Wishing Gem Game Part 03

[This is part 3 so make sure to read part 2 first. I'm posting twice to make up for the time that I screwed up last month. 

About the story: I'm not including Kevin or Mark's wishes to try to make it a little more interesting; however if you want me to put in a separate file that has their wishes listed I can do that too. I hope I made it obvious enough to tell what some of them are but that can be hard to know what someone gets out of the story vs my intention. I also want the mystery to be there too so you can guess too. Just let me know which would be better.]

“Shit man… I didn’t think this was real,” Mark said. He was still trying to catch his breath after his penis shrunk back down to its normal size. 

“It’s real,” Kevin rolled his eyes. He had a bit of a habit of not caring what Mark had to say. “Just have a beer.” 

Before Mark realized it, he opened it up and started drinking. “Can’t really deny that anymore…” 

“But you have to wish for something other than a bigger penis. Alright?” Kevin said.

“Yeah… Yeah… Whatever,” Mark dismissed. He finished off the beer and grabbed another.

“You’re turn,” Kevin said as he passed the stone to Steven. 

Steven stared at it a bit confused. He had no idea what he wanted to wish for anymore. He currently had a body better than his dreams and even a bigger dick. “I wish my dick was 25% bigger…” he finally settled on it. There was no reason to hold the game up. In his shorts he could feel it start to widen and push further down his leg. Even though he wasn’t hard right now, he knew it was growing closer to his knee. 

Mark grabbed at the stone and quickly made a wish. He then passed it to Kevin who made one as well. But then Kevin looked back at Mark for a second and stared. He was looking for something on the other guy but clearly didn’t want to say something.

“What?” Mark puffed up his flabbier chest trying to look tough.

“Nothing,” Kevin replied.

“No. You wished for something. What’d you wish for?” Mark said. His hand rubbed at his crotch as he glared at Kevin. “You wished that I was gay. Didn’t you?”

“Are you going to bet your turn on whether or not I wished that you were gay?” Kevin smirked slightly as he said it. The slight upturn of his grin just pissed Mark off even more. “You and I both know I wouldn’t wish for that.”

“Oh really?” Mark jumped up from his chair. He’d finished his third beer and was ready to go. “Say it to my face. Bitch. Go on. Say it to my fucking face.”

“I just did,” Kevin still didn’t move. He wasn’t intimidated by Mark’s bouncing body as he threw several fake punches into the air. 

“Then why the fuck can’t I stop thinking about you!? You totally wished that I was gay! I know it!” Mark shouted. 

“BBZZZZZTT!” a loud buzzer seemed to ring in everyone’s ears making them wince at the sound. A small popup screen appeared in front of all of them. “No person has wished anything that can be considered to make Mark gay. Mark loses one turn. Please continue.”

Mark’s shoulders dropped. “What..? But…” His hands lowered to his side and he suddenly felt a weird feeling of defeat. “I don’t… But I…” 

“C’mon big guy. Just have another beer,” Kevin offered him another beer and he slowly drank it. 

Steven stared a bit confused. “Then what’d you wish for?”

“If you win this game, you’ll find out,” Kevin gave Steven a wink as he said it. Steven felt himself liven up at the gesture. His dick pressed down his leg and bulged through his shorts. At 8 inches it was still in his shorts but he could feel its head wanting to peak out from his boxers. Steven quickly adjusted himself, trying to hide the boner. 

He leaned forward and took the stone. “I wish I could tell what they wished for…” Steven muttered to himself. 

“BBZZZZZTT! No wishes that can see into another person’s wishes are permitted. Please make a wish that does not grant you the power to automatically win.”

Kevin let out a laugh. “Really?”

