0 comments/ 11359 views/ 4 favorites Leprechaun By: kandie Jennifer and John have planned for a three week trip to Ireland for the past three years. It was the home of her ancestors. This year, their dreams would come true; they booked the tour through Magical Escapes. On the fifth of March they'd fly to Dublin, see the sites, look up distant relatives, and immerse themselves in Irish culture. She could hardly contain her excitement as they boarded Delta Airlines, destination: Dublin, Ireland. They quickly found their seat and when the plane took flight, Jennifer began to reread the brochure about Ireland; "For centuries, the iconic images of Ireland were the shamrock, St. Patrick, and the Blarney Stone. The small country of Ireland holds an almost mythical place in the stories of our childhood, home to fairies and leprechauns and amazing adventures. The lush green countryside is often overcast with rain. The weather makes it possible to experience the amazing sights of some brilliant, beautiful rainbows. When the sun comes out you will quickly learn why Ireland is called the "Emerald Isle." There aren't enough words to describe the shades of green blanketing the rolling hills when the sunlight brings the countryside alive. An hour's drive from Dublin will bring you to the Wicklow Mountains, an exhilarating country where rock-strewn glens provide sharp contrast to the forested mountains, and heather paints the bog lands with a purple sheen. For food lovers, a stop in Ballymaloe is a must (dine at the Ballymaloe House.). Visitors should continue their tour onto Kinsale, the culinary capital of Ireland, which has an annual Gourmet Festival. From there you can visit Blarney Castle and kiss the famous Blarney Stone – said to grant eloquence to those who kiss it. If you dislike heights, keep in mind that to kiss the stone, you have to lean out over the edge of one of the castle towers to do so. An assistant holds on to you so you won't fall, but it can be unnerving! After a long and uneventful light, they were in Dublin at two p.m. After gathering their luggage and going through customs, they rented a car and drove to the Clontarf Castle Hotel. The hotel is situated only two miles from Dublin*s City Center and five miles from the airport. While offering centrality, the coastal location allows easy access to a variety of water sports, historical houses, nature reserves, and several challenging golf courses. Located within the hotel is "The, Fahrenheit Grill." It's regarded as one of Dublin's finest restaurants, which are the perfect setting for a business lunch or quiet dinner, specializing in dry aged beef and seafood. The bellboy escorted them into their suite and John tipped him for his help. Jennifer looked around the room and gasped. It was beautiful. The design retained the castle setting. Against one wall was a four-posted oak bed covered with a bright red-velvet bedspread. On the other side of the room was a desk. Beside it was an armoire which contained a twenty-eight inch television. The room also had a climate controlled air conditioner, mini-bars, garment press, tea and coffee makers, hairdryers, and U.S and European electrical sockets. She immediately kicked her shoes off and lay down on the bed. Its pillow top softness was just what she needed after an exhausting trip. Jennifer stretched, sighed, and purred, "Wow, John you should come feel this bed, it's so comfy and romantic." John placed his laptop case on the desk. He walked toward her with a devilish smile on his face. He climbed on the bed next to her and said, "Romantic, huh. Feels like a bed that's good to make love on. Shall we try it out, baby?" She licked her lips hungrily and cooed, "Maybe later darling, I'm a wee bit exhausted from the trip." He pulled her into his arms and replied, "Okay love, but keep in mind there's magic in the air of Ireland. After the stroke of midnight you might just see a leprechaun." She giggled, "Leprechaun's are fictional, whimsical characters that you read about in books." John was about to reply when he noticed that Jennifer had drifted off to sleep. "Sleep, my precious darling." As she slept, Jennifer began to dream of mythical Ireland, fairies and leprechauns. Around five p.m, John touched her on the arm. Once he was sure she was awake, he asked, "Hey sleepy head, aren't you getting hungry for dinner?" She stretched, yawned and suggested, "How about ordering something from room service, and spending the evening just relaxing and preparing ourselves for the tour we booked?" John replied, "That's a great idea. If I remember right, we go down to the lobby and await the tour bus which is scheduled to arrive here at eight a.m. tomorrow." Jennifer sat up crossed-legged on the bed and John handed her the menu. He then climbed next to her and looked over her shoulder as she reviewed the items. She then looked