Time Again

Time Again

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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And now, our feature presentation…

I was sitting in my office at the university when it all began. I was sitting there, in a rickety chair that was probably even older than I was, looking at the ungraded papers spread across my desk. It was hell. I hadn’t worked my ass off to get through school early, sacrificing so much fun—so much sex—along the way. I was fifty-three years old, and most of my students had already had more sexual partners than I’d had in my entire life. I looked up at the frosted glass of my office door.

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Fifty-three years, and I had never been able to get out there and make my mark on the field. I didn’t even have tenure to show for it. God, these kids were just so free with it. I’d caught more than a few kids fooling around in the back of lectures—they couldn’t even make it through one class without sex.

I envied them with a ferocity that frightened me.

A shadow moving on the other side of the glass pulled me out of my fantasies, and I quickly reached down to adjust the bulge in my pants, finishing just in time for the figure to knock.

“Come in,” I called out, and a mail carrier opened my office door.

“Uh, Josiah Murphey?” He asked, unsure.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I have a package for you,” he said, stepping forward to place an old looking package in front of me.

“That’s strange,” I muttered, “I wasn’t expecting…” I looked at the label, but there was nothing on the box. “I don’t understand,” I said to the carrier.

“The ink faded, but we’d written it down to be safe. Someone addressed this to you a long time ago. It was dated for today.”

“How long ago?” I asked, baffled by the strange delivery.

“Like, sixty years or somethin’ like that,” he shook his head. “None of my business though. Have a good day, ah, Professor.” He left the office, closing the door behind him.

Leaving me alone.

Alone with the box.

The mysterious box

Addressed to me when I was an infant?

I unwrapped the paper, and it fell away easily, breaking off and crumbling. Inside the layers of paper was a wooden box that made me sit up in my chair. If this was authentic, it belonged in a museum. I lifted the lid and looked inside the box. The first thing I noticed was a gold coin. I lifted it carefully and looked down at the engraving. I blushed, and my cock went rigid. All around the surface of the coin, men were engaging in lewd orgies. I sat the coin aside and lifted the folded parchment that had been beneath the coin.

It was a map, and a set of instructions for reaching… A tomb? The word used on the parchment was difficult to translate. I set the parchment down and leaned back in my chair with a sigh. I couldn’t think of any reason why someone would go through such an expensive effort for a hoax. It would take testing to be sure, but the parchment looked authentic.

That had been the moment.

I could continue on as I had been, miserable and struggling to get by, or I could go after this mysterious treasure. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it alone, though. Maybe when I was younger, but I was going to need at least one or two helpers. Lucky for me, I had grad student minions desperate for money. I liquidated everything that I owned to fund the expedition. I had just enough to buy open ended return tickets for the boys, but not one for myself. If the expedition turned out to be a bust, I would be stuck…

Please don’t be a bust, I thought as I lay in my sleeping bag, watching my teaching assistants, Cameron and Tyler, sitting by the little burning can that was our campfire. This was it, the last room before the tomb. One last door before I’d know if putting every last penny I had into this was a mistake. We’d all wanted to barge ahead, but all the traps leading here had been difficult enough that we decided to get some sleep before we went in.

Except nobody was sleeping. 

I was laying here, in the shadows, my mind racing over what was on the other side of that door. And my TA’s, they were waiting until they could be fairly sure that I’d fallen asleep before they started fooling around. I made a point of breathing rhythmically, and I barely had my eyes open.

If I couldn’t sleep, I might as well get a show.

It was Tyler who gave in first, reaching over to put his hand on Cameron’s crotch. Cameron spread his legs and leaned his head back. Tyler settled on his knees in front of him and I watched him slowly open up Cameron’s pants and set his cock free. Tyler didn’t waste any time, he just leaned in and took his friend’s cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up, and down.

Up.

And down.

Up.

And down.

Up.

“Professor. Professor Murphey, wake up,” a hand on my shoulder shook me awake, and I sat up with a rush of confused adrenaline.

“What’s wrong?” I demanded.

“Nothing’s wrong, you were just sleeping really well, so we got started on the door using your notes. We got it! It’s ready to open!” Cameron said, his voice quivering with anticipation.

“You… Got it?” I asked, confused, my pounding heart starting to settle.

“We didn’t think we would, but your notes had it! The door is ready to be opened, we knew better than to do that without you.” The eager TA pulled the sleepy professor to his feet, holding him steady as he got his balance.

“Wait a minute, boys, we want to be sharp for—” A steaming cup of coffee was pressed into my hands by an equally eager Tyler. “Ah, yes… Give me a few minutes, then.” I walked over to a three-legged camping chair and took a seat, sipping the coffee and trying to wrap my brains around my TA’s managing to unlock the final door without my help.

Well, they used my notes, so that still counts as a victory for me.

I shook my head, aware of how petty that thought had been. It didn’t matter who figured out the door, what mattered was what was on the other side of it.

The moment the coffee hit my brain, I was on my feet and standing in front of the door. It was no longer flush with the wall—they’d pushed it in about two inches before waking me up.

We put our weight against the door, and pushed, though I knew the boys were doing more work than I was. Slowly, it started moving. We kept pushing until the momentum carried the heavy stone the rest of the way, leaving the way open.

The three of us stood in the open doorway, staring down into the chamber in dismay. The room was mostly empty. No sarcophagus, no gold, just stairs leading down about five feet to the floor, and something glowing on a pedestal.

“What is this?” Cameron asked, clearly disappointed.

“I’m not sure,” I answered, reserving my judgment until after I found out what was on the pedestal. I walked into the room and started to descend the dusty stairs. As I got nearer, I noticed that there was what looked like a crystal jug full of fire, and on top of the jug was a massive ruby, its faceted tip resting in the mouth of the jug.

