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As soon as Gerald woke up that morning, he remembered the conversation. Grabbing his cell phone from off of his bedside table and quickly slipping on his glasses, Gerald assured himself it all had truly happened by finding the new name in his list of contacts: Maximilian Cooke. His heart began to beat faster even as his aching head told him to lie back down and fall asleep. There was even a WhatsApp message from him delivered some time last night… probably after he had passed out: ‘Text me at 12 tomorrow… if you’re still up for it. I know I am.’’
Gently placing his pounding head back on his pillow, Gerald grinned. Finally… life was falling into place. All of his hard work and time hadn’t been for nothing.
Even basking in his joy and memory of the sexy man who had sat across from him in the pub, Geralds heart began to beat faster. His scientific mind knew it was only a side effect of his hangover, but he also feared what he had set in motion with Max. Of course, both men wanted the same thing… but was Gerald ready to take the final plunge and begin experimenting?
The pubs opening had sent him into Soho that Monday night. He had reserved a table for him and his friend, David, but David cancelled at the last minute, and Gerald found himself alone at the table on the street. Even being forced to sit on the street… in the cold… there was still a party atmosphere. A year of lockdown would do that to any community, but the British worshipped their pubs, and any chance to step back into one and drink a pint was cause for a celebration. Gerald just wished he wasn’t always so alone…
Gerald looked up from the glass he had been concentrating on, and into the ice blue eyes of the James Dean wannabe that stood before him holding a Guinness in his hand.
Gerald watched the lad sit down while taking a sip from his glass at the same time. He had to be… what… twenty two… twenty five… his stubble barely growing… his body… though somewhat hidden by his leather jacket and jeans, lithe and lean.
Silence. Silence that needed to be filled.
The two drank in silence for a few minutes. Damn, he was beautiful, Gerald thought… but I’m old enough to be his father…!
Gerald looked at Max and smiled. He may be rough around the edges, he thought, but he seemed kind…
Max ordered another lager for Gerald and a Guinness for himself, and although several guys came up to talk to him, Max only seemed interested in Gerald. Before he knew it, a third and then a fourth pint were ordered, and Max’s stool had moved closer to Gerald’s.
Max ordered another round for the two, and although he tried to refuse, Max wouldn’t hear of it. Outside on Compton Street it was beginning to get busier and, despite it getting colder, there was a New Years Eve vibe in the air. Gerald looked at Max and grinned as they both took a sip
The two men clinked their glasses and drank.
Really Gerald? Do you want to tell this young stud who is acting like he’s into you how old you are? Smooth move. Change the subject quick… and sound interesting!!!
A blonde stud in a white short sleeve shirt and no coat came over to Max and began flirting with him. Gerald assumed they knew each other by the way they casually began to make out, or perhaps he was just some young guy hoping to get lucky on a Monday night. As soon as Max sent his new friend off to buy a round of shots for the table, Gerald worked quickly to gain back Max’s undivided attention. Perhaps it was the liquor that had loosened his tongue or perhaps the fifty-three year old thought he possibly had a chance with the hot guy he had sitting at his table. No matter what it was, his gut was telling him it was time to brag.
The bartender was pouring the shots for the blonde stud.
The blonde was paying for the drinks.
Gerald did as he was told. In a few moments Max was handing it back to him.
Max leaned over and kissed Gerald gently on the lips. Moving back, the young man smiled.
The blonde returned with the shots and they continued to drink right up until the 10.30 last call bell. Through those hours, Gerald felt himself actually relax for the first time in years as he talked and laughed with Peter and Max. Although there was obvious sexual chemistry between the two younger guys, Max always had a wink or a smile for Gerald at all the right times.
Getting home last night had been a bit of a blur and Gerald barely remembered getting out of his clothes and into bed. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to see Max again later this afternoon. Maybe after he showed him some of his work, he could take the boy for something to eat. Yeah. That would be really nice.
From his bedroom, just as he was starting to drift off again, Gerald heard his front door open and close. The shock of realising he was not alone in his house forced him quickly out of bed and into the main room. Before him stood Max, carrying two coffees.
Gerald took the lidded cup and held the warm object in his hand.
Gerald spent nearly thirty minutes in the shower and stepped out to a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes. Max had prepared a pot of tea, and was just an expert conversationalist as Gerald had remembered. When he was starting to feel halfway human again, Max brought up Gerald showing him his experiment.
Yearning to show off in front of the handsome young man in front of him, Max eagerly led him outside and across the back garden to his workshop. This was where he had spent three years working on the project that would save the world from starvation… in theory. It had never been tried out. In all accounts, it should work, and perhaps he should have tested his findings before showing it to another person, but his cock was directing him… not his brain.
From a locked cabinet in the large wooden room in the back garden, Max removed a covered glass beaker with a white liquid in it. The substance appeared to be the consistency of Greek yogurt, and was odourless when Gerald removed the lid.