“Yeah… Guess I didn’t mean to phrase it like that. I wish that I was better at reading what people wanted,” Steven said. He paused and looked over Kevin and Mark. Kevin had the only wish he knew for a fact that Kevin wished for was that he was taller. However the feeling wasn’t all at once which meant he had some sort of trigger for it. But at the same time, why would he only wish for something that made me bigger. Sure he was gay but that still didn’t seem like a good enough thing to just go off of. This was a new game and nothing looked different. Steven turned his attention to Mark. Looking him over the only thing Steven could perceive was that Mark was going to wish for a bigger dick. “Fuck.”

“No luck? At least you found a way around the rule,” Kevin laughed. “So what did you wish for?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to tell you that,” Steven played back. 

“Alright,” Kevin shrugged. He made his wish and passed the stone back.

“Already!?” Steven still hadn’t figured anything out. All he could tell was Kevin was still checking out his muscular chest and abs. But he’d known Kevin to do that his entire life. However he did still feel his dick bounce as he saw Kevin smile again. A flash of him being on top of his friend suddenly flashed through his mind. He leaned forward on the couch at the sudden thought. “What the..? Did you..?” Steven was trying to figure out how to phrase it. Mark was onto something but it didn’t turn him gay. Steven thought about a hot girl he’d seen online and his dick flared up even more intensely. ‘I’m not gay…’ he thought to himself. 

However he still couldn’t shake the feeling that Kevin had done something. That Kevin had somehow put that thought into his head. But how would he even wish for something like that. He had to think more like Kevin. Had to figure out a way that he could call him on his wishes. 

“Confused?” Kevin smirked.

“A little…” Steven groaned still holding onto the stone. “But I’ll just have to wait a little bit…”

“Suite yourself,” Kevin smiled. He cradled his body in the arm chair and stared blankly at the ceiling. 

“Don’t think about it too much… Calm down,” the alcohol was still getting to him. He’d felt like he’d been drinking all night. But now he had to focus. Even if he was able to hold his alcohol really well he just couldn’t tonight. “I wish I could drink all that I wanted and only stay lightly tipsy.” Suddenly his mind seemed to clear up. ‘Was I really that drunk off four cans?’ he looked at the waste and realized how much different he felt. His mind was still in that goofy joyous state but at the same time he didn’t feel wasted.

“My turn!” Mark grabbed the stone from Steven and quickly made a wish. He wasn’t going to waste any time making his wish. 

“Well you still haven’t wished to make your penis bigger… So that’s a plus,” Kevin chided. 

“How do you know that?” Mark tried to sound coy. Steven could see right through it.

Kevin just rolled his eyes. He quickly made his wish. “I have my ways,” he taunted back. “You’re too easy to read…”

“Fuck you,” Mark cursed. He got up and started walking around the room. “If I was the size of Steven you wouldn’t say shit.”

“If you were the size of Steven I wouldn’t be disappointed,” Kevin didn’t even bother looking at him. Mark was now busy glaring at Steven. 

It felt like he was sizing him up. Despite being a good head taller and far thicker than Mark, Mark didn’t seem perturbed by that at all. He was waiting for the stone to make a wish. Steven just tried to ignore it. But he couldn’t deny the sudden urge to be bigger. As he watched Mark prowl around the room, he thought about how much bigger Ethan was compared to both them. Even if Steven was far more defined and ‘better looking’, Ethan had a size that no one could match. ‘Can’t wish for that…’ he told himself. ‘Too obvious.’ 

Steven’s eyes landed on Kevin. He obviously would want Steven to be bigger but what would he wish for to actually accomplish that. When he was growing he could feel the change in his body each second. But right now he was too focused on being bigger. Another thought flashed through his mind of Kevin on the bed beneath him. He could see the swell of his small back curve as his dick plowed deeper into Kevin’s asshole. Hearing his high pitched squeal sent him into a frenzy. “Fuck…” Steven moaned for a second, accidentally touching himself.

“Having fun?” Kevin smirked.

“I… Uhh… I mean… I wish that I had bigger balls,” Steven finally said.

Now Mark was staring at him as well. “You really okay man?” 