at him and suggested, "MMM, the Irish Stew sounds delicious. How's about we order that along with soda bread?" John licked his lips and felt his tummy growl. "Yum, that does sound good. I'd like to order some Irish coffee." Jennifer winked at him and with an Irish accent asked, "Laddy, are you ordering the whiskey-laden coffee so you can have you way later?" John laughed, "You know I'm going to have my way with you darling, regardless of the spiked coffee." They changed into comfortable clothing, turned on the television and awaited the delivery of their supper. Soon there was a knock on the door, and when John looked through the peek-hole there stood the waiter with their meal on a portable table. He looked over his shoulder and yelled, "Dinner's here, darling!" She rubbed her tummy and squealed, "Good, because I'm starving. I didn't eat that much on the flight." The two of them settled down to eat. Afterward they snuggled for awhile on the bed. They soon drifted off to sleep. It must have been a little after midnight when John was woken by a mysterious sound. When he looked toward the window, through it beamed a rainbow. He rubbed his eyes, shook his head and whispered, "I must have drunk too much Irish coffee." His curiosity got the best of him and he carefully climbed off the bed to examine this strange light. When he walked over to the rainbow, he noticed a small black cauldron filled with gold coins. He rubbed his head and muttered, "I must be dreaming." He knelt down to touch the pot when Jennifer grabbed his shoulder. With a scared voice she uttered, "What's that?" John touched her arm and with a reassuring tone answered, "Looks like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. An Irish myth, but we must be dreaming." Jennifer snickered and asked, "Pinch me for sure, I want to make sure I'm not dreaming." John reached over and pinched her arm and she yelped, "Ouch, why'd yah do that?" He answered, "Because you asked me too. So do you think we're dreaming?" She looked cautiously around the room and responded, "If this is a dream, don't wake me!" John turned toward Jennifer and suggested, "Why don't you sit down at the table and I will pick up the pot of gold so we can examine it more closely?" She replied, "Okay, but I'm too scared to go over to the table." John pulled her close and replied, "Don't worry baby, I'll guide you over to the table, then come back to pick up the pot of gold." In the back of his head he uttered these words, "If it's still there, after all, this might be an imaginary image." Then he heard a wee Irish voice echoing inside his head. "Remember Ireland is a mythical place where our childhood stories of fairies and leprechauns come to life." After making sure Jennifer was seated at the table, John went back to the rainbow. He closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed. After opening them, he saw the pot of gold was still there. He knelt down and picked it up. It was small and heavy. He then placed it on the table to examine it more closely. As the two of them looked at the coins, they noticed, each coin in the crock was stamped with a four-leaf clover emblem. Jennifer scooped up a handful of coins and uttered, "This can't be real." All of a sudden, they heard a voice exclaim, "Aye, but it is real!" They both jumped and John asked, "Who said that?" Suddenly, before their eyes, there was a tiny man sitting atop the pot of gold. He tipped his hat and said, "Top of the day to you!" As they both looked in awe, there sat a man about ten inches tall. He was wearing a green tailcoat, knickerbockers, white stockings, brown shoes with gold buckles, and atop his red hair was a green bowler decorated with a shamrock. Jennifer rubbed her eyes, leaned close to the man, and asked, "Who are you?" The small man laughed and exclaimed, "Oh me shamrocks and shillelaghs! Don't you know a leprechaun when you see one?" Before either of them could answer, the man stood up, tipped his hat and answered, "Tomas O'Neil's me name!" John looked at him suspiciously. "Okay, Tomas, answer me this: did I drink too much Irish whiskey or is this a dream?" Tomas laughed. "You're not dead, me boy, and you're not dreamin', I'm a real leprechaun!" Jennifer spoke up and said, "Prove it." The leprechaun leaned against the pot of gold and replied, "Since you found me pot o' gold, you're entitled to wishes." She then asked, "How many?" The leprechaun rubbed his chin and with a smug remark answered, "As many as I think you deserve." Jennifer then stated, "Alright, I wish for a bottle of Kilbeggan Irish whiskey and two glasses." The leprechaun smiled and snapped his fingers. There was a flash of green and gold light, and when it cleared, there was the bottle along with three filled glasses sitting on the table. John gawked at the bottle and yelled, "No way." The leprechaun asked, "Aren't you