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Sometimes, the journey back is the path to freedom.
After twelve long years, Jake is finally ready to confront the demons of his past. Leaving his hometown behind was a necessity—one that shielded him from the suffocating bigotry that stifled his true self and desires. But tonight, he returns, determined to reclaim his identity and put the shadows of his past to rest once and for all.In
"Homecoming Passion," Jake steps back into a world that once rejected him, but he’s not the same man who left. With newfound confidence and a fierce determination, he seeks to embrace the passions he was forced to hide. As he navigates the familiar streets, he encounters old friends and unexpected allies, all while igniting a spark of desire that had long been dormant.
As Jake reconnects with his past, he discovers that love and acceptance can flourish even in the most unlikely places. Will he find the courage to embrace his true self amidst the echoes of prejudice? Or will the ghosts of bigotry threaten to pull him back into the shadows?
Join Jake on a powerful journey of self-discovery, passion, and the liberating force of love in "Homecoming Passion."---This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only.---Revisit the past and awaken your desires. Download "Homecoming Passion" today and experience a tale of courage, redemption, and the intoxicating power of love. 🌈🔥🔗
Sometimes, the journey back is the path to freedom.
After twelve long years, Jake is finally ready to confront the demons of his past. Leaving his hometown behind was a necessity—one that shielded him from the suffocating bigotry that stifled his true self and desires. But tonight, he returns, determined to reclaim his identity and put the shadows of his past to rest once and for all.In
"Homecoming Passion," Jake steps back into a world that once rejected him, but he’s not the same man who left. With newfound confidence and a fierce determination, he seeks to embrace the passions he was forced to hide. As he navigates the familiar streets, he encounters old friends and unexpected allies, all while igniting a spark of desire that had long been dormant.
As Jake reconnects with his past, he discovers that love and acceptance can flourish even in the most unlikely places. Will he find the courage to embrace his true self amidst the echoes of prejudice? Or will the ghosts of bigotry threaten to pull him back into the shadows?
Join Jake on a powerful journey of self-discovery, passion, and the liberating force of love in "Homecoming Passion."---This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only.---Revisit the past and awaken your desires. Download "Homecoming Passion" today and experience a tale of courage, redemption, and the intoxicating power of love. 🌈🔥🔗
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Speaker 1 (00:24):
Hi, it is Devlin. I want to take a moment
before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't
skip this notice. It's just too important to ignore. As
you may already know, recently, several adult podcasts just like
Central Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These
(00:48):
weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down
by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We
have seen this before, when YouTube remove my video channel,
when SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice,
no warning. They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands
(01:14):
of listeners frustrated. It is part of an ongoing assault
by the powers that be to censor anything they deem
unsuitable for you to enjoy. So to make sure you
never missed an episode, the only way I can guarantee
you'll always have access to your favorite stories is by
(01:35):
downloading the Central Awakenings app. It's safe, private, nonsensored, and
completely commercial free, just the way stories for consenting grown
ups are meant to be. It doesn't matter if you
are on an Android or an Apple phone. You can
just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's
(01:56):
notes or visit me at wild Inbed dot com and
follow the links there to download the app. Thank you
for listening and thank you for staying with me. So
for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi,
(02:25):
it is Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild
and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and
fingered looking good fantasies. I'm so in tonight's story. Martin
has selected the next fantasy with the genie, but he's
(02:47):
still only three wishes in and he hasn't even approached
the eternal problem of his father and who is struggling
with his sexuality. You can know this podcast is best
in you anoid, laying on your bed, loose in your
clothes and put your earbuds in and close your eyes
(03:09):
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
your body. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure,
just go ahead and take an eye's deep breath and
hold it for a moment and then letting go of
(03:30):
his siyeh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For
the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and
my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time to release your
inner passions as you listen to my voice and veil
(03:54):
the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show.
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 orgy of shadows that
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danced around the walls. In the middle was a bed,
but not just any beat, but one dripping with opulence.
