Ancient Secrets Reveales
By: GiantGuy99@aol.com
Nah, he won’t mind if you just sign on for a couple of minutes. He’s not
gonna be back from swim practice for at least an hour, so he won’t even
know.
You sit down at your roommate’s computer. Yours has been crashing,
plus he’s got a new iMac that’s a hell of a lot faster. Soon enough you’ve
got the browser going. You check the webmail – nothing. Fuck it, do
some surfing. Maybe Tad found some good sites – you check the history
trail to see if maybe he had some good porn loaded up. Nah, mostly just
boring shit … he actually uses this fucking thing for schoolwork. Boring
son of a bitch.
ANCIENT ASIAN AND AFRICAN SECRETS REVEALED … now maybe that
would be interesting. You click on it and stare as the page loads up. Shit,
it’s a fucking penis enlargement site. You almost double over in the chair
laughing. Oh man, wait till the other guys on the floor hear about this.
You knew he was pretty sensitive about it – you heard he was pretty shy
in the locker room, even though he was one of the better swimmers on
the team. The cold water combined with the fact that he got the short
end of the stick earned him the nickname Acorn, Tadpole or even the
blunt Pencil Dick. You never made fun of him – yours was bigger than
average but no fucking porn star – but you heard the comments
whispered in the dorm halls when Tad was coming back from the showers.
Still, though, this was pretty fucking hilarious. Poor guy, so fucking
desperate he was going to fall for one of these ripoffs. Sad. Sad, but
super fuckin’ funny.
You scroll down a little bit – you wonder if he actually shelled out the cash
for the info the site promised would give you ULTIMATE CONTROL TO
EXPAND YOUR NATURAL ENDOWMENT AND GIVE YOUR MANHOOD THE
SIZE AND POWER YOU DESIRE. There were a couple of photos of skinny
guys with dongs halfway to their knees and balls like oranges – fakes, and
not even good ones. Jeez, spend the fuckin’ money on therapy and get
over it, man.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Tad was in the doorway, his hair still wet,
wearing a baggy sweatshirt and running shorts, his feet in sneakers with
no socks. Looks like he left practice in a hurry.
“I uh, my system’s trashed man and I needed to check my mail, and uh…”
You see Tad’s focus go to the webpage, still blinking ANCIENT SECRETS
REVEALED as his face hardens. He pulls the sweatshirt off, obviously
pissed off.
“Don’t go in my stuff man. EVER.” He barks at you, sounding angrier
than he’d ever been. He doesn’t look at you, kicking one shoe off and
then the other, slamming his gym bag down.
“Jeez, sorry man.” You go to shut the computer down. You can’t help
snickering as you get your last glimpse of the ripoff grow-your-dick-huge
site.
“Think it’s funny, huh man? HUH?” You swivel around in the chair. Tad
stands there, his shorts stripped off, legs spread, arms folded, naked. His
dick, still shriveled from the pool water, hangs over a nutsack almost fully
pulled up from the chill. “Go ahead and look, man. Laugh. Go ahead.”
He glowers at you.
“Shit man, you gotta admit it’s a ripoff. Hope you didn’t blow too much
money on that crap.”
Tad looks at you defiantly. “A rip off, huh? How the fuck would you
know?”
You laugh again. “Come ON man. It’s gotta be. If it wasn’t then every
guy would be doing … doing whatever the fuck they tell you to do.”
Tad doesn’t answer, but just closes his eyes. He spreads his legs a little
more, breathing deeply, almost like he was doing some kind of martial-
arts focusing or something … you stare, curious. What the hell was he
doing?
Almost two minutes goes by, the two of you still, Tad breathing and
exhaling, you leaning forward in the computer chair. Self hypnosis
maybe? This was weird, but interesting anyway…
Tad’s hands come slowly down to his crotch, fondling his limp cock and
nutsack. Great. He was going to jack off in front of you. The perv. But
wait … what the fuck?
Tad groans slightly, pulling harder at the shaft of his dick. It wasn’t
getting hard, but it was … stretching? fuck! like someone kneading and
working a piece of clay … it was thickening … still soft but pumping up …
rubbery … expanding in his hands as he stroked it slowly…. Swinging
down longer …
Tad gives a grunt, pushing as though he were struggling to push a heavy
weight. His face was turning red, eyes still closed. His balls slowly drop
down, golf ball sized now … swelling to the size of eggs … getting fatter
and heavier … round and full like plums … bloating out like two tennis
balls, the skin stretched and red …
Your mouth drops open. You lean forward, staring, as Tad works his dick,
now swollen like a sausage in his hands. He is completely unaware of your
presence. Finally his hands come off his cock, and he grunts again. The
fat, heavy prick now swinging between his legs starts to jerk as it fills,
hardening, pushing up and out. It takes a full two minutes for it to reach
full erection, the mushroom cockhead the size of a small apple, the shaft
almost purple, easily ten inches long. Tad’’s eyes open and meet yours.
