James walked into the house after a long day in school. He had almost certainly failed his algebra test, and he had caught his girlfriend staring at the linebacker on the school football team at least 3 times. He didn’t even care that much, seeing as he was a closeted gay, but it was really embarassing. He sighed, stomping up the stairs. He shoved past his brother and his dad on the way towards his bedroom.
“Hey!” shouted out his little brother Danny indignantly. “Dad! Tell him!”
“James. Don’t do that.” Said his dad sternly. His dad was a large man, and at 6’2” he towered over the 5’7” James.
James sighed. “Yes, dad.” He walked into his room and stripped off. He had been sleeping nude for about a week, as it was supposed to increase testosterone. James had tried everything to become more masculine except actually putting in the hard work to better himself. He poured himself a glass of high-protein milk from the cooler in his desk, and gulped it all down. It had a slight tang to it, but he didn’t care too much. He lay down in the bed, and sighed, squirrelling under the covers.
Later in the night, it had become very hot and James was squirming around under the sheets. Slowly, his hands began to act as if they had a mind of their own. His hands reached down and began stroking and pulling on his shaft while caressing his balls.
"Ooooo.... yesssssss" James moaned in his sleep.
Over and over again James stroked and pulled, his cock rising to its full four and three-fourths inches of erection. He moaned and groaned, squirmed and bucked in pleasure. In his mind, James was having a most excellent dream of a man who stood around a foot taller than him, with mane like, burnt umber colored hair with golden flecks, which James had his hand run thoroughly through, as he helped the man's head bob up and down on his package. On and on the stroking and the dream went until it built up such strength, such intensity, that the pre-shock of orgasm woke James from his sleep and he sat up in bed screaming out "Oh fuck!" in long vocal utterance.
Several volleys, perhaps a dozen or more we shot across James's bed, before the orgasm was to subside, but even then, the last one still built up in strength just as large, if not larger, than the beginning of the orgasm. But if James had secretly hoped that this would be the short end of it, he was wrong, for it didn't feel as though he blew the last shot of his ejecting ejaculate, but instead as though it was a rope being painstakingly, slowly, pulled through his cock. As it was being done so, he would gasp and shudder and suddenly his cock throbbed and oozed.... it swelled and grew....it engorged and thickened, while his balls began to swell and become more snug in his scrotum, heavier, and the sensation of something churning inside them more and more prominent.
This act and sensations happened not just once, but five times that night.
In the morning, or near afternoon, James woke up in extreme exhaustion. How could a good night's sleep leaving him so knackered? It didn't help matters any as he tried to push himself off the mattress, having flipped over face down sometime in the night, and he had to hear and feel the act of pulling himself away from the top sheet as he was glued to it by the copious amount of cum he had spewed during the evening. Wondering what made him so horny, what gave him the ability to blow such a huge load, after load, after load, James groggily walked to the bathroom to take a shower and wake up.
But on his way he felt something striking his legs, around the lower part of his thigh. He also felt as though something was racking him in the balls with every step he took. Looking down to discover what was causing the sensations, he backed out of the bathroom in fear until he hit the edge of his bed and fell backwards upon it. His hands reached out for his groin and he felt his sausage and eggs. They were huge. They were sensitive. They were tender. The prick was long, thick, veiny, and yet it was soft. SOFT! Clamouring for his nightstand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a measuring tape. Laying it on top of the base of his cock, James began to pull it out as he pulled out his prick. 1....2......3......4.......5.......6.......7.......8......9....and one-fourth....one-half. Nine and one half inches long and it was flaccid.
This couldn't be real. This couldn't have happened. There had to be a way to prove to himself that this wasn't a dream. Reaching again for his nightstand, he pulled out one of his small sized condoms and headed back into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stepped in and got wet. He soaped up his groin and himself, then he slipped the condom on and it didn't fit like it normally did. It only came partially down his soft shaft. In disbelief he backed up again, like he could walk, turn, and then run away from his own appendage. But he forgot he was holding his cock up to look at it and when he backed up the shower head, set on power massage setting, sent a pulsating stream right towards his prick's piss slit.
"Ooooohhhh..."
The spray sent a tickling feeling that ran from piss slit up to James's lower lip. He tried to back away further, forgetting he was in the shower stall. The spray kept hitting him and he felt his schlong begin to inflate, long and thicker, harder and veinier.
"Ooooh gaaaawd..." thought James. "I'm not just a shower... I'm a grower!"
James looked down at his package as it grew and grew causing every ripple in the condom to become stretched so thin and so taut that it was becoming damn near invisible on James's massive member. Pre was leaking out of his humongous helmet now, the head stretching the mini-condom to its limits. It didn't take long for the lengthening and hardening rod of steel to grow until there was a sudden release of pressure as the condom split open from head to base, the ring of the opening being all that was left to show that the condom was originally a tube instead of a sheet of rubber or latex. James still had the tape measure in his hand and shakily run along the massive monster of meat sticking out from his groin and overflowing his own hands. ... ... ... .... fourteen inches long. A quick wrap around of the tape revealed the dominant dong to be nine inches around at its thickest point.
The realisation of the size of his wonder worm and nuts, the jetting spray from the shower onto his cock and balls, the rubbing of his own, soaped up legs against both his cock and balls soon caused him to shudder and explode once more, sending a tsunami of cum against the stall door and causing him to sink to the stall floor.
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