gonna have a drink with me?" Each of them picked up a glass. John took a sip and noticed the whiskey tasted smooth. After that, he leaned over and asked the leprechaun, "Can you really grant any wish?" The leprechaun giggled and [nodded his head yes - nodded]. John then stated, "Well, this trip was very expensive. I wouldn't mind having my money back." The leprechaun snapped his tiny fingers again and a green briefcase full of money appeared on the table next to John. John jumped and yelled, "Whoa...that's a lot of dough!" The leprechaun stretched, sighed and said, "Give me a challenge!" John rubbed his head trying to think of what to wish for, world peace, an end to hunger and disease... Suddenly Jennifer asked, "Can I make a wish too? Maybe I can help you come up with an idea." The leprechaun replied, "Sure lass, ask me anything!" She glanced at John then back at Tomas. She then whispered in John's ear, "Darling, you already know what my favorite fantasy is. I know he's small but I would like you to ask him if he's capable of having sex. You know, do a threesome with us." John almost bit his tongue and felt weak in the knees. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think they would actually play out her fantasy. He nodded yes, and then asked the leprechaun, "Tomas, are you able to have sex?" The leprechaun jumped up, grabbed his crotch and yelled, "Aye, fully function and the leprechaun gals call me a sexy, hot stud-muffin! I know I'm only ten inches tall, but I can abide by that wish wholeheartedly." Jennifer almost fell off her chair and squealed, "Oh my God, this I have to see. John, let's do it. I'd love to know what fucking a leprechaun feels like!" John felt his cock swell and with an excited voice stated, "We wish to have sex with you." The leprechaun jumped to his feet and snapped his fingers. There was another flash of light and when it subsided, there stood Tomas, taller and naked. Jennifer ogled the leprechaun. He still had his curly red hair, twinkling green eyes, slightly pointed ears, a hairy chest, and a muscular build. However, he was no longer ten inches in height, but at least four feet tall. When she looked at his groin, there was a noticeable large cock that seemed be eight inches long soft. It made her tremble clear to the center of her womanhood and she felt weak in the knees. After glancing at John and winking, Jennifer turned toward the leprechaun, licked her lips, gasped and uttered, "Oooooh you sure are functional. I cannot wait to taste that cock!" Before they could do anything else, the leprechaun snapped his fingers and in a flash of light both John and Jennifer's clothing vanished. John's eyes looked over at Jennifer, and the expression on her face made his cock rock hard. Oh God, he couldn't wait to see her sucking the leprechaun's dick. He leaned over, pulled her close and kissed her hard, then helped her lay down on the bed, sandwiched between the two men. Tomas almost passed out; no one in the clan would believe he had sex with a human, a Kodak moment and no freaking camera. He leaned upward and ran his fingers across her perky, swollen nipple. John watched the Leprechaun's action for a moment, then suggested, "Jen, I want you to suck his cock while I watch!" Her face lit up and her twinkling eyes gave John the response he desired. She then looked over at the leprechaun and instructed him to lie down on the bed. Jennifer started by kissing the leprechaun passionately on his lips, then working her way downward with soft butterfly kisses. The leprechaun moaned lustily as she moved downward toward his wanting member. Its head was already throbbing, swollen, and oozing pre-cum. When she kissed the area just above Tomas's pubic hair, he quivered and moved his hip in a fucking motion, attempting to get his cock nearer to her waiting lips. As John watched his wife, beads of sweat covered his brow, his cock was so hard and it felt like it would explode without being touched. Jennifer glanced over at John and saw how aroused he was. She then cooed, "Like what you see baby?" John exclaimed, "Hot-damn baby, you're so fucking hot. Wish I could take pictures. No one will believe me when I tell them what happened in Ireland!" Suddenly Tomas looked at John and then Jennifer shouted, "No fucking pictures, it will ruin this magical moment!" John responded with a calm voice, "Okay, no pictures. God I need some of that sweet pussy." Jennifer quivered all over and wanted someone to be eating her hot, wet, throbbing pussy. She looked at Tomas then back at John and commanded, "Eat me, John!" The leprechaun then shouted, "I can't wait to fuck that sweet mouth, and watch you eat pussy, John. Come on, join in the fun, man!" Now John couldn't resist joining in. He moved over and positioned himself between her legs, watching the leprechaun out of the corner of one eye as he began eating his wife's pussy. Jennifer placed her lips around the head of the leprechaun's cock and began tickling it before engulfing the shaft. She thought to herself, "Oh God, he must be at least eight inches." Tomas thought he would pass out when she engulfed his dick. He reached out and held both sides of her head, and fucked her mouth like a jack-hammer on concrete. She responded by moaning and sucking the leprechaun's cock harder, making sure to tease the head with her tongue. With her free hand she rolled his balls, trying desperately to keep her balance between the two men. John sure knew how to push her buttons, and Tomas, wasn't bad either. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer as her first orgasm was building rapidly. Jennifer sucked the leprechaun's cock harder with long deliberate strokes, and knew he wouldn't hold out much longer. She paused from sucking his cock and uttered, "Want to cum in my mouth, baby?" Tomas looked into her lust-filled eyes and exclaimed, "No my precious, I want to cum deep inside your hot cunt!" John looked at them both and confided, "Well then Tomas, fuck her while I slide my dick into her mouth." Jennifer squealed, "Oh my God, I love my mouth and cunt fucked at the same time." John moved and the two men positioned Jennifer between them while lying on her back. That way the leprechaun wouldn't have any trouble fucking her. After all, he could even fondle her clit as he rammed his cock deep inside her while watching her husband fuck Jennifer's mouth. She spread her legs wide and quivered in anticipation. After glancing down and helping the leprechaun enter her, Jennifer wrapped her lips around John's cock. She purred in ecstasy as her mind shouted, "Ooooh God this feels good!" The leprechaun shouted, "Hot-damn, lass, are ye wet! You're about to get a hard fucking!" To her surprise, the small man fucked her like a jack-hammer on concrete. She reached down and began rubbing her clit while the two men fucked her. After a few minutes of teasing herself, she began to cum like a freight train out of control. She then focused her attentions on John's cock and shoved her hips upward, meeting the leprechaun's thrusts. The leprechaun watched the action with lust-filled eyes. He then ran his fingers through Jennifer's cum and tasted it before cockily saying, "Magically delicious." That did it. John couldn't hold out any longer and filled her mouth with his sweet jism. The leprechaun threw his head back and started shouting in Gaelic. After a few more thrusts he filled her hot hole with so much cum it dripped off his balls and onto the bed. The leprechaun's orgasm was so exhilarating for Jennifer that she climaxed again. Jennifer, John and Tomas lay back on the bed panting heavily. She looked over at the leprechaun and said, "Now that was a good wish." It wasn't long until Jennifer and John fell asleep, completely satisfied. The next morning John awoke first. He made himself a cup of coffee and then sat down to think about the events of the previous night. Jennifer awoke with the scent of coffee tickling her nose. She sat up in bed, stretched, yawned, and then looked over at John. Giggling and with an Irish accent she said," Top of the morning to you!" John laughed and echoed, "Good morning baby." He then paused to watch her reaction and asked, "Do you remember seeing a leprechaun last night?" She smirked, giggled and replied, "Ooooh, the one who fucked me while you were ramming your hot cock down my throat? MMMM, yes. Why?" John winked and answered, "Well, I thought it was just a dream." She laughed and answered, "I wish we had pictures because no one will believe that it actually happened." Before John could say anything, he noticed the briefcase full of money that was sitting on the dresser. With a trembling, excited voice he stated, "Jennifer, look at the dresser." As the two walked toward the dresser they noticed something else was lying by the briefcase. On closer examination of the items, it turned out that they were picture of last night's events. John, Jennifer, and the leprechaun engaging in lusty sexual positions. Late the next night in another hotel room, it was about midnight. A leprechaun named Tomas O'Neil set his pot of gold down snapped his fingers and waited at the end of the rainbow for another exciting encounter. After all, not all leprechauns hide their gold, especially after the previous night when the couple involved wished for a hot, lusty threesome. Leprechaun Tales Everyone knows that we Irish are God's chosen. Good looking, articulate, friendly, sexy, intelligent, poets, writers, athletes, dancers...oh I could go on for ever. C'mon, don't get excited, its St. Paddy's day, and this tale tells the story of one Jimmy O'Scoury and his Irish-American family. This story is just the first to detail the sexual adventures of this little leprechaun