The Handjob Genie

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and slightly disoriented, before the previous night's event came back. I had jerked myself to an intense cumshot with my new abilities under John's attentive gaze, which was a bit embarrassing and pretty hot at the same time.

As I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes to wakefulness, the sound of a clicking keyboard drew my attention. I whipped my head around and saw John, his chiseled blue body floating above my desk, typing away furiously at my computer with a grin.

"What are you doing, John?" I groaned, my voice thick with sleep.

"Learning, my friend," John said, not bothering to look up from the screen. "Man, you humans really put a lot of thoughts into entertainment rather than the actual important stuff! The video game industry is so fascinating compared to the last time I was here, I'm getting tons of inspiration for how to make your journey to the top more... interesting!"

"Hey, entertainment is pretty damn important!" I protested, my voice still groggy. "Fine, what inspiration have you gotten?" I put on some pants and walked up to him, hoping the genie hadn't messed with my computer too much.

"Hmm, let's see... how about I make a gacha system! You'll draw a new ability from a pile whenever you level up instead of being given one! Imagine pulling a golden, shiny SSR ability with a 0.2% rate to help you turn hot guys into putty in your hands! That would be more exciting for you gamble-loving creatures, right?"

I groaned, rubbing my face with the palm of my hand. "You managed to pick the worst aspect of modern gaming, John! Objection."

John looked up, grinning broadly. "You're not a fan of surprise mechanics? But it adds to the thrill!"

I couldn't argue with that; there's a certain thrill about this concept... But knowing John and looking at the mischievous smirk on his face, I probably would never get anything good if I agreed to this. I crossed my arms and gave him my best stern glare. "Nope."

John huffed in mock disappointment before turning back to the computer. "Alright, alright. But you're totally missing out on some fun, man!" He said, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Oh, I see! How about this? Achievement and Trophy! I'll give you some additional challenges other than getting a guy off, and you'll gain more EXP and bonus rewards if you can pull them off!"

I raised my eyebrow at that. "Ok, this actually sounds fun."

John nodded eagerly. "Yeah, the delusion of achievement! It'll be like grinding those meaningless video games, but you get real-life bonuses instead of a useless trophy icon!"

"You're kind of a jerk today, John," I sighed, but couldn't help finding the whole situation a bit funny. "Okay, that's a great addition, but keep it reasonable. Nothing illegal or too... extreme," I warned, still not entirely sure what kind of shit I was signing up for.

"Oh, no worry! I wouldn't want to break you out of jail, doesn't mean I couldn't though,"

John winked, his blue skin glinting with the morning light. He hovered away from the computer and clapped his hands together, the room lighting up with mystical energy and his excitement.

"Alright, your first challenge, Scott. Let's call it 'Getting Something in Return' achievement!" John announced, his eyes glinted with excitement as he hovered closer to me. "The challenge is simple. You need to make someone cum with those talented hands of yours, like usual, then convince them to return the favor afterward!"

My eyes widened in surprise and excitement. That actually sounds like an extremely hot scenario.

"You came up with some brilliant ideas sometime, John." I said, a smirk playing on my lips as I thought about the challenge ahead.

"Of course I do! But I also can't make it too easy, you know?" John added, looking at me with a glint in his eye. "If you're going for this achievement, your 'Charm' ability will be disabled! So you'll need to make actual effort to get into their pants in the first place!"

My heart dropped a little bit. Before meeting John and getting these abilities, I was just an average guy with average look, not exactly attractive enough for people to drop their pants at my feet. "Charm" was basically my crutch, the cheat code for my otherwise mundane love life. But a challenge is a challenge, and my confidence has grown after my previous conquests. I was eager to test my new skills and my actual charm.

"Challenge accepted," I said, standing tall and feeling a bit nervous.

John grinned, his eyes glowing with excitement. "Good, I knew you'd be up to the task! Now, go forth and conquer!"