Martin had to say it was probably the most comfortable
looking bed he had ever seen. King's size may be
California King, with a thick, plush comforter and big, inviting,
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fluffy pillows. Even in the room's darkness, the bedding seemed
to glow warmly, inviting him closer. Martin's finger tips caressed
the material, groaning at the silky and enticing touch at
the bedding. Suddenly, the mattress shifted, taking Martin aback. His
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sparkling blue eyes watched him with an 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'd see it through, Martin as the
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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 gru under the fingertip that
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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
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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
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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 shirt fall open.
The strange His gaze dropped away, a tiny smile playing
on his lips, before kissing gently over his chest until
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he reached Martin's nipple. He sparked on Martin's body and
his legs buck called slightly as a man's warm, gritty
tongue teased around his erect nuve. Holy shit, Martin uttered
as this man continued persecuting his electrified nipple with deliciously
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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
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the darkness as a man spoke with a hint of
a smile, bending his lips. If you're going to fuck
my ass, let's give you a little spit to get
you started, he said, as his head dipped lower, his
eyes peering into Martins as his lips slid along martin shaft.
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The sensation of his stubble 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
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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
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his buttons firmly against Martin's cock, gyrating 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
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yourself into me slowly. I viewed some of your CBD, loube,
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
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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 ass apart, forming a welcome
invitation for Martin's rock hard erection. He poured in Martin's belly,
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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
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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
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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 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
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pair of dark brown eyes appeared in the reflection, hovering
just over Martin's show. Her face followed world 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
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if the smell of the sea beat loop grew stronger
as he felt a hard, long cock pressing against him
as a genie parted his buttocks, spreading him, readying him.
Martin held his breath, his heart pounding inside his chest
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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,
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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,
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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 waves of pleasure moving through Martin's body
and fulfilling a lifetime of dreams and fantasies that he
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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 a while,
he whimpered and gasped, watching the three faces in the mirror,
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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,
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pushing over that spot, just making the need more desperate.
Without warning, he erupted, flooding the stranger with cume 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
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other at Martin's body quivering, his chest swimming 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
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moan 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,
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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
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pleasure and forcing the last drops of 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
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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 shocked wide open. The colored mists rolled
around him in what Martin would only describe as a
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lazy way. Confused, he was a mindful 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,
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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
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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
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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
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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 stung at his eyes. Even
in this moment, he was not safe. He could not
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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. A
truth stole into his mind. There was no miracle that
would change his father. He could wish all he wanted,
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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 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
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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 pulled in closer,
a reassuring cloe embracing him. He wished he could find
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a solution, to have the strength to be himself despite
his father's bigoted 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 mist
that engulfed him, the street in the flea market disappeared.
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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
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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
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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, my familiar, sparkling blue gaze watched
the congregation while thick lips heated him through his bones,
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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
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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 us as he wanted. He blessed us with the
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ability to explore true and deep love in whatever form
that might be. The pastor paused his beautiful eyes scanning
the congregation. As a fellow 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
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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
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the beautiful thing that you share on whatever level you
happen to share it. The congregation sat still with a
pin dripping silence, as if focus nowhere but on the
young pastor before them. And then there was a sudden
burst of music and the spell shattered, the congregation joining
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the pastorn at 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
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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
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in some sort of weird waking trance o bleaque. Sadness
filled his heart as he knelt to take the echarist.
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?
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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 rather exquisitely trimmed goaty beard.
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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, weaking in
its intonation, Martin closed his eyes in a silent prayer.
Definitely not a wish, just a prayer. Opening his eyes again,
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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
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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.
Rosy was barroning through the crowds, clutching some sandwich that
seemed to be hemorrhaging sauce. Sorry, my lover, Rosie said,
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as she approached him. So many people a little old
lady like me really struggles 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 of the bottle, he asked, holding up Happy's
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of junk, She started, You can have it for looking
after the store. 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
Rosie as sure what to say. He suddenly wondered how
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many of her wishes had involved young men and if
the genie had got involved with any of those. Thanking Rosie,
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
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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 hassle. 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
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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 open,
but said Martin had never turned up to church early before,
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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,
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Martin started to say, hi, Am Martin, before his voice
was cut short as his eyes sank into the ocean's
deep pools of blue that looked into his. The past
had stopped suddenly as his caye fell on Martin's. The
air between them crackled with the electricity of unspoken lust.
