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Chapter 12 - Six-Sample-Saturday - Josh
Happy Six-Samples-in-Seven-Hours-Saturday everybody!!!
Today is the day. If all goes well, I will collect a total of six semen samples from my two donors. Hopefully, these samples will give needed information to the Small No More scientists who can then tell me whether or not my donors have enough Human Growth Hormone levels in their sperm to help me grow my tiny nub.
I'm awake at 5:00 AM and I have given up on going back to sleep. I had one of the most restless nights of my life. I have been waking up almost hourly and I have had the craziest dreams. At this point, pretty much every single dream I have features a huge dick of some kind.
Some of them are about me walking around through life with a real dick. These are happy dreams. I had one last night where I was in the school locker room, and I was taking a shower with all the boys in my class, and all of us had normal-sized soft dicks. It felt great to be naked, surrounded by other guys, and not have to worry about anyone looking at my junk.
I also had a dream about making out with this pretty girl in my class. Her name is Angie. In real life, she is taller than me and has never given me the time of day. In this dream, I am taller than her, she is obsessed with me, and, when we make out, she touches my crotch, and comments on my large bulge.
I am also dreaming about Travis and Taylor these days. While none of these dreams are sexual in nature, all of them relate to the current "job at hand."
Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night after having this crazy and graphic dream. In it, the three of us are seated on the couch, I am in the middle, and I am maturing both of them at the same time. In this dream, I am not wearing the blindfold that I thankfully wore yesterday. In fact, throughout the entire dream, Travis and Taylor are encouraging me to look at their tools for as long as I like. They both keep asking me which one is the better-looking dick out of the two on display. At some point, one of them asks which one feels better inside my hand to mature, and who is the better shooter. The dream ends when both start shooting buckets full of jizz all over the couch, themselves, and me. I woke up feeling like I was covered in cum and was relieved to realize that it was me simply being sweaty.
While some of my dreams have been pleasant, waking up from them is never fun. I always wake up with my little appendage boning like crazy. When I move my hands down to grab it, I am reminded of the sad reality that it's still barely three inches. A painful reminder, especially after a dream where you are packing a beautiful six-inch tool!
I know that these dreams are just my subconscious trying to make sense of the weird turn of events that has taken place in my life. Still, they feel extremely real when I have them, and landing back in three-inch- reality is a literal letdown.
I decide to have a quick wank before I get up. I have a feeling that today will be intense, and a quick stress-relieving mini-willy-wank will help me face the day. I turn to my trusted box of tissues, grab a couple of them and take care of business. My tiny nub responds quickly to my pinch-gripped affections. It is disorienting to go from milking Travis and Taylor, who both have dicks my hand barely fits around, to getting myself off, needing literally just an index finger and my thumb to create the needed friction. I think of Angie making out with me and moving her hand over my dick. My new one obviously. She holds it and massages it. She looks up at me while making out, and makes a guttural sound, like she is saying, dang, you are packing a nice tool down there. About two minutes after I grab a tissue, I blow my little load, and another minute later, I am in the shower getting ready for a long day of cum-harvesting.
When I get downstairs, I don't hear or see either of my donors. This is not necessarily a bad sign. Last night, we spoke in detail about the Small No More "Three Samples in Seven Hours Test" protocol. The first load is harvested within fifteen minutes of waking up. There is no extended maturing required for the morning load. Taylor decided to spend the night in one of the guest rooms. This allows him to take care of donation number one here without having to transport the harvested cum from his home to our place. I am sure that the two of them are sleeping comfortably; I cannot think of a reason why they would be as nervous as I am.
Around 8:30 I hear footsteps on the stairs.
Travis and Taylor enter the kitchen. They are both dressed in just shorts. These guys do not wear upper body clothing ever when here. Either one of them could model for any kind of teenage working-out magazine. They are incredibly muscled and fit.
They look wide awake and look rather proud of themselves. By the looks of the small plastic cups in their hands, it appears that they stuck to the Small No More protocol.
Travis speaks first.
"Hey there, my man Josh. Taylor and I both woke up around the same time and we took care of the morning deposit as requested. We definitely made the requirement that deposit number one is made within fifteen minutes of waking up."
Taylor jumps in.
"For sure dude, I woke up with mad morning wood, dude, I harvested right away, before I even took my morning piss."
I profusely thank the two of them.
"Awesome, thanks for sticking with the early morning part of the plan guys. I have the baggies here; I am going to save both of your donations right away."
Per the instructions provided by Small No More, I deposit a teaspoon of each of their donations into the appropriate zip lock baggies. I obviously assigned Travis donor number one, as he was the original donor.