So here I was, standing at the entrance of a local Gay Bar after a not-so-productive day at work, the neon lights glowing in the night and the thumping bass beckoning to me. The bar was crowded with all sorts of men, their laughter and flirty glances mixing in the thick air, the smell of alcohol and sweat hanging in the dim and loud space. The bar was called "The Den," and it had a reputation for being the best spot to hook up if you were into guys. It was the perfect place to complete my first achievement.

I took a deep breath and walked in, my eyes scanning the room. My heart raced, a mix of excitement and anxiety. Without my cheat code in effect, I'd have to rely on my wit and natural charm, something I hadn't done in a while. But as I stepped in, my eyes scanning all the handsome faces and bulging crotches, I knew I was ready.

Since I was going for that achievement, finding a young, flirty and horny looking guy was the perfectly reasonable strategy. But while I was scanning the room, my eyes stopped at the bar. Sitting by the counter was a well-built man, apparently older than most other patrons, with slightly messy salt-and-pepper hair and scruffy stubble that framed his ruggedly handsome face. He was wearing a worn black shirt that stretched tightly over his broad chest and biceps, and a pair of equally weathered jeans. He had this air of authority that made everyone else seem like boys playing dress-up. He was exactly the type of man that I thought was out of my league before John came into my life.

I approached the bar, trying to play it cool, and took a seat next to him. He glanced at me with an unamused expression, as if he could tell I was a newbie in a place like this with a glance. I ordered a beer and turned to him, offering a charming smile.

"Hello, handsome," I greeted, my voice steady and my smile easy.

The older man took a sip from his whiskey, his eyes never leaving his glass. "What can I do for you, kid?" he rumbled, his voice a deep bass that seemed to resonate through the bar.

"Just looking for some good company," I said, placing my hand on the bar top, my fingers brushing against his. I could feel the warmth of his skin, and the way he didn't flinch told me he was at least open to the idea. "I'm Scott, by the way."

The man's gaze slid to me, his eyes piercing through the dim light. He had a stern look that could make anyone cower, but I held my ground, my eyes sparkling with mischief and confidence. "Call me Mike." He answered before taking a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey. His hand hovered over my own for a brief moment before pulling away to grab a peanut from the bowl on the bar.

"Look, Scott. I know I'm at a bar where everyone's looking for a good time, but I'm not really in the mood for games tonight," Mike said, his voice still deep with a hint of tiredness. "Been divorced for months, got laid off last week."

Oh shit. In a bar full of young horny guys, I just had to pick a brooding mid-age man who might have more baggage than a packed commercial flight. I took a deep breath and considered my next word carefully.

"So... why are you here then?" I asked quietly.

Mike took a moment to consider my question before responding. "Decent cheap whiskey, and no woman to remind me about my ex." He took another sip before finally looking at me. "What's your deal?"

Holy shit, he might not even be gay. I could almost feel John snickering at my luck behind me as my heart dropped. I should've changed course, left the guy alone politely and go find a more receptive target. But something about Mike's presence was just too... alluring? I wanted to help him, to make him feel good, to show him that even though he's not in the best place right now, he's still absurdly attractive and desirable.

"I'm just looking for some fun, Mike, like most of the others here. And... I think you're the hottest guy in this bar currently." I said honestly with a genuine smile, I sensed making excuses and lies would put the man off more than other things. "But if you're not interested, I get it. I'll leave you to your whiskey."

Mike studied me for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as if sizing me up. Then, to my surprise, he chuckled, a deep, gruff sound that made his chest rumble. "Alright, you've got balls. I'll give you that." He took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving me. "But let's get one thing straight, kid. I'm not into the back door business. If you're looking for a pounding like the other boys who've hit on me tonight, you've got the wrong man."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, his words hinted he was at least not against trying things with men. "Don't worry, Mike. I'm not looking for a quick in and out," I assured him, my voice low and sultry. "I'm more into... manual labor, if you catch my drift."

Mike raised an eyebrow, his expression morphing from skepticism to curiosity. "Manual labor, huh?" He leaned closer, his whiskey breath warm against my ear. "What makes you think you're good at it?"

"I've had some good practice, if I do say so myself," I replied, my voice smooth and easy.

