Monkey's Paw - Part 1

I should have been happy. A loving boyfriend, a cozy (and affordable, somehow) condo downtown, and plenty of supportive friends and family. I should have been content. But I wasn’t. And I knew why.

It was the sex. Or, more accurately, the lack thereof. I love Gavin, really. He’s been easily the longest relationship of my entire life, and when we were dating he’d often throw down in the bedroom two or three times in a row, but after we moved in together everything just sort of… stopped. Instead of having a wild weekend of drug-fueled sex we had weekends of grocery shopping and arguing over what colors to paint the walls and see what TV we wanted to watch over dinner. It was all blissfully domestic, but I desperately missed the passion we used to share.

Part of that probably came with the changes in our lifestyle. Who am I kidding--almost certainly that was most of it. Gavin used to be the kind of guy to get up at 6 AM every day for a morning jog, but then we moved downtown and he couldn’t find anywhere to run. Combine that former runner’s appetite with a deep appreciation for my cooking, and Gavin had put on a ton of weight. I knew he was self-conscious about it, but no amount of me saying I was okay with having a fat boyfriend made him okay with being a fat boyfriend.

Which sort of explained why I was in the natural health slash occult store that had recently popped up in the gay district. I didn’t think a few Cialis pills were going to cut through the sudden lack of sex drive. We needed something more potent, less regulated, and maybe even beyond human comprehension. Okay, maybe this pointed more toward my desperation than the actual state of our relationship, but nobody ever said wise decisions came from an overabundance of horny.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment. “I was wondering if you had something that could… um, make my boyfriend a little hornier?”

The woman behind the counter smiled kindly--she probably got this question a lot. “We have everything from ginseng root to more… Esoteric male enhancements.”

“Maybe I could check out some of these ‘esoteric’ options?”

She raised her eyebrows but otherwise didn’t react to my request. “Well, I do have to warn you that the more esoteric we get, the greater the potential for side effects.”

“What sort of side effects?”

She shrugged. “It’s not like a pharmacy, I don’t have a long list of unintended medical effects like nausea, headaches, and potential cancer. You might suddenly grow an appreciation for horticulture. You might want to start howling at the moon. You might even find your whole life has changed alongside the one thing you wanted.”

“Wow, okay,” I rubbed my face in frustration. “I just want my boyfriend to believe me when I say I don’t mind how big he’s gotten and I just want us to fuck like we used to. What can you do with that?”

After a few moments of thought, then a quick rummage under the desk, she eventually produced what looked like a shrunken hand. Only it had three fingers instead of five.

“This can grant you three wishes. Use them how you like.”

I looked at the disgusting fetish skeptically. “What’s the catch?”

“Could be literally anything,” she said with a shrug. “But, it is guaranteed to give you what you ask for.”

“Guaranteed, eh…” I made a show like I was thinking about it, but I’d already made my decision. “How much?”

“$49.95,” she said. “We also have a return policy for this item where you can get back $15 after you go through your four wishes.”

“Wait, you want it back when I’m done? I thought this was a sex store?”

“You don’t need to insert the hand for it to work,” she said, rolling her eyes at my ignorance. “Just think about what you want while holding it, and it’ll happen.”

“Oh, well, sure,” I said, offering a few bills. She gave me my change and wished me a “good day” as I left the store with an unmarked paper bag.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted a boyfriend that was hornier and didn’t get hung up on his own weight. What I didn’t know was exactly how to go about asking a shrunken hand with three fingers how to get these things. The woman at the store said to just hold the hand and think about what I wanted, so I did just that after I got home. I even said it out loud.

“I want my boyfriend to be hornier,” I said, and after the last syllable left my mouth, one of the creepy fingers curled up. Clearly, I’d used one of my wishes.

Just then I got a text. Gavin was normally pretty silent while he was at work, but the text was… a picture. It was his cock. It had been years since he’d sent me a dick pic, and he’d never been so horny as to take a picture of his erection in the bathroom stalls at his work.

He followed it up with another text begging me to fuck him later tonight. “Yes, absolutely!” I texted back. He then apologized for his gut being in the way of his cock. It was barely a sliver of flesh at the top of the picture. I rolled my eyes but wrote back, “that’s okay!”

It worked. It had really worked. I grabbed the hand and made my second wish: “I wish my boyfriend didn’t care about how fat he’s gotten.” Once again, a finger curled down leaving the last one extended. Down to one wish. This time I didn’t get a dick pic from Gavin, but he suggested that I make him his favorite meal to go along with the wild sex he had planned this evening. This was getting better and better.

I still had one wish left, but I honestly didn’t know what I wanted. I could have saved it--I probably should have, honestly. But after a day of impulsiveness, I made one last fateful decision. “I wish I had a bigger dick,” I said. The last finger curled until the hand made a tiny three-fingered fist. I waited for something to happen, but nothing did. Well, two out of three ain’t bad, I thought. I really had nothing to complain about in the cock department anyway. Gavin always said he loved taking my cock because he never had to really had to struggle to accommodate me, but I knew he had a few larger butt plugs for when he really wanted to fill himself up. I’d sometimes wished I could give him that feeling. I guess we’ll have to keep using those plugs, but I’d be happy if they saw use. It meant that we were back to having a bedroom life again.

And if those text messages were any indication, that was going to happen in just a few hours. I was already half-hard with anticipation. I tidied the place, made sure the bedroom was ready with clean sheets and lube never further than arm’s reach, and waited patiently for Gavin to get home.

I didn’t have to wait long. “I’m home!” Gavin announced as soon as he got through the front door. “I left early. I just couldn’t wait… I dunno what’s come over me today, but I need you. Bad.”

We didn’t say another word. He just kicked off his shoes, grabbed me in his big, burly arms, and kissed me. It was like a switch had been flipped. This was the horny Gavin I remembered, the kind that would fuck before a dinner date, the kind that said hello with tongue rather than words. We tore at each other's clothes, articles getting flung around the apartment as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time we got there, we were both naked, both tugging the other’s cocks as I ran my tongue up and down his neck. I could smell the sandwich he had for lunch on his breath, but I didn’t care. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, and nothing would stand between us and carnal satisfaction. Not even Gavin’s gut.

Honestly, that was the best part. Sure, the fucking and sucking were as amazing as ever, but Gavin had gone from being shy about his extra pounds to using them in the bedroom. When he was on top, he’d drag his belly over my hardon, teasing me in ways he never could with washboard abs. At one point he bracketed my cock with his chest before going down on me. He wasn’t big enough for me to fuck his tits, but it was clear that he’d thought about it before realizing he’d need to put on a few dozen more pounds first.

And the noises he’d made when I was inside him… I don’t think I’d ever heard Gavin moan like that before. It was almost like a desperate whimper every time I drove myself in as deep as I could go, and it was more encouraging than anything he could have said. Almost as encouraging as the puddle of precum that had formed on his flabby tummy, or how his ass seemed to grip my tool like a vice. It was almost uncomfortable how tight he was.

That discomfort actually allowed me to last a bit longer than usual. I plowed him hard, long, and deep, and seconds before I felt myself hit the point of no return, Gavin shouted his orgasm, splattering his smooth torso with several ropes of cum. His spasms tipped me over the edge, filling him with my own ample load.

“Holy fuck,” Gavin said after he catching he breath. “That was a hell of a fuck.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Haven’t done that in a while.”

“Too long. But you know what I could go for now? Your chicken carbonara,” Gaving slapped his stomach causing his flesh to ripple enticingly for a few moments. “This tank is empty!”

I thought I could get used to the new Gavin. But you know what they say: be careful what you wish for.