Description: Emmett is a warlock who decided to try out the recipe for a hyper-virility potion that he found on the internet. He thought that he made a mistake when it didn't work and left to buy more ingredients to try again. But the effect was only delayed and it hits him on a crowded bus, earning him the attention of Reggie, a falcon-headed man, who drags him into an alley at the next stop to help relieve him.
Note: This story contains semi-public sex, ball growth, multiple orgasms (which becomes one long continuous orgasm), an initial premature ejaculation, excessive cum, and cum inflation.
Both of the characters depicted are consenting adults. Emmett is 25 and Reggie is 38.
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Emmett was in a bit of a situation. The warlock had made an attempt that afternoon at a "hyper-virility potion". When he had completed it, he had tried downing the whole thing right away. Nothing had happened and he figured he had made a mistake somewhere along the line, so he went out to replenish his ingredients to try again.
What he didn't count on—and it certainly hadn't been told to him in the potion's recipe—was that the effects took a little more time to take hold. He could feel it coming on, in public, right there on the crowded bus.
Tightly gripping the pole by one of the doors in his sweaty hand, Emmett fidgeted where he stood. He tried to control his breathing, but it was difficult when his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. Heat was raging under his skin and slowly pooling with intensity around his groin. Beads of sweat dripped off his chin as he felt himself getting hard.
It was beyond reason, but Emmett felt like all eyes in the bus were on his rapidly growing bulge and it made him hornier. He couldn't even attribute that to the potion. A depraved fantasy of his was surfacing and it wasn't too radical of a idea to think that it might come to fruition. That is if reality stopped functioning and he didn't wind up arrested.
He couldn't count the number of fantasies he had in the past of cumming in front of everyone in a public space. It was filthy, but he always came harder when he jerked off if he imagined that he was doing it while spread out naked on a bus seat while a bunch of other dudes watched and shot their loads all over him.
Those thoughts weren't helping matters. His cock was already feeling too confined in his underwear and jeans. He remembered that the effects were going to make him hyper-productive and his balls were likely going to swell with it if he didn't cum. They already ached a little.
Emmett swallowed hard. He tried to discreetly look down at himself to see just how much it was showing. He nearly gasped at the sight of his cock all but bursting out of his jeans. The wild throbbing of it was visible, twitching in time to his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He had never been more aroused in his life, and he wanted nothing more than to help himself along.
Just as he was about to say 'fuck it' and start palming himself to relieve some of the tension, the people behind him were suddenly shifting back to accommodate a large group entering the bus. He hadn't even noticed the bus rolling to a stop. Emmett moved as best as he could but his legs were shaky. When he was lightly nudged, he was sent falling over. Or he would have had he not collided into the back of the falcon-headed man in front of him. Muttering a quick apology, he tried to move away only to find that he couldn't.
Everyone was packed into the bus like sardines. Dread washed over Emmett as a quick downward glance showed his out-of-control, raging erection pressed into the guy's fantastic ass.
"Well, fuck," he thought, feeling a bright blush crawling up his neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
The falcon man was a few inches shorter than Emmett. He was wearing a form-fitting tank top and a thin pair of gym shorts. From what Emmett had seen of himself before, there was no way that the guy couldn't feel his cock throbbing against him. The scent of him filled the warlock's senses and went straight to his dick; he wouldn't have thought it was possible for it to pulse any harder, but it did.
There was a shift in front of Emmett and he saw the man glancing at him over his shoulder. He expected a punch at any second—not the knowing, beaked grin he actually received. The man's head swiveled back around inconspicuously and he began rubbing back against Emmett's bulge.
The warlock sucked in a breath. His eyes darted to the sides. No one was watching; a little wouldn't hurt, would it? His hands found their way to the falcon-headed man's hips to indicate that he wanted it. He bit his tongue to stop from moaning as his cock was teased. This was dangerous. So, so dangerous. But so very hot.
It was hard not to give in to the desire to dry hump like a madman against this stranger. Emmett's chest stuttered and his breath grew labored from forcing back his cries. He was mesmerized by the dizzying sight of his pulsating bulge being caressed by the falcon man's ass. There was a growing wetness in his pants as his tip started to leak, but he hardly cared. His fingers gripped the man tightly as he let out a shuddering breath that ruffled the silky feathers in front of him.
Emmett's cock felt like it was dead set on bursting through all barriers just to get inside a warm body. It almost would have been worth it to risk pulling his dick out and fucking the guy right there. He wanted to. It was an all-consuming need. His mind was full of phantom sensations of thrusting deep into a twitching hole and hearing deep moans in his ears as he pumped it full of cum.
Goddamn it," he thought as he began to feel his balls growing in his pants, swelling with an overproduction of his seed. "Gotta cum. Gotta cum. Fuck, I'm gonna explode."
The pressure, which had begun as painful, was now mindbogglingly pleasurable. The tightness, the strain; like his jeans were looking to start forcibly squeezing the cum out of him. Would he tear through? Would his cock and hefty, filling balls be exposed to the world? How many people would see his lewd, dripping need?
Sweat rolled down Emmett's back. He couldn't hold it. He was going to cum. All over the bus and the gorgeous falcon man all but grinding on him. Just as he was resigning himself to it, the doors in front of him folded open. The bus had reached the next stop.
Emmett felt a hand wrap around his wrist a second later as the stranger pulled him off the bus and dragged him into a nearby alley. He allowed it to happen, hoping this was leading where he thought it was. The two of them ducked into an alcove that led to a building's padlocked entrance (the place had been abandoned for over a year).
Finally in a secluded place, the falcon man spoke, eyeing Emmett's crotch.
"Fuckin' hell," he gasped. His voice was rough and graced with a highly aroused edge. "I thought I was imaginin' things, but lookit that! No way am I complainin', but what's up with ya?"
"I—uh...I was trying out these sex potion recipes I found on the internet," Emmett explained. "Thought I messed this one up."
"Don't think I need to tell ya that yer dead wrong."
"Heh...yeah. It—fuck, hang on. I need to get out of these pants."
Emmett undid his belt and made quick work of dropping his jeans and underwear to the concrete. He groaned as his junk was freed. His balls felt heavy and he didn't have to look to know that they were now expanding past twice their original size. His flushed, raging cock bobbed wildly in the air, leaking near-streams of precum onto the ground.