Mike's eyes searched my face, his curiosity piqued. He took another sip of his whiskey, his hand resting casually on the bar. I leaned in closer, my hand sliding along the edge until it was just an inch away from his. "If you'd take a chance with me," I whispered, "I'd be more than happy to worship you, big guy. Nothing invasive, just my hands and your cock."

He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see his weathered face flush slightly and his Adam's apple bobbing in consideration. The air grew thick with tension, and I could see the internal debate playing out across his features. Finally, with a grunt, he set his whiskey down and turned to face me fully. "Alright, Scott. You've got five minutes. Impress me."

My heart raced. This was it, I actually got a brooding hot guy interested in me without using the cheat code. I took a sip of my beer, trying to calm my nerves, before sliding off the bar stool. "Let's find somewhere more... private," I suggested, nodding towards a darkened corner of the bar.

Mike followed me without another word, his gaze sharp and intense. We settled into a secluded booth, the red leather sticking slightly to my skin. I slid closer to him, feeling his body heat radiate through his shirt. The bar was noisy, but here, it was like we were in a bubble. He gave me five minutes, so I gotta pull out all the stops to show him what I can do.

"We can stop anytime if you want," I whispered, placing my hand on Mike's thigh. His eyes remained focused on me, the challenge in them unmistakable. He didn't pull away, so I took that as a good sign. "But I promise you're going to love it."

My hand slid up his thigh, feeling the tension and heat build as I approached the bulge in his jeans. His eyes followed my hand, and when my fingertips brushed against the outline of his cock, his breath hitched. "I'm not a virgin, kid. Show me what you got," he said, his voice gruff with a hint of anticipation.

I didn't need more than a second invitation. My hand unzipped his tight jeans and slipped inside, and my self-lubricated fingers found his cock, which was already half-hard. He was definitely interested despite his tough exterior. With a gentle squeeze, I began to stroke him, my grip firm but not too tight. Mike's breathing grew heavier, and his eyes fell shut for a brief moment before snapping back open to watch me.

"Shit," he murmured, his hand reaching out to cover mine as it worked his shaft. My thumb traced the drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, and spread it down the length of his cock, lubricating it even further. Mike was huge, his cock now fully erect, standing thick and hard, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of bringing such a powerful-looking man to his knees.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on his skin as I whispered, "You like that, don't you?" His only response was a guttural growl, so I took it as a yes. I started to pump him in earnest, my hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made his hips thrust upwards slightly. The low noises coming from him were like music to my ears, a symphony of desire that I was eager to conduct. But I'm determined to make him cum as hard and as fast as I could, and I have all the tools for that.

Activating my ability, I increase the sensitivity of Mike's cock to 130%. His eyes fly open, his grip on my hand tightening as he felt a sudden spike of pleasure shoot through him. His cock pulses in my hand, and he sucks in a sharp breath. "H-how the fuck are you doing that?" he stammers, his eyes wide with shock and pleasure.

"Do what? Maybe you're just more into me than you thought," I teased, my voice low and playful as I continued my ministrations. I was pushing my 'Sensitivity Manipulation' power to enhance every stroke, ensuring each one brought him closer to the edge.

Then came the next part, my eyes lit up with an invisible glint as I scanned his body for his responsive spots with my 'Vision'. Two places on Mike's trembling body lit up like Christmas lights: the hard nubs of his nipples under his tight shirt, and his perineum.

Without missing a beat, I leaned closer to whisper into his ear, my breath hot and tickling his skin. "You're doing great, Mike," I said, my voice a seductive purr. "But I think I could make it even better for you."

My other hand slid under the hem of his shirt, my fingertips grazing his hairy stomach and chest before reaching for his nipple. As I began to roll it between my fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure, Mike's body stiffened and a low growl rumbled in his chest. His cock pulsed in my hand, and I could feel his arousal spike even higher. "Fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as I teased his sensitive spot.

The bar was crowded, but in the dim light, it was easy to be discreet. I leaned in closer, my mouth hovering over his ear as I whispered, "You're so big, Mike. I can't wait to make you cum." His body shivered at the words, his hips jerking slightly.

