I was to say the least, disgusted with the wife!
That vile metal taste still prevailed my mouth making me almost gag. Another drink from the bathroom glass only made it worse and now angered I began to dress.
Maybe the wife was right but in anyway this ole' man was feeling very needy indeed. Dressed I grabbed my house and car keys and softly slipped out the front door for a walk in the cool night air.
A brisk pace began the walk and how I don't know, I lost track of time finding myself past the city limits. Whether it was the fresh air or the pace to which I walked the male urges subsided.
Looking to my watch it showed 4:12AM. when I arrived the front porch of home. Feeling much better I entered the front door, quiet as a mouse. I was half the way down the hall toward my bedroom when, click, went the switch for the lights.
An angery wife greeted me worried and wondering where her fool husband had walked off during the middle of that night. My excuse of feeling nervous and wanting a walk to clear my head went over like a lead balloon.
Still grumbling about me she was the last think I heard till the alarm went off the next morning.
Lucky was I that it was my Saturday to help out at the Golf club outing and so the wife remained in bed maybe getting some beauty sleep?
I yawned as if a lion it lasted for so very long. Stiffly I got up and walked the five steps to the bathroom. It was a cloudy morning and the bathroom was dimly lit. I felt the urge pulling down the pajamma bottom I plopped on the jon.
Suddenly came the sharp sting of cold touching my bottom. Jumping up I fully expected to see a plugged toilet and a high water level. A flick of the bathroom light proved I was mistaken as the water was clear and way down in the bowl.
Not making any sense of the odd feeling I again plopped down on the jon. Again the cold chill touched me and I jumped right up. Now that action made me think a little and looking down I about passed out.
Hanging there in monsterous glory was a dark tanned shaft about 10 inches long and flacid. Bending over farther gave a looksee to what had felt the chill of the cold toilet water. My testicles had swelled, maybe the potion did it I could not then say. Wow had they grown, now the size of two average light bulbs and the skin had become so dark it was almost black.
Now as I tell this you might think me crazier than a Loon, but foolish was I enough to grab the potion bottle and swab a third time the monster shaft. Smeering the liquid from base to end and round and round till it was soaking wet, I then stopped to watch.
As if a building feel of lust came over me I started to breathe in rapid short breaths. My head felt dizzy and looking up while stretching my stiff arms and back took my vision away from the happenings down low.
A deep long breath and one sigh bade me look down to see, wide eyed I looked at the shaft now erect and steel rigid hard. Groaning of male delight the shaft was now a good foot long but the skin had darkened to a charcoal black hue.
The simple touch of it by my hand made the testicles jump into action as in a second or two a spurt of white splattered out onto the bathroom mirror.
"More, I had and wanted to have more!" I groaned softly to myself.
I must have been out of my mind with sexual urges, the mad drive for procreation, who can say? Reaching again for the bottle my nervous shaking hand tipped the thing making it tip and pour its contents down into the bathroom glass.
Suddenly the bathroom door began to open as the wife hearing me huffing and puffing wondered if I was alright? In that split second the hands yanked up the pajamma bottoms and covered the erect shaft.
Pajamma's tented like something worthy of a circus, I pressed it down as she entered the room.
Her eyes wandered the room and I'm sure she noticed the tipped over green glass bottle hanging half off the shelf.
I looked down seeing the glass filled with clear potion and her about to reach for it, I grabbed for it first filling it with water.
She gave me a funny look which lasted several seconds.
My thoughts were on what she might be thinking and not on what I was and had just done. Tipping the glass toward her as if sending her a toast, I tipped it up and downed the water and potion in one fated gulp.
The wife was no sooned out the bathroom door and I found myself couching, trying to spit out the special penis growth potion I just swallowed.
A yuck'o taste lasted through my oatmeal breakfast and then sitting in my study i waited for the big clock to chime nine. As the nineth chime struck i was on the phone to the Ointment Shop and begging the old man for an antidote.