"Essence of Virility? What does virility mean?" Rowan wondered, though he didn't think about it for too long.
"Maybe it's another word for luck!"
Rowan, satisfied with his ingenious(wrong) answer, tossed the jar into the waste bin. He threw on a tattered
bathrobe and began planning out his day. He didn't have work until tomorrow, he had already blown most of his
money down at the track, and now he was starving. He figured he'd go out to play some basketball with friends
later, but first, food! Rowan went straight for the kitchen to find something to eat. Not to his surprise,
there wasn't much to choose from, so the (two times over) leftover chicken and instant mashed potatoes would
have to do. As he began microwaving food, he felt something strange emanating from down below. A sudden surge
of horniness was his first guess.
"It'll take a few too heat up, so I guess I could bang one out real quick." Rowan thought with a sly smile
upon his face.
Rowan went to the bathroom and disrobed quickly, revealing his cut semi-erect member. He eagerly stroked it,
in which it responded by growing to its full size of 6.5 inches long and 5 inches thick. Rowan closed his eyes
for a minute, enjoying a new sensation of pleasure coursing throughout his body. He tightened his grip,
finding his cock was quite resilient and hard, almost as if it were a dumbbell bar instead of spongy rod. He
thought his cock was growing, but figured he was just imagining it. Hower, he found himself moving his hand
further away from himself to stroke his entire member, 7.1 inches away, 7.10 inches away, 8.9 inches away,
finally stopping at a steady 10 inches away. His cock was now so thick that his hand could only cover half of
it. His balls joined in too, pumping themselves up in size to make room for more sperm while pumping Rowan
full of testosterone. Rowan finally brought himself to the edge, letting out a wild series of moans as a
several powerful loads shot out from his new cock.
His member went flaccid within seconds, almost as if it were trying to rest itself before another bout of
horniness struck Rowan. For the mean time though, Rowan felt quite content and relaxed. While his member was
flaccid, it was 5.5 inches long, while his testicles were now the size of two tennis balls. He figured the
ointment had something to do with this, and surely this could be considered lucky by... Well, any guy. Instead
of dwelling on it, he just acted like he received a gift and left it at that. Rowan wiped the semen off of
whatever was in front of him, astonished by the amount and how far it shot. It looked like it could easily
fill up 1/3rd of a cup. It felt warm, thick, and had a dense, yet sweet musky aroma, causing Rowan to toy with
the notion that he should give it a little lick. He swiped the last bit from his abdomen, closed his eyes, and
gave it a try. Sure enough, its taste wasn't easily definable. The texture, strange combination of salty-
sweetness and warmness made Rowan lick his fingers clean. He felt a little embarrassed afterwards, but didn't
regret trying his own manly nectar.
"Heh, never knew it tasted like that." Rowan said as he finished cleaning up and got dressed in whatever he
could find. A tight undershirt, boxer briefs that were a little too snug in the front, shin-long shorts that
barely hid his new member, and tattered sneakers. He then went to the kitchen to hastily wolf down his early
dinner. After that, he set out to go do something, anything to get him away from his boring home. Originally
he wanted to gather up some guys and play basketball or some sort of sport to get the blood pumping, but there
was also so much to do in the big city, he just couldn't make up his mind. After a few minutes of casually
strolling down the block, he had made up his mind.