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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
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to be echoed strangely in the confines of the walls.
Yes on both counts, Chris replied, that beautiful smile appearing
between those wonderful cheap bones once again. Chris took a
step closer, his hand drifting down Martin's jaw, stroking him affectionately.
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Suddenly realizing that the others would turn up soon, Martin
quickly said, my father will 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.
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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 and contrasted
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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
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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,
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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,
his mouth dropping to form a wordless oh. The sound
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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 himse self naturally dropping just behind him.
Various faces passed by as Chris introduced himself, welcomed them,
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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 wom and interceded, father, this is our new pastor, Chris,
who also happens to be my new boyfriend. The hard
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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, Martin thought,
maybe not the best one, but it was his and
that's what mattered. So I hope you enjoyed that little fantasy.
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Next week something completely different. But until next week, this
is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams. As you
have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now and
download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure
(31:16):
free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view.
You can find the links in this show's notes or
by visiting wildibed dot com. The over acted catactic a
Hi, it is Devlin. I want to take a moment
before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't
skip this notice. It's just too important to ignore. As
you may already know, recently, several adult podcasts just like
Central Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These
(00:48):
weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down
by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We
have seen this before, when YouTube remove my video channel,
when SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice,
no warning. They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands
(01:14):
of listeners frustrated. It is part of an ongoing assault
by the powers that be to censor anything they deem
unsuitable for you to enjoy. So to make sure you
never missed an episode, the only way I can guarantee
you'll always have access to your favorite stories is by
(01:35):
downloading the Central Awakenings app. It's safe, private, nonsensored, and
completely commercial free, just the way stories for consenting grown
ups are meant to be. It doesn't matter if you
are on an Android or an Apple phone. You can
just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's
(01:56):
notes or visit me at wild Inbed dot com and
follow the links there to download the app. Thank you
for listening and thank you for staying with me. So
for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi,
(02:25):
it is Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild
and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and
fingered looking good fantasies. I'm so in tonight's story. Martin
has selected the next fantasy with the genie, but he's
(02:47):
still only three wishes in and he hasn't even approached
the eternal problem of his father and who is struggling
with his sexuality. You can know this podcast is best
in you anoid, laying on your bed, loose in your
clothes and put your earbuds in and close your eyes
(03:09):
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
your body. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure,
just go ahead and take an eye's deep breath and
hold it for a moment and then letting go of
(03:30):
his siyeh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For
the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and
my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time to release your
inner passions as you listen to my voice and veil
(03:54):
the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show.
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 orgy of shadows that
(04:15):
danced around the walls. In the middle was a bed,
but not just any beat, but one dripping with opulence.
Martin had to say it was probably the most comfortable
looking bed he had ever seen. King's size may be
California King, with a thick, plush comforter and big, inviting,
(04:37):
fluffy pillows. Even in the room's darkness, the bedding seemed
to glow warmly, inviting him closer. Martin's finger tips caressed
the material, groaning at the silky and enticing touch at
the bedding. Suddenly, the mattress shifted, taking Martin aback. His
(04:58):
sparkling blue eyes watched him with an 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'd see it through, Martin as the
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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 gru under the fingertip that
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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
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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
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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 shirt fall open.
The strange His gaze dropped away, a tiny smile playing
on his lips, before kissing gently over his chest until
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he reached Martin's nipple. He sparked on Martin's body and
his legs buck called slightly as a man's warm, gritty
tongue teased around his erect nuve. Holy shit, Martin uttered
as this man continued persecuting his electrified nipple with deliciously
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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
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the darkness as a man spoke with a hint of
a smile, bending his lips. If you're going to fuck
my ass, let's give you a little spit to get
you started, he said, as his head dipped lower, his
eyes peering into Martins as his lips slid along martin shaft.
