Extreme Tales of Gay Sex, Cannibalism, and Torture. Felix Lance Falcon
said, “Come on—try it yourself. Roll onto your back—that’s it—now curl your hips up and over, so—that’s it—so your hips are right over your head and shoulders. Okay—raise your head—curl harder—you got it!” The youth watched Kaliaz take his own glans, suck for a few strokes, then straighten his torso and drop hips and legs onto the sand again.
“I never tried that before—it’ll take some getting used to,” Kaliaz panted. “But now, while I’m recharging…”
“Yeah? Well look, stud; we gotta get a few things straightened out.”
“You wish a token of gratitude for your servicing of my shaft?”
Danny grinned. “I had as much fun doing you as you had getting done. Maybe even more. I have never, never—ever—swallowed a load like yours before. And you tasted better than anybody else I ever sucked off—good thing, too: I think I must have swallowed a pint of your ball-juices. But we gotta get real: living out here on the beach isn’t going to hack it; I got a place, but it’s too small for both of us. We need a bigger place to live in and more money than I’m earning now to live on—practical stuff like that, if I’m gonna take care of your prong—and the rest of you—properly.”
“You talk; I’ll suck.” The djinn rolled onto Danny’s legs, chest muscles warm against Danny’s thighs. Danny propped himself up on his elbows to watch as, in one smooth slurp, the naked djinn took Danny’s shaft to the hilt. He sucked for a moment, then pulled back. “This way, I can listen but I can’t—” He took Danny’s shaft again, sucked hard, then released it, got up on his knees, and seated himself astride Danny’s thighs. The djinn licked his lips, grinned, and said, “I have a better idea; I’ll suck you off later. Right now, we both need to talk—”
Danny saw the fingers of Kaliaz’s right hand close on a bottle that materialized in mid-air—a plastic bottle marked SAE 20W-40. The djinn poured oil on his left hand, poured more on Danny’s shaft, then set the bottle in mid-air, where it remained, as if on an invisible shelf. Fascinated, Danny watched his rock-hard shaft being lubricated from glans to hilt.
“Now, in this position—” Kaliaz rose up on his knees, shifted himself toward Danny’s head, and carefully impaled himself on Danny’s hard shaft. “—I can talk too.” The djinn plucked a towel from the air, carefully wiped his hands, and draped the towel over the bottle. He settled himself onto Danny’s shaft and sucked his lean stomach into a concave ripple of hard muscle. Danny felt powerful muscles squeeze his shaft, relax, squeeze again. “Well?”
“Wow,” Danny sighed. “But why that stuff? I thought you’d go for something exotic, like—”
“I don’t make things—” Kaliaz gestured at the bottle and towel. “—I just take what’s close by, or I reshape whatever—and whoever’s available.”
“Is that how you learned English? You’re getting better at it, too.” Danny lay back onto the sun-warmed sand and slid both hands over the taut layer of pectoral muscle that sheathed his newly-broadened chest. He thrust his rigid prong up into the djinn, who squirmed as Danny pulled back, thrust again. “You okay?”
Kaliaz nodded. “How about you?”
“I—I haven’t much room to—you know—go in and out.”
“Want to get on top?”
“Sure,” said Danny. “Next time we can do it like this, but…”
Still impaled on Danny’s shaft, the djinn leaned forward, caught the weight of his torso on his hands, then his elbows as his chest settled down onto Danny’s. With a squirm and a wriggle, Kaliaz rolled their locked bodies onto their sides, then onto his back with Danny on top. Kaliaz hooked his legs around Danny’s waist. Danny’s hands, knees, and toes pressed into the warm sand; his torso lay on the naked djinn’s. Danny cautiously pulled back till only the tip of his prong was inside Kaliaz, then slid himself hilt-deep again.
“You—you do go in deep,” Kaliaz sighed. “Nice and deep.”
“Well—I’ll find out how that feels when you spike my butt—like I said, you’re still longer and thicker than me.”
Danny thrust again; Kaliaz met the thrust with a squirm of his splendidly muscled torso. Danny settled easily into a slow, deep-thrusting rhythm, going all the way in to the hilt of his shaft with each stroke. He said: “Even if you can’t build us a fancy Arabian Nights-type palace, there are usually a few for sale in Beverly Hills or Hollywood, but the prices are way out of sight. I think we ought to aim for a two-bedroom place near the beach.”
As Danny’s shaft slid in and out, the impaled djinn said, “Of course, I can collect money the same way I did the oil, but—”
“That much money, all at once, the IRS would notice; and it’d be kinda hard on the folks you take money from—no, we gotta get steady work, like…” He grinned as inspiration struck, and the djinn responded by squeezing Danny’s prong extra hard. Danny tried to hold back his coming eruption, and found—to his surprise—that he could.
“Like—what?”
“Like what we’re doing now, only with other guys, and charge them for it. You take care of guys that go for big body-builders, and I’ll do guys that like the younger, lighter look. As soon as the word gets around, we’ll make all the money we need and have all the sex we want, and—”
“—we won’t attract too much attention while we’re at it. Okay, then,” said the naked djinn, meeting every thrust of Danny’s shaft, “let’s do it!”
“But first,” said Danny, speeding his stroke, “we gotta finish this fuck.”
And they did: Danny came to a boil, erupted, and pumped himself dry; he and Kaliaz uncoupled; and Danny found his prong still hard, ready for another round.
“One problem,” said Danny, as stood up and wiped himself off with another towel the djinn had plucked from the air. “Two, actually: a place to take our customers, and customers to take there. I think we need advice from an established pro. There’s Steve…”
“Steve?” Kaliaz finished drying his own shaft, then made both towels vanish.
“Steve. Works out and it shows. Acts like a real muscle-head sometimes. He—well—he knows his way around, but…yeah, let’s talk to him.”
Kaliaz frowned for a moment, looking toward the fishing pier. “Built like?”
“Nice muscles, about half-way between your size and mine.”
“Blond hair, dark roots?”
Danny nodded—and suddenly Steve was there, naked, and looking stunned. Danny said, “Better get his clothes too,” and—just as suddenly—they appeared alongside him, then fell in a heap on the sand.
“I’m—I’m dreaming, right?” asked the blond bodybuilder.
“Wrong,” said Danny. “This is for real. After you told me to beat it, I found this bottle in the sand, and…”
When the story ended, Steve said, “Hey, dude, I didn’t realize…”
“Realize what?” asked Kaliaz.
“Just before we met, he just shooed me away without even setting a price. So—”
“And you want me to punish him?” Kaliaz flashed a smile that Danny thought had too many teeth in it. “I could make him thin and scrawny, the way you were before, or even worse—”
“But—but.” Danny stopped, took a deep breath. “Look, if he hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have tripped over your bottle and smashed it, and you’d still be inside. And if you hadn’t gotten out, and…” Danny slid his hands down his now-well-muscled chest and on down to grip his rock-hard shaft. “I’m mad at him—and at the same time, I’m grateful to him. Besides…” He studied the djinn for a moment.