New Therapy

His cock, still rockhard and raging, eased out of my sore but wildly fucked asshole, shiny and wet, covered in lube and cum. He collapsed onto the bed as I marveled at how his beautiful penis remained so hard, and so able to bring me to orgasm after mind shattering orgasm over and over again.

And as I stared at that beautiful cock, I thought, "how incredible would this be if his cock was maybe two or three inches longer, thicker, with a bigger flared mushroom head, pounding my ass, cunt, and even pushed all the way down my throat?! And... dare I even think it (?)... while he fucked me with all of his intensity, what if I could look up and admire as he also sucked the massive cock of some incredible stud? What if he were giving an incredible blowjob to a huge cock while fucking me senseless? Just the idea of watching him bob his stretched lips up and down a 12 inch shaft, addicted to penis just as much as to pussy, quickly made me horny all over again.

"My lord!" Josh said as he was catching his breath. "That was so fucking intense! Just absolutely amazing! I can't ever recall cumming so hard, and for so long! Not even when I was in my teens. Honey you are on fire tonight!"

I smiled and wrapped my hand around his still throbbing penis. "You were amazing too, babe. I love how you fucked my ass. You don't do that often enough. I think you like fucking me in the ass maybe more than my pussy! Well, at least lately. And that's a good thing. I really like it when you fuck me in the ass. It feels fantastic for me. And it makes me cum so hard."

"Yeah", he said, "not that you haven't been like that before, but this seemed to go to 11!"

"You really made me horny with how much you pounded me with your cock. I really do love your cock. I think sometimes you don't realize just how special and how beautiful your penis is. I think I could just spend a whole evening admiring and stroking and playing with your beautiful penis. It's almost perfect."

I paused to gently stroke his shaft, gently up and down, swirling my finger around the still swollen shiny head, dipping my finger into the cum in his piss slit, and swirling it more and more around the head. And then stroking up and down the shaft a little more, always gently, trying to keep him just a little bit excited, but in the moment. I don't want him getting all worked up again too soon.

"Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky with a guy who is so wonderful in bed, not to mention a wonderful husband, but who really and truly knows how to please a woman, fuck a woman into pure ecstasy."

"Wait", he interrupted, "almost perfect penis? You mean you aren't completely pleased with my dick? Is that what you're saying?"

"Nooooo!! No, I didn't mean that. I mean, not exactly. I guess what I mean is, when we watch porn together, we both see all those beautiful women with spectacular perfect bodies. And you often comment how you think certain women have perfect tits, or a perfect tiny round ass, or a perfect pussy with perfect lips. You say things like that all the time. And that's okay!! I don't disagree at all. I think those women are hot for all the same reasons. So sometimes, when I see porn cock, and they're just huge and perfectly shaped and look so delicious, I think to myself the same kind of thing. Those are perfect cocks. Yours is wonderful, and I love it. I guess that only in comparison to the fantasy of porn cock, you still have an absolutely beautiful penis."

"But, you're saying not perfect. I guess I understand. And that's fair. But then, of course, what can I do to achieve what you wish you had? Is there something I can do to make it perfect? Stretching it or something? Maybe I can take some of those dick pills they sell on TV? Grow your penis an extra inch? I could try it!"

I laughed just a little bit, not enough to hurt his ego, but I did chuckle and just shook my head no. "Babe, those things don't really work. They're just junk they try to sell to idiots. Those things have been on the market for decades. Always junk. They never actually do anything. In fact, I read that some of those pills they sell have caused men to have serious infections, and they end up losing more than they gain. Anyway, no, those things are all just a waste of money."

Josh didn't look like he was quite done wondering about this. "Well, you're in the pharmaceutical industry. Are you telling me you've never heard of anything that actually does work? I mean, they've found cures for practically everything. Well, obviously, some things they're still working on. But I mean, they're coming out with treatments and cures for things all the time. I have to believe somebody's come up with something that would work to make a guys penis bigger. It's an obvious gold mine if they do."

I really cannot believe my luck. I mean, this was a clear open door to propose that he try the drug and therapy. Still, Josh is competitive. I needed him to take this as a challenge so that he would feel like he has to win in some way. Like, that it would grow his penis, but that it could never turn him gay. That he has so much resolve, and that he is so straight that he can totally resist that part of the therapy.

"Well, Josh baby, this might come as a little bit of a coincidence, or at least a surprise, but there IS something we've been working on. I am not generally at liberty to talk about it outside of the laboratory. But right now we are actually developing a product that has an interesting side effect. It seems to do what it is supposed to do, which is to improve general circulation in men 18 to 80 years old. But we've discovered that it also causes men to experience an increase in the size of their penis. In most cases men see at least one or two inches in additional growth. Sometimes even more."

"Really?! Are you pulling my leg? Have you really been working on something like this and you haven't said a word?"

"I told you, I'm not at liberty to talk about what we're testing. You know that! Anyway, what's important is that this drug actually does seem to work."

