was emerging from Kaliaz’s hands, lean and lithe, with every line and plane sharply defined. Danny propped himself up, elbows pushing into the sand, watching his legs being reshaped by the djinn, beginning with the calves and working toward the thighs. Danny shifted his gaze to the djinn’s powerful physique—studying the broad chest that tapered to lean, narrow hips—and stopped at the djinn’s sexual equipment.
The thick prong was still half-hard, and temptingly close. Danny put his right hand on that prong. Kaliaz grunted; now he was working on Danny’s hips. Danny grinned, ran his tongue over the smooth, even curve of his teeth. Then, with a supple twist of his now-muscular torso, Danny brought his head to Kaliaz’s prong and engulfed half its length.
“Wait—I haven’t achieved completion—I’m not finished yet,” the djinn protested, but Danny clamped his lips around the shaft and sucked hard. The shaft responded with a swelling, stiffening surge. “A moment more,” said the djinn. Danny sucked harder, began working his tongue on the mouthful of warm meat. The djinn tried to detach Danny, but Danny’s rebuilt muscles overcame the djinn’s token effort.
“Well, if you insist,” said Kaliaz. “I just have to finish this—and this—and this.”
Danny sucked harder, felt the shaft stiffen to full hardness. He kept on sucking that magnificent shaft as he felt fingers sink into his own organs, kept on as the djinn finished his work. Danny sucked even harder, bobbed his head faster and faster as Kaliaz’s hips began to pump.
A few more strokes—two more—another—and the djinn went rigid, every powerful muscle straining—straining—until his shaft erupted in a sperm-squirting orgasm that went on and on and on, while Danny hungrily drank down mouthful after mouthful—until, at last, he sucked the djinn dry.
“Wow,” sighed Kaliaz, falling back onto the sand.
“Yeah,” Danny said. He sucked the last of the slippery cream from his teeth, swallowed, and took a deep breath. “There was quite a lot of it, too.”
“It has been a long time since…yes. But you were so eagerly—even hungrily—servicing my shaft that, while working on yours, I was perhaps carried away.”
Danny glanced down his lean-muscled torso to his own prong, now stiffly erect. “Wow—I must be almost a foot long, easy, and—and—” He slid his right hand down to grasp his shaft, explored his testicles with his left. “—and balls to match.”
“Here, then; I will re-shape your—” The djinn reached for Danny’s shaft, but Danny caught the djinn’s thick wrists.
The youth opened his mouth to protest, then closed it as his gaze met Kaliaz’s. Kaliaz tried again; Danny tensed his own lean muscles, holding his own yet realizing that, though stronger than he had been, he was still no match for Kaliaz if the powerfully muscled djinn really exerted himself. Danny started to word a protest, then inspiration struck: he grinned, then asked, “Jealous?”
“Well, I am at that.” The djinn relaxed, pulled his hands back, and rubbed his own long, thick shaft. “You are somewhat over-endowed now. Are you really sure that…?”
Danny grinned. “Lemme check something.” He raised his shoulders, tensed the hard ripple of abdominal muscles, curling up his hips until his shaft thrust his glans into his mouth. He licked the velvety skin for a moment, then tightened his lips and applied suction.
After a moment, Danny uncurled himself, pulled his glans from his mouth, and grinned at Kaliaz. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he sighed. “It’s perfect, just the way it is now. Anyway, you’re still an inch, maybe two, longer than me.”
Kaliaz nodded. “Ah—yes. But—”
Danny 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
