Paul sighed as he shut the door behind him, and pulled his jacket tighter to keep out the cold night air. It was a mixed sigh, somewhere between contented and resigned. On the one hand, he had just gotten laid. On the other hand, he was leaving his girlfriend Liz's place, since he had to be at work early tomorrow. Or that's why Liz told him he should leave, at least. Much of the sigh was about his relationship with Liz. It was fine: they had fine times together, they had fine sex — but he wanted things to be more than just fine. He was at an age where he was starting to consider looking for someone to settle down with, and he didn't want to settle for fine.
As he trudged down the street, thinking about where his life and his relationship with Liz were going, Paul's rumination was interrupted as he caught sight of a shooting star. Recalling a childhood habit, he made a wish on it. Without thinking about it long, lest he miss the window of wishpurtunity, he wished made the sort of wish that so many men think would improve their lives: I wish I had the kind of cock Liz wanted. Paul felt a faint quiver run over his average penis. He wrote it off as imagination, or horniness from imagining having a big cock. But of course, he was wrong…
Paul didn't know that, despite all the unfulfilled wishes of his childhood, wishes on shooting stars really can come true. Most don't, for two reasons. For one, only natural shooting stars, real asteroids, not man- made space junk, are eligible. But more important, the shooting star has to start in the constellation of something that can grant the wish. Most wishes go ungranted because they don't have to do with bears, hunters, swans, scorpions, or the like.
Paul was lucky. He didn't know it, but the shooting star had appeared in a small dim constellation once known to Hesiod, but lost even by the time of Ptolemy. Priapus, god of male genitalia, heard Paul's wish. But Greek Gods were not known for their reliability or sense of fair play, so Paul's luck might not be entirely good…