension crackling in the
air that was always there, the same overriding feeling of disappointment.
A voice spoke in the distance, not the disembodied voice
of the genie, but the deep, resonant and warm voice
of a man a past had not known, yet strangely familiar.
Opening his eyes slowly, a familiar, sparkling blue gaze watched
the congregation while thick lips that heated him through his
bones spoke with passion. God loves us all for who
we are. He loves us because his love beats in
all our hearts. Yet there are those who would forget
to focus on that love. It is a gift like
no other, above all others, And there is no greater
sin than to ignore the blessings that God has given you,
in whatever way he has gifted them to you. When
we hang on to our outdated, bigoted ideas, we forsake
that love. We are tainting it with our own human insecurities.
Let us remember that we are all God's children. He
has made as he wanted. He blessed us with the
ability to explore true and deep love in whatever form
that might be. The pastor paused his beautiful eyes scanning
the congregation as a fell on Martin. He seemed to
smile faintly, as if there was a mutual understanding something
he thought was private, but given his father's uncomfortable shifting,
he suspected it maybe not so much. The pastor's gaze
turned hard, almost severe, as it fell upon his father.
Before you cast out on your love for each other,
he continued, with a stern tone. Think of how your
life would be if you didn't have each other at all.
Appreciate and love the beautiful thing that you share, or
whatever level you happen to share it. The congregation sat
still with a pin dripping silence, as if focused nowhere
but on the young pastor before them. And then there
was a sudden burst of music and the spell shattered,
the congregation, joining the pastorn near him. The service seemed
to pass quickly, or maybe it was because Martin's mind
kept flicking back the two last times he had met.
Martin had never imagined he could really enjoy this, and
yet here they both were, him and the pastor. Really
that would make for an interesting conversation with his father.
But was this real? The cold realization hit him like
a lead punch to the gut. The genie had created
all of this, all of it, and chances were that
none of it was real. He was probably still sitting
next to the flea market in some sort of weird
waking trance. A bleak sadness filled his heart as he
knelt to take the Eucharist. The pastor stood before him,
offering him salvation. Martin looked up at the beautiful face
before him, so sensitive and more yes, so strong. How
could this possibly not be real? A tears stung at
Martin's cheek as he closed his eyes, accepting the blood
and the body. It's very real that returning voice of
the genie said in his head what Martin had never
expected a genie to enter church. Obviously he had been wrong,
and a grin appeared on the face next to the pastors,
framed by that exquisitely trimmed goaty beard. Does he get everywhere?
The thought leapt to Martin's mind before he could stop it,
aware of the consequences anywhere or want to go? The
voice answered, somehow weinking in its intonation, Martin closed his
eyes in a sund prayer. Definitely not a wish, just
a prayer. Opening his eyes again, Martin looked back up, disappointed,
but not surprised that the pastor and the church were gone.
He was indeed back at the end of the flea market,
sitting the colored mists circling around him, although it was
now suspiciously quiet. Martin looked down at the bottle in
his hands. Whatever the strange drug captured inside the hallucination
had been fun, but it was getting close to time
to attend the service, and faced the disappointment of his father.
Looking around him. Rosie was barroning through the crowds, clutching
some sandwich that seemed to be hemorrhaging sauce. Sorry, my lover,
Rosie said, as she approached him. So many people a
little old lady like me really struggled to get through.
Martin eyed her suspiciously. There wasn't a bone of vulnerability
in her body, he doubted very much she had even
the slightest struggle. How much for the bottle, he asked,
holding up happy to junk, she started, you can have
it for looking after the stool. Be glad to get
rid of that genie. To be honest with you, doesn't
get my head day all night. Go on, need some privacy,
Martin stared at Rosy, I sure want to say. He
suddenly wondered how many of her wishes had involved young men,
and if the genie had got involved with any of those.
Thanking Rosy, he left and then dropped the bottle off
at his apartment before returning for church, more than a
little concerned though the thoughts might drop into his mind
that a certain genie might take advantage of The bottle
had most definitely moved in his hand as he placed
it on the kitchen table, almost like an irritated child
that knew he had been left out of an event
just because taking him was too much hasshle. A thought
crashed into his mind, what about the fifth wish? I'll
save it for another day, Martin said, as he closed
the apartment door and headed back toward the church. He
was very early, but wanted to see if anything the
genie had shown him was actually true. The church building
certainly looked the same as he approached it, although the
doors were opened. That said, Martin had never turned up
to church early before, so didn't know if that was
normal or not. Once inside, Martin was surprised to see
fresh flowers. He hadn't ever noticed him in the church before.
As he took a glance around, Hi on, Chris, the
new pastor, a voice said brightly from behind, catching Martin
off guard. Turning around, Martin started to say, hi are Martin,
before his voice was cut short as his eyes sank
into the ocean's deep pools of blue that looked into his.
The pastor stopped suddenly as his caye fell on Martin's.
The air between them crackled with the electricity of unspoken lust.
It's not just me, then, I guess, Martin eventually ventured,
shattering the silence. No. Chris responded slowly, his eyes never
leaving Martin's. So you're real, Martin asked, and kay. Martin
looked around at the empty building. The word gay seemed
to be echoed strangely in the confines of the walls.
Yes on both counts, replied, that beautiful smile appearing between
those wonderful cheek bones once again, Chris took a step closer,
his hand drifting down Martin's jaw, stroking him affectionately. Suddenly
realizing that the others would turn up soon, Martin quickly said,
my father would be here soon. Oh, and he doesn't
approve of you being gay. Martin shook his head despondently. Well,
I've worked with people like that for years, Chris responded,
with his hands still resting on Martin's shoulder. We can't
change the mind straight away, but over time we can,
he smiled softly. In the meantime, I could do with
a hand to help me get familiar with everything around here,
his hand dropping reaching for Martin's, their fingers entwining tightly.
Martin thought about Chris's words, contrasted them with the advice
from the genie earlier, just how the fuck do people
get out of these messis If a genie can't do it,
then who could. Looking at the altar, he stood silent
for the longest moment, immersed with his thoughts, desperate for
a solution, and yet no one offering him anything. Suddenly,
his eyes opened wide, the revelation where it had always been,
right in front of his nose. Martin shouted to Chris
back soon as he ran out the door, toward his apartment,
toward his future, Returning to the church. Just as quickly
as he could, he managed to blurt out to Chris, Chris,
you're right. The genie was right. I know now what
I have to do to be free. I made my
last wish, but it might not get pretty. Chris looked
at him silently, else dropping to form a wordless oh.
The sound of voices arriving outside dragged their attention away
from each other. Chris moved into a natural position just
outside the door, welcoming people. Martin found himself naturally dropping
just behind him. Various faces passed by as Chris introduced himself,
welcomed them, and shook their hands. It wasn't until Martin's
father appeared that Martin pushed himself forward, indicating his intention
to Chris. As his father reached out to shake Chris's hand,
Martin appeared next to him and interceded, Father, this is
our new pastor, Chris, who also happens to be my
new boyfriend. The hard silence dropped between them. Somewhere in
the distance, Martin was sure he could hear the first
explosion of a charge within his father's mind. It was
a first step night, and thought maybe not the best one,
but it was his and that's what mattered. So I
hope you enjoyed that little fantasy. Next week something completely different.
But until next week, this is devil and wild wishing
used slacious dreams,