The trip to Caracas and Curacao had opened a new world to Jim Barnes, not only for revealing an untapped area of his sexuality, but for the prospects of becoming part in developing a product line that had the potential of making him tons of money. As a food chemist with Nutriworld he'd enjoyed a middle class existence supporting his wife and two children - Mike, age 15, and 12 year old Karen. He could hardly reveal the nature of the new enterprise, since Ricardo and Henri had sworn him to secrecy. But that had to be put on hold. The moment he arrived home his wife confronted him with the news that she'd discovered their son was gay and that they'd have to do something about it at once. From the look on her face it was clear that the discovery, at least as far as she was concerned, was a major tragedy.
It turned out that Mike had invited a friend from school for an overnight sleep over. Playing the part of a good mother she thought she'd bring a tray of cookies and soda to Mike's bedroom that night. She entered without knocking and found them naked on the bed "doing disgusting things with each other."
It came as a surprise, rather than shock, to Jim and it crossed his mind that his son had already developed a taste for semen that his old man hadn't experienced until his mid-thirties. He maintained a stoic attitude however and cautioned his wife against causing the boy to feel rejected.
"I'll have a talk with him," he said trying to reassure her. "It's really no big deal. Lots of boys his age like to experiment with sex. It's part of growing up."
"Well it isn't going any further in that direction!" she snapped. "I've already spoken to Rev. Tim, who was most understanding."
"You should have waited until I got back," he said. "Rev. Tim is a right wing homophobe. It's really none of his business."
"It IS his business," she continued. He said he could help change Mike's sexual orientation but that it wouldn't be easy since the Devil's already taken hold of him."
Jim could hardly believe she was serious. "Don't tell me you believe in that crap? His followers are mostly redneck imbeciles."
"Some of them are college professors, so don't act so superior."
"If you love Mike as much as I do it doesn't make any difference if he's gay or not.
"Rev. Tim said he's still young enough to change, providing he gets treatment."
Realizing the argument was going nowhere he said: "You've blown this all out of proportion. I'm sure Mike is feeling badly enough about being discovered without heaping a lot of guilt on him. We'll talk about it later. Right now it's important that he knows we both love him.
"All right," she sighed before planting a kiss on his cheek. "We'll say no more about it until we've met with Rev. Tim. I already told him that we'd attend one of his meetings for parents of homosexual children."
Jim had previously gone to a revival service given by the Rev. Tim at his wife's insistence and found him to be a slick, but personable, con man who hawked a line of salvation products. Whatever "treatment" he had in mind for gay kids would no doubt cost money. There was a certain irony in this since he was about to do the research and testing of Henri's product that would be more treat than treatment. His introduction to man sex with Ricardo in Caracas, and again with Henri and Lars in Curacao had opened a new world to him. Without that he might have been as upset as his wife on learning that their son was gay...or at least had inclinations. "Like father, like son," he thought...and not without a tinge of pride. Of one thing he was certain: he'd not allow his wife or Rev. Tim to interfere with his developing sexuality. If Mike had enjoyed having sex with his friend he shouldn't be made to feel guilty about it. And yet, in spite of the Curacao experience, he still had sexual feelings that his wife may have satisfied if she wasn't such a holier-than-thou prude. The embarrassment he'd felt when she sucked his cock so long ago he now found as a challenge. One of the homework assignments Ricardo had given him was to seduce his wife into sucking his cock after they'd both consumed some of the elixir. At the moment that seemed like a formidable task. Another was to suck a cock au natural and see if his conditioning to "flavored" semen had resulted in an appreciation of the unadulterated product. A year ago the thought would have disgusted him. But now he looked forward to the experience with interest.
"But how would I go about it?" he'd asked Ricardo. "I just can't go up to a guy and say I want to suck your cock in the interests of science." As his mentor Ricardo had suggested he go to a gay bar in Miami, dressed for the occasion in chinos that showed his package and an open collar shirt that exposed a hint of chest hair. "Nature will do the rest," he'd said.
The first visit to a gay bar can be intimidating no matter what your age. The sexiest looking guys seemed, or at least made a pretense of, oblivious to their carefully groomed appearance. A neophyte had no hope of tasting such forbidden fruit it seemed. But Jim was at the Mariposa Club on a homework assignment (or managed to convince himself that he was). Stepping up to the bar he ordered a beer. The bartender was a good looking guy, mid thirties maybe, and sported a nice bulge in tight fitting jeans. Other than that he gave no indication of being gay or having the slightest interest in the patrons. "What do I do now?" Jim thought. He'd done as Ricardo suggested and had made himself available for a pickup. There were several guys at the bar engaged in conversation among themselves. One of them had his arm around his neighbor's shoulder. Toward the back of the room were booths and tables, few of which were occupied. Unaware that gay bars didn't show much action until midnight or later he considered leaving as soon as he finished the beer. Before he did a guy slid onto the stool next to him.