Gloving up and then grabbing a small rat from one of the cages, Gerald confidently held it in his hand while he took a small paintbrush from a desk drawer. Dipping the bristles of the brush into the formula, he lifted some of it out of the jar and proceeded to delicately apply it to the rat's tail.
Both men were silent as they watched the formula quickly sink into its tail. After Moving the rat back to its cage, Gerald removed his gloves and grabbed two stools for the men to sit on.
A few minutes later, the rat began to quickly move about its cage trying to find an area of comfort. Max watched in awe as the rat suddenly slowed down, and Gerald grabbed his new friend's arm as the rat’s tail slowly began to both lengthen and thicken. What had started out at two inches quickly became three, then four, then five. When it reached six inches long, the tail proceeded to lengthen more significantly than a rats tail normally would be. Once about ten minutes had passed, the growth ceased and the rat quickly went and started drinking from its water bottle.
Gerald was filled with so many emotions. He couldn’t believe his formula worked and was shocked that he had shared the experience with the sexy man next to him.
Gerald looked directly into Max’s eyes.
Max pulled out his phone.
Gerald stared at Max.
Max moved closer to Gerald until they were closer than they ever had been before.
Max moved to the desk while undoing his trousers. With a quick flourish they were on the floor and he was stepping out of them. The young man had gone commando, and Gerald couldn't help looking at Max’s half hard penis. It was already of good size and quite thick… a much nicer penis than his own.
Max grabbed the gloves and put them on.
Grabbing the glass beaker, Max proceeded to dip two fingers into the jar and remove some of its contents.
With his gloves hand he began to distribute the formula along the shaft of his penis. Going back to the beeker twice more, he was quickly able to coat both his cock and balls, ensuring both were equally covered. Once the formula began to seep into his skin, Max took off the gloves and grabbed his phone.
Gently placing his pounding head back on his pillow, Gerald grinned. Finally… life was falling into place. All of his hard work and time hadn’t been for nothing.
Even basking in his joy and memory of the sexy man who had sat across from him in the pub, Geralds heart began to beat faster. His scientific mind knew it was only a side effect of his hangover, but he also feared what he had set in motion with Max. Of course, both men wanted the same thing… but was Gerald ready to take the final plunge and begin experimenting?
The pubs opening had sent him into Soho that Monday night. He had reserved a table for him and his friend, David, but David cancelled at the last minute, and Gerald found himself alone at the table on the street. Even being forced to sit on the street… in the cold… there was still a party atmosphere. A year of lockdown would do that to any community, but the British worshipped their pubs, and any chance to step back into one and drink a pint was cause for a celebration. Gerald just wished he wasn’t always so alone…
- Anyone sitting here?
Gerald looked up from the glass he had been concentrating on, and into the ice blue eyes of the James Dean wannabe that stood before him holding a Guinness in his hand.
- I have to sit at a table or they’ll throw me out… and this seat is looking pretty comfortable, mate.
- It’s… no… no ones sitting here. Go ahead. Have a seat. Take it… it’s yours.
Gerald watched the lad sit down while taking a sip from his glass at the same time. He had to be… what… twenty two… twenty five… his stubble barely growing… his body… though somewhat hidden by his leather jacket and jeans, lithe and lean.
- Couldn't find a seat anywhere… whole streets gone mad!!
- They’re… all… reserved this about four weeks ago… the table…
- I’m supposed to be meeting me mates, but fuck ‘em. Decided to stay home and watch Love Island then brave the Corona. Fuck ‘em. Enjoying a drink with you now.
- Thanks.
- Of course.
Silence. Silence that needed to be filled.
- I’m… I’m Gerald.
- Maximilian. Mum thought it sounded posh. You can call me Max.
- Good to meet you, Max.
- You as well.
The two drank in silence for a few minutes. Damn, he was beautiful, Gerald thought… but I’m old enough to be his father…!
- What do you do for a living, Max?
- This and that. Been furloughed for a while… worked in a pub in Hackney for a while… got an Only Fans now.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah. Got a good amount of subscribers too. Make about five hundred quid a month.
- Really? Not bad.
- Enough to buy the next round.
- No. I think I’ve had enough for a Monday.
- No. No. It’s my treat. You let me sit at your table,
- It was no problem…
- Don’t insult me now. You’ll let me buy you a drink.
Gerald looked at Max and smiled. He may be rough around the edges, he thought, but he seemed kind…
- Sure. I’ll have another.
- Good!
Max ordered another lager for Gerald and a Guinness for himself, and although several guys came up to talk to him, Max only seemed interested in Gerald. Before he knew it, a third and then a fourth pint were ordered, and Max’s stool had moved closer to Gerald’s.
- No matter what I do, society doesn’t take me seriously.
