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Chapter 10: Josh.
"The enclosed receptacles are specifically designed zip lock baggies that will allow you to capture, store and mail the semen samples to us. They are of high quality and have been tested by our researchers. You must follow the double seal method to ensure that no sample-to-sample cross-contamination will occur."
I am in my room with the door locked. I just finished assessing the contents of the package I received in today's mail from the Small no More (SnM) laboratory. The package contains a letter with detailed instructions on the "Three Sample Semen Test" I am to complete with my donors, as well as six "Cum Receptacles." The "Cum Receptacles" are small zip lock baggies with a double seal enclosure mechanism on top. They are labeled with what looks to be permanent marker. All of them have a donor number (#1 or #2), as well as a "sample number" (#1, #2, and #3).
The baggies are pretty small, and I find myself wondering about the fully matured load I am supposed to catch. No way a large load will fit into these small baggies.
EAT, EAT, EAT, JOSH
I finish reading the instructions. I try to picture myself sitting Travis and Taylor down for a "thoughtful conversation" about, hmm, the quality of their spunk.
I wonder how they are going to respond. I am nervous about saying something that is going to offend them. Both have healthy self-esteem, as in, they are both super cocky. I fear that they are not going to be happy hearing that their donations may have been subpar.
Then again, if their donations have been less than perfect due to them wanking all day and giving me their quickies instead of fully matured loads, they may not take it all that personally.
I decide to bite the bullet and head downstairs. I don't see either one of them at the pool, or in the living room, so I head to where they spend most of their time: the workout room. Sure enough, the two of them are there, sweaty, shirtless, and looking swole from working out. I pop my head in to let them know I have something to talk to them about and ask them how much longer they have. Travis, spotting Taylor doing a bench press with an impossible amount of weight, answers without looking up.
"Hey there squirt, SIX, we are on our last set here, SEVEN, we can meet you EIGHT in two or three minutes. GIVE ME TWO MORE, GIVE ME ONE MORE. Well done!"
Travis is quite the personal trainer. He is super athletic and talented himself, and now that he is training his best friend, Taylor seems to be getting more muscular by the day. I indicate that I will be in the kitchen and go upstairs. Within a few minutes, they join me. Travis walks to the fridge to grab them a couple of waters, while Taylor busies himself with the blender, making two enormous protein shakes.
"What did you want to talk to us about little guy?" At least Taylor doesn't call me squirt. I take a deep breath.
"I received some test results today, and they are not showing positive outcomes yet."
Neither one of them says anything. I am not sure what I expected them to say anyway. I decide to keep going.
"The doctors at the lab sent me this pretty long message that talks about, hmm, all these different factors that influence Human Growth Hormone levels in semen. What they are saying is that there are ways to increase Human Growth Hormone levels per load, and also factors that can make it go down."
Both are listening attentively. Neither one of them makes any sound. I cannot make them feel like there is anything wrong with their spunk. That is not how we roll in this house. Travis and Taylor are as close to perfect as humanly possible. Bad dick juice is not going to be taken well. I continue.
"They are recommending that I do an experiment to find out how to get the highest amount of Human Growth Hormone in the donations I harvest from you."
I stop talking and wait. Neither one of them is jumping up, screaming, or throwing their enormous protein drink at me. So far so good.
Travis breaks the silence.
"What all is involved with this experiment?"
I am relieved there is not a suspicious undertone in his voice. Travis sounds genuinely curious.
I explain all the lessons learned from the Small No More emails. I discuss that Human Growth Hormone levels vary greatly throughout the day depending on the time of day and the number of cums per day. I mention some of the studies that the email mentioned.
Travis and Taylor nod attentively, as they are taking sips of their protein shakes. I inhale deeply, attempting to breathe in some courage for the last part of the presentation.
"So, there is this one other factor that plays a role. There is this thing that they call 'maturing.' What that basically refers to is how long you, you know, play with your dick before you cum. They have done all these studies that showed a pretty huge difference in people's Human Growth Hormone levels depending on how long they jacked off before cumming.
What they are saying is that when you just jack off and cum, like in less than ten minutes, your spunk doesn't have a ton of that Human Growth Hormone in it, compared to when you mature it, like jack off slowly, and for a long time, like twenty to thirty minutes. Then your cum has a ton of the hormone I need."
I finish talking and hold my breath. This is the part that I have been dreading because I feel like I am saying they have low-quality cum. I guess I don't know them all that well. They react without any kind of defensiveness.
Taylor goes first.
"Dude, that is a LOT to take in. Let me make sure I am following all of this. What I am hearing you say is that the amount of this hormone goes up and down in our jizz depending on the time of day, and also depending on how long we do the, what did you say that was called, warming up? Did I get that right?"
