Army Experiment Makes Recruits Grow an Extra Cock 1

I first heard of the "freaks" when I got a letter from my brother. He told me our cousin Kevin, had taken part in this program the Army had -- they used new medical procedures and other techniques (my brother wasn't clear on the details, but I found out before too long) to "improve" your body, in exchange for six years' service.

"I guess they make you bigger and stronger," Al said.

"Though it's hard to see what they'd do in Kevin's case." I knew what he meant: Kevin was a strapping young man, tall and lanky and very sexy; and he'd already made a point of improving his body as much as he could, spending most afternoons in his parents' basement gym. It was because of Kevin that I got hard at the thought of family reunions, and the thought of his having been "improved" made my dick jump in my jeans.

Impetuously went over to my desk and dashed off a note to Kevin, telling him I'd heard he had been inducted into a new Army program, congratulating him, and asking him as innocently as I could what it involved. By the time I got to this point I had a massive erection filling my left hand as I wrote with my right, and I had to pull the letter away when I suddenly came, though I still had to clean a glob of cum off the corner.

Nearly three weeks passed, and I started to think Kevin had elected to ignore me (or maybe he hadn't gotten my letter?). I had just gotten home from work and had just pulled off my shirt when the doorbell rang. I hurried to the door, pulled it open, and had to suppress a gasp: there was my cousin, smiling, in full uniform and with an overcoat over his shoulders, more gorgeous than ever. After a moment in which we stared at one another, I invited him in, asking him what had brought him my way. He didn't answer at first, and as he passed by me in the hallway I wondered whether he might be taller. As we came into the living room, he turned and looked at me.

I think he saw my obvious hardon almost peeking out of my slacks; anyway he smiled again, kind of lopsided, then he said, "I came for an honest opinion. Tell me what you think." He pulled off his coat and I saw what they had done. Though his waist was still trim, his abs flat, hung on the front of his torso were two big sacks of pectoral muscle; his shoulders were incredibly thick and broad; and hanging from them were four thick arms instead of two.

His specially tailored uniform shirt fit him perfectly and was tight enough that nothing was hidden. I looked at him and realized he was looking at me pleadingly, his ice blue eyes were wide -- he was scared, this big new body scared him even as it excited him. He stood close in front of me and without even thinking about it reached up and touched his arms, partly to comfort him, partly because I could not resist his magnetic attraction. As I caressed his arms a shuddering sigh came out of him.

He pulled me close and held me, and I have never felt more comfortable than in that four-arm embrace. He brushed his warm face against mine, then our lips met and we kissed, and an incredible kisser he was; a long luscious tongue like a cock filled my mouth, and it was almost like secret sex. Our hips ground together, my rock-hard cock pressed against whatever surprise he had there. The tip of my cock, which stood an inch above the waist of my slacks, dribbled precum onto my abs. But I would have to wait.

He stepped back and said we had to go. I was so distracted that I followed him blindly as he grabbed his cloak and led me to his car, which was parked in my driveway. The sight of the man in the passenger seat made me forget my state of undress. Even from the doorway in the dwindling evening light I could tell he was a hunk -- short blond hair, Nordic features, long neck and broad shoulders hidden by a coat draped over them like Kevin's. He was looking around carefully, but he tossed me a quick white smile as Kevin installed me in the middle of the front seat.

He was young, though not quite as young as Kevin, and very tall -- his head brushed the roof of the car; his shoulders were broad enough I had to slide behind them, which I didn't mind at all. As he leaned forward to let me in the draped coat fell aside revealing three beautifully muscled left arms, resting against each other. He wasn't wearing a shirt under the coat, and when he leaned back, pressing his broad shoulders and thick arms rounded with solid, velvety muscle against my own bare, well-defined torso I almost came without once having touched my swollen cock.

"I'm Paul," he said, and his voice was as sexy as he was, rich and deep.

"Stu," I said absently.

Kevin tossed the coat into the back seat and jumped in, his ass sliding me over until I was pressed against the blond hunk's on one side and Kevin's on the other, and as he necessarily overlapped those thick muscular shoulders with mine I decided I was enjoying this feeling too much to ask a lot of questions. Right then I would have let them drive me anywhere. Both their shoulders overlapped my body so much that their rear arms were pressed against my pecs, their long forearms resting on my legs. Kevin started backing out of the driveway without a word. As he did my eyes drifted down his bod, from his huge pecs and broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist of his jeans, I noticed his legs.

I thought he'd been reclining a little, his knees resting against the dashboard; but I now realized his legs were raised high because they were resting on ... more legs. It was tough to tell in the twilight, but there were at least two more legs down there, maybe more. The thigh pressed hard against mine was from a leg hidden underneath the ones I could see. My jaw fell open. He noticed me looking and said, "Yeah, I know, we're freaks." His sexy voice sounded dejected. I glanced up at Kevin and saw the same worried look in his eyes even as he watched the road (what road I had no idea). I shook my head, amazed.

"I don't get it," I said, looking from one to the other.

"Don't you guys realize how unbelievably sexy you both are? I'm in heaven just sitting here between you." Kevin's face resolved in relief. Paul looked down at me, surprised and grateful.

"Do you really think so?" he said softly, and for a moment all I saw were his shining, laser-bright green eyes.

For an answer I moved my face the few inches between mine and his and kissed him. He kissed back with a sudden access of relief and passion. It felt like he had never kissed before. After a moment I felt his tongue, long and phallic like Kevin's, slide into my eager mouth at the same time he moved one of his top legs to the left and draped it across my right leg. It felt warm and nicely heavy. I kissed back even harder.

"C'mon guys," whined Kevin.

"You guys are turning me on, and I can't drive when I'm turned on." He had two hands on the wheel, and his free left hand was groping his crotch. I couldn't see what was down there, but it was a big package.

"Where are we going?" I breathed.

"How long till we get there?"

"Half an hour," Kevin said.

"Pull over," Paul said firmly, eyeing me hungrily, his eyes shining in the failing light.

"I can't wait that long." Kevin pulled into a rest area -- I was surprised to notice we were on the freeway -- and parked way in the back under the trees by the picnic areas, where the thick canopy of leaves made it nearly dark.

Kevin took my hand and drew me out, while Paul got out on the other side with some difficulty. But as we walked into the darkness, my hand still in Kevin's, he walked as gracefully as anyone, moving his legs with a natural rhythm. I still wasn't sure in the darkness how many there were. When we got to a small, secluded clearing Kevin stopped and, still holding my hand, started unbuttoning his shirt with his other arms.

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