The Handjob Genie

(I'm a non-native new writer, just want to share a silly idea I had that turned into a short story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and want to see more, thanks for reading.)

Chapter 1

As a 26-year-old single guy, l enjoyed masturbating like most others at my age. After all, what other ways can relieve stress better than jerking out a satisfying load? I also considered myself pretty good at it. Sure, some guys would argue a blowjob is the real deal when it comes to sexual satisfaction, but I'm always fascinated by hands more than a wet mouth or a tight ass. The hand is an amazing organ, with its five independent digits, they can work over a penis' every inch in so many ways.

Rubbing, pinching, scratching, the possibilities are what makes a handjob versatile and so much fun. No matter how good someone blew or rode me, it was always a pair of capable hands that could give me the kind of pleasure that no other thing could.

It was a typical morning. With nothing better to do, I was jerking off at my small apartment as usual after a sleepless night. I had the whole day off from work and decided to spend it in the most pleasurable way possible. As I was lying in bed, stroking my hardening shaft up and down with my eyes closed, I suddenly jumped when a voice spoke out of nowhere.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself there, buddy."

"What the fuck!?" I yelped while turning my head from one side to another. "Who's that!?"

"I'm right here, man."

I was shocked to find a naked man beside me. He's an incredibly sexy man, with a handsome chiseled face and a Greek God-like body. Except his skin was blue and he was floating in the air. The 'man' gave me a smirk, and it took my brain a few more seconds to react.

"Who... What the hell are you!?" I yelled while covering my rigid dick with a nearby blanket.

"Hey, there's no need to panic, man! I'm a genie! You can call me John, by the way."

He said, flashing me a grin and a thumb up while looking down at my naked form in mid-air. I was too dumbfounded to reply, so I just kept staring at him with a blank look. He seemed to realize my brain had short-circuited, so he kept talking without waiting for my response.

"Hey there, Scott. Nice to meet you, man! As you could probably tell, I'm a genie and I'm here to make your dreams come true!" He said with a wink, still floating in mid-air no matter how many times I blinked.

I looked past the man and saw the antique lamp on the shelf I bought a few days ago. I just thought it looked cool and would make a nice decorative piece in my room. Now a damn genie had popped out of it?

"My dreams...?" I asked while still looking at him suspiciously. Maybe I was dreaming about this whole thing, I did have a few drinks last night... But the genie, John, continued as he floated close to my face, and I could vividly feel his breath on my face.

"Yup, your deepest darkest desire. You love jerking off, Scott. But you're not satisfied with jerking yourself. You want to feel others' hands on you and get other men off as well. Isn't that right?" The genie's voice suddenly became low and took on a dark tone, the glint in his eyes changing from playful to dangerous in an instant.

"How do you know that!?" I was shocked, suddenly feeling exposed and threatened.

"I know everything about you. Your passion and desire are what drew me out of the lamp."

I still was not sure if it was a dream or not, but I couldn't deny the truth. This genie guy was right, I did always fantasize about having someone getting me off with their hands. But more than that, I want to feel another man's cock in my hand, stroking it until he cums uncontrollably, watching him moan and writhe with pleasure that my hands gave him.

"But, what can you do anyway? I mean, I'm a socially awkward guy, in case you don't know. And like, I'm not ugly, but not attractive enough to..." I started rambling, but the genie cut me off with a finger pressed to my lips.

"Well, let's say I can grant you powers to get any guy off as long as you wish."

I couldn't help but blush at the gesture. The feeling of his finger on my face was so real, maybe this wasn't a dream. But the situation was still too absurd for me to comprehend.

"Powers? Like what? Why me anyway?"

I asked skeptically. The genie chuckled as he circled me in the air like he was a fairy in a Disney movie instead of a hunky blue man.

"First of all, I'm a sex genie, sexual energy is what I feed on. And I specialize in the art of handjobs. I could sense your passion in it, which means we'll make a great pair. I can grant you my powers, and the more guys you jerk off and the harder you make them blow their loads with your hands, the more powerful we'll become." He said before flicking his forefinger on my forehead, making me yelp. "And no, you aren't dreaming, man."

I stared at the genie, John, as the words slowly sank in. I've kinda given up on trying to make sense of the situation, but the idea was hot. Hotter than anything that's happened in my boring life so far. "So what exactly are these powers?" I asked.

John grinned. "Oh, lots of things. But before I can let you in on the details, you need to make the decision first, Scott. We need to make a contract and don't worry, I'm not a demon and won't steal your soul or anything." The blue-skinned man grinned, still floating casually before me. He stared at me expectantly, his blue eyes shining and shimmering with a faint mysterious light.

I stared blankly at the man for about 5 seconds before my mouth moved on its own.

"Uh, what the hell. Okay, sure."

The genie grinned, the glow in his blue eyes burning brighter for a second as he extended his hand toward me.

"Fantastic. Then let's sign the contract, Scott."

I thought we're gonna shake hands, but he reached down and suddenly grabbed my half-hard dick in his blue hand, drawing a surprised gasp from me.

"Wait, what are you doing?!"

"Signing the contract, of course, man."

He squeezed my shaft a little, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. He started pumping my hardening cock up and down without wasting time. His hand was slick and wet for some unknown reason, and his grip was firm with just the right amount of pressure.

"Uhnnn, god, that feels good." I moaned, closing my eyes as my body began to relax into the touch. My cock grew hard and rigid at an alarming speed. John smiled at my 7-inch uncut erection throbbing in his hand and continued the slow stroking. "That's it. Enjoy it, Scott. Relax, I've got you. Let me show you a few of my abilities."

John's hands were now glowing in a faint blue light, and I suddenly felt every nerve endings in my dick come alive. His hand slid over my whole length smoothly, massaging the throbbing shaft, then rubbing the sensitive spot right under the head, and finally gliding across the smooth tip, before going back down to the base.

The skill and fluidity in his handjob was like nothing I've ever felt before. I was moaning and writhing on the bed as he expertly rubbed and jerked me, driving me crazy with pleasure. After just a few seconds, I was reduced to a panting and shivering mess as the man pumped my throbbing cock expertly. Suddenly, my balls drew up and an orgasm hit me hard, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I let out a loud moan, my toes curled as my seed spurted into his stroking hand, shooting out in long thick ropes.

"Aah, fuck yes!" I moaned and writhed as he jerked me through the orgasm, which seemed to last way longer than usual.

"There we go. It's done, Scott. Our contract is now complete."

My cock was still throbbing as the last drop of cum dribbled out from the slit. John then raised his palm in front of my face, showing the puddle of white gooey mess covering his hand. I watched in amazement as the creamy jizz seemed to glow, before being absorbed into his palm.

"Your semen is now the sign of our contract, Scott. From this moment onwards, your wish is my command. I shall serve you for as long as you live."

John said as he licked his hand clean. His eyes were glowing in bright blue and his whole body seemed to glow and shine, the blue pupils filled with power and lust.

"You taste good, Scott." He grinned, "I'm excited to start our journey together. Master."

"Woah." That was all I said when I could speak again. The orgasm John jerked out of me was incredible, I could still feel the pleasure tingling in my body.

"I must say, Scott. Your jizz is very potent. You will do well." The genie praised, his eyes roaming over my body in appreciation. I blushed and nodded. John was handsome as hell, I would totally fall for him if he wasn't... well, blue.

"So... what now?" I asked after I caught my breath.

John grinned and snapped his fingers, and a scroll appeared in mid-air beside him.

"This is a list of your powers and abilities. But as you can see, most of them are blank for now. That's because you'll need to gain EXP to unlock more of them." John said with a smug look.

"...Huh?"

The genie seemed simultaneously amused and annoyed by my reaction.

"Yeah, man. Experience Points! Like those video game thing you mortals in this generation seem to love? You'll have to jerk guys off to gain EXP, and once you've got enough, you'll level up and unlock more abilities. Man, you really can't appreciate the effort I put into adjusting to your era."

After a floating blue guy jerked me off out of nowhere, I'd stopped questioning whatever the genie said, so I just went along with it. After all, seemed like he was the one who made the rule in this whole thing.

"Ok... let me see..." I read through the unfolded scroll. There were only two lines on it for now.

Charm. As long as you offer, no man would refuse your invitation to sexual activity regardless of their sexual orientation and personality.

Vision. Your eyes can see the erogenous zones highlighted on a man's body.