I nod yes.
"They call it 'maturing' instead of warming up, but yeah, you got the gist of it."
Travis chimes in.
"Dude. This is all new information to me, but I gotta say, it makes sense. I am not sure whether I understand exactly what they mean with the 'maturing' thing. Are you saying we should jack off for like thirty minutes just to produce one load? Are they saying we need to jack off extra slow or something?"
This is the question I have been the most nervous about. The Small No More materials talked about maturing strategies, especially for younger donors, who tend to be very quick cummers. They explained that most boys have masturbation "grooves" in their brains by age 14. These grooves allow them to reach orgasm in under five minutes.
The advice to those of us who end up with donors who are "quick cummers" is to follow their well-studied "Helping Hand Approach." The Helping Hand Approach is a strategy that has the Human Growth Hormone recipient (me) doing most, or even all of the maturing.
Because the hand of the recipient has a completely different feel than the donor's own hand, the donor will be able to avoid cumming for much longer periods of time. Once the optimal amount of maturing time has been achieved, the donor takes over, and should be able to cum rather quickly, having his own hand back on his dick.
I decide it's time to jump into the deep end of the pool.
"The Small No More team said that most Human Growth Hormone donors under the age of 21 have taught their hmmm, dicks, to cum pretty quickly. Like, most dudes our age cum in under five minutes. They recommend this method that they call the 'Helping Hand Approach.' Basically, what that means is that you guys would have someone who would do the hmm, the thirty minutes of maturing for you. Then, when you are ready to nut, you would grab your cock and make yourself cum."
One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four one thousand.
Neither one of them says anything. Both of them look kinda puzzled, and curious, and also kinda happy for some reason. I am sure we are all thinking the same thing. Who is going to be this mysterious Helping Hand person? My heart is beating so hard, it is going to break every single rib in my body.
I decide to break the uncomfortable silence.
"So yeah, what they are saying is that hmm, since I am gonna benefit from your donations, with having a chance to grow a few inches taller, they are saying that, you know, I could be your Helping Hand and do the maturing for you."
Taylor cocks his head slightly, like he is really thinking this through. Travis does kind of a nod. I cannot read their facial expressions; part of me feels like they are being super serious, and then there is something in their faces that makes it look like they could literally burst out in celebration or joy.
Travis speaks up.
"Ok squirt. I am going to level with you. This is the first time that I have ever had a dude offer to put his hand on my cock. And let me tell you something, I don't think there is any scenario possible where a dude wanting to touch my cock would ever have resulted in me saying fuck yeah bro, grab my tool bro.
However, you have made it really clear to us that this is not a gay thing, and it is not a sex thing, and that this is medical advice that you are getting from a reputable source. So, I am willing to give this a try, to help you achieve your goal to get a little taller than you are now."
Wow, I did not see that coming. I was convinced they were going to have objections. Layers of objections. Days of back and forth. Weeks of stalemate. I feel disoriented.
"So when do you wanna get this experiment done? Seems like sooner would be better than later for you."
Damn, Travis has a way of getting to the point.
"Hmm, since tomorrow is Saturday, maybe we can take care of it tomorrow?"
Both nod in agreement. Taylor speaks up.
"So just to make sure I am understanding. Tomorrow, we are gonna give you three loads. One when we first wake up. One in the afternoon, the one that has to be, what was it called again, 'fully nurtured' for 30 minutes? And then one right after that second one. Am I remembering all of this correctly?"
I nod.
"They call it 'matured,' but yeah, other than that, you summed it up correctly."
Taylor continues.
"So clearly, you have never hmm, 'matured' either one of us. Should we have a practice session today, so that we know what we are doing tomorrow? I mean, I am gonna level with you, I have never, ever in my life had a second of a fantasy of any type of dude grabbing my cock. I don't even know whether I am gonna stay hard."
I feel a surge of panic, and also, weirdly, a sense of gratitude. I cannot believe how seriously they are taking this. Still, I feel fearful after hearing him talk. What if they are not able to stay hard when I am giving them a hand job? They are both so fucking straight.
"I hadn't thought about doing that, but I guess that could make sense. What are you guys thinking?"
Travis speaks up.
"Taylor, you are being a good friend to little Josh. I think you are onto something. We should definitely have a practice session, to make sure that we can stay hard when we have a dude, instead of a hot chick, touching our meat."
Ugh. "Meat." The word makes me think I am auditioning for a porn movie.
"Joshie, why don't you and Taylor go up to the guest room so you two can, hmm, get to know each other a bit better?"
