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. “I’m supposed to be servicing your lusts, not getting you to do things for me—hey! That’s why you got bottled in the first place, isn’t it, hurting studs who didn’t deserve it, just for the fun of it?”
Kaliaz looked down, shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Well—yes.”
“And whoever bottled you might still be around.… Look: no wishes, okay? Servicing you—and getting serviced, yes.”
“Okay.” Kaliaz looked up and met Danny’s gaze.
Steve reached out cautiously, touched Danny’s chest, turned to Kaliaz, stroked the djinn’s stiff cock, and turned back to Danny. “When I saw you before, you looked—anyway, I was waiting for a john who wants me to set up a little orgy for him; and if he’d seen you with me, the way you looked then, he’d think—you know. But now…”
“Did he show up?” asked Danny.
“A few minutes after you left. It’s all set for tomorrow. Are you two dudes—available?”
Danny and Kaliaz looked at each other. The djinn raised one eyebrow; Danny nodded, turned to Steve, and said, “Sure. Kaliaz and me, we need work. And it’ll take you and me both to keep him out of trouble. You got a place?”
“Just up the beach. Plenty of room for you two dudes to move in with me. Wanta take a look?”
“Of course,” said Kaliaz. “Let’s go.” He unwound his turban, spread it out on the sand. “All aboard; I’ll—what’s the word?—drive; Steve, you point which way to go. Danny—”
“—I’ll grab our clothes—”
“—and away we go.”
They went: Kaliaz sitting cross-legged at the front; Steve on his knees, holding onto to Kaliaz’s shoulders and giving directions; then Danny, holding onto anything within reach. The flying turban—now a white, flying carpet—soared into the sea breeze, along the beach—undulating a little as a crosswind caught it. Danny shivered as that wind whipped over his naked body, held on tighter when they swooped down to an isolated house overlooking the beach.
Inside Steve’s house, Danny dropped their clothes on a chair, along with the bottle of SAE 20W-40 oil. Kaliaz started to rewind his turban, stopped, shrugged his powerful shoulders, then folded it up and tossed it on the other clothes. Steve stopped in front of a full length mirror, struck a pose, then turned to Kaliaz and Danny.
“Maybe see how we—you know. I mean, I’m not—you know—that way; I only do it for the money, but—” He glanced down at his stiffening cock, took a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh. “Look, it’s—I mean, I’ve got a pretty good build—I wouldn’t need as much work as—as Danny here did, but—but my hair’s getting a bit thin on top, and if I didn’t have to bleach it so often…”
Danny saw Kaliaz raise one eyebrow, then the other. The naked pair grinned at each other, then at Steve, who licked his lips nervously as Kaliaz reached for the bodybuilder’s head.
“My pecs too—that’s it—they’re thick enough, but if they came together—yeah, that’s it—and a little tighter—yeah,” Steve said. “And my abs—more definition—perfect. And then—down