I take the rest of their loads and quickly mix them into a protein shake. I don't love doing this in front of them. There is still something a bit uncomfortable about it. As much as the three of us have kept this clinical, and not sexual, it's still weird to be gulping down their jizz, especially when they are standing right there.
I push through my discomfort and quickly fix my breakfast shake. Taylor and Travis watch me drink every drop of it, their faces looking happy and excited on my behalf.
After I finish my shake, the conversation switches to the logistics around donations two and three later today. The Small No More protocol states that the fully matured loads must be harvested at least five hours past the morning donation. Additionally, they must be matured for at least thirty minutes.
When we start discussing the logistics for donation number two, Taylor notifies me that they have a surprise for me. The two of them chatted last night, and they decided that each one of them will be available for a full sixty minutes of maturing instead of "only" thirty minutes. I cannot believe my ears. As desperate as I am for their Human Growth Hormone, I cannot imagine spending two full hours slowly stroking the two of them to back-to-back orgasms.
I consider protesting this idea but decide against it. I know that I am extremely lucky that these two cum-filled straight dudes are willing to spend all this time maturing their sperm for me. While two hours of wanking them is obviously total torture for me, it shows me that they are taking this Small No More experiment as seriously as I am. Instead of protesting, I simply thank them for participating in the Six Samples Test.
Travis notifies me that he will go first this time. Since he produced his first load of the day right around 9:00 AM, we agree to meet in his room at 2:00 PM sharp. Taylor indicates he will be ready for action at 3:00 PM.
I go to my room and realize that I cannot sit here for five hours. I am extremely nervous about the rest of the day and sitting here is going to make me lose my mind. I quickly get dressed and get on my way to the gym. When I have this much anxiety, the only cure that works for me is rock climbing.
Ten minutes later I am in the gym, scaling the walls. It feels great. I feel good about my body when I am here. I don't have all the bulk that Travis and Taylor are putting on, but I have core, legs, and arm strength. I scale the two most difficult walls faster than anyone else present, and I notice several people tracking my progress with obvious admiration. I end up climbing for almost two hours; it's like the nerves I am feeling inside me are making me scale this wall like I am some kind of machine.
I feel less anxious when I get back to the house. I decide I have time for a nap, so I set my alarm and spend the next two hours sleeping peacefully.
I arrive at Travis' room at 2:00 PM sharp. Travis appears freshly showered. All he is wearing is the towel he apparently just used to dry himself off. I cannot help but check out his muscled bod. This dude is massive. The amount of muscle he has on him is insane, and he has almost no body fat whatsoever. Travis is looking in the mirror, spiking up his hair, which strikes me as a somewhat unnecessary thing to do right before a wank session. I guess he wants his loads to be matured with his hair done right. No need for me to judge this, as I am thankful he is my donor.
Without looking away from the mirror, he directs me to get into position.
"Hey dude, go ahead and get under the desk and put your blindfold on. I will be there in just a sec."
I go ahead and get down on the floor and scoot backward under the desk. I'm unable to get all the way back. One of Travis' sports bags has somehow ended up under his desk. This prevents me from scooting all the way back against the wall.
I think about saying something to Travis but decide not to. He clearly indicated he wanted me in position with the face masks on. I don't want to annoy him by bringing up this bag being in the way. Not being all the way under the desk won't hinder the job at hand. I nestle in, my butt firmly pushed against the sports bag.
Travis walks into the room just when I am about to put the face masks on. To my surprise, he has a polo shirt in his hand. He quickly puts it on, creating a rather bizarre look. Polo on top, bath towel on the bottom. Not a common look I have to say.
This is also different from yesterday's practice session, where he made a point of being shirtless due to the potential of flying jizz getting on his clothing. Why would he want to wear a polo during today's sixty- minute session?
Travis directs me to put the face masks on.
"Go ahead and put on your eye protection dude. I am ready to get started."
I quickly put both the small and large face masks on, which take away my Travis speaks up again.
"So here is my plan for today's session. As you know, my dad is on this ongoing business trip, and he won't be back home until two or three weeks from today. He told me he wanted to do a video call with me today to check in with me. I realized this was a perfect opportunity for multi- tasking. You are gonna stroke me nice and slow while I chat with my dad. I am planning to talk to him for fifteen, maybe thirty minutes at most, so this could get us almost halfway to our sixty-minute goal."
NO WAY!
I cannot believe that Travis would come up with a plan this insane. I am not milking his cock while he is video chatting with his dad. Not happening. I guess this is the moment I finally have to stand up for myself. Actually, there have been moments I probably should have spoken up earlier than this, but still, I cannot let this happen.
I take a deep breath. Right when I am about to speak up, Travis speaks again.