I hate the grin on his face as he says this, but I understand that this is a new and kinda crazy thing for all of us.
Travis goes on.
"Taylor, you can educate Joshie on how your dick works, and what you like, and Josh, you can talk to Taylor about setting healthy boundaries, so that none of this feels like we are having gay sex with each other."
I am so thankful that we agree that me jerking off two dudes back-to-back is not gay.
"Joshie, once you and Taylor get to a point of hmm, completion, you and I can have a practice session as well. This will ensure that we all feel prepared on test day tomorrow."
Taylor gets up before I respond to Travis. He starts walking towards the stairs but pauses and turns back around. He looks at Travis and me with a puzzled look on his face.
"Just to clarify something. Is the plan here to go, you know, full frontal with you massaging our tools and you know, staring them down while, you know, nurturing my cock?"
For some reason, "Maturing" is not sticking with Taylor. He continues.
"What I mean to say is that, you know, Tay Tay Junior here does not really get super hard with the thought of dudes jacking or admiring or drooling over him. He's more of a lady's man if you know what I mean. Should we be planning something to you know, keep certain private things private?"
As much as I want to respond to the ridiculous "Tay Tay Junior" thing, I understand his concern. In fact, I share it. We are all trying not to make this into a sexual thing, but the fact is that within minutes from now, my hands are going to be massaging two teenage dicks back-to-back.
I speak up immediately.
"The Small No More team mentioned this kind of concern. They recommend that we use some kind of a visual barrier, for example, you could have a sheet over your, hmmm, penis. I could mature you under the sheet."
The two of them consider this for a bit. After a short pause, Travis responds.
"I see where they are going with that advice, but I think a sheet would be impractical. It would simply get in the way, you would have to hold it up and stuff, and we would still have constant awkward eye contact."
I nod in agreement, in fact, I thought the same thing when I read this advice. Travis continues.
"I think I have a better idea. You know those 'toiletry pouches' my dad always brings home when he comes back from international travel?"
Uncle George flies international business class for his company all the time, and always takes home these so-called amenity kits they give him.
"They always have these little mini tubes of toothpaste, and lotion for your face, etc. Well, all of them have a sleeping mask as well. We can simply grab one of those for you to wear when you are maturing our loads."
While I feel a tad weird about being blindfolded, I think Travis has a good idea here. I am 100% uninterested in seeing their tools, it's crazy enough that I am going to milk, oops, I mean mature them.
I nod to Travis to express my agreement.
Taylor speaks up.
"Cool, I think we are all on the same page here. I am going to jump in the shower, meet me in the guest room in fifteen minutes."
Exactly fifteen minutes later, Taylor and I are getting set up in the guest room. We are in the process of choosing the perfect sleep mask from my uncle's extensive collection. Instead of picking just one, Taylor decides that we will use two. He has picked a smaller eye mask with United Airlines branding that fits me really well, and a second one from an airline I never heard of before, "Lufthansa." It is a larger sleep mask and fits on top of the first pair. The effect of the two sleeping masks placed on top of each other makes it truly impossible for me to see anything.
"Ok dude, are you ready?"
I nod. My heart is beating in my throat. I am extremely nervous about what we are getting ready to do. I hear Taylor getting on the bed. From the sounds of ruffling clothes, I assume he is taking off his shorts. I want to run away, but instead, I follow Taylor's instructions.
"Ok dude, go ahead and kneel down. You should be able to reach my cock from where you are."
Taylor explained to me earlier that while he is able to get off in any position humanly possible (because of course he is), he prefers to lie on his back when jacking off.
I kneel next to the bed, not sure what to do next. While this blindfold idea is brilliant in the sense that it helps make things feel less sexual and more clinical, it makes it a bit harder to get started. All I see is complete darkness. Both of my hands are on the side of the bed on top of the mattress. Does Taylor expect me to "go for it?" Does he want me to feel my way toward his junk?
Taylor puts an end to my questions by grabbing my right hand and guiding it to his cock.
"Ok dude, you can leave your left hand where it is now, that will give you some good support. Now follow my lead here with your right hand."
I feel him gently guiding my hand towards his cock, first forward and then downwards. It lands on what feels like a warm, large and soft object.
"Ok, cool, your hand is right on top of my junk right now. Go ahead, grab it and see whether you can make me hard."
I open my hand and grab Taylor's dick. I cannot believe how large it is. This feels nothing like my little prick. Instead of pinching my baby carrot between my thumb and index finger, I have to open my hand all the way so I can grab his cock. I cannot believe that this is him still being soft!
