Games

So I was having lunch with Robbie the other day, talking about what our mischievous friend Dave might do next with his newfound wishpower. We were hanging out at the coffee shop near my new, so-huge apartment on one of the pricier neighborhoods on Manhattan's Upper West Side. I barely even noticed the rent. I just had it deducted from my investment account, which, thanks to Dave's first wish-gift to me, had over a hundred million dollars in it—earning a nice return, too. Which was good, “cause I'd be around for a while: My second wish was for that forever-young, superhung double-dick muscle bod that, I have to tell you, never stopped feeling totally awesome.

Right now those double dicks, which had grown to a towering 17 beer-can-thick inches thanks to a previous Dave-incited adventure, were getting majorly boned as I admired Robbie's awesome and unique bod. He'd wished for the money, too, but then he'd surprised Dave by asking for a four-armed, four-legged boytaur body, the kind he'd only read about online, and capped it by wishing no one would think it was weird. Next to myself I think Robbie made the best use of the three wishes Dave offered all his friends after he got his powers. I reserve number one for myself because my third wish had already furnished me, not to mention Dave and the rest of the guys, a lot of fun and some great surprises. I'd wished to be able to secretly modify Dave's wishes—and I'd arranged it so Dave didn't even know I was listening in on his wishes and adding a twist of my own. I still had two weeks before we'd agreed he'd find out what my third wish was.

So anyway, back to Robbie. I think Dave had really admired Robbie's balls (so to speak) in asking to be a boytaur, ’cause while he was cute before, after Dave was done with him he turned out so fucking hot. Those four arms, usually framed by a bright-colored tanktop (like me, he favored bright colors, though I usually wore fairly loose tees), were perfect: the right amount of muscle, length, shape, tone, everything. Right now his back arms were draped comfortably in his lap, and his front arms were resting casually on the glass table. I was looking at his hands, which were pretty big and very sexy, when I noticed for the first time that each hand had six fingers instead of four, plus the thumb. My cocks, of course, were suddenly all the way hard.

Robbie caught me staring and grinned sheepishly, revealing brilliant teeth that contrasted nicely with his light all-over tan. He explained that the extra digits thing was often a part of the boytaur concept in most of the stories online, and Dave had apparently spent an evening studying up on boytaurs before performing his magic.

“Digits?” I said, adjusting my painfully hard monster cocks. “So, toes too?”

Robbie nodded, grinning. “My hands and feet are so wide, “cause of the extra fingers and toes,” he said, holding up one of his right hands and spreading it to display its size. I suddenly wanted him to wrap that hand around something in particular, but I figured he already knew I had a crush on him. Can you still call it a crush if you totally want to jump someone's bones? And not let go? Anyway, Robbie had been seeing a lot of this tall, lanky, Hispanic stud he'd met at the club where Dave had grown everyone's cocks, and so I was hanging back a little—though it was really hard, in more ways than one, especially when he flashed that aw-shucks smile of his.

I nodded, admiring the hand as he dropped it back onto the table, and took a sip of my iced cappuchino. “So, any other surprises?”

Robbie's eyes widened. “You don't fucking know the half of it.”

He so wanted to tell me, but he was a little nervous. I leaned forward. “Tell me,” I coaxed.

He glanced around him and then leaned forward. “You're not gonna believe this,” he said, stalling.

“Tell me, c’mon,” I pleaded.

He looked at me for a second, then whispered, “I have eight fucking cocks!”

I fell back in my chair. “No shit!”

“Shit!” He said, nodding vigorously. “And they're not pint-sized either. That fucker Dave, he started “em out at 16 inches long when they get hard! And eight inches around!”

I knew immediately what that meant. Everyone at the club that night a week before had grown an extra five inches of cock. Robbie's eight cocks had to be topping out at 21 inches now. All of a sudden I knew why he was always wearing very baggy black four-legged jeans.

I felt a twinge of guilt at this. Dave had only intended to give everybody and extra two and a half inches, but I'd secretly doubled his whammy. I never even thought about guys with more than enough already. How could your cock be too big?

Someday, I'd have to tell him. Someday.

I stared at him open mouthed for a minute, barely even noticing my own cocks ejaculating wildly down the legs of my jeans. “Are you O.K. with that? That's a whole lot of cock.”

Robbie didn't answer right away. He leaned back a little as well, rearranging his arms so they were all lounging in his lap. “At first I wasn't sure,” he admitted. “But, that was before I came for the first time.” He locked eyes with me—his were a very sharp ice blue. “You haven't lived, man, until you’ve cum out of eight huge cocks. The first time, my heart nearly stopped. I konked out and came to a half hour later, totally fucking drenched in cum. And I was still totally boned.” He grinned. “It is so fucking awesome.”

I shared his gaze, then, looked down. “I'll have to take your word for it,” I said.

He laughed, and reached over to place his warm hand on mine. “No, you won't!” I glanced up, and suddenly we were staring into each other's eyes and smiling uncontrollably. Both of us!

“I know you want me,” He said. “And I've always wanted you. Now more than ever. Let's cut the crap and just get together for Pete's sake!”

“You have a way with words,” I grinned, and then we were kissing across the table, his right hands holding my left. My heart was pounding in my ears. I knew I didn't just have a crush—it was so much more.

After a while I heard a throat clearing behind me. We broke from our deliocious liplock to see Dave smiling down on us, his tenpack abs partly visible between his too-short tee and his well-packed gym shorts.

“Aren't you two lovebirds cute?” he said. I made ready to defend against sophomoric abuse, when I heard a wish form in Dave's mind. The wish, much to my amazement, was that Robbie and I should love and cherish each other and make each other very happy for the rest of our lives.

I was deeply touched by this. A tear welled up in my eye as I mentally added to Dave's wish a provision that the same should happen to him, as well, with whoever he wanted to be with most.

Even as I finished altering Dave's wish, I started to feel very sick and woozy. I began to collapse and felt myself fell into Dave's suddenly outstretched arms. I remember hearing Dave and Robbie simultaneously call out my name. And then, darkness.

I awoke some time later, feeling strange. I was lying in bed. My vision cleared and I realized I was in my apartment. A face filled my vision—a beautiful face, a face I loved. Robbie. I felt four warm, strong hands on my torso, shoulders, and neck. His eyes showed concern, and, as I came around, something else. Amazement, excitement. His eyes glanced to my left.

I turned my head and discovered that I was not alone in my bed. Someone else was lying next to me. During the second I took to register what I was seeing, I observed that he had a perfect body packed into well-made, slightly too tight clothes in bright colors; wavy lond hair falling on broad shoulders. His head was turned away from me, looking up at Dave, who was returning his gaze with relief and a certain flavor of wonder. Dave glanced at me, his eyes still full of wonder, and the blond boy sprawling next to me turned to see what he was looking at.

I'd looked into my own eyes a million times in the mirror, so it's not as much of a shock as you'd think. I was perplexed, but not displeased. We checked each other out, and laughed that we were doing so. We winked at each other. Well, we looked good!

And I realized what had happened, even as Dave was saying, with an edge of awe in his voice, “I wished happiness for you two. I guess somehow I must have wished it for myself. But the guy I wanted was—you.” And he was looking into the eyes of the other me. “It was always you, dude. I guess somehow—“

“You couldn't be in two places at once,” Robbie said, looking into my eyes, smiling peacefully. I settled back, enjoying his gaze, forgetting the others for a heartbeat.

“You couldn't be in two hearts at once,” I heard Dave say.

So once again the combination of Dave's wish and my own had had an unintended consequence. This time, it turned out it wasn't just a night's adventure, but a lifetime—s. As I pulled an ecstatic Robbie to me, his luscious lips meeting mine, his hands roving my body as I started to feel his enormous erections swelling in his oversized jeans, I felt a little bad that Dave was so mystified about what had happened. But I still had my secret—and another two weeks in which to find out all the surprises I could make with it.

My secret? Our secret.