and may be followed by others if it meets your reading pleasure. So let me know what you think! But of course you'll never find your own pot of gold if you don't vote. Enjoy! Leprechaun (noun) a mischievous Irish elf In Irish folklore, a small (but well hung) man with magical powers, often dressed in green LEPRECHAUN TALES JUNE 25th 2004 – MIAMI, FLORIDA 'Oh God, not another bloody Doctor,' I thought to myself despairingly when I heard Mom say she had found a new expert for my condition. But even as I cringed inwardly I also felt that jolt of hope that invariably surged through me whenever the possibility of cure or improvement was mentioned. "Mom!" howled Patty in anger before I could respond. "I thought we'd all agreed that Jimmy doesn't need any more of these quacks hurting him." "This one is different," Mom asserted boldly, not cowed one bit by her daughter's ferocity. "There's nothing wrong with Jimmy, Mom, he's perfect just as he is," Pattie wailed back. "This Doctor told me today he thought he could help us, help Jimmy," Mom insisted defiantly. As they argued back and forth, I watched the two of them, the only two people in the world I loved, and the only two people in the world who loved me. My mom, Bridget O'Scoury, nee Olaffson, a tall blond of Icelandic extraction, she was thirty-six that spring, a vibrant beautiful mother who was indefatigable in her desire to make my sister Patty's and my life better. Her daughter, my only sibling Patricia, Patty, was simply perfect. No really – no shit, this girl is perfect. She's eighteen years old, just a year older than her younger brother – that's me – but she had already been High School President, Valedictorian, and Volleyball Star and had been accepted into Duke Medical School starting in September. Plus she's 5' 10" tall, a slim but full breasted beauty whose magnificent cascading red hair and freckles are the only things she had inherited from our Irish born, and long gone father. And then there's me, the last of our family trio, the one the two females were now arguing about. I could tell you I'm handsome and blond and blue eyed and intelligent and funny – all true by the way – but the only thing that counts is that I'm small, really small, and that's the whole effing problem. I just turned seventeen and stand 47 inches tall and weigh 83 pounds. Impossible you say – not if you're a dwarf my friends. Oh, Mom and Patty always referred to me as their Irish Leprechaun; an impish character that brought great fortune to the O'Scoury clan of Miami, Florida but the fact of the matter is I was a midget and everyone hates midgets. 'Not true,' you protest as you think of something nice to say about us. 'Little People' or maybe "Height Challenged' you'd call me and insist you'd never discriminate against me or my kind. 'Oh. You're so cute,' I'd heard exclaimed so often it made me want to puke. 'Fuck you, you bastards!' I've lived seventeen years and I can guarantee you that the only two people in the world who've treated me like a human being were now arguing about me and my condition across the dinner table. The rest of you have treated me like shit my whole life. "He's coming to dinner tomorrow night Patty and that's that," I heard Mom insist with a finality that brooked no more argument as I came out of my reverie and rejoined the world. "But Mom," Patty cried in frustration, knowing she'd never change Mom's mind. "Who's coming," I asked, coming out of my reverie. "A bloody old German," Patty spat out, "he's not even a practicing doctor apparently. Supposedly retired three years ago," she added, her dripping sarcasm of course aimed at her mother. "Don't listen to your sister Jimmy," Mom directed at me, "Herr Professor and Doctor Clickstein is a world famous authority on Leprechauns, well you know, midgets, and he's coming to see you tomorrow." "Yes Mom," I agreed meekly, surprised that I was happy we were back on the trail of a cure for me. "You two," Patty groaned in exasperation but I knew she was as excited as Mom and I. It's been about fifteen years since Mom realized that something was wrong, that I wasn't growing like other children. And since that day she (and later Patty) has been trying to find a cure for my condition. Actually, in one way I'm supposedly lucky. I'm what the doctors call a 'proportional dwarf', which means that, unlike ninety-five percent of midgets, I am perfectly formed, just small. I don't have the large head, the disproportional upper body, or the short legs of so many of my kind, my brother freaks – yes, that's what most of you really think we are, me and my kind. But the doctors, first in Boston and later here in Miami had been able to do nothing to help me. Oh, they had poked and prodded, had pontificated, had given me various drug cocktails...but basically they were full of shit, happy to study me, always promising