"Ok, that's cool." Was all I could say. It was like cheat codes in real life, almost too good to be true. Does that make me a sex magnet and have some kind of erotic X-ray eyes? But like everything else that's happened this morning so far, I guess I'll just have to open my mind and go with it.

"Of course it's cool." John grinned. "Now, let's go and get yourself some EXP, man!" The genie said. "There's this guy, Chris, who lives a few doors away. I bet you could get a load of that guy in no time! That's a saying, right?"

Without waiting for my response, John floated through the wall before my eyes, leaving me naked and alone in my bedroom.

I was left in silence, my mind still not fully comprehending the whole situation. But my limp cock was still tingling from the orgasm his blue hand had pulled out of me, and I couldn't wake myself up no matter how many times I pinched myself. I could've just lie down and go back to sleep, pretending this was a very weird and vivid wet dream. But a part of me wants what the genie said to be true. I wanted to see where it would lead. "What the hell." I shrugged. "If I'm in a fever dream, I might as well enjoy it."

After cleaning myself and getting dressed, I followed the genie outside and walked down the hallway of my apartment building.

"Oh by the way, you're the only one who could see and feel my presence, and I can read your thoughts. So don't try to talk to me in public or you'll be in trouble, my guy." John said as he floated forward beside me. I nodded and thought 'good to know', earning an approving chuckle from the genie.

Soon I was standing in front of Chris' door, feeling unsure and questioning my life choices. I barely knew the guy, the most interaction we've had was greeting each other with a nod in the hallway. I didn't even know his last name, and now I'm standing in his doorway hoping to get my hands on the guy's dick.

"He won't call the cops on you, man. Go on, it'll be fun." John urged, poking me in the side.

I've come this far with this blue weirdo, to hell with it. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, Chris opened it.

"Hey, can I help you?"

Chris was a good-looking guy, probably in his late twenties. He had a chiseled face covered with stubble, short scruffy brown hair, and a fit muscular body. I remembered seeing him carrying a surfboard a few times, and he definitely fits a surfer's image. Chris was wearing a tight black tank top and grey sweatpants, giving me a good view of his lean and muscular physique.

I never noticed how hot he looked.

"Uh, hey. I'm... Scott. I lived a few doors away from you." I greeted awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah I remember you, Scott. Hey man, what's up? You need something?" Chris replied with a bright smile, making my heart fluttered a little.

"Uh yeah. I was wondering if you, uh..." I trailed off, how the hell could I just ask someone I barely know to let me jerk him off? I jumped when John poked me in the side again, and the words tumbled out.

"You look... tense, man. Do you want a helping hand? For... stress relief?"

I cringed at my own words, thinking I'd doomed my social life and reputation. But instead of busting my face and kicking me out like a normal man should, Chris just blinked once and let out a small laugh, reacting like I just asked him about the weather.

"Wow, straight to the point huh? Sure, why not? I'm feeling pent-up lately anyway. Come on in."

My mouth hung open in shock when Chris turned and walked into his apartment, leaving the door open for me and giving me a good view of his firm ass. I glanced at John, who was grinning smugly, and motioned for me to go in.

"You didn't believe me? This is your life now, man. Now go get that stud off. You know you want to."

I nodded and entered the apartment, closing the door behind me. I turned and saw Chris was already stripping, pulling his tank top over his head and revealing his muscular body. I was mesmerized by his well-toned torso, which was a beautiful golden bronze color and rippled with bulging muscles, not to mention the sexy V-line leading down to the waistband of his tight sweatpants.

"You're really hot, man." I found myself saying, something I usually would never say to a stranger. Chris let out a chuckle, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Thanks. You're not bad yourself, man." He said while walking closer, flexing his impressive chest and arm muscles. "Now, help me get these off."

He stepped close, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand towards his crotch. I let him guide my hand onto the waistband of his sweatpants, and we both tugged it down together, making the hardening cock spring free.

I gasped in awe as the erection slapped onto his six packs. Chris was sporting a big hard 8-inch dick, which was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum. The shaft was thick and veiny, with a nice bulbous head, and his full balls looked heavy with seed. My jaw was still hanging when he kicked his pants away, now completely naked and showing off his incredible body with a smirk.

"I know it's a nice view, but I don't have all day, man." Chris chuckled. "C'mon, show me what you can offer."

