So Dave totally forgot that when he got his new powers, and started granting all his buds three wishes, he let me keep the third one secret.

The first two I made really obvious just to throw him off. You know, a hundred million dollars, and a superhung doubledick musclebod that stayed young forever. Half the dudes in our group asked for those two. He shoulda just done it for us all, automatically.

But I knew Dave. And I knew once he got done fixing up his friends, he'd go out and make a game of it. He was always coming up with crafty ways to get me and our buds. He lived for that shit. So I told him I had a great third wish, but I had to keep it secret. Of course, that made him really want to know, but I told him it had to stay secret for three weeks. Then I'd tell him, and he'd so love it, but not a moment before. So—just because he was really curious—he gave me the power to grant one wish of my own.

What I wished for was always to be able to make one secret modification to whatever Dave was wishing, which he can't undo. Sounds dumb, right? Jump ahead two nights and judge for yourself.

So Dave took us all out to this humpy dance club in the city. They let us straight in. None of us were wearing shirts, and thanks to our various body-related wishes we upped the hormone factor in the place by 10 just by walking in. We were all blindingly hot. Fortunately Dave had wished some humility for us all (and himself) as a precaution, so even though I was the hottest doubledick blond in the room, and all the gymbunny boys were flocking to me, it didn't go to my head, much. Likewise Robbie, who'd wished (a) to be a four-armed, four-legged musclehunk boytaur and (b) that no one would think it weird. He was just enjoying dancing, having a good time, smiling at the boys who'd given up trying not to stare.

So we had fun for a few hours, just enjoying hanging out, as the night got later and the crowd got hotter and hornier. And Dave, who'd kept his body modifications pretty subtle (though he was a good head taller than anyone in the room), starts looking around and grinning, and I hear this wish form in his head. It went like this: Everybody starts kissing everyone else for five minutes, and for every minute one guy kisses another guy, both guys gain a half an inch of cock.

Well, that was one hell of a present for the regular guys in the club-two and a half inches for everybody. So I added my modification in my own head, which was: Both guys gain an inch of cock, and Dave gains a quarter of an inch too.

The wish, with my modification, went into effect, and suddenly our group and all the gym dudes on the floor start kissing each other, swaying to the rhythms of the driving dance soundtrack. (I looked up to the DJ booth and noticed he had a topless barbody guy in there too, and they were at it hot and heavy even as he worked the equipment!) The two so-so-hot hunks I was tanking with, a brunette and a redhead, just leaned right into me and started kissing me and each other. Sure enough, a minute in, the two hunks moaned a little and reached down to adjust themselves, and I felt both my bone-hard cocks jump in surprise as they swelled against my jeans (who wears underwear at a gay club?).

I heard an exclamation of surprise and dismay. Dave, whose face, thanks to his height, was clearly visible above the crowd, looked shocked as he broke away from the model-cute guy he was kissing. I grinned as I kept kissing my guys, holding their hot bods close to me. There had to be forty or fifty dudes in that room. All three of Dave's boners had just grown something like ten inches! I tried to see if I could see through the crowd-sure enough, his three fat erections were clearly visible against his glistening abs.

The music pounded louder and harder. As I went at it with my guys—and they were enraptured, this was the best kissing of our lives—and the guys all around us moaned with writhing, liplocked, growing-cocked pleasure, I could hear the echo of Dave's wishes, trying to stop his cocks from growing. He couldn't of course—that was my wish. Another minute passed before I realized, and as my cocks pumped themselves a whole inch longer, shoving above the waist of my loose jeans, and I saw Dave stumble back as his monster palmwide cocks got another ten inches longer! They were up to his collarbone now, quivering urgently. They were beautiful, and all they guys around him tried to stroke them even as they pulled his head down and kissed him, two or three at a time.

Dave still seemed distressed—those cocks would just be unmanageable if they got bigger than he was! So he finally hit on a wish—that every time his cocks got bigger, he would grow an inch taller.

I grinned as my guys, still deep in awed liplock, started stroking my cocks with one hand and their own with the other. I made my modification: He would get taller, but only in the abs and arms.

Then I turned my attention to my guys. I noticed there were three now—a really cute broad shouldered Asian boy with beefy biceps had joined us. He must've already had a monster, because his narrow uncut cock was sticking up out of his jeans like mine were. We went on kissing, getting off on each other and the moans and sweat undulating through the room, and then suddenly everybody groans a little in pleasure, and I felt my dicks thrust up out of my groin.

Even as I enjoyed the sensation I glanced over at Dave. His cocks had grown again, but he was now a foot taller, so they still nuzzled his collarbone. His torso looked amazing—he had literally grown an extra ten or twelve inches of abs, and the main difficulty was that his cocks were so wide I couldn't even see his twelve or fourteen pack or whatever he had now. He had shot up straight out of the embrace of like five guys, but they just pulled him down on his knees and kept going at it.

Tension was building in the room, we were all swelling and getting more and more turned on—all but me and Dave barely aware of anything but blinding hormones. Another minute passed in no time at all, and I watched Dave become, on his knees, as tall as the guys he was kissing, as they all mauled his four-foot-long cocks!

My dicks had started out a foot long hard, and now my guys were stroking two 16-inch boners. Damn they felt good! I was starting to envy Robbie his two extra stroking hands. I saw him not far away. One guy was sitting on Robbie's hind ass, kissing some tall lanky guy over Robbie's beefy bare shoulder!

We were in the last minute. The whole room of writhing bodies was aroused to a fever pitch. The music was frantic—the DJ had mixed into something matching the mood of the hormone-saturated room. Me and four guys now were sucking face and stroking our cocks like there was no tomorrow, and so were dozens of hot sweaty guys around us. My heart was thumping louder than the music. We were all building toward a ferocious climax...

Then suddenly second of stillness—and—

Five minutes!

The room exploded in pent up cum as everybody blasted out wad after wad. My 17-inch megaboners blow out a massive geyser of cum. In the throes of my orgasm I stole an eager glance at Dave. Still on his knees, head thrown back and sweat-saturated hair clinging to his forehead, he had shot up taller than everyone again, and his cocks were spraying gallons of cum like a fountain, and everyone nearby was trying to lap it up. Even from where I was across the room I felt drops of hot, gooey cum spray on my face. My boys, already done cumming and panting heavily, licked it off my check without missing a beat.

It took another five minutes for everyone to calm down again. Even after that time, Dave's monstrous cocks were still drooling cum; his new buds were squeezing it out of him. All of us in the club collapsed in each other's arms and crumpled to the floor and lay there for quite a while.

I caught up with Dave the next day. He'd somehow managed to word a wish that would restore his bod back to normal, though he still had something like a ten-pack (a bit of midriff showed below his previously XL Eminem concert tee), and the basket in his jeans looked lusciously big.

He was looking down at me thoughtfully.

"The thing that happened at the club," he said. "Did that have anything to do with that third wish of yours?"