- I’m sure that’s not true.
- No! It is! Society is too busy worrying about everybody else but don’t give a shit about Generation Z. For instance, why the fuck are all those old geezers getting the vaccine, and me, I have to go to work, risk my life, andI won’t get it till August!
- Well… that is an argument…
- Are you vaccinated?
- Ummm… yes…. I..,
- See. Society feels you have a right to feel safe and not me.
- No. No. That’s not true. It’s just… I work for a lab. We were all vaccinated.
- So you working in a lab is more important than me. That’s why I have to get fucked on camera to make money.
Max ordered another round for the two, and although he tried to refuse, Max wouldn’t hear of it. Outside on Compton Street it was beginning to get busier and, despite it getting colder, there was a New Years Eve vibe in the air. Gerald looked at Max and grinned as they both took a sip
- It’s been a while… since I drank this much. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of my house.
- You married?
- No.
- Boyfriend?
- Nope. Never been kissed. I came out pretty late… and… well… work keeps me pretty busy.
- Your lab work.
- Yeah.
- You ever been fucked?
- Ummm… no. Never.
- Fucked a guy?
- Nope.
- Damn, mate!!
- No! No. It’s fine. I don’t think I’ve ever really wanted to… felt the need to…
- You wank?
- Uhhh.
- You have to jerk it. I blow about 3 or 4 times a day.
- Of course I… um… jerk it. Just… not as frequently as you.
- Me mum says I’m sex crazed.
- Maybe she’s right!
- Ha!! Maybe she is. Let’s drink to that,
The two men clinked their glasses and drank.
- So. What do you do in a lab that keeps you so busy you can’t even jerk your cock?
- I’m not too busy for it… but… I guess when you’re…
Really Gerald? Do you want to tell this young stud who is acting like he’s into you how old you are? Smooth move. Change the subject quick… and sound interesting!!!
- I’m hoping to end world hunger.
- Really? All by yourself?
- Well… not all by myself… but mostly…
- How so?
A blonde stud in a white short sleeve shirt and no coat came over to Max and began flirting with him. Gerald assumed they knew each other by the way they casually began to make out, or perhaps he was just some young guy hoping to get lucky on a Monday night. As soon as Max sent his new friend off to buy a round of shots for the table, Gerald worked quickly to gain back Max’s undivided attention. Perhaps it was the liquor that had loosened his tongue or perhaps the fifty-three year old thought he possibly had a chance with the hot guy he had sitting at his table. No matter what it was, his gut was telling him it was time to brag.
- I’ve been working on a formula to give to animals… help them grow larger…. help with food supply in third world countries.
- You’d what… feed it to a cow and it grows bigger?
- Well… in theory. It’s still in the development stage.
- So, you’ve not really created it yet.
The bartender was pouring the shots for the blonde stud.
- No… I have… it’s just… it’s still in trial. The idea is that you rub it on the area of the animal you want to enlarge… to feed more people.
- And it works?
- No clue. Hasn’t been tested yet. It’s kind of a rogue programme I’ve been working on at home… outside of work…
- Doing your own thing. You sound like you could be a bad boy.
- I don’t know about that…
The blonde was paying for the drinks.
- I was thinking… I’m going to do an experimental trial tomorrow… on a rat… maybe you’d want to come over and watch.
- Really? Like… assist you in your experiment?
- Yeah. Like that.
- Fuck yeah!! I’d love that!! You and me playing mad scientist!!! Give me your phone. Unlock it.
Gerald did as he was told. In a few moments Max was handing it back to him.
- Just put my name in your contacts. Balls in your court now. I’d love to see more of you… you and your experiment… but mostly you. Text me tomorrow if it’s still on.
- I… I will. Of course I will. You can count on it.
- Good. I can’t wait.
Max leaned over and kissed Gerald gently on the lips. Moving back, the young man smiled.
- It’s a date!
The blonde returned with the shots and they continued to drink right up until the 10.30 last call bell. Through those hours, Gerald felt himself actually relax for the first time in years as he talked and laughed with Peter and Max. Although there was obvious sexual chemistry between the two younger guys, Max always had a wink or a smile for Gerald at all the right times.
Getting home last night had been a bit of a blur and Gerald barely remembered getting out of his clothes and into bed. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to see Max again later this afternoon. Maybe after he showed him some of his work, he could take the boy for something to eat. Yeah. That would be really nice.
From his bedroom, just as he was starting to drift off again, Gerald heard his front door open and close. The shock of realising he was not alone in his house forced him quickly out of bed and into the main room. Before him stood Max, carrying two coffees.
- I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just got you a flat white. Everyone loves a flat white.
Gerald took the lidded cup and held the warm object in his hand.