Josh looked not even slightly satisfied with that explanation. "Why not let me be one of your guinea pigs? You can test it on me. I think I would like the side effect of a much bigger penis in addition to improved circulation. Who wouldn't love a big penis and great circulation? I think we should try it!"

"Look, Josh, the clinical testing is still ongoing. We don't know all the side effects. And besides, you know I could never get you into that test. Dr. Griffiths would probably take me off this study and put me somewhere where I can't do any harm."

"Well... she doesn't have to know, Christina. I can't believe you can't simply sneak a little of that magic potion into some kind of a test tube and bring it home. Why does she have to know?"

"I don't want to get your hopes up", I told Josh, "but I wouldn't be surprised if I could sneak some home. I already suspect a couple of the other girls I work with have been taking it home to test on their boyfriends or husbands. I don't know that for a fact, but there are rumors floating around. And again, there is a risk that other side effects could also have an impact on you. Maybe an irreversible impact."

"Well what other side effects do you think there could be? How many could there be? Are we talking about hundreds of little side effects? Am I going to lose all the hair on my head? Will I suddenly collapses into a coma? Is it major or minor? What are we talking about?"

"It doesn't seem to have too many side effects. So far, though, there is one additional side effect that we probably would have to talk about. You might not be crazy about the risk you'd be taking."

Josh had that anxious, eager, dying-to-know look on his face.

"The drug works best with an additional sensory stimulation therapy. And the outcome could mean that you get a much bigger dick, but that you also might become gay."

Now he finally had a completely different expression on his face. Kind of a blank look mixed with mild shock. And maybe a little disbelief.

"No wayyyyy!"

"It's true. The results have been consistent. And that is across enough volunteers who took the drug and the therapy and have developed a strong attraction to homoerotic imagery and some aspects of gay sex."

Now Josh looked almost amused. I don't think he was believing any of this. I think he was waiting for me to say 'April fools!'

"I'm serious, Josh. I'm not saying it's 100% definitely going to happen in all cases. But that's the risk you're taking. You'll get a bigger cock. I'm pretty sure of that. But you might find that you aren't entirely straight anymore. Of course, the results can always vary from one volunteer to the next. And everybody has a different kind of resistance or acceptance to the therapy. I have no clue how it would impact you. You might be different."

"So wait, are any of the guys who you're testing this on married? Are they suddenly leaving their wives and moving to San Francisco?"

"Actually, even if they are now attracted to gay sex, they don't seem to be attracted to men in general. That is, all of the men in this test group are either married or have committed relationships with a girl. And even after they have developed a strong interest in gay sex, they remain completely attracted to, and in love with their female partners. Not one has suddenly declared a desire to have a romantic relationship with a man. So, there are a number of complexities, and even contradictions that seem to be bubbling up to the top. And again, it's why we still just don't know enough about the drug and the therapy and long-term effects."

I let that sink in for a few moments. But Josh did not look at all deterred. After that offhand comment about having an almost perfect penis, he now seems thrilled that he could have a perfect penis, if only because he wants me to be super happy with his dick. And of course, I feel like all of this is kismet. Yes, I totally want him to have a huge penis. I definitely have a giant cock fetish. But let's face it, I am also totally turned on by the idea of him becoming bi, or frankly, even gay. At least turning him into a total cockslut. Oh my gosh, this would be my ultimate fantasy. And yet, I don't want to lose him. I want him to still be mine."

"Christina, I don't believe for one second that this would turn me gay. I think the guys that all turned bi or gay were already probably bi or gay. I know, you'll tell me they were straight. But I know I'm straight. I have zero interest in anything to do with a guy. I love sex with you, I love pussy, I can't imagine not fucking you and loving it every day of the week. So I say let's try it. I think I'm gonna get a much bigger cock, a perfect cock, and I will be the exception to your test and be one of the guys that did not go gay."

Oh my gosh, this was perfect. I didn't even have to push him at all. And he's already feeling the challenge. He's convinced he's the exception to the rule. Even though I know that the test results have shown that nobody is the exception to the rule. I think I'm going to get my dream man. I think he'll get a much bigger penis, maybe a nine or ten inch monster, I think he'll still want to fuck me 24/7, but I think I'm going to turn him bi. I think I'm gonna get to watch him become addicted to sucking cock. Oh my gosh. This is going to happen!

"Okay, then, here are the ground rules, Josh. If I can sneak some of the drug home, enough to successfully have an impact, and if you will also let me administer the sensory stimulation therapy, then we will see how it goes. And you must promise me that we will complete the entire therapy from beginning to end. You can't say you want to stop just because part of the therapy is something you don't want to do. Do you agree to that?"

"YES!"

"I mean it, Josh. You have to promise. You can't back out once we get started. No matter what the outcome. OK? Do you absolutely promise?"

"YES and DOUBLE YES!!"