hope that was continually dashed. Mom had pulled me out of the last study I'd been in about fifteen months ago, finally disgusted with the self serving asshole who had been playing with my head for the previous two years. We had all agreed after that debacle that there wasn't anything more we could do, that I'd just have to live with my condition. And now Mom was at it again... ~~~~~ "So, at last, you're here, the person who's causing all these problems," were the first words that met me as I stumbled into the living room the next night, greeted by the most extraordinary sight, an impossibly tall, old man with wild, frizzy gray hair and scraggly beard. Who's this weirdo, I thought to myself as I stared openmouthed at this apparition who stood at least six and a half feet tall, dominating the room. "Huh," I finally mumbled as my eyes fell on Patty sitting in the corner, clearly trying to stifle an 'I told you so' smile. "Doctor?" I stammered. "Professor and Doctor Adolph Clickstein, at your service young man," he responded gravely, but his serious mien was softened by a friendly twinkle in his eyes. After a few minutes of perfunctory conversation we went into the living room where Mom had prepared a full roast beef dinner with all the trimmings for our supposedly exalted guest. Patty couldn't stop herself from attacking the doctor almost from the second we sat down to eat, weaving a tale of broken promises we'd all received for fifteen years from confident doctors. "Sometimes I think you guys never think about the patient," she finally charged. "Jimmy's got feelings Doctor Clickstein; I don't want him hurt again just to satisfy your ego." "Is that why you want to become a Doctor yourself, Miss O'Scoury?" he asked Patty. "To do better?" "Maybe," she agreed. "I do know something about suffering, about pain Miss, and then he slowly rolled up his left sleeve, and silently exposed a line of faded blue numbers. "Jesus," I gasped as I stared at that incredibly ugly tattoo, recognizing immediately what it signified. "The Nazis?" Mom whispered. "I'm sorry Doctor," Patty started before the doc interrupted her. "Don't worry, don't worry, it was a long time ago. I shouldn't have shown it to you," he said quietly, all our attention now on his soft words. "The only reason I did is because I want you all to know that I won't do anything to hurt Jimmy, I've seen enough," he said with a sigh. "Now maybe I'll be able to help you and maybe I won't, but Jimmy, I promise you I won't lie to you or give you some cock and bull story or prolong any treatment that's not helping you." A certainty that he was going to help me coursed through my body as I heard his words – I didn't know how but I knew it with an almost religious conviction. "Now ladies," he continued, motioning to Mom and Patty, "I think Jimmy and I should have some privacy while I conduct my examination." "But I always...," Mom started before Patty grabbed her arm and led her from the room. ~~~~~ "I've studied your file Jimmy," he started, tapping the ten inch medical file that Mom had amassed over the years as he talked. When he added, "Unfortunately, most of your previous doctors weren't much better than quacks, and the last one, Brown, is both a fool and a charlatan." I couldn't help but laugh as he continued. "But I guess you figured that out, didn't you?" Seeing my nod, he continued, "I believe I can do you some good son, we'll see." He quickly gave me a physical, measuring and examining me with a professionalism I'd never felt in all the previous ordeals I'd undergone. "You have two problems Jimmy," he finally announced. "One, of course, you know - the whole question of your size or lack of it. But there is another one, one maybe even more important for your future happiness, and that's the fact you still haven't gone through puberty, you're still a boy and are in danger of never becoming a functioning man." I flinched at his direct words, but then became engrossed as he talked, for a half an hour he explained everything carefully, and then outlined a course of treatment while welcoming all my questions. He finally ended by asking how much I wanted him to share with Mom. "Its up to you son, I'll just tell her what you want." "I don't have any secrets from Mom or Patty Doctor," I replied. ~~~~~ I was just wearing my underwear when Mom and Patty filed back into the room, neither of them able to disguise their curiosity, their hunger for good news. "Jimmy's not had the most enlightened doctoring in the past," Doctor Clickstein started ominously. "However, there's still hope ladies!" he exclaimed. "As you ladies know, Jimmy is short. But he also has another problem, and it's this problem that I'm going to concentrate on." "Take off your shorts Jimmy," he ordered me. "As you can see, Jimmy has no body hair, no pubic hair, no sexual development at all. His penis is