You can’t say anything. He smirks, wiping away the sweat dripping off his
eyebrows.
Suddenly he steps forward, his painfully swollen cock bobbing in front of
him. Shit, was he going to make you suck it? It would fucking break your
jaw! But instead he brings his hands up to your head, gripping it with his
thumbs centered in your forehead. You jump – the heat from his hands is
intense, almost burning your skin. Tad closes his eyes again and starts to
smooth his thumbs over your forehead, stretching fhe skin, moving from
the center outward. After a few seconds you stop resisting, feeling a
tingling and a relexation flooding through your body, flowing down like
warm water from your head to your feet.
You have a strange sensation that his thumbs are almost digging in to
your skin, molding it like clay, that you are somehow malleable, elastic,
the tension draining from your body. His thumbs feel huge, flat, powerful,
strong, radiating heat. He starts to apply pressure to either side of your
head and after a moment it feels as though your body just gives in,
bending to his will… his hands feel huge … enormous … as though they
are surrounding you … cupping you…
The wide, ridged surface of his thumb brushes down over your face, and
you realize you are rapidly shrinking… held in his hand as he strokes you
continually with his thumbs, molding you, shaping you. The warm sluggish
feeling is making your whole body feel heavy, as though you were
underwater wearing heavy boots, or else drugged or half asleep. You look
up at Tad. His face is screwed up in intense concentration, staring down
at your diminishing body, shrinking in his hands.
His thumbs tower above you, larger than your entire body. He seems
satisfied, and holds you between a finger and thumb. It all seems like a
dream, like flying. Somehow the fact that you are now an inch tall doesn’t
panic you or anger you, it just IS. Tad carefully places you on the swollen
head of his mammoth cock, which rises like a sixty-foot pole from his
crotch. You are staring at the immense dickslit, dripping with thick, clear
precum. He pushes you closer, your face making contact with the hot,
hard meat of his prick. You gasp for breath and then suddenly you are
inside, the pisstube stretching to make room for the bulk of your body,
flexing around you, wrapping you tightly in hot, slippery flesh. You are
forced further in, Tad’s groans echoing loudly around you, the precum
squishing around your body as he shoves you into his dick. You brain is
still fuzzy even while you are fully engulfed in the heavy shaft, more and
more precum bubbling past you. Suddenly you feel heavy, rhythmic
contractions down the length of his enormous cock, squeezing your body,
faster and faster. Somewhere you can hear him panting gutturally,
grunting and groaning – fuck, he is beating off, jacking his gigantically
swollen prick with you shoved deep inside it.
You are held tightly, the tube stretched wide, precum slick around you
like syrup. Suddenly a stronger contraction grips his cock, and another,
and another. A wave of hot, stingingly salty thick jism blasts against you,
forcing you down the tube like a geyser blasting out of the ground. You
come spurting out of Tad’s cock with his massive load, flying in a high arc
toward his lean, muscled smooth chest. Your dulled brain registers the
impact as you land, sprawled out in a pool of yellowish, heavy cum. You
breathe slowly, feelling his pulse thudding in his chest beneath you. He
pants, looking down at the pint of cum splattered across his tight abs and
his chest … seeing your tiny body glued to the spot in between his pecs.
He pauses, then takes one finger and digs you up out of the pool of cum,
the jizz gluing you to his fingertip. You are aware of being lifted, of
seeing his body laid out beneath you, massive cock laying still hard
against his belly, cum everywhere … and then his open lips surrounding
you, his fingertip pressing against his tongue, pushing you against the
soft muscle. His lips close over his finger as he slurps it out as though
licking honey off his fingers.
He rolls his tongue around in his mouth, enjoying the sensation of you
sliding across his tongue… and swallows.
He lays there, hands wrapped around his swollen cock, a small grin on his
face as he feels the slight squirming in his belly. After a few minutes he
ambles over the computer, his dick still hanging half pumped and heavy…
he restarts the computer and loads up the web page…
“ANCIENT SECRETS REVEALED…”