"I'll have what he's having,'' he said to the bartender while pointing at Jim's glass. Jim looked at him and nodded. The stranger slid his stool around to face him, with jean clad legs spread apart enough to show off a nice bulge. "You new around here?" he asked.
"First time here," Jim answered.
"I hope it won't be your last," he said. "My name's Buck."
The rest of the conversation was as casual as the chance meeting of strangers. Buck seemed to be in his mid-twenties and admitted to being a graduate student at the university. Halfway through his beer he pressed his leg against Jim's. There was no withdrawal on Jim's part - in fact the warm thigh felt nice. It was eye contact, however, that led to what followed.
I have to take a piss," Buck said. "How about you?"
"I could use one too," Jim replied.
There were six urinals along one wall of the mens room, all of them occupied and several guys waiting their turn. A condom machine hung on a graffiti covered wall where the sinks were and the room had a chlorine stench. "I got to piss, but not that bad," Jim said in disgust.
"Let's go outside for some fresh air," Buck said.
Just beyond the parking lot was a copse of trees through which filtered moonlight disclosed a foot path. They walked a short distance before Buck turned to him and said in a half whisper: "Nice and private here. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
A patch of moonlight played on his swollen crotch. It was now or never. Jim reached over and cupped it. Buck pulled him close, their packages pressed against each other.. Jim's hands caressed Buck's buttocks, pulling him even closer. The feeling of cocks straining to get free built up until Jim broke away and sank to his knees. Reaching up he unzipped Buck's jeans and pulled them down. His swollen cock was imprisoned in a white bikini. That too was pulled down to reveal the prize he sought. With one hand encircling his balls the other took hold of the shaft and guided the circumcised head into his mouth.
"Ooh baby," Buck groaned. "That feels so good."
His six inch cock was the right size for sucking, allowing Jim to take it all the way to its base and the bush from which it grew. The black hairs tickled his nose as he inhaled its musky aroma. It wasn't long before he felt the ball sack tighten as Buck picked up speed in fucking his mouth. Jim eased back and flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth across the distended pee slit oozing a dribble of cowper's gland fluid. It tasted sweet. All of a sudden Buck tensed his muscles and gasped: "I'm cumming!" His hands locked around Jim's head as a volley of semen shot into his mouth. Jim puckered his lips to receive the full load without swallowing it before withdrawing Buck's cock from his mouth. He rolled the warm cum over his tongue, making a note of the taste...which he'd later describe as "Asian", because of its sweet-and-sour flavor. While not as aromatic as the enhanced semen he'd tasted, it could best be described in his notes as "all natural comfort food the consistency of yogurt rather than mashed potatoes."
"Man, that was great!" Buck said while stuffing his deflated cock back into the bikini. "I've got to go now, but I hope we'll meet again. Next time the treat's on me."
"Sure thing," Jim said as they headed back to the parking lot. There was no further conversation. Buck had gotten his rocks off and wanted nothing more. He'd unwittingly contributed his sperm to the assignment, which had been the purpose of Jim's visit to the bar. He'd return several more times to make further tests.
As Rev. Tim had said to his congregation before taking up a collection: It is more blessed to give than to receive. On his next visit to the Mariposa Jim was sucked in the mens room by the bartender himself...an unexpected surprise made all the more significant by the fact that Jim had downed some of the precious elixir before going there. The bartender evidently spread the word around that Jim's cum was something special, because he soon became sought after by the patrons. As flattering as that was he realized his obligation to Ricardo and Henri was to do a lab analysis of the frozen sperm samples and try to come up with a way to convert them into an edible food product.
He would later regret not having a man-to-man talk with his son Mike and telling him that it was okay to be gay if that was his inclination. As it turned out he succumbed to his wife's pressure to enroll Mike at Rev. Tim's summer camp for boys and his daughter at the companion camp for girls. With the kids away for two months he had time to undertake another of Ricardo's assignments - that of getting his wife to finish the blow job she started fifteen years earlier. The samples of Henri's flavored elixir had deteriorated and lost their potency and the liquor Ricardo had given him was almost used up. He'd taken some of it before going to the Mariposa Club and knew that it still worked, maybe because it's vodka base acted as a preservative for the other ingredients. His plan was to take his wife to an expensive restaurant, have a romantic dinner that might rekindle the emotions they once shared, and return home for a nightcap of the liquor. In the morning he'd ask if she had slept well and had any dreams. The dinner, however, was less than romantic. His wife was so turned on by the promises Rev. Tim had made about 'making Tim into a fine young Christian youth' that she hardly listened to anything he had to say.
