Chris flicked on the camera and started their stream on PornHub.
I floated into the corner of the room, silent, invisible, and observant. The two young men started making out on the rubber-sheeted bed, Chris rubbing his bearish roommate’s gut. Bjørn was clearly more into it, putting more tongue into the kiss, hands grasping and groping his roommate’s body hungrily.
While they were starting their foreplay, a live chat was commenting on them. I read a few of the comments and cringed. Bjørn was a big hit but Chris and his lack of enthusiasm was really pulling the view count down.
I glanced over to the bed, where Chris was struggling to maintain his erection.
So…maybe Bjørn’s body wasn’t what turned Chris off? I wondered what the best way to deal with this was. With the last couple, I’d merely waited for my master to break and had pounced on an errant wish to make him enjoy the sex. This time, the wisher was not the one with the issues.
“Chris,” Bjørn whispered, “you’re goin soft.”
“I’m sorry,” Chris replied, glancing at the chat and noticing their sub count decreasing, “I just can’t get into it.”
“Why?” Bjørn asked, eyes growing watery, “is it me?”
“You’re my friend but not my boyfriend,” Chris replied, “I like my men a bit older.”
“I understand, I just wish you would get into this.” Bjørn said.
I paused time.
It was a straightforward wish.
“I understand, I just wish you would get into this LIKE I AM.”
Almost immediately, Chris’ cock sprang to full erection.
They made out, both suddenly desperate for the other. I smirked, watching Chris swell with muscles and fat, body hair sweeping across his body and a short beard growing from his chin. The two bearish young men pulled out a thick, double-ended dildo and lubed it up.
To the chat’s delight, both bears speared themselves on the thick dildo and began thrusting it back and forth between each other. Moans of happiness and delight spilled from their lips as their buttcheeks slapped together, the dildo squelching lewdly as they shoved and thrust.
Bjørn gripped his partner’s hands and pulled them both up into an enthusiastic kiss. Their bellies wobbled and met, squishing together. The two bears rocked in place, moaning between kisses as the dildo ground against their prostates.
Chris was the first to cum, his body sizing up and his cock drooling semen. Still Bjørn thrust, not quite there yet, milking the smaller bear’s prostate. Chris leaned back, groaning, his cock twitching and sewing the last of his jism. Bjørn kissed his neck and growled, hips bucking faster and faster.
Then Bjørn roared and came, semen splattering across Chris’ body in wide, thick ribbons. Semen splashed on the younger bear’s face and got into his short beard and all over his thick chest hair. The viking’s balls kept pumping, making an absolute mess of the bed and covering his partner with pearly seed.
He collapsed next to the shorter bear and panted happily in the afterglow.
After a few minutes, Chris got up and walked over to the camera and turned it off. His hairy belly jiggled with each heavy step he took. Then he turned and walked off to take a shower. Bjørn stared after him, looking mournful.
I wondered what had gone wrong.
Chris had seemed so into the sex. Then I thought about how I’d fulfilled the wish. I’d made Chris similar to Bjørn and had him horned up enough to enjoy the sex. But, because it was a job…perhaps the smaller bear was simply doing his job? A job he clearly enjoyed, but beyond that, he and Bjørn were simply friends with benefits.
Bjørn sighed heavily and rolled out of bed.
He walked out of the room and seemed to realize how small the apartment was. Chris was in clean-up mode, waiting for the shower to warm up. The smaller bear didn’t seem to mind the cum covering his torso, occasionally swiping a bit from his hairy belly and tasting it with a look of satisfaction.
Bjørn surveyed the small living room, the tiny dining nook, and the small kitchenette. For two rather large men, it was overly cramped. Plus they were streamers, where was all their money going? I watched the look of resolve cross his face and eagerly anticipated his next wish.
“I wish that Chris and I owned a big expensive house that befits a Viking like myself.” Bjørn said.
I paused time and considered my options.
It was getting close to midnight and soon they would both be off to bed. By the time they woke up, the 24 hours of wishes would expire. I had to make some big moves now. So, with that in mind, I carefully reworded his wish.
“I wish that MY LOVING BOYFRIEND Chris and I owned a big, expensive house that befits a Viking like myself.”
I snapped my fingers.
The house grew larger, becoming something more akin to a Viking longhouse, large timber frames and a vaulted ceiling rising up around the young bearish men. Tapestries and exotic woods and gold decorated the new, giant hall. The bathroom Chris was waiting to enter enlarged, the shower big enough for both of them to comfortably stand under.
