Stags Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Stags Pt. 02

... dude, you're packing."

"Okay," Todd interrupted. "Some of us are feeling a little left out."

The trio laughed. Todd found he was enjoying this more fraternal side of Harrington.

Harrington reached into the pockets of the joggers hanging from the tree and pulled out a small nasal aerosol device. He lifted it between two fingers, his thumb pressed against its bottom, and said, "This will take care of that fatigue." He stepped forward and held it up to Ethan's face. "Lean forward."

Ethan obeyed, and Harrington placed the nozzle up one of the boy's nostrils and squeezed the release. A puff of vapor hissed up Ethan's nose. Todd watched his son's eyes dilate instantaneously.

"Holy fuck," Ethan gasped in awe. "That feels fucking..." A stream of drool drowned out his words, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh damn," he laughed hysterically, looking down at his cock, which curved down, rock hard, at its full eight and a half inches. The vein that ran down the center of the shaft throbbed, and the wide cock head dripped with a stream of precum. He looked up at Harrington, his eyes slightly crossed. "I've never felt like I've needed pussy more in my life. I'm horny as fuck."

Harrington patted him on the shoulder again. "Don't worry, this shit starts off potent but will mellow out some." The Doctor turned towards Todd. "Your turn."

Todd leaned forward, felt the nozzle in his nostril, and blinked when a puff of vapor swam up his nose. It ...

... smelled of musk and sour piss. Todd's head instantly swam, and his vision blurred. He felt as though he were floating, experiencing the buzz of all buzzes. He felt his cock grow, more sensitive than it has felt in his whole life. He could feel the skin pull tight along his shaft as it engorged to its full seven inches. He could feel every pulse along his shaft until the throbbing localized in his cock head. His cock slit dripped with precum.

"Goddamn," Todd slurred. "This is fucking crazy." He looked at his son, who shone with a bronze aura. His son's cock looked impossibly long. He strolled over and attempted to grip it, unable to get his whole hand over its girth. "I fucking made this!?" He exclaimed.

Ethan tilted his head back with pride. "You sure fucking did. Fucking huge, right?" Ethan's eyelids drooped, and he slurred.

Todd stroked the cock and looked at his own. "Damn, I'm so jealous."

"Oh fuck, Dad, you're jerking me," Ethan's body shook with laughter. "I'm gonna pretend your hand is mom's pussy, go harder."

"Okay," Todd squeezed and stroked the cock, so high the reference to his wife's cunt didn't bother him. "D-don't forget, though, this cock made you."

"Just jerk me off, bitch." Ethan's aura flared.

Todd pulled his hand off, his stomach burning with a sudden rage.

Ethan looked at him, furious. Two antlers sprouted from the aura around his head before Todd's eyes. "What the fuck, dude?!" Ethan barked. "I told you to keep stroking my monster ...