I was still a bit dumbfounded at the fact that a total stranger was letting me do this to him in his apartment. But the sight of his gorgeous cock snapped me back into the present, and I reached out to grasp his girth, marveling at how rock-hard the warm shaft was.

"Ahh, fuck. Yeah, just like that."

Chris groaned as I began stroking his cock gingerly, feeling it throb and pulsate in my hand. I used both hands, one to fondle his full balls, the other stroking the rock-hard meat. The cock felt incredibly warm, the veins throbbed against my palm and the precum was dripping freely from the slit, lubing his cock and my fingers.

"Damn, you're good." Chris moaned. My heart swelled with a sense of pride, and I was getting incredibly turned on, watching the hot stud squirm and groan from my touch. I started pumping him faster, twisting my hand when it reached his cockhead in the way I liked when I masturbated. Chris threw his head back, his legs were shaking and his hips started thrusting, fucking my fist.

"F-fuck, keep going." He panted, his face flushed with pleasure. I was breathing heavily now, arousal and excitement coursed through my body, and my own dick was rock-hard and tenting in my pants. The power and control I had over this beautiful man was thrilling, and I was loving every second of it.

Suddenly, I remembered the other ability is that scroll. I was curious to see if that really worked, so I focused and concentrated, trying to feel or see something different. To my surprise, my vision flickered and some red glows appeared on the stud's body, highlighting the erogenous zones.

The first was his nipples, which were looking very pink and perky. I let one hand go of his cock and cupped his pecs, rubbing and pinching the hard nub between my fingers. Chris moaned loudly, and I felt his cock pulsating harder in my hand.

"Y-yeah, play with my nipples, man."

I did as he said, and the effect was amazing. Chris's face contorted with pleasure and his hips jerked, his cock swelled bigger and harder. I could tell he was close already, he really was pent-up, it seemed. My eyes wandered down to his crotch, and I saw another glowing spot on his inner thighs.

Letting go of the hand playing with the hard nub on his pecs, I reached down and massaged his inner thigh, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles. Chris's hips bucked and his whole body spasmed, the muscles in his legs were flexing and clenching.

"Oh fuck! How... Shit, I'm close!"

He cried out and started fucking my hand with abandon, his thick cock slid up and down between my fingers, and his big balls bounced around in their sack. Chris's breathing was becoming erratic, and his whole body was tensed and ready to blow. Using the knowledge about his body I'd just learned, I rubbed the inner side of his right thigh and leaned in, teasing his left nipple with my tongue. At the same time, my hand on his cock quickened its pace, jacking him off at a rapid speed.

"Ahh, f-fuck!"

Chris's whole body convulsed, and he let out a loud groan. His hips pumped up and his cock swelled even bigger, then the shaft twitched violently and exploded. His hot creamy cum burst out of the cockhead and sprayed all over my hand, covering it in his sticky white jizz. I gasped as the warm and thick semen splattered over my skin, feeling a sudden surge of power flowing through my body.

This was the first time I'd made a man cum with my hands. And the feeling was amazing.

"Ooh yeah, that's it. Shoot for me." I muttered, my dick was rock-hard and twitching in my pants.

"F-fuck..." Chris panted, his knees wobbled and he had to lean against the wall. I kept pulling and tugging on his spurting cock, drawing more ropes of cum out. Chris let out a weak whimper as his dick shot a last few strands of white jizz onto his abs, before finally going limp in my hand.

"Fuck, dude." He gasped, a dopey smile was on his handsome face. "That was a hell of a stress relief. You seem to know exactly where to touch me, holy shit."

I grinned and nodded, licking the cum off my hand.

"Glad you enjoyed it, man. Maybe we can do this again sometime."

"Hell yeah," Chris replied. "I think we should do this more often. You know where to find me, man."

I grinned and gave him a pat on his chest, smearing his own cum onto his pecs. "You bet. Thanks for the load, Chris."

After I left and returned to my room, John reappeared next to me, that annoying smug grin plastered on his face.

"So, what was it like to live out your dream, Scott?"

I simply nodded without a word. I felt powerful and satisfied after the encounter with Chris, like I was riding the high of some amazing drug. That was the first penis I'd gotten off other than my own, and the feeling was better than any wet dreams I'd ever had. My hand was still sticky with the remains of the surfer's cum, and the musky smell was making me light-headed. It seemed the genie knew exactly how I was feeling without needing to hear my word.