- I was going to text you… like you asked… I didn’t…
- … know I’d be here. Well, it’s a good thing I was or you’d never have found your way home. You completely blacked out. I found your address in your wallet and ordered an Uber to get you home. Once you were tucked in bed, the trains had stopped running from this area and a bus would have taken hours, so I helped myself to your couch. Hope you don’t mind.
- No! Not at all! I was just surprised.
- I had texted you early last night to help you remember me, but here I am… in the flesh. Now, why don’t you drink your coffee and take a shower. I’ll make you breakfast. That will help ease your head.
Gerald spent nearly thirty minutes in the shower and stepped out to a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes. Max had prepared a pot of tea, and was just an expert conversationalist as Gerald had remembered. When he was starting to feel halfway human again, Max brought up Gerald showing him his experiment.
Yearning to show off in front of the handsome young man in front of him, Max eagerly led him outside and across the back garden to his workshop. This was where he had spent three years working on the project that would save the world from starvation… in theory. It had never been tried out. In all accounts, it should work, and perhaps he should have tested his findings before showing it to another person, but his cock was directing him… not his brain.
- It’s about two months from the real trial, but we can give it a little test.
From a locked cabinet in the large wooden room in the back garden, Max removed a covered glass beaker with a white liquid in it. The substance appeared to be the consistency of Greek yogurt, and was odourless when Gerald removed the lid.
Gloving up and then grabbing a small rat from one of the cages, Gerald confidently held it in his hand while he took a small paintbrush from a desk drawer. Dipping the bristles of the brush into the formula, he lifted some of it out of the jar and proceeded to delicately apply it to the rat's tail.
Both men were silent as they watched the formula quickly sink into its tail. After Moving the rat back to its cage, Gerald removed his gloves and grabbed two stools for the men to sit on.
- Watch.
A few minutes later, the rat began to quickly move about its cage trying to find an area of comfort. Max watched in awe as the rat suddenly slowed down, and Gerald grabbed his new friend's arm as the rat’s tail slowly began to both lengthen and thicken. What had started out at two inches quickly became three, then four, then five. When it reached six inches long, the tail proceeded to lengthen more significantly than a rats tail normally would be. Once about ten minutes had passed, the growth ceased and the rat quickly went and started drinking from its water bottle.
- That is fuckin brilliant, Jerry!!! You need to call the newspapers!
- Not just yet. There are still plenty of other trials to be run.
- It’s amazing!! That tail just grew right in front of us! The BBC would go crazy over this.
- Well, it’s our little secret for a while. Don’t want to get hopes up if it only grows rat tails!
- Then you need to try it out on other things… a dog… a monkey…
- In time I will!
Gerald was filled with so many emotions. He couldn’t believe his formula worked and was shocked that he had shared the experience with the sexy man next to him.
- You have to! You could even try it out on me!
- Ha! On you?!
- Yeah. Fuck animals… you could make bank with cock and breast enlargements!
- That’s a great idea… but I think hunger should be where I start.
- Yeah… if the government lets you.
- Government?
- Yeah. They would snatch that right up if they knew it existed… do their own experiments.
- Yes… well… when I’m ready… I’ll present my findings and…
- I’d hate to see them take it from you.
Gerald looked directly into Max’s eyes.
- What are you saying?
- I’m saying that you created something miraculous, and I want a little taste… to keep me quiet.
- A taste.
- Yeah. A taste. Haven't you ever wanted your cock and balls just a little bit bigger?
- I haven’t really…
- My cock isn’t bad. A little over six inches… but imagine how popular I’d be if it was 12… 13 inches…. the money would roll in on Onlyfans.
- I can’t, Max. It needs to be tested… it could be dangerous. Who knows what might happen to your cock if…
Max pulled out his phone.
- I’m ready to take a chance on your brilliance. Are you ready to take a chance I don’t call the police?
Gerald stared at Max.
- Please don’t do this.
- Let me take the risk… and I’ll stay silent.
Max moved closer to Gerald until they were closer than they ever had been before.
- Do this for me, and no one will ever find out. It will be our secret.
- I’m not having any part in this. What you do is up to you.
- Perfect!
Max moved to the desk while undoing his trousers. With a quick flourish they were on the floor and he was stepping out of them. The young man had gone commando, and Gerald couldn't help looking at Max’s half hard penis. It was already of good size and quite thick… a much nicer penis than his own.
Max grabbed the gloves and put them on.
- Don’t want to have a massive hand as well.
Grabbing the glass beaker, Max proceeded to dip two fingers into the jar and remove some of its contents.
- Don’t put on too…
- Stop winging, Jerry.
With his gloves hand he began to distribute the formula along the shaft of his penis. Going back to the beeker twice more, he was quickly able to coat both his cock and balls, ensuring both were equally covered. Once the formula began to seep into his skin, Max took off the gloves and grabbed his phone.
- Here. You can film this for real proof that it works.