Rick needed another person to experiment on but he wanted to do it within the confines of the house just in case something went wrong. Who could he get?
"Pizza! I'll order a pizza. The kid who always delivered it had a noticeably nice sized cock that I wouldn't mind having."
Rick called in a order of a large pie and waited for the kid to show up. He held a vile of the gas in his hand and dreamed what it was going to be like if this worked. His wife was never too happy with their sex life but this was going to change all that. Just thinking about it gave Rick a small hard-on and he looked down at his crotch and imagined a lump going down his thigh.
About an hour later a car pulled up in front of the house and somebody got out holding a box. Rick took the vile and ran upstairs to get the door before the bell rang so that Brandon wouldn't come down. Rick opened the door and was surprised that it wasn't the usual kid. Standing in front of him was a six foot five muscular hunk who could have been right off the cover of Rick's favorite muscle magazine.
Rick's first words were, "Holy shit." He stared at the massive chest that was right in front of his face, the huge arm that was holding the box, and further down, the king sized lump in his pants. He thought to himself, "This is going to be great if it works."
"Mister, the pie is getting cold. Where do you want it?"
Rick found himself undeniably attracted to this big guy and he wanted to keep him from leaving as long as possible. "What happened to the usual kid who delivers?"
The "hunk" had a feeling that Rick was something more than the usual muscle worshiper and maybe he could get more than a tip out of him, so he went along with the banter. "That 'kid' is my little brother and he's away at camp for the summer and I'm doing his job so that he'll have it when he gets back."
"That's a mighty fine thing for a BIG brother to do. What do you normally do to make a living?"
The "hunk" sets the trap. "I'm a personal trainer at the 'Hot Bods' gym and I give massages to my 'special' clients."
Rick posed the loaded question. "And how does one become a 'special' client?"
"Buddy, all it takes is a little extra in the tip department and just so you know, you are my last delivery so I am free for the rest of the night. By the way, my name is Brad."
Rick reached out and shook Brad's hand. "Brad, I'm Rick. Hey, you got some grip there." Rick was thinking that he couldn't wait to have it.
But how would he do it?