Stepping out of the shower, I look down at a very pitiful site. My cock use to be almost five inches long in a flaccid state, and a good eight and a half inches when erect. Since I've aged past fifty, I've noticed more and more how it looks like I'm done in the sex department. My poor little cock was looking like a very scared turtle.
Not being married, no girlfriend to speak of, dam this was not what I thought it would be like at this age. All my single friends were always looking so chipper. Talking about this woman or that woman, they had been with. None of this did me any good.
Slipping on a robe, and going into the living room, I took out an x-rated video that a buddy had given me last week and placed it in the player and sat in my easy chair, to see what developed.
The first scene of the movie had this guy with a ten-inch dick was fucking the hell out of a good-looking honey. I opened my robe and continued to watch, but my cock never got interested in what was being played on the screen. Hell it hadn't even got long enough to look down at my toes. Nothing, dead, useless, it just sat there like it had a memory loss.
I watched the movie in its entirety; guys fucking girls, girls sucking guys, girls eating girls, hell, the movie ran then whole gamut of sex positions. Not my dick, duh!!! It had died and just forgot to fall off. I shut the VCR off and just watched the television the rest of the night, until I finally went to bed.
I was not feeling very chipper the next day. Elmer, a friend of mine knocked and came into my apartment.
"Hey Josh, how's it hanging," he said.
"Just the words I need to hear buddy," I said.
He saw the dejected look on my face and with concern in his voice, he said, "What's the matter, you feeling all right?"
"Elmer, we've been friends for a very long time, but there are some things I just can't talk to you about," I said. "Let's just go get some breakfast."
We walked out to the street and down to the restaurant and ordered our coffee and food and ate in silence. I left Elmer sitting there and just walked around the city, trying to get my mind straight. It was a nice day, and the sun was shining, plenty of shoppers walking the street, kids playing in the park. I didn't pay much attention as to where I was walking and I found myself in a part of town, I didn't recognize.
I continued to walk and I looked up and noticed a very pretty girl walking toward me. She was dressed in a sheath type dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her breasts were braless, as I watched the natural bounce of those large lumps of flesh, as she approached me. Her hair was cut very short into a pageboy type cut. Her face was a vision of beauty; blue eyes that were large and sparkling. Her nose was sculpted to fit her face and her lips were full, with dark peach colored lipstick. Her legs were so long, and shapely.
She was reaching into a large shoulder bag she carried and put something in her hand and held it there. As we got closer to each another a smile crossed her face and I think I started to puff up a little, trying to make myself look better.
When she got right up to me, she stopped and said, "Excuse me, sir, but do you know where Randolph Street is from here?" "I've got a map, but just can't seem to find it."
"I'm not from this area, but if you show me the map, I should be able to help you out," I said.
"Would you hold this for me," She asked, as she handed me a simply looking wooden case? Then she dug into the bag and brought out the map. I found the street she was looking for, and she folded the map and said her thanks and walked away. I too walked away, but quickly realized that I still had her little wooden case. As I turned to call out to her, she was no where in sight. It was like she disappeared from the face of the earth. I placed the case in my pocket and turned to walk back home.
While walking, I checked out this little wooden box, and I'll be damned if I could figure out how it opened. It did not have a single joint on it. I thought maybe it was one of them Chinese puzzles I had heard about. All the way home I attempted to open the thing, but with no luck at all.
It was late afternoon by the time I got home, seems I walked a lot further than I had wanted to. At home I placed that box on my table next to my bed, then went and started to fix a meal for me. The apartment was getting real hot, so I opened a few windows and a nice breeze came in and cooled off the rooms. I showered after supper and just put on my robe again and as normal watched television. I tired early, so I shut the TV off and just lay on top of my bed.
Waking while it was still dark, I used the bathroom and headed back to bed. I took my robe off and was just going to lie on the spread, but I tripped on something and my hand flew out trying to find the night stand to catch myself. I caught the edge of that little box, and my fall was not broken. The box seems to jump off of the night stand into the air, as my forehead caught the edge of the table and knocked me out.
When I did wake up, the sun was shining through the windows, I was sprawled out on my back, on the floor by the bed. I started to get up, and felt my head get very dizzy, bringing my hand up, I checked for blood, nothing, but a small lump where I had hit the table. Turning on my side, and getting up is really when I noticed something had been on my chest; it was that little wooden box, and it was open, and dust was all over me. As I rose further, I also picked up the box and steadied myself on the table. Still woozy, I sat on the bed and I looked down at myself to see if I had any bruises. My eyes nearly fell out of my head; the little dick I had yesterday was now reaching to mid thighs, and it wasn't even hard.
"What the hell was going on here?" I thought. I stood and looked into a mirror and saw that my entire body had changed. My chest was fuller, my flabby stomach now was a washboard, my legs from the thighs down were muscular. Both my arms were rippled with strong muscle. Flexing my arms, I made a bulge in my bicep that I had only hoped for as a younger man.
The gray was gone from my hair, which had changed into the dark brown of my youth. The lines on my face had disappeared and I was young again. I appeared to be somewhere in my twenties.
My eyes went back to my cock, "My God, look at that hunk of meat hanging on me." Grabbing hold of my cock, it felt nice in my hand. I had an idea; I got the tape I played yesterday and turned it on again, as I sat in my chair.
As I watched that blonde giving a blowjob to the dude on the screen, my cock started to get bigger and bigger. Good lord, if it got any bigger, I'd be able to give myself a blowjob. Running my hand down the shaft, it felt so good, an actual hard on, and this baby was at least twelve inches or better and close to three inches around. I took my other hand and added it to my cock and with both hands, I commenced to jack my dick off. The sensation I had just doing this, feeling hands on my cock, knowing it was hard. I closed my eyes and thought about that girl on the screen, making believe it was her mouth on me, and I could feel the load of cum in my balls. Fast and fast I went with both hands and God when my cock started to shoot that cum, it must have flown a good four feet in the air.
Two…three…four…five….six times, I shot a stream into the air. My heart was pumping a mile a minute. My hands fell to my side and I just sat there. After regaining my composure, I got up and went into the shower and cleaned up and started to get dressed. There was a problem here; all my clothes were too big. I had to dig out some old clothes and try just about everything I had so I could find something to wear.
I finally settled with an old pull over shirt, and an old pair of dungarees. My shoes and socks were ok, but now I had to get a whole new wardrobe. I got my wallet and headed for Wally World to get clothes.
While in the store, I got this pretty young thing to help me pick out some clothes. She had no idea I was thirty years older than I looked. Her name was Mandy, about 19, very long black hair and large black eyes. She stood about 5'6", and had about a 36D chest. She was wearing tight fitting jeans that hugged her beautiful ass and a top that allowed an ample view of her cleavage. I told her that all my clothes were burnt in a house fire, and that was why I needed new ones, but wasn't up on what people "our" age were wearing. She picked out some nice clothes and brought me to the changing room and told me to try them on; she'd wait to see.
I put on a set of clothes and went out to show her. "No," she said, that shirt goes with the other pants." As she walked closer to me, she took my arm and brought me back into the changing room and handed me a different pair of pants. I reached down and dropped the ones I was wearing to the floor and took the ones she had and started to put them on.
"Oh my," she said as she looked and saw that I didn't have any underwear on, my cock hanging. Gulping in a breath, she backed out of the little room and closed the door. After putting them on, I went back out and she was gone, I just stood there trying to figure out where she was. She returned within a minute or so with some packages, "You forgot to mention that you needed these", she said, as she handed me packages of boxer briefs.
I apologized to her, and we then went through all the clothes she picked out, everything fit well. "Now all I need is someone to show off for," I said.