Bjørn followed Chris into the bathroom and the two insatiable lovers soaped each other up. What came next was only natural, as they grew aroused again and started fucking in the shower. It was like they simply couldn’t get enough of the other.
Which, of course, they couldn’t, because of the earlier wish. Chris had no choice but to get into it like Bjørn did. And since Bjørn was obsessed with his roommate, it was basically a never ending cycle of lust. However, all good thing must come to an end, and soon the shower was turned off and they toweled each other dry.
Not a bad ending, if that was their last wish.
But when Bjørn started walking around the house with only a pair of boxers, I saw Chris grow increasingly discontented.
“Bjørn! What have I told you about wearing clothes?” Chris asked.
“What?” Bjørn boomed. “It’s our house. Why should I be afraid of showing off my form to my lover?”
“It’s not about that!” Chris insisted, “It’s just not hygienic! I bought those nice Nordic outfits just for you and you never wear them.”
“I wear them!” Bjørn said indignantly, “When I got out shopping. Not in the house.”
“Bjørn!” Chris rolled his eyes, “please!”
“I wish both of us are comfortable with what we wear around the house.” Bjørn sighed.
I paused time.
Easy peasy.
“I wish both of us are comfortable with what we wear AND ARE NUDE around the house.”
I snapped my fingers.
Chris’s clothing disappeared, folding itself back into his dresser, leaving the big man completely naked. He didn’t seem to mind, his fat cock bobbing freely in the cool air, slapping his hairy belly with each step. Bjørn’s boxers had vanished as well, and the lovers quickly began making out again.
They made out as more cameras sprang up around the house, centered on the gay couple.
“Gotta give our viewers something to think about tonight,” Chris said between kisses.
“Mmmm,” Bjørn smiled, “Let’s give them a bit more.”
“Bedroom?” Chris asked.
Bjørn pinched his ass, provoking a giggle from Chris, and chased his bearish lover back to their room.
The rubber sheets were gone, since Chris no longer minded the messes they made after they fucked. Their last romp had left stains on the sheets and the smell of heavy, masculine musk lingered in the air. They hopped into bed, not caring about how messy it was. All either of them could think of was each other’s hirsute bodies.
“I can’t believe we live in a longhouse.” Chris laughed, pulling his legs up over his head and waiting for Bjørn to lube his eager hole.
“It’s a Viking tradition,” Bjørn chuckled, spreading cool lube across Chris’ hole, shoving his finger into the needy ring with a squelch.
“Oh…fuck!” Chris moaned as the bigger bear fingered his prostate. “You make me feel so good! Is that a Viking tradition too?”
“I wish you were Viking as well so that I could teach you about our heritage.” Bjørn said.
Time froze as I considered my options.
I grinned. Time to make this thing REALLY kinky! Chuckling to myself, I changed the wording of the wish.
“I wish you were MY Viking SON as well so that I could teach you about our SHARED heritage.
I snapped my fingers.
Chris’s features shifted, becoming highly reminiscent of the Viking man above him. His hair shifted to a ginger shade and his muscles and belly grew and grew. Soon, two almost identical Nordic men were having sex in front of the cameras.
As Bjørn pressed his cock into Chris’ hungry hole, he let out a grunt of discomfort.
His body sagged as he began to age. Bjørn’s hair began to whiten, strands of white appearing in his hair and braids. Wrinkles etched themselves into his face and his flesh grew ruddy. While his muscles diminished slightly, fat grew, leaving him a rather rotund older Viking.
Then he began fucking the younger man-his son-beneath him. It was quick, it was dirty, it was raw. They both moaned and groaned happily as the fat older bear rocked his cock inside the relatively younger cub.
“Fuck me papa!” Chris moaned.
The middle aged bear above him managed a few more thrusts before letting out a howling moan and emptying his load into his son. Chris squirmed and writhed as his hole clenched and squeezed the big cock inside of him, milking the older bear until a few trickles of cum spurted out.
“I can’t get enough of you, son,” Bjørn whispered into the quivering cub’s ear.
“I love you,” Chris replied.
“And I you,” Bjørn smiled, giving Chris’ balls a quick tug.
Chris gasped and his own thick load shot across his underbelly, the translucent liquid dribbling back over his balls and onto the bed.
The bears rolled over and more happy groans and moans echoed in the mansion. I smiled, the two very satisfied men making love again and again, long past my 24 hour limit. Their viewer numbers had jumped.
I quietly returned to my lamp, leaving the happy couple to enjoy their new lives.