That night he awoke to find her turning and tossing in her sleep. Her body was drenched in perspiration as she wrestled with her dreams. He smiled and reached down to his cock, which was already half hard. His wife had always worn a nightgown to bed, and he his boxer shorts. That night her nightgown was twisted above her hips. He moved close to her, pressing his crotch against her ass. The touch of it seemed to work its way into her dream as she let out a soft moan and pushed back at him. He made no further advances, preferring to let the liquor do its work as it had done on him in Caracas.
He let her sleep late the next morning and had showered, put on fresh boxer shorts, and started breakfast by the time she awoke. "Oh how sweet of you," she said appearing in the kitchen in her disheveled nightgown. "I don't know why I'm so hungry after the dinner we had last night... and thirsty too," she added reaching for the glass of liquor enhanced orange juice on the table.
"You were tossing in your sleep," he said. "Had a bad dream or something?"
She gulped down the juice and licked her lips. "As a matter of fact," she admitted, "I did dream, although I'm not sure of what. I seemed to want something that was out of reach." As he leaned over her shoulder while pouring coffee she inhaled deeply and said: "You smell so nice and clean."
He slipped one strap of the nightgown over her shoulder and tickled a nipple with his finger. "And you look pretty sexy too," he replied as the nipple swelled at his touch
She slipped off the other strap and leaned back open mouthed eager to receive his kiss. But he wasn't about to let her seduce him so easily. For the past few years he practically had to beg her to let him get between her legs. Not this time, he thought. It was her turn to do the begging to get between his legs.
As he put the dishes in the sink she feasted on the sight of his boxers caught between his ass cheeks. She got up and stood behind him rubbing his bubble buns while kissing his neck. As he turned around to face her his cock was already half hard and tenting out the shorts.
Seeing the wet spot that appeared at the front she sank to her knees and touched it. "Oh look," she said. "There's a stain of something on your shorts. Let me wipe it off."
"It's just some pre-cum," he said. "I know you don't like the stuff, so don't bother."
"No, I want to," she insisted. "A wife has to take good care of her husband. I'll wash them out by hand."
She then pulled the boxers down and stared intently at his cock. "It's beautiful," she said touching a finger to the oozing pee slit. As if mesmerized she put the finger into her mouth and licked it.
"There's more where that came from," he said softly.
She licked the tip of his cock and closed her eyes in ecstasy. The taste of the liquor hinted in his pre-cum and she wanted more of it. She began sucking greedily as a hungry infant at its mother's nipple. Taking hold of his ass cheeks she pulled him forward until his cock was engorged in her mouth.
"Hey, take it easy," he said pushing her mouth off. But she would have none of it and sucked all the more rapidly. The first blast of semen caused her to gag. She backed off a bit as the second blast erupted and coated her tongue. She gulped it down and continued sucking to draw out the last drops of ejaculate. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, the taste of his semen on her lips.
"Good girl," he said. "Now go take a shower. You smell pretty raunchy." It was mean of him to say that, but no less so than her reaction to his cum before they were married. It was now his turn to reward her with sex or to withhold it as he saw fit. As far as the belated blow job was concerned she still had a lot to learn in the fine art of cocksucking.
Try as he might Jim was unable to duplicate the formula used in the liquor Ricardo had brought back from the Mexican spa. Henri's sample was easier to duplicate but had a short shelf life. Quantities of fresh semen would have to available and pass quality control for consistency. While waiting for the next shipment from Copenhagen he studied the components of his own sperm along with samples from men at the Mariposa. He found that Henri's product contained higher concentrations of Cowper's gland pre-cum than in the 5% per tablespoon of ordinary semen and prostatic fluid above the 30% present present in the same amount. It was also delivered by syringe and infused into the urethral walls before mixing with ejaculated semen, which was hardly feasible in a commercial product. The problem would be to concentrate the glandular fluids from large amounts of frozen sperm, infuse them with fruit and herbal extracts and find a delivery system with long shelf life and eye appeal in a food format. There were already on the market various supplements that enhanced the taste of semen as herbal supplements. To have any effect they also depended on avoiding anything in the diet that would cause a bitter taste. The goal was to create a taste for semen where none previously existed - like acquiring a taste for scoth or bourbon. The quest for that product was accelerated by what happened at Rev. Tim's camp.