"The Magic Inches Elixir, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi
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Dr. Goodbottom was poorly named. I say this from my regular avoidance of viewing his saggy rear, not helped by his baggy tweed trousers. I liked to discover nice asses, those perky, protruding fleshy pears. Don't we all?
I am a student assistant to the good doctor; sort of Igor to his Frankenstein. Mostly I wash lab glassware. I am well trained to be a dishwasher someday. He mostly leaves me alone until he suddenly gets excited over his newest discovery. Then hair flying and thick spectacles flashing he rushes towards me.
"By Gad I've got it."
No he wasn't speaking of a new disease, rather his way of announcing his latest scientific triumph.
I never poo poo him (not that I want to) but he is a genius and well connected with the US Government Defense Department. A secret arm that investigated new weapons.
"What have you got, sir?" I asked respectfully but with dread, because each new device or potion, I, me, had to be the human guinea pig to try it out. One day I am going to be permanently harmed by this.
"My lad, listen. It's a peanoose extender."
"What's a pea noose?" Oh yes, I rearranged his malapropism and came up with penis extender. "They already have em, altho' they don't really work." (I know because I have tried them all. Although I am foxy looking and gym built, I am somewhat lacking in my own "peanoose" department. It's a beauty, but more cherub than cheroot.)
He looked at me with benign amusement and said, in his Churchhill like voice: "This, dear boy works. I have a cage full of well endowed mice. You will see for yourself when you administer to yourself. Not here. I can't bear to look at nakedness, but somewhere where you can get naked in an appropriate place."
"Sauna," I said hesitantly, "I think guys get naked there. I heard. I mean, I don't have first hand knowledge, but..."
"Where ever you wish, but keep good notes."
(Soggy notes, I thought, in the sauna.}
He opened the case he had been carrying and there, sitting on a velvet cushion was a vial of pinkish fluid, gleaming from the light coming in the window.
"That's the donkey brew?" I said before I could stop the words.
"Don't know what you mean, but, eh, I see the connection. No not that large, just enough to make the difference between an ordinary man and a god."
"How will a larger male organ help our army to win a battle?"
"Oh ignorant child. Don't you know that all wars go back to the days of the ape. We intimidate with our maleness. Now that have morphed to the largest tanks and battleships. They are just stand ins for pea nooses."
"I see," I said. His logic was pretty good.
"Here it is. There is enough for three applications."
"How do you administer it?"
"Just rub it on the organ."
"Does it take a lot of rubbing?" Thinking of the spectacle I'd make in a sauna....again."
"No just a drop."
I put the vial in my jeans and headed out to the campus athletic and health building. It was two o'clock, not likely that anyone would be there at this hour, but who knows.
I presented my student card to the kid who I was going to say manned the desk shall we say boyed the desk. He didn't even look up from his text book while he handed me a locker key.
The locker room was empty except for two guys shooting craps against a wall in the corner. They merited a good look as they were obviously jocks. It was cute the way their towels opened as they knelt down. Ah well, on to the science experiment.
I undressed in my usual manner: keeping my dick out of view and pointing fingeers. Then a towel tied tightly and the small bottle in my hand I walked boldly where no man has gone before. Oh shit, I'm am making too much of this cock lengthener. It probably won't work anyway.
I remembered that I forgot my note book and decided that if anything happened I would commit it to memory.
I opened the door. Shit! The handle was hot as the hinges of hell. Why don't they replace it with a wooden handle instead of a metal one.
Inside the fetid atmosphere were three guys. Two were sitting far apart from each other. This was the American male's way of saying: "Gay? Me? No way"
So one muscled type was against the far wall, his eyes were closed, but we all know the trick of peeking. The other, a slim blond guy, probably tennis was his sport, was standing near the door I just entered from. The last kid was a tan Latino. I was taken by his dark curly hair and long eyelashes. His towel was not on but rather thrown over his shoulders. I deemed that he was trolling the two others using his fat tan prong and maroon ball sac to attract. I suppose, the way these things work that nothing was going to happen until one of them left.
I sat on the bench between them. The two guys had a profile view of me and the blond a front view. The three of us sat making no move. It looked like a stalemate until I realized that there was something going on. These guys knew each other from previous connections. It was me who was gumming up the works. It was me whom they were hoping would leave.
I decided that I had to move things along. I opened the front knot of my towel and separated the halves preparatory to administering the enlarging fluid (sounds like a photo studio, no?)
As soon as I did that, the atmosphere here changed completely. By that gesture I had enrolled myself in the club and now the others didn't have to pretend.
The two guys on either side of me, the jock one and the blond actually leaned over and took a good look at my stuff. I heard them utter a sort of sniff of derision.
The gorgeous curly haired Latino standing in front said in a sexy, slightly accented voice, "I hope it's a grower because as a dangler, it ain't much."
"It's a grower," I said hoarsely as they were getting me all hot and bothered with the attention.
I deftly wet my hand with the pink stuff and reached between my spread legs and grasped junior. I had the rapt attention of the room.
End Part One E