like a little boy's, at seventeen he still doesn't get erections, hasn't ever experienced ejaculation." "But Doctor," Patty interjected, but the doctor went on relentlessly. "The most important thing I can do for Jimmy right now is to make sure he becomes a man. My treatment will concentrate on inducing puberty and ensuring he has a future sexual life. The idiots who were treating him before completely ignored this problem." "Will you be able to do it?" Mom asked. "Yes, Mrs. O'Scoury, I can almost guarantee that I can induce puberty in your son. I can't tell you how big a penis he'll end up with, but it will get hard, and Jimmy will be capable of fathering a child." For the next ten minutes he outlined the treatment, the drugs he'd use (among others, HGH and testosterone), the time frame, the results expected, the side effects, what I had to do, etc., etc. I think the three of us were relieved when he finished, all of us at last confident we had someone who knew what he was talking about. "And Jimmy's height, he'll never get taller?" Patty asked fearfully. "Not necessarily Miss O'Scoury," the doc answered. "The thing about the onset of puberty is that the body explodes into action. I'm actually hoping that some height gains will be made. No, no ladies, don't get your hopes up too much. As I've already explained to Jimmy, a best case scenario is he might grow another 12-13 inches, in other words, at best he just might get to five feet tall. My own best guess is he'll probably add five or six inches, maybe end up at four feet six." "How long until we see results, how long will the treatment last sir," Patty, the aspiring doctor, wanted to know. "One year miss, one year from today we'll sit down together again and review everything." GROWING The next year was the happiest in my life! And simply because within weeks I, and Mom and Patty, knew that that Doctor Clickstein's treatment was working. Oh it wasn't easy. And yes I was still mercilessly hounded by most of my classmates, and yes I was subject to stares and open disdain almost everywhere I went, and yes when Patty left for North Carolina and Duke in September I lost my greatest friend and supporter, but... But I was growing taller. I was also becoming a man. I added two and a half inches of height that first summer and finally saw the first blond pubic and underarm hairs burst through the surface of my skin. And my penis started to get bigger, yes slowly, but still... and then in September, just days after Patty left for school, I had my first hard-on, yes just a timid three incher but... And as the chemicals coursed through my body, changing me fundamentally, I also started to exercise, to work out, finally motivated now to make as much as I could from my body. I ate Power Bars and protein/creatine mixes (all under the Doctors instructions) while daily I lifted weights and did aerobic training. School was still shitty – nothing changed yet there – but I finally had a reason to live and spent much more time on my schoolwork, eager now to get a scholarship and be able to go on to University eventually. By Christmas I was four feet six, a veritable giant I thought, and enough hair was now growing on my face to make me believe I'd be able to grow a respectable beard or mustache someday in the future. I turned eighteen in late February, and that night had my first full blown wet dream, waking happily as my now almost seven inch prick spurted sticky cream all over my stomach. Even Doc Clickstein had been surprised at how my penis had grown, admitting to me one day in March that he'd only hoped for maybe four or five inches when fully hard. "And now look at you, more than seven inches now and still growing. You're going to be a giant of a man with the ladies, my boy," he told me laughing. He measured my height and weight monthly, tested my growing muscles and of course paid special attention to my penis, its length and girth were constantly monitored. In April he also had me tested for sperm count and potency and proudly announced one week later, "You set records my boy, you're off the chart for sperm count, you'll father many babies young man!" But I think it was the May measurement, the Doc's, "Mein Gott Jimmy, over nine inches, you're bigger than me!" when something clicked in my head, when I finally accepted that I was the equal of anyone, that I didn't have to apologize any more, that I was a man. JUNE 25th 2005 – MIAMI, FLORIDA "So ladies, the years up, what do you think?" Doctor Clickstein asked as soon as we arrived laughing in the room. ('We'll give them a show', the doc had promised me the week before, 'let's give them a real surprise') As I watched Mom and Patty throw themselves at the good doc, and heard them heaping praise on him, I was tingling in anticipation, wondering how they'd react when they realized the final secret. "Yes, yes