“Yeah,” Steven lied. He’d never felt this way about any man before but for the second time tonight he’d thought about being on top of his roommate. He looked back trying to figure out what it could have been. He’d only said that he’d consider it as a nicety, not an actual proposition. But now it was becoming even more real. And what worried him was that he wouldn’t say no.

Steven just palmed his dick again as Mark made his wish. The hard rod was going further down his leg than he realized it would. He knew the outline was very prominent even in his baggy shorts, but neither Kevin nor Mark pointed it out. 

As Mark made his wish Kevin whipped around. “Did you just-!” he cut himself off as he was about to ask the question.

“Did I just what?” Mark was toying with Kevin again. His average sized body leaned against the back of the couch as he looked down on him. “Huh? Did I just what?”

“Nothing,” Kevin dismissed. He quickly made his wish and passed the stone to Steven.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how fast you wish,” Steven said. He was still trying to stall while he thought of a wish. He kept thinking that he wanted to wish that he’d be bigger. That his 16.5 inch arms weren’t big enough. That his chest wasn’t full enough. That his claves weren’t developed enough. He’d seen those bodybuilders online. He’d mocked them plenty. But that was before he had anything close to what they had. What if he just wished he was a little bigger? Just a little more defined? Would that be too noticeable?

Another flash of Kevin’s naked body on his bed flashed through his mind. He wanted to plow that ass, watching his back arch, body squirm underneath his strength. If he was bigger the difference would be even greater. He’d be more than a man. Could he really call it gay after that? He wasn’t fucking a man. He was fucking his tiny dweeb of a roommate. ‘What am I thinking!?’ Steven stopped himself dead in his tracks. As he looked over at Kevin he felt like it wouldn’t be too bad. It’s not like Kevin was ugly. He slapped his face trying to get ahold of himself. 

‘Mark said that Kevin made him gay. But what if he actually made everyone gay and that’s what was wrong…’ Steven tested his theory again thinking about a woman. He’d never been much of an ass man, but he could just as easily picture a woman as he had with Kevin. Plus he wasn’t having the same fantasy about Mark. The thought of him going down on his friend made him uncomfortable. ‘That’s cause he’s at least a bit of a man,’ Steven cocked a grin but then his face went sour. “What the Hell did you wish for!?” 

“Me?” Kevin acted innocent as he said it. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

Steven bit his lip. The coy nature was pissing him off but turning him on. He growled as he fought the desire to wish himself bigger. He knew even making himself 1% bigger would be too noticeable. He’d have to settle on something else. “I wish my dick was 25% bigger.” He growled as he felt it growing longer and thicker. Feeling its sensitive head rub against his soft boxers and down his leg sent a wave of pleasure through his body. He fought the feeling, digging his nails deep into his hand as he tried to stay upright.

“You alright?” Kevin goaded. 

Steven could feel the grimace on his face as he tried to hide the pleasure. His bigger balls and massive dick couldn’t hold on much longer. Not as it was bombarded with extra images of Kevin’s skinny ass pointed up at him, filled his mind. “I’m fine,” Steven choked out.

Mark looked at him as though he wanted to say something. He didn’t say anything but made a wish. Kevin turned around. “You really just wished to make your dick bigger didn’t you?” his voice was icy as he said it.

“But… You… But… Steven just… Yeah…” Mark lowered his head. “It was only two inches…”

The blue screen popped up in front of Kevin’s face again as he had just won again. “I know, that’s why you want it bigger,” Kevin mocked again. He looked through the screen. “And if you think I’m letting you keep any of your wishes after your third one, you’ve got another thing coming…”

“What!? No please! At least let me keep the first one! Please!” Mark pleaded.

“Hmm?” Kevin looked down over his legs. “Nah…” he shrugged.

“You’re an asshole. You know that? A real fucking asshole.”

“Ehhh… I guess,” Kevin shrugged. “But that’s an unhealthy mindset to have. Maybe you should just accept some things about yourself.”