Taylor keeps his hand on top of mine. He gently closes my hand around the shaft of his cock and starts to move it up and down. I feel an immediate change, his dick starts to get hard from the moment I enclose my hand around it. After just a few gentle strokes, his dick is at what I assume to be full mast. My hand barely fits around it.
Taylor talks softly as his hand is guiding my hand into a steady rhythm.
"Yeah, that's right, you are getting the hang of it. Just keep going like that, you can squeeze a little bit harder. Yeah, that feels better."
I say a quick prayer, wishing for Taylor to stop talking. While I understand that he wants to give me feedback, the way he is talking to me makes me feel like I am in a porn movie. I really want this to feel more clinical, given that all I am attempting to do is harvest some desperately needed medicine.
Taylor stops talking for now. I settle into a bit of a rhythm. Taylor keeps his own hand close to mine, guiding both the speed and the location of my hand movement. He alternates between moving my hand up towards his cock head, and then after a stroke or ten there, gradually down towards the base of his enormous tool. After a while, I notice I am traveling up and down his cock without him needing to guide my hand.
My thoughts start to wander off. I wonder whether Taylor is imagining a specific girl right now massaging his tool. I briefly imagine myself in his spot, with a cock the size of his instead of mine. I immediately realize I made a mistake imagining this. My little cock jumps up inside my underwear and is instantly hard as a rock. I know that this is not because I am turned on by stroking Taylor. This is just my cocklet reacting to me imagining having a real cock like the one I am currently massaging.
While I feel funny having a boner while maturing Taylor, I also know that this is one of the few times to be thankful for the size of my tiny worm. With Taylor lying on his back, and me on my knees at the side of the bed, it's pretty unlikely that he would get a good look at my crotch. And even if he got a glimpse of it, I doubt that there would be anything poking out that would be visible to the naked eye.
I try to calm down my thoughts and focus on the job "at hand." Taylor is not talking as much as he was earlier. He occasionally says something like "yeah," or "that's good," but mostly, he is silent.
I know that I am doing a good job because his cock is rock hard. I wonder how long we have been going at it. The combination of the blindfold and my stress level are making it impossible for me to have any sense of time spent. My cocklet is rock-hard and I feel tiny drops of precum leaking from it into my underwear. I make a note to myself to wear briefs under my boxers the next session with Travis, just to be safe.
With Taylor being quieter, my thoughts go back to the insanity of the situation I am in. Here I am, milking my housemate's best friend. Many people would pay money to play with this stud's dick, yet I am doing it literally to make myself into a viable human being.
I feel Taylor's dick responding to my massaging. He is clearly having a good time. I think he really likes it when my hand is at the head of his cock. There have been several times when I heard him moan softly when my hand traveled up there.
I want to ask how things are going and whether there is a sense of getting closer to the finish line, but I decide not to. Taylor made it clear that for him to stay hard, he really needs to imagine that he is being serviced by a girl. Therefore, we agreed that I can give him feedback and ask questions after he cums, but not during the maturing process. He made me promise that the only reason for me to speak up mid-handjob is a true emergency, like experiencing a bad cramp or something similar.
I startle when I hear a female voice. For a split second, I fear that there is a woman or girl in the room, but then I realize where the sound is coming from. Taylor is watching porn on his phone while I am jacking him off.
I keep moving my hand up and down his fuck stick while non-consensually listening to the movie Taylor is enjoying. None of this was discussed or agreed to by me. I seriously consider speaking up to protest but realize that this is not the type of medical emergency we discussed. I cannot believe that he would do this. Surely, he realizes that these sounds are a huge turn-on for me. Blasting porn at full volume is NOT creating the clinical environment I thought we were all going for.
It sounds like he and I may be into the same kind of jack-off movies, because so far, it is 100% girl-on-girl, my go-to. The sounds are making my prick even harder than it already was, and I can feel a small stream of pre-cum leaking into my underwear. I am starting to get worried about having a visible wet spot in my shorts after my session with Taylor. I need to keep going with this practice session, making sure that I can get at least 20 minutes on the clock. Or did we say 30? And is he even keeping time?
The chicks in the movie are getting louder. One of them is clearly getting close to orgasming (actual, or fake, who knows, it's porn). I can tell that Taylor is getting more excited too. He has started to move his body up and down like he is starting to fuck his cock inside my hand, while I am still jacking him off as well. His breathing is getting heavier. I can tell he is getting sweaty by the slight whiffs of the smell of his body I get.
I notice that I am increasing the pace of my stroking. It's like I am instinctively sensing that he is thinking about finishing.
Taylor's breathing is getting deeper and louder and he is moaning audibly. Every ten or fifteen seconds, he speaks up softly, mostly "fuck yeah," or "yeah bitch." He is really into this movie; I can tell that he is super turned on and getting closer quickly.
