Jack and the Infinite Wishes

Jack Brown was skinny black guy from Dundee. He had a pretty rough childhood, being born black in 1978 in a white as fuck town in Scotland wasn’t always easy. After getting his mum pregnant his dad never appeared again, back to work on an oil rig somewhere. His mam loved him but definitely resented her lost youth. And while single mums weren’t uncommon in Dundee most at least could get some form of child support from the father.

He was bullied a bit but was saved from some of the worst treatment because as the only black kid in the school the principal was very worried about a lawsuit. He wasn’t super smart but he managed to get into Glasgow University on a bursary available for minorities in Scotland. He was one of the few that managed to work out that the funding was there.

He just about completed a business course and then bounced between entry level jobs for a few years, first in Glasgow, then Edinburgh before finally landing a sales job in Wales. It wasn’t great pay because there was no commission but that suited Jack who wasn’t a very good sales rep. As the few other sales people in the company realised they’d make more elsewhere Jack found himself as pretty much the only sales reps in the company by 2003. There was just enough demand for commercial refrigerators and cold storage solutions that he was able to keep working despite being crap at his job.

His mediocre professional life was matched by his mediocre personal life. He had a couple of relationships in uni, none very successful. He had a few one night stands while working in Wales but it never led anywhere. It did mean that he had significantly more time to devote to masturbation which he tended to do at least twice a day and sometimes four times on a weekend. His fantasies were never very complicated, usually busty women from the UK and US. Naked if possible but he also happily jerked off to episodes of Baywatch, random celebrities and various glamor models and page three girls.

This pattern didn’t change as 2004 started. He took a couple of days off in January in the run up to his birthday. He told work it was a recharge but in fact he was still working his way through FHMs top 100 women from 2003. He meant to do the whole list but usually ended up furiously jerking off to Kelly Brook instead.

Three days into his leave, to give his privates a little break from the **** he took a drive through Wales to head to little village on the border with England. He had sold some big cold storage units in the area in December and spotted a nice looking pub with a B&B attached. By the time he dragged himself away from masturbating to pack the car the weather had turned slightly but as he planned to spend most of his stay in his room rubbing out another few he wasn’t that bothered. Road conditions were shite by the time he got there and when he arrived he discovered the B&B was going through renovations so had no rooms. A quick look around the village centre didn’t turn up any other B&Bs but he saw a random knick knack shop still open so popped his head in to see if they could advise on anywhere else to stay in the area.

It was an oddly laid out shop and some of the items had a fine layer of dust on them indicating the owner might not be very good at their job. Jack sympathised.

“Excuse me,” he said, trying to catch the attention of the owner, who seemed to be lost in thought behind the counter.

The owner started, knocking over a collection of ceramic dolls, and peered over the counter at him.

“Oh, hello,” he said, clearly delighted to have a customer.

“Hi,” replied Jack, “is there a B&B anywhere around here that would have rooms available?”

“Oh,” the owner said, crestfallen. “Yes, of course. If you go past the square there’s a right hand turn just after the flower shop. And Mr and Mrs. Higgins always have a few extra rooms.”

Jack turned to leave when he heard the owner’s voice again, slightly ****.

“But if you’d like anything at all here please don’t hesitate. Or if you want you could come back tomorrow. I don’t normally open but I’d be happy to if there’s something that caught your eye.”

Jack cast his eyes around the tat, it was all horrific. But something about the quiet desperation reminded him a little too much of himself. He saw a small empty jewelry box covered in dust at one end of a shelf and picked it up.

“How much?”

“Oh you found something already, splendid. Umm. Let me see. Jewelry box, jewelry box…,” the owner started flipping through a large ledger and Jack felt his eyes roll. He waited for a minute but the owner didn’t seem to be making any progress. He rubbed his finger idly on the box and felt a slight sting, one of the clasps had not been fastened properly so pierced the skin on his finger. Perfect. What a waste of time. He was about to leave it when the owner finally jumped up.

“Here it is, small jewelry box, manufacturing date uncertain, sixty five pounds.”

Jack felt his eyebrows rise. The box was clearly worth fuck all. He figured he’s pay around a tenner. Sixty five pounds was probably what the B&B was going to cost him. After a moment’s thought he decided to just get it and go. He had a three FHMs in the boot of his car and a date with his hand and some pictures of Kelly Brook. He could always post the thing to his mum for her birthday.

He paid and quickly drove through the square. The Higgins B&B had parking so he was booked in with his stuff in less than fifteen minutes. The B&B was only forty pounds a night. Once he was settled in the room he opened up a magazine and focused on Kelly Brook. He imagined seducing her away from her boyfriend, taking her roughly and pounding into her with a big black cock. He had to imagine that bit too, he was decidedly average. A slightly slimmer than expected six inches.

As he approached his first climax of the evening he caught the jewelry box out of the corner of his eye. He imagined presenting it filled with his seed to Kelly Brook for an award ceremony and her wiping it carefully onto herself, imagined her walking the red carpet and talking about her new pearl necklace. That was enough to set him off and in the moment he quickly aimed and shot his full load into the box.

As he pumped his cock one final time he saw that the box seemed to be moving. He quickly grabbed the side to stop anything spilling onto his sheets but as he touched the box it flashed a blinding white light and he fell ****.