Go for a walk

The selection on the TV is uninspiring, the phone has no invitations to parties or coffee and your boredom has not left. The burning paper still plays on your mind, and while still not convinced that Greek gods are granting wishes, you do slightly worry that the prankster may throw less benign things through the window. You close it and decide to go for a walk.

The area you live is pretty central. Plenty of people walking about, shopping, meeting, working. You have no particular destination in mind but find yourself drawn to a particular corner where you happen to know a street preacher sets up to yell at passers by about the sins of sodomy. Perhaps some small part of you wonders about the possibility of that wish coming true, but you know you'll get a kick out of yelling back at him anyway. Sure enough, he's there, holding a small microphone connected to a cheap battery powered amplifier, quoting Leviticus and blaming the gays for the decay of society, the usual.

This guy was one of those that had featured in one of your "**** wanks". He was tall and muscular, every inch the wholesome American poster boy. He was clean shaven, dark haired and fair skinned. His eyes were filled with an almost admiral zeal; if his mouth wasn't spewing hateful rhetoric. You could certainly think of better uses for it. You'd counter protested around him before and exchanged some heated insults with one another. You stand where you know he can see you and wait for him to notice you.

"What are you doing here, fag?" he snarls, moving the microphone aside so as not to broadcast his hate crime too loudly, not that anyone would care. The local police certainly didn't seem to.

"It's a free country" you snap back "despite your efforts"

"Hey, go fuck yourself buddy!" he spits back, with a complete lack of originality.

"Blow me!" you shout back, planning on moving on to find something more interesting to do. However, before you move, you're startled by a loud thud and a high pitched screech as the preacher drops his microphone and it rolls on the floor, causing feedback. He locks eyes with you and starts walking towards you purposefully. You think he's coming over to punch you, but you don't move. If he does, it'll be great publicity to show just how "godly" these ass-holes are. You plant your feet and wait for him to attack you.

You can't help but notice something odd about the way he's looking at you; a sort of panicked, confused look. Maybe he's regretting walking over? Once he's within striking distance, you instinctively close your eyes and wait for the punch...but it doesn't come. Instead, you feel him fumble with the buttons on your jeans. You open your eyes to find him attempting to unbutton your flies, his eyes moving between your groin and your face, still looking completely confused. "What the fuck are you doing?" you ask, too startled by the scenario to move or stop him.

"I...I don't know!" he says, his tone matching his face. He finally gets the buttons undone and quickly slips his hand inside your boxers, grabbing your cock and fishing it out. You stand paralyzed with shock, staring around at the passers by, feeling certain that someone must be calling the police or at least watching what is going on, but it seems that no one cares. They continue about their daily business as if nothing is going on. One little old lady even heads straight towards you before politely uttering an "sorry, excuse me" and making her way around you. You're snapped back to the preacher by feeling his hot mouth close over your rapidly hardening dick. You exhale sharply as he does so and look down to see him bobbing his head along your shaft.

Holy shit! The wish came true! Here you are being sucked off by a man who moments ago was yelling about how such behaviour would earn you an eternity in a hellish afterlife. He sucks intently and without hesitation, but his face still wears a mask of confused revulsion. He lets your cock slip out of his mouth briefly to get some air while his hand works your shaft. "What the fuck is going on? What the fuck have you done to me?" he asks, almost pleading.

"Take off your shirt" you command, a little uncertainly, and ignoring his pleading. You're still shocked by what is going on, but you're curious to see if this wish really is working. He complies, unbuttoning the crisp white shirt he's wearing and slipping his toned biceps out of the sleeves, all the while servicing your cock with an eager mouth. You laugh slightly as the reality of the situation finally sinks in. You can make this guy do what ever you want! He's sucking your cock like a complete pro, his tongue lashing back and forth across the head while his hand gently works up and down your shaft. The nerves have somewhat numbed the experience, but as they pass, you begin to relish the sensation. You look down at the preachers toned abdomen, back, and shoulders, as he kneels before you.

"Let's see your cock" you command. He looks up, his confusion slowly turning to anger, but his hand obeying none the less, unzipping his pants and flopping out a long thick, but flaccid dick. OK, so the wish doesn't make him sexually attracted to you or aroused by what's going on...unless...."get hard!" you tell him and are just as surprised as he is to find his dick spring to throbbing attention.

"Fuck you!" he manages as he comes up for breath from sucking, his face flushed red with anger and effort.

"Hmm, maybe" you say "maybe I'll fuck you instead!" you say, smiling as the preacher goes pale at the possibility.