Army Experiment Makes Recruits Grow an Extra Cock 2

I watched, fascinated, my cock bigger and harder than it had ever been in my life, standing tall above the waistline of my jeans. Kevin had to let go to pull off the shirt, and they were both standing in front of me, shirtless and gorgeous, reaching for the buttons of their pants with some of their hands and unbuttoning and unzipping mine with others. Both of them were wearing a special kind of tight, clingy underwear that seemed designed to make their packages as compact as possible, but they were bulging and stretched out of shape -- especially Paul, whose undershorts were straining and ripping at the seams.

As Kevin peeled his off two monster cocks jumped out and quickly swelled to a rockhard footlong slabs pointing straight up at Kevin's panting face. Then Paul took his off. A nest of pythons erupted from his groin, swelling into giant hard-ons so fast they slapped hard against his abs, or each other. Like his legs I couldn't quite tell how many there were. Four or five, at least. I was in awe. My knees were weak. And I hadn't even touched them yet. Slowly I reached out with my two -- only two! -- hands to grab the nearest cocks, one of Kevin's and one of Paul's, even as they moved toward me. They both felt wonderful in my hands as I stroked the wide shafts, but I wanted to be able to grab them all.

Both of them wrapped a hand around my extra long cock, using other hands to caress my torso, rub my ass cheeks, stroke my chest. A light sheet of sweat glistened on their bodies in the available light, and their cocks began to feel moistened too, not so much with sweat as with a light, natural lubricant. I wished my body were so conveniently set up. We'd shifted around with Kevin pressed against my back, rubbing his cocks between my asscheeks, and Paul facing me; and as he bent to kiss me again -- he really was very tall -- I was using both my hands to stroke each of those huge, steelhard cocks, since one hand couldn't reach round. Even though his chest was pressed delightfully against mine, his pecs were so thick there was plenty of room to stroke his incredible cocks. I was immersed in joy and lust.

But the way we kissed it seemed like even more -- there was a real passion there that wasn't just sex, and his eyes held mine while we kissed, his long, phallic tongue probing deep into my hot mouth. Kevin was pressing the head of one of his monster cocks against my trembling anus and even before I knew it he was sliding it in, slowly, an inch at a time. To my amazement it was O.K. -- it was tight, really tight, but it felt wonderful. Paul drew a hand across his abs to collect some sweat and then began stroking my cock with that, but only for a moment -- because he soon turned around and pushed his beautifully muscled ass onto my surprised hardon even as Paul continued sliding his inch by inch deeper into my own tight, furnace-hot ass. It was virgin-tight, but Paul knew what he was doing, using muscles inside his ass to somehow massage my cock in a way I had never dreamed possible.

The three of us pressed together, and I was in ecstasy to be sandwiched tight between these two incredibly sexual supermen. Breathing in jagged gasps, I reached around and grabbed two of Paul's giant, wonderful cocks in my hands as he grabbed the rest. Kevin was now all the way in, his other cock in two of his hands, while he stroked me all over and massaged my shoulders and chest and arms. The three of us got into an incredible rhythm, Paul and Kevin both pulling their hips away from mine simultaneously Kevin's cock pulling partway out of my ass even as Paul pulled partway off mine; then both pushing toward me, Kevin fucking me deep even as I pushed deep into Paul. And we kept this up a couple minutes, faster and faster, until at last Paul's cocks started to quiver in my hands and Kevin gasped, "I gotta --" and before I knew it we were all cumming at once, multiple arms flailing, hands and arms and legs against pressed against each other, our entire bodies cumming and cumming.

We stood there, pressed together, for a long time, feeling wonderful and totally sated. At last we pulled apart, moving over to sit at the nearby picnic table. Paul sat opposite me, his six bulging arms folded together on the table. He put a bunch of feet in my lap and I rubbed them under the table. Kevin sat down next to him and smiled at both of us.

"It's nice to see you're on our side," he said.

"Am I ever!" I said. My cock was already getting hard again. Paul smiled across the table at me, rubbing my hardon between two of his feet.

"Good," Kevin said.

"Because we need your help."

"Anything," I said, and meant it.

"What can I do?"

"It's like this," said Paul.

"We were part of an Army program to develop enhanced physiques. A thousand guys or so were involved -- that was just muscle growth, endurance, stuff like that. That went really well -- that's the program you heard about."

"It went so well," Kevin put in, "that the Colonel who ran the program go the go-ahead to go even further in secret. That led to guys who looked like me, about forty of us."

"But the Colonel got so turned on by how we turned out that he kept going, dosing the best subjects -- like me -- with far more than we were supposed to get, and changing the parameters so that instead of fighting machines we became sexual machines, all cocks and raging hormones -- I'm horny all the fucking time," he added, and I noticed his erect cocks starting to peek over the edge of the picnic table.

"Then he went nuts and locked down our building -- so he could have us all to himself, I guess. They were all trapped, all 40 of our group, guys like me and guys like Paul. The two of us were out getting dinner when it happened."

"And they're still there? Trapped?" I said, amazed, though even as my heart went out to them all I could think about was how sexy forty guys like these two would be.

"That's where you come in," Kevin said.

"You can pose as an initiate and distract the Colonel while we break everyone out."

"But won't he dose me?" I said, wondering what I thought of the idea. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Kevin and Paul exchanged glances.

"He'll just be continuing what's already started," Kevin said.

"What?!" Paul shook his head.

"It's built into us," he said.

"It's in our sweat, our saliva, our semen...." He fixed me with his bright green gaze.

"You've already been dosed -- big time." I stared at him, then at Kevin, my jaw slack, while they watched me carefully. Then I broke into a huge grin.

The Colonel must have taken part in the main program. Though he had the normal complement of arms and legs his body was amazing, even under his snappy uniform, and certain things seemed slightly out of the ordinary -- the arms seemed a couple inches longer than usual, for example.

He was handsome of face, with close-cropped dark hair, and looked about 35 or 40. He eyed me with equal parts suspicion, curiosity, and hunger as I sat nervously across the desk from him. Over his shoulder was a large window looking out over the secluded campus he used as a base of operations; I could see only one other building -- a brick building lit with floodlights: the main building where Kevin said all the other guys were. Kevin had found an old work shirt -- from his two-armed days -- in the back seat of his cluttered car, and that's what I was wearing. I felt an odd warmth flowing through my body, which was wonderfully energizing, but I knew it was the change, and I was both excited and apprehensive from not knowing what to expect. The shirt had been loose earlier in the evening, but now a few hours later it felt tight in the shoulders, chest, and arms. My slacks felt tight, too, and they were an inch too short now too. I hoped the Colonel didn't guess I was already "dosed."

"So, private," the Colonel said, eyeing me thoughtfully, "you say Major Rawlings ordered you transferred here suddenly, and ordered you to report in civvies."

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