It's probably been less than three minutes since we started, but I could tell Mike was already close. His breathing was getting ragged, and his grip on my hand was tightening. I decided to go for the kill. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, I slid out of my seat and knelt in front of him, my eyes never leaving his. His pupils dilated, and I knew he was hooked. I gently coaxed him to spread his legs, giving me the perfect access to his thick, hard cock.

My hand maintained a steady pace, stroking him from base to tip, my thumb circling his leaking slit with every pass. His cock was now slick with both my lubrication and his precum, making the movements smoother and more sensual. My other hand reached down, pressing firmly into his perineum with my fingers as I picked up the pace on his throbbing cock. Mike's entire body was taut with tension, his abs contracting and his chest heaving. The scent of his arousal filled the small space between us, making my own cock throb with anticipation.

"Let go, Mike," I whispered, my voice a seductive murmur that sent a shiver down his spine. "I've got you."

With a final hard push on his perineum and a twist of my wrist, Mike's body convulsed. He bit back a roar, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock erupted in my hand. The first shot of cum hit my cheek, hot and sticky, but I kept going, milking him for every last drop. I could tell this man was very pent-up, his orgasm seemed to last an eternity, his hips bucking and his breath coming in ragged gasps as his cock pumped into my fist.

When the tremors subsided, I released him and sat back, wiping the cum from my cheek with the back of my hand. Mike's eyes snapped open, looking at me with a mix of awe and bewilderment. "What the fuck," he panted, his hand still gripping the edge of the table.

"Not bad, huh?" I grinned up at his heaving form, his tight shirt sticking to his body with sweat. Mike just sat there for a moment, his chest still rising and falling with deep breaths, trying to gather his wits.

I didn't even care about the achievement at this point, Mike was one of the hottest guys I've gotten my hands on so far. I was fully prepared to let him catch his breath while I left to take care of myself, but his hand reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss that tasted of whiskey and lust. He didn't let go, his tongue pushing past my lips to explore my mouth with a hunger that surprised me. This was definitely not the stoic, straight-acting guy from a few minutes ago.

"Get over here," His husky voice is low and demanding, his hand pulling at the back of my neck while the other reached down for my belt buckle. He was still in the afterglow of his orgasm, but there was a determination in his movement that told me he wasn't going to just lie down and enjoy it.

"I gotta admit, Scott. You've got some magic in those hands," Mike said, his voice a low rumble as he broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled me into his lap, my legs straddling his, and his hands moved to unbuckle my belt. I was already hard, my cock straining against my boxers, begging for his touch.

"And I'm not a man who don't return the favor," Mike said, his voice thick with desire as his hand slid down to cup my bulging erection. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I moaned into his mouth, feeling my cock throb in his palm. He chuckled, his stubble scraping against my cheek as he kissed me again, deeper this time.

In the next instance, his large hand had taken my cock out and working it with an intensity that matched his kiss. His fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking me with a confidence that suggested experience beyond his earlier protests. His movement was rough and demanding like I had expected from a man like him, but it was exactly what I needed. I was already so close from watching him cum, feeling his power and desire in my hand, that it didn't take long before I was on the edge.

Our kiss broke and he looked into my eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" It wasn't a question, it was a command. I nodded, unable to form coherent words as his hand sped up. The noises we were making were probably loud enough to be heard over the bar chatter, but in that moment, I didn't care. My whole body was drawn tight, ready to explode.

With a final, desperate moan, I came hard, my hips jerking as ropes of cum shot out and coated his hand and body. The sight of him, the sight of his tight black shirt covered in my release was incredibly hot. Mike's grip on me tightened, his hand slowing as my orgasm waned, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched the pleasure play out across my features.

We sat there, both of us panting and sticky, the aftermath of our intense encounter hanging in the air. His hand remained on my cock, stroking me gently until I was fully spent. It was a moment of strange intimacy that neither of us had expected, but somehow it felt right.

"So... did I pass the test?" I panted, a cocky smile playing on my lips as I looked down at the mess we'd made. Mike's face was still flushed with passion, his eyes dark and intense. He nodded, his grip firm but gentle on my hips.