I let out a massive sigh of relief.

It may not be a tomb full of treasures, but that ruby had to be worth a fortune, the tomb was still a significant professional find, and I’m sure scientists would love to look at whatever chemical reaction is going on inside that crystal jug. I paused.

Unless that crystal is diamond.

I walked up to the jug, watching the firelight shimmer through the clear facets of whatever stone it had been carved from. And that ruby… I reached out to take it.

“Professor! Wait!” Cameron yelled, his voice cracking, but he was too late. My fingers closed on the red stone, and I pulled it free from the jug. I held it up to admire it in the firelight, and my exaltation turned to horror as fire started to pour up out of the jar, swirling in the air, expanding, until there was a firestorm over our heads. The three of us hit the ground, but the fire didn’t fall on us.

I looked up to see it all pulling down toward a spot next to the pedestal, seeming to pull in, intensifying, taking the shape… It looked like a man! As I thought that, the fire flared, and then the light faded away to reveal a giant of a man standing there, his sin black and smooth, like obsidian, and his eyes burning like coals.

He looked down at me, and then grinned wickedly.

“Ahhhhhhhh, Josiaaahhhhh,” he purred, his voice dry and dusty like a desert wind. I got slowly, warily, to my feet, and looked up into his eyes.

“It’s a genie!” Tyler yelled out, stupidly.

“A Djinn,” the Djinn and I said at the same time. He gave me a little nod of respect. I lowered my gaze from his eyes and gasped softly when my eyes came to rest upon the Djinn’s penis.

He was hard, and the sight of it was making me feel things I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager, in my prime.

“So, it’s that time again already,” he said.

“A-again?” I asked, confused, struggling to pull my eyes up from the rigid pillar between the Djinn’s legs.

“Never mind,” he said soothingly. “I think I know what you want to wish for,” he cooed. My eyes fell to his turgid shaft, and my head swam.

“You do?” I asked. How could he know?

“I do, and I can’t allow you to suck on my penis until after you formally make your wish. I promise to wait long enough for you to enjoy yourself before I grant it. I promise, you will wake up on your eighteenth birthday with the taste of my cum in your mouth, this time.”

How’d he do it! How’d he already know my wish?

“Yes! That’s it! I wish that I could live my life again but have a lot more sex!” I cried out.

“There you go,” he crooned, waving his erection lazily back and forth. “Come and get it.” I shuddered and fell to my knees before crawling forward to meet the object of my desire.

“Woah!” Tyler cried out as I opened my mouth and took the Djinn’s cock all the way down my throat.

“Professor!” Cameron sounded shocked, scandalized.

“I didn’t know he was gay,” Tyler commented, acclimating to what he was witnessing. “He’s good!”

“I guess he’s had a long time to practice,” Cameron said, moving around to get a better look at my stretched lips moving up and down the Djinn’s thick cock.

“Ahhh, yessssss, he gets better every time,” the Djinn said, gripping my head and holding me in place as he started to fuck my face.

The treatment nearly made me cum.

“More skilled each time,” he withdrew and thrust back in violently. “More eager each time.” He withdrew until I was just sucking on the head. “Hornier each time,” he said, thrusting in again.

“I can’t believe what I’m fucking seeing!” Cameron cried out. 

“Fuck! This is hot!” Tyler said.

“Here you go, Josiah, time for both your wishes to come true.” He held my head in place, just the head and a few inches of his shaft plugging my mouth. I felt his cock swell, and throb, and then cum exploded into my mouth.

I squealed

And I sucked.

And I swallowed.

And I started to cum in my pants.

And everything went black.

“Woah!” I heard Tyler say again. “Where’d he go?”

“He’s about to wake up on his eighteenth birthday,” I heard the Djinn answer, his voice slowly growing quieter. “Now, would either of you boys like to make a wiiiiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…”

My eyes snapped open, and then rolled back into my head as I finished cumming into my sheets. I could taste… Taste… I licked my lips and arched my back as the orgasm finally came to an end, stretching. My body felt fantastic!

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” my alarm clock continued to screech. I reached over and hit the button, feeling the plastic creak under my fingers as I applied more pressure than should have been necessary to the old, worn out digital clock.

Wait, I hadn’t had that clock since I was…

I sat up in bed and looked down at myself.

I’m eighteen!

I could remember my whole life! All of it! All the work, the studying, the sacrifice, and… I could remember a new life, too! And it was different than last time! Last time I had been a virgin when I turned eighteen, but this time I could remember doing more with my friends growing up than I’d done as an adult.

My cock was still hard, even after my wet dream. I wanted to beat off—a wet dream wasn’t enough. But last time I’d turned eighteen, Mom had walked in with a cake…

Wait, last time?

What was I thinking about?

It must have been my dream! I realized, frustrated. What had it been? I’d just remembered.

Fuck, I’m horny.

I fell back onto my bed and gripped my erection, struggling to keep quiet as I took my time and brought myself slowly to another orgasm.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” The door burst open and my older brother barged into the room. Caught, I jerked my hand away from my dick, but it was too late. I started to squirt my second load of the morning across my chest and abs, all while Christian stood there laughing. When it was finally over, I blushed and tugged my sheet up over my body.

“Don’t worry about that bro. Get up and clean up, I’m taking you up to campus to give you a tour. It’s your homo-birthday, bro, you just became legal. Everyone is going to want to fuck you today.” He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me red-faced and dripping cum.

At least he hadn’t stayed long enough to notice that I’d gotten hard again already.

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