ladies, we've had some success, we've been lucky" "Bullshit," Mom, who never swore, exclaimed. "You're a genius professor, we can never repay you," she said as she rained kisses on his blushing cheeks. "Yes, well... anyway let's get to the results," he finally said, grinning as he pointed to the picture he had placed earlier on the wall. "This is a full size picture of Jimmy taken exactly one year ago. Only forty-seven inches tall, eighty pounds, no muscles, his penis..." he trailed off as we all looked at what I'd been. "Jimmy. Take off your shirt and shorts please. Stand by the picture. Voila ladies, the new Master O'Scoury. One hundred and thirty-eight chiseled pounds on a five foot and one half inch tall body. And capable of growing a respectable beard," he laughed, and you could hear how proud and how happy he was for me in the tone of his voice. I jokingly flexed my biceps, posing for my happy family. Neither of the females asked, but I could see their eyes continually drift to my groin as I posed. They of course had seen the outward changes in me over the past year, but had no idea just what had happened below my waist. "Yes I can see you're curious ladies, no don't deny it," the Doc went on. "And yes, happily we did also have some success on the sexual question. Jimmy does have erections, does ejaculate, will be able to father a child." I could feel both Patty and Mom's eyes boring into me, trying to see exactly what was hidden beneath my boxers, but afraid to ask. "Do you think Jimmy; I mean do you mind showing your Mom, your sis?" Doc Clickstein asked, words we'd already practiced. And as I slowly slipped the shorts down, letting them see first the thick blond thatch, and then even more slowly exposed the thick shaft, inch by inch, the good doctor added, "the treatment worked extraordinarily well on .." "Jeeeessssus Christ," Mom groaned, awe in her voice, "you're even bigger than your father was." "Oh my Gawwwwd," Patty gasped at the same time. "How big is it anyway?" she finally asked. I had been already semi-hard as I lowered my shorts and exposed myself, but as Mom and Patty stared, my prick stretched and lifted, bucking upwards as it filled with blood. "Just about nine and a half inches," Doctor Clickstein announced happily, and you knew that my big cock was one of his proudest achievements. He then went on to tell the rapt females that my penis was in the top one point three four per cent in terms of displacement volume; and that my sperm quantity and potency were the highest he'd ever recorded. His final words before we left the office were, "Of course, in legend, leprechauns are noted for the large size of their organs and their sexual potency. You O'Scoury's may have been right in thinking Jimmy a leprechaun," he finished, with a twinkle in his eye. We were silent on the drive home, and I could see Mom and Patty adjusting to this new me, clearly stunned by this new development. Finally Patty started giggling, and then laughing said, "You must have the biggest prick in your school, what are all those assholes going to say now?" There was a new feeling in the O'Scoury house that night, an all pervasive happiness that had been missing for many, many years. ~~~~~ MY FIRST - PATTY "Are you still awake?" "Uh huh," I answered to my sisters whispered question later that night, both of us lying in our beds in the room we'd shared all our lives. "So?" "So what?" "So, are you still a virgin?" "Patty!" "C'mon, tell me," she giggled as I heard her moving across the room. "What!" I squealed as she slipped under my sheet and fitted her body against mine. "You sleep naked?" she asked, surprised. "Its summer now, I ...anyway I've had the room to myself for the last year...and you do," I sputtered. "You surprised us, Mom and I, I mean," Patty whispered in my ear. "What surprised you?" I asked, but knowing, and excited, felt my cock growing, moving toward Patty. As I scrambled to move away from her, scared my now long penis would touch her, she whispered, "This Jimmy," as I felt her hand encircle me. "Patttttyyyy," I yelped as her palm closed around me, "what are you doing?" "I'm just checking it's really yours, not a strap-on or something," she giggled as she tugged at me. "So, you never answered, are you a virgin?" "YES, YES," I moaned as she lightly moved her hand over me. "How come?" "Please Patty," I cried as I felt my balls stirring. "I'd have thought the girls at school would be lining up for you," Patty whispered, her mouth just inches from my ear, her hand caressing. I could feel it starting, felt the first spurt start deep inside me, felt my cock buck wildly in Patty's hand as my first string of cream exploded up my shaft and sprang outward. "Nooo... oh god, ohhh shit," I groaned as indescribable pleasure flooded through me, each subsequent ejaculation sending another intoxicating jolt to my brain.