"Ok dude, I am taking the towel off, so no cheating around the blindfold from now on. Go ahead and start stroking dude, oh, and make sure that you are super quiet down there. We obviously don't want my dad to hear any weird sounds coming from my crotch area."
I am speechless. I don't want to do this. Travis cannot be serious. How on earth would anyone do this to themselves, much less to a parent?
I take a deep breath, determined to speak up for myself, and weirdly, for Uncle Steve as well. I realize I am too late when I hear Uncle Steve's voice.
"Hey there son. Looks like you just got out of the shower. Did you have a good workout this morning?"
I notice Travis tapping my shoulder as he responds to his dad. He's dead serious about this. He wants my hand on his cock right now.
"Hey, dad. Yep, Taylor stayed the night and he and I hit it hard this morning."
I raise my hand up slowly to where I think Travis's crotch is. When I get close, I feel his hand on mine and he quickly and decisively guides my hand to his cock. Despite his dad being on a screen a few inches away from his face, Travis is already half-hard.
I grab the dick I massaged in this same position yesterday and stroke it a few times. It responds immediately and gets rock-hard.
Above me, Uncle Steve and Travis are chatting happily. After discussing the home gym workouts, they have switched to school sports. Travis is proudly explaining how their baseball team has gone undefeated all season.
"Dad, when you are home again, you need to meet these two new teammates of ours. They just moved here from Sweden. Taylor and I call them our identical twins, which is funny because they look a lot like us body- wise, but they are super blond and pale."
I notice that Travis is getting animated as he is talking to his dad about the baseball team's success. Yesterday, during our practice session, he was sitting perfectly still. Today, he is moving around more in his seat. I assume he is gesturing with his hands as he reports on all the wins and strike-outs he is responsible for as the team's star pitcher.
While I am able to keep stroking his enormous dick, it is making the maturing job harder. He is moving back and forth and left to right. I am forced to adjust my arm position constantly to make sure my hand stays on his cock. I make a note to talk to him afterward, since he really needs to try to be more still when we are maturing.
The other thing I notice is that it was probably not the best idea for me to do two hours of rock climbing. The position I am in forces me to reach my hands up, which would be tiring for my shoulder muscles on a normal day. The fact that I climbed for two hours earlier is causing feelings of fatigue and cramping, even though we are barely ten minutes in.
The conversation switches from baseball to the trip that Uncle Steve is completing. Travis comments on the background of his dad's video, which prompts Uncle Steve to offer him a virtual tour of the hotel room. I am kinda glad when I hear this switch in topic, as I assume this will make him sit more still.
My feelings of joy are short-lived.
As soon as Uncle Steve starts the tour through his room, Travis moves his chair all the way forward. I am sure he does this to be closer to his computer monitor, but it has a terrible side effect. The head of his dick ends up literally in my face. Specifically, it is right in front of my mouth.
I obviously wanna say something about this, but I know speaking up is impossible right now with them being on the call. I consider tapping Travis on his leg but decide against that as well. I am scared that I will distract him and that Uncle Steve will notice that something is up.
I keep stroking.
Travis is oohing and awing; the room is apparently large and impressive. Uncle Steve explains that as a frequent traveler, he was upgraded to the "Presidential Suite." I hear him explain that the suite includes a living room and a dining area and there's even a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom.
While I am happy for Uncle Steve being in such a comfortable room, I am extremely unhappy with the effect this tour has on his son. Travis is really into the tour. When they get to the jacuzzi, he tells his dad to freeze the frame for a moment.
"Dad, hold it still there. Let me see this bathroom but a little slower this time."
Uncle Steve is chuckling at his son.
"Son, if you lean in anymore, you are going to bump your head into your monitor. I am glad you are liking this tour though."
I am not.
Travis is leaning forward to get a better view of whatever his dad is pointing his phone at. As a result, the head of his dick is now pressed against my lips.
This is not what we agreed to. My hands on your cock, yes, that is within the Small No More guidelines. My mouth touching your cock? That is unacceptable.
I manage to turn my head slightly to the side. Travis' cockhead slides over my lips to the side of my face. I breathe a sigh of relief but clearly celebrate too soon. Within seconds, Travis shifts his body a bit, and his cock brushes past my lips a second time.
I cannot believe he doesn't notice what is happening down here. Apparently, he is so engrossed in this hotel room tour that he is literally not noticing that his dickhead is making contact with the mouth of another human being.
I continue stroking him, considering my options. I cannot shift my body, as I am wedged firmly in between his massive legs. Scooting backward is impossible due to the sports bag. Turning my head side to side helps for a few seconds, but inevitably, he moves and wiggles his way back to my lips.
Travