Terry awoke the next morning beneath a tent that could have hosted a three ring circus. It was his first day with morning wood that actually mattered. He threw the blankets up over his head and stared down at the sight of his colossal dong silhouetted in the soft light of the sheets.
"Holy shit!" he laughed to himself. That thing had to be at least ten, no... twelve inches long! He sprung out of bed and over to the ruler on his desk.
9 1/2"
Ok, so maybe he'd overestimated a little. But 9 1/2" was pretty decent all the same. He kissed the little jam jar of extension cream. It was still almost a quarter of the way full.
Terry flopped back down to his bed and started jerking off. It was awkward and different, using his whole hand to jerk off. Before, he'd always just rubbed it between his thumb and two forefingers. That wasn't going to work anymore. At first he squeezed it too hard, gripping it with his fist. He eventually found a more natural grip and started taking slow, smooth strokes up the thick shaft. It was so unfamiliar, like jerking off a stranger. He barely recognized it from the tiny, thumb sized cock it had once been.
His erection hardened further, blue veins traced their way all along the shaft like jagged bolts of lightning. It was heavy in his hands, thicker than a banana. He could feel the excitement and pleasure building up behind his balls, which had grown to the size of large eggs. Maybe a little too big, he was glad he hadn't overdone it in his excitement the day before. He kept stroking, letting the climax build further. It had never taken him this long to come before, and his orgasms had always been brief and underwhelming. This one was gonna be a doozy.
Images flashed in his head as his thoughts jumped rapidly between all the girls he'd turned down for dates before. Alice Bertram's face and pert tits flashed before his eyes and her whispered promise to "go as far as he wanted" thundered in his eardrums.
He stoked faster and faster, feeling the heat of his hands and the heat of his cock as it throbbed with mounting pleasure. Only too late did he realize he didn't have anywhere to jizz!
"Wow! Damn! Shit!"
His stomach tightened and he spasmed uncontrollably for a second as a long rope of gooey cum spurted from his swollen cockhead like a shot from a squirtgun, followed rapidly by a second, third, and even fourth. The fifth bubbled out and slid down his shaft as he stroked out every last jolt of orgasm from the massive cock. He kept stroking until there was nothing left and his erection started to fade.
He lay back in his bed and sighed contentedly.
He plucked a handful of tissues out of the box on his desk and did his best to clean up every drop of stray cum.
"Ha, Peter North, eat your heart out..." he said, admiring the Kleenexes soaked in his thick spooge.
He buried them underneath some old magazines in his wastebasket and sat down at his desk to examine the jar of extension cream. He spun it on its base with his finger.
9 1/2 inches. Pretty decent. Great even. He could never imagine any girl complaining about that.
Still though... Should I or shouldn't I? he spun the jar on its side and watched it as it turned and glinted in the light of the early morning.
How many inches could he want? 10"? 12"? 18"!?The ad on the jar of the original formula claimed there was no limit. He knew he didn't want one he had to cart around in a wheelbarrow, but the thought of watching his cock swell up larger and larger was singing a siren song.
His thoughts went back to Alice's promise. Maybe it was time to see if the offer still stood...
"Holy shit!" he laughed to himself. That thing had to be at least ten, no... twelve inches long! He sprung out of bed and over to the ruler on his desk.
9 1/2"
Ok, so maybe he'd overestimated a little. But 9 1/2" was pretty decent all the same. He kissed the little jam jar of extension cream. It was still almost a quarter of the way full.
Terry flopped back down to his bed and started jerking off. It was awkward and different, using his whole hand to jerk off. Before, he'd always just rubbed it between his thumb and two forefingers. That wasn't going to work anymore. At first he squeezed it too hard, gripping it with his fist. He eventually found a more natural grip and started taking slow, smooth strokes up the thick shaft. It was so unfamiliar, like jerking off a stranger. He barely recognized it from the tiny, thumb sized cock it had once been.
His erection hardened further, blue veins traced their way all along the shaft like jagged bolts of lightning. It was heavy in his hands, thicker than a banana. He could feel the excitement and pleasure building up behind his balls, which had grown to the size of large eggs. Maybe a little too big, he was glad he hadn't overdone it in his excitement the day before. He kept stroking, letting the climax build further. It had never taken him this long to come before, and his orgasms had always been brief and underwhelming. This one was gonna be a doozy.
Images flashed in his head as his thoughts jumped rapidly between all the girls he'd turned down for dates before. Alice Bertram's face and pert tits flashed before his eyes and her whispered promise to "go as far as he wanted" thundered in his eardrums.
He stoked faster and faster, feeling the heat of his hands and the heat of his cock as it throbbed with mounting pleasure. Only too late did he realize he didn't have anywhere to jizz!
"Wow! Damn! Shit!"
His stomach tightened and he spasmed uncontrollably for a second as a long rope of gooey cum spurted from his swollen cockhead like a shot from a squirtgun, followed rapidly by a second, third, and even fourth. The fifth bubbled out and slid down his shaft as he stroked out every last jolt of orgasm from the massive cock. He kept stroking until there was nothing left and his erection started to fade.
He lay back in his bed and sighed contentedly.
He plucked a handful of tissues out of the box on his desk and did his best to clean up every drop of stray cum.
"Ha, Peter North, eat your heart out..." he said, admiring the Kleenexes soaked in his thick spooge.
He buried them underneath some old magazines in his wastebasket and sat down at his desk to examine the jar of extension cream. He spun it on its base with his finger.
9 1/2 inches. Pretty decent. Great even. He could never imagine any girl complaining about that.
Still though... Should I or shouldn't I? he spun the jar on its side and watched it as it turned and glinted in the light of the early morning.
How many inches could he want? 10"? 12"? 18"!?The ad on the jar of the original formula claimed there was no limit. He knew he didn't want one he had to cart around in a wheelbarrow, but the thought of watching his cock swell up larger and larger was singing a siren song.
His thoughts went back to Alice's promise. Maybe it was time to see if the offer still stood...
