Gulliver Musk Shots

- Gulliver Musk shots -

“Yo dude... my folks are getting worried about all that growth spurts I’ve had recently.”

“Huh? How come?”

“Well, they say at this rate that they’re not gonna find proper clothes for me anymore. My mom only got these from a friend of a friend because she’s scared I’m going to outgrow them soon.”

Wyatt gave his tall friend a smirk. Barney slipped out a chuckle, standing next to the small door of their “hideout”. He was standing so tall, well over six feet tall, that his head brushed the ceiling of the place while he stood midway on the stairs.

“Well, are you going to do it again?”

With a malicious pleasure, the big guy rubbed his hair against the ceiling while Wyatt glanced up at him in admiration.

“I’m giving you a boner, right, Wyatt?” Barney asked back with a playful smirk.

Wyatt blushed at the question. Words slipped out like an awkward blurt from his mouth and it only made his friend grinning more.

“Don’t be shy... this size... it gives me the biggest, the best, boners I’ve ever had...”

Barney grasped his crotch with his free hand, the other one still holding on that can. The crotch was packed, filled.

“I’m already chubbing out a little.” His horny face said seductively.

The tall man walked down the stairs toward his friend looking up at him in sheer awe. From sitting on the old wooden and mistreated park bench they’ve brought in their hideout, Wyatt could only admire his best friend’s tallness. While Barney never had past the small 5’6” height before, thanks to the “shots” he took in his friend’s company he had grown a little everyday until he stood now a good foot taller than he was to begin with.

Barney ran his free hand, every fingers long and dextrous, over the fat bulge lurking in his jeans, onto which Wyatt’s eyes were transfixed.

“You want a look, little fag?” Barney teased his best friend.

Before Barney took the shots, he used to be the small guy and to be teased by Wyatt, a good five foot ten lad. Wyatt tensed at the tease, but the look on his friend’s face intended that it was more of a tease instead of a derisory comment... or so he thought.

“What’s it feel like to be the small guy now?” He added while moving his hips back and forth, almost pressing his crotch into his friend’s drunken gaze. “Cat got your tongue, Wyatt?”

“Fuck you...”

Barney’s hand jerked so fast Wyatt didn’t see it coming. The bigger guy wrapped his free hand behind his smaller friend’s head and forced it to bury itself on his crotch. Wyatt blurted out to let him be but he was shut down by Barney’s loud commanding voice.

“Cut the crap, Wyatt! You like this, so stop pretending you don’t!”

“I’m not gay!”

“Yes you are! And so am I! Why’s it so hard to accept who you are??”

Wyatt stopped pulling away and let himself sink into Barney’s musky crotch to his friend’s pleasure.

“That’s it, Wyatt... feel it... smell it... fuck I’m boning up...”

Barney’s used both his hands awkwardly to unzip the jeans and to pull out inch after inch of a fat, long, half hard snake. The thing almost hit his friend in the eye but instead hit his forehead before flopping down a little. It was as thick as a salami and at least seven inches... and it was still growing.

“Have a taste, fag.”

Reluctant, Wyatt hesitated until Barney pulled on his head and shoved the growing salami between his tight lips.

“Oh yeah... fuck... it feels good...”

The lewd slurping sound of the cock slipping in and out of Wyatt’s tightening mouth increased with the increasing pace of Barney’s thrusting hips. Wyatt’s average-sized hands gripped firmly on his friends tall butt cheeks pulling and pushing in rhythm with his lustful friend.

“Nine inches of dick... I measured it this morning.” Barney said with pride.

The face-fucking kept on for a few minutes until Barney removed his hands from behind his smaller friend’s head. Wyatt gasped for breath, drool and precum slipping off his hungry swollen lips.

“Doesn’t look like the first dick you’ve sucked.” Barney snapped.

“Fuck... fuck you...”

The glistening hard shaft stood erect in front of Barney like a totem. Tall and proud like its owner and ready for more.

“Turn around, fag.” Barney commanded.

“Wha... what? Barn... I’ve never done anal before...”

“Neither did I.”

Nervous, but eager, Wyatt did as told. He dropped off his pants around his ankles and he held himself against the bench backrest, his knees on the seat. He pushed out his ass like a natural, only to make his friend lick his lips in sexual hunger.

With carefulness, Barney pressed the tip of his virgin dick against the tight ring of his friend’s hole. With awkward and not-so-delicate thrusts, he forced himself inside his friend to Wyatt’s painful grunts and cries.

Once completely in, he began doing the primal, yet clumsy in spite of their position and first time, fucking thrust of his hips.

Already close to cumming, Barney noticed the vial emerging from his friend’s school bag on the bench. He grabbed it and brought it to his face: the trigger to all these growth spurts he’s had recently.

“My parents would kill me...” He moaned, almost losing it when he thought about outgrowing his new clothes... having his already too long legs jut out even more by the end of his bed... having to actually bend to get through normal doorframe... having an even bigger dick... growing even taller...

“What are you doing?” Wyatt gasped as his tall friend’s pace slowed down to a stop.

“You want me to get even bigger?”

“What?... fuck... that’d be so fucking hot...”

“You’re really an insatiable little fag, are you?”

“As long as I am yours...”

Barney grinned. Usually one sniff of the Gulliver Musk shot would make him grow a few inches taller, make his dick swell and stretch his hands and feet longer and larger... but this time, he took two... long... deep... sniffs, and dropped the vial shut back in the back before resuming his needy fucking...

Already, he could feel the shoes getting tight.