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Jack woke up the next morning, half convinced everything that happened yesterday was some...terrible sexy nightmare. He groaned a little, started to stretch as he was waking up, and felt like a wad of bed sheets was caught between his legs. He groggily reached down to untangle himself from the sheets....

Annnnd, nope, that isn't the bed sheets.

Jack tossed off his sheets and stared down past his lean, rippled belly. As he lay on his back, his massive cock speared up toward the ceiling like a fucking skyscraper! His tool was fucking giant, huge, long, veiny, all shiny and sculpted, like a goddamned sex missile. Despite his frankly crazy size, he was rock-hard, his dick literally aching, he was so ready to go. The rangy teen had been pitching a tent in his sheets the size of Mount Rushmore. No, seriously, he was huuuge. Which was amazing, but fuuuuck......

Jack hastily sat up on the side of the bed and bundled the sheets up in his lap to hide the giant throbbing gay cock he was sporting. And oh, yeah...fucking gay! The memories of the stuff he did yesterday, all the gay pedo sex.... His hands shook, he was breathing fast with shock, his heart was pounding, he felt a little dizzy...although that could be from how much blood it must take to get that...thing...fully erect. Jack had to snort a little laugh, a crazy half-giggle escaping his mouth before he tamped that down. It'd be too easy to start screaming.

Fuck!

Okay. Take a deep breath, slow down, calm down, deal with things. All that crazy shit really happened yesterday. Piper's creepy Uncle Darryl wasn't full of utter bullshit. Magic curses and bullshit are apparently real, and now Jack was as queer as a three dollar bill and hung like a bull moose.

Goddammit, Jack didn't want to be a gay-ass pedo! Why wasn't this all some kind of weird nightmare?

The teenager just sat there for a few minutes, trying not to think, hoping that his rock-hard boner would...maybe go away on its own.

Of course it didn't. Time to start dealing with this crazy shit.

Jack checked the time, and sure enough, he was awake super early again, but he felt all...jittery and shaky inside, full of...weird energy. There was no way he was going back to sleep any time soon.

With a sigh, Jack got up, and by laying his aching-hard shaft to the side and picking a loose pair to wear, he managed to pack his ridiculous cock into a pair of running shorts and headed out to the garage. He did his five kilometers on the treadmill, again crushing his previous best time, cutting eleven more seconds off his already ridiculous pace. That shaky energy in his lower belly didn't subside, and neither did his aching rod.

Jack had missed football practice yesterday, so he banged out some calisthenics, trying to break a sweat, and he felt...weightless. He was strong and fit as all hell today, like he was riding some high.... Which, maybe he was, if creepy-ass Darryl was right.

He moved on to his barbell, packed with every plate he owned, and dead lifts with over five hundred pounds were too easy. Jack tried a few clean-and-jerks, and those were a lot harder, so he did fifteen, then he moved on to some squats and those were effortless, then bench presses. He blazed through more than a hundred reps in about ten minutes, and he was barely feeling it. He either needed to buy some more plates, or join a gym.

And, of course, he kept his aching hard-on through the entire workout. As he ignored it and distracted himself, it went down...a little? Just enough to become kind-of flexible, so he could maneuver it around in his shorts a bit to get it to sort-of ride okay. But it was still way far from being limp and normal. It was like having a tiger on a leash. In his fucking pants.

With a sigh, Jack decided that he had to do something about this before he could leave the house. And he had to go to school today, for sure! Skipping two days in a row would be a bad idea. But he sure as hell couldn't walk around in public with...this.

What does Jack do?

Okay, so this sex curse must have some rules, try and figure out how it works

A frustrated boner never killed anyone, get out of the house before something bad happens!