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The sensation of his stubble 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
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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
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his buttons firmly against Martin's cock, gyrating 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
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yourself into me slowly. I viewed some of your CBD, loube,
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
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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 ass apart, forming a welcome
invitation for Martin's rock hard erection. He poured in Martin's belly,
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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
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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
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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 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
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pair of dark brown eyes appeared in the reflection, hovering
just over Martin's show. Her face followed world 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
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if the smell of the sea beat loop grew stronger
as he felt a hard, long cock pressing against him
as a genie parted his buttocks, spreading him, readying him.
Martin held his breath, his heart pounding inside his chest
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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,
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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,
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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 waves of pleasure moving through Martin's body
and fulfilling a lifetime of dreams and fantasies that he
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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 a while,
he whimpered and gasped, watching the three faces in the mirror,
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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,
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pushing over that spot, just making the need more desperate.
Without warning, he erupted, flooding the stranger with cume 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
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other at Martin's body quivering, his chest swimming 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
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moan 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,
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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
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pleasure and forcing the last drops of 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
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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 shocked wide open. The colored mists rolled
around him in what Martin would only describe as a
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lazy way. Confused, he was a mindful 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,
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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
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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
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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
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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 stung at his eyes. Even
in this moment, he was not safe. He could not
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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. A
truth stole into his mind. There was no miracle that
would change his father. He could wish all he wanted,
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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 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
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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 pulled in closer,
a reassuring cloe embracing him. He wished he could find
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a solution, to have the strength to be himself despite
his father's bigoted 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 mist
that engulfed him, the street in the flea market disappeared.
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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
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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
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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, my familiar, sparkling blue gaze watched
the congregation while thick lips heated him through his bones,
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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
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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 us as he wanted. He blessed us with the
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ability to explore true and deep love in whatever form
that might be. The pastor paused his beautiful eyes scanning
the congregation. As a fellow 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
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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
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the beautiful thing that you share on whatever level you
happen to share it. The congregation sat still with a
pin dripping silence, as if focus nowhere but on the
young pastor before them. And then there was a sudden
burst of music and the spell shattered, the congregation joining
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the pastorn at 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
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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
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in some sort of weird waking trance o bleaque. Sadness
filled his heart as he knelt to take the echarist.
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?
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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 rather exquisitely trimmed goaty beard.
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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, weaking in
its intonation, Martin closed his eyes in a silent prayer.
Definitely not a wish, just a prayer. Opening his eyes again,
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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
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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.
Rosy was barroning through the crowds, clutching some sandwich that
seemed to be hemorrhaging sauce. Sorry, my lover, Rosie said,
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as she approached him. So many people a little old
lady like me really struggles 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 of the bottle, he asked, holding up Happy's
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of junk, She started, You can have it for looking
after the store. 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
Rosie as sure what to say. He suddenly wondered how
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many of her wishes had involved young men and if
the genie had got involved with any of those. Thanking Rosie,
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
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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 hassle. 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
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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 open,
but said Martin had never turned up to church early before,
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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,
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Martin started to say, hi, Am Martin, before his voice
was cut short as his eyes sank into the ocean's
deep pools of blue that looked into his. The past
had stopped suddenly as his caye fell on Martin's. The
air between them crackled with the electricity of unspoken lust.
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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
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to be echoed strangely in the confines of the walls.
Yes on both counts, Chris replied, that beautiful smile appearing
between those wonderful cheap bones once again. Chris took a
step closer, his hand drifting down Martin's jaw, stroking him affectionately.
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Suddenly realizing that the others would turn up soon, Martin
quickly said, my father will 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.
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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 and contrasted
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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
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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,
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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,
his mouth dropping to form a wordless oh. The sound
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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 himse self naturally dropping just behind him.
Various faces passed by as Chris introduced himself, welcomed them,
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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 wom and interceded, father, this is our new pastor, Chris,
who also happens to be my new boyfriend. The hard
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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, Martin thought,
maybe not the best one, but it was his and
that's what mattered. So I hope you enjoyed that little fantasy.
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Next week something completely different. But until next week, this
is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams. As you
have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now and
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