Suddenly I feel his hand back on top of mine. He tightens his grip, which makes me grip his rock-hard cock harder, and then starts to move my hand up and down faster. I am frozen, not sure whether to speak up. I want to tell him to stop, as this was not what we agreed to, but at the same time, I feel hesitant interrupting his pleasure, knowing this is the first time we are practicing maturing, and thinking about how badly I need his load for my growth goals. I decide to go along this one time, I am sure we can set the "no cumming from my hand" boundary more clearly tomorrow.
Taylor is really panting and openly moaning now, drowning out the sound of the porn on his video, repeating "oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck." I am becoming more and more aware of the fact that this is getting my tiny dick excited as well. There is something about the sound of the women making each other cum in the porn, and then my stroking this large, thick tool that in a super weird way makes my little sausage leak and drip.
Taylor gets closer and closer. He is basically jacking himself off with my hand at this point. I feel a weird sense of jealousy. I want to be playing with my tiny nub. I need to have a cum of my own. I decide that as soon as Taylor finishes and before I switch to Travis, I am going to have a quick wank in my room.
Taylor is really into the movie, apparently talking to the screen as he gets closer and closer. He starts to get more and more animated, making it almost impossible for me to endure. I assume that the women in the movie are using a strap-on because his go-to right now is "Fuck yeah bitch, stroke this gorgeous cock bitch." I wish he would stop talking, while I know that most likely he is talking to his phone, and not to me, it is hard for me not to feel like he is not calling me a bitch.
Taylor's voice is getting louder as his strokes are getting faster. From his breathing pattern, I realize that he is going to make himself cum with my hand, which we specifically said we would not do. He moves my hand up and down his enormous tool, loudly screaming "Oh fuck, I'm cumming, oh fuck, I am cumming." I feel his cock pulse as it starts to shoot volleys of cum. I have no idea where any of them are landing, being blindfolded and all. I do know that Taylor is having a pretty great cum, at least by the sound of it.
After sensing at least eight pulsing volleys of cum leave his cock, Taylor gets quiet. He stops moving my hand up and down his shaft. I realize that I have no idea what to do now. We agreed that in order not to make this gay, I would not be able to see his cock, so as long as I don't hear him covering up, I don't feel like I can get up. After what feels like forever, I hear some rustling, and hear him speak up.
"Hey, Joshie. Rise and shine. Nothing to see here." I take both of the face masks off and squint at the light. Taylor is sitting on his bed. He has covered his junk with a small towel that well, covers his junk, not anything else. There is no cum on his body. I assume he wiped up his cum with the small towel that is covering his junk. I realize that we just wasted a perfectly matured load of Human Growth Hormone.
Taylor has a huge smile on his face. I guess at least one of us had a good time. He speaks up.
"Damn dude, I honestly didn't know whether I was gonna go through with this but you've got a talent for this. I mean, your hands are so small, it was super easy for me to make myself believe that a chick was handling my junk."
I cannot help but notice the irony. My tiny stature is making the handjob that is getting me the jizz that I need to get bigger better. I decide I don't have time to worry about this right now. I need to confront him with the whole cumming thing, that was not ok. I gather my courage, but just as I am about to speak up, Taylor continues talking.
"So, you must be wondering where my jizz went."
I was wondering about that.
Taylor turns to his side and grabs a plastic cup from his nightstand. I had not noticed it there. He tilts the cup towards me, revealing the biggest load that I have seen in my life. I cannot believe how much jizz there is in this cup.
"Look here Joshie, it looks like your science people are right about this maturing thing. You milked a big ole load out of my nuts, and I did not let it get to waste. Feel free to make a quick shake dude, you can put this high-quality jizz inside your belly before you and Travis go at it."
I immediately feel the excitement in my stomach that I felt the first time I received a load from them. It's weird how my mind does this. Here is a guy who just used me as a flashlight, used my hand to jizz, which we specifically agreed he would not do, but then he puts that cum in front of me, and all that seems to matter anymore is for me to get my fix asap. I feel used, but my need to grow is bigger than addressing the cumming issue.
I get up from the floor and take the cup from Taylor.
I think of something to say on the way out. The only thing I can come up with is to tell him thanks.
"Hey, thanks for catching this, I really appreciate it, and I am definitely going to consume it right away."
I don't say anything else. Nothing about the breaking of our agreement, or the porn watching, or the dirty talk. I have a highly matured load in hand, and I wanna get it inside my system as fast as possible.
Taylor responds as I open the door to leave.
"No worries, dude. I hope your practice session with Travis will go as well as ours did."