"I wish your dick was bigger, Coach."
With a wave of the wand, it was so. Their bodies rubbed together, they groped and fondled.
Matt used the wand to wish they both had tribal armband tattoos. With a wave of the wand, ink etched itself magically around their biceps forming tribal armbands.
Matt started feeling really good about being gay, and so he wished for he and Coach to be "real queers."
The wand waved. It wasn't a politically correct wand, so it didn't turn them into macho guys who drank beer or had muscles from real work. Instead it turned them into screaming queens with a thirst for sex, sex, and more sex. It became impossible for Matt to go longer than a few seconds without thinking about having sex with guys. Lust grew in his heart, he felt a burning desire to fuck suck rim and be fucked, sucked and rimmed - to wear leather, be a drag queen, get into bondage, lock a dog collar on himself, collect pornos, try fisting and water sports - turn his bedroom into a dungeon, listen to show tunes, and go out and buy all of Bette Midler's greatest hits. He also got thirsty for some bottled mineral water and carrot cake. The wand finished its work, and Matt's wrists went limp. "Oh Coach, thith ith tho wonderful - you are THO CUTE!!!"
"You are too, you thtud you. I want to thuck on you all day and all night."
"I want to thuck on you too," Matt answered as they groped each others bubble butts.
The best part was, Matt had the wand to make it all come true. And he would. Matt found himself entering a new chapter in his life...