Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 21:34:34 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "The Magic Inches Elixir, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy "The Magic Inches Elixir, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy I rubbed the stuff lightly and was immediately affected. My eyes shut involuntarily and I shuddered and made a few short moans. I willed my eyes to open and found my three sauna companions standing right in front of me. I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly I felt a vibration in my groin area and my usually pretty and docile prick began to elongate. All the boi's eyes widened as I became a penile Finocchio. Holy shit, it was growing and hardening. I continued grunting with pleasure as it buzzed as it grew. This was cock heaven. "It must be nine inches and growing," said the jock, suddenly verbal. "It's very nice," offered the blond tennis boy, an extravagant compliment for him, I judged. I crazily remembered that phrase on automobile travel maps: "An inch represents a mile." But it was the cutie Latino who wowed me. "It's an all day sucker." Finally it stopped. I judged it to be about eleven inches using my foot as a visual ruler. I sat there enjoying the little jumps it made. It seemed eager to get into the game. I decided to get this thing started, otherwise my audience would just stand there gaping at me. I reached out and took the cute, gruff jocks now hard prick in my hand. I was planning to give him and nice tug job when He let out a hoarse cry. Sure enough, I had forgotten about the stuff still being on my hand and had given him a growth treatment. His cry was of surprise. We all looked down at the shaking muscle boi and watched his short blunt cock become a fat long one. Blondie couldn't contain himself, he sunk to his knees, opened his mouth wide and sucked in the monster. Jock began fucking his mouth and the blond gagged but continued. I think he thought that he might die doing this, but it was worth it. The Latino kid watched the scene with open mouth and hard prick. It went on quite awhile with the poor Blonde gagging and struggling to give a good blow job. Suddenly the jock boi let out a scream as his sponge ran along his nine inches and erupted out of the big head. The Blonde took it all and then when it was finally over we all saw that he had come himself, on the tile floor. He seemed embarrassed and he sort of slunk away. What was that all about? I stopped wondering about that as a new drama was unfolding. The beautiful Latino boi had gotten up on the second level of the sauna and he was on his knees and elbows. He called out: "This will be my first time, but I gotta have that bat in me. I don't want it to be the big fish- that- got- away story." I was not an experienced top man but my honor was being called to be tested. Shit was I ever up to it. I climbed up. He began mewing. "His kiddo, nothings happened yet." But it was coming. I kneeled behind him and wrapped my arms around his slim tan waist. I grasped my flesh bat and aimed it at his lightly haired hole. It was pushing in and out in excitement. I put the big head in. He began sobbing in fear. I patted his head. "Calm down. You're going to love this...if you live through it." I slowly, inch by half inch, inserted my bloated cock in his ass. His back was bathed in fear sweat, but his crooning indicated that he was enjoying himself. I reached around and grasped his small...well normal sized cock and shagged it to keep his mind off any pain he might be experiencing. That got him crowing even louder. Then my trip inside the boi ended as my pubes hit his fuzzy ass cheeks. To allay his fear of being murdered by prick, I reached around his slim tan waist and took his hard cock in my hand and smoothed it. Well, you could say I was giving him a hand job. I wiggled a bit. I felt his cock discharge in my hand as he began singing a South American rhumba. His ass hole vibrated against my submerged cock and that set me off too. I don't know if this new size of my prick meant more cum but I sure washed out his hole and I floated out on my own cum. Tan boi was in a half faint. I said silently "Tonto, my work here is done, like the Lone Ranger of old." I left my recent Spanish connection and padded out of the sauna. My feet were aching for some reason and in the lockers I couldn't put on my shoes. I got my socks on and walked, with some discomfort, back to Dr. Goodbottom's lab. "Hi doc. I'm back. I have your report for you. It's not written. It's oral. (I gulped at the possible double meaning.) He held up his hand. "I'm aborting it, as it were. No good, chappy, unforseen side effects. Not permanent, just transitory but..." "Are the side effects something with feet?" "Exactly. I see you have having the effect, what." "How transitory? A fortnight?" "You are droll. No only an hour at the most." "So I just wasted my time." (What a lie this was.) "Sadly yes, but you see the Defense Department called earlier today very angry. They noted that the growth effect worked its way down to the soldier's feet and the jist of his message was that it made our troops look like circus clowns." "So, can I keep the rest of the bottle? Sort of a souvenir." (Actually I had plans for tonight.) "Let us put this large penis idea behind us," he said not meaning to be funny. "Onward we trudge to my newest invention." "And that is?" "A tongue growth device." I never asked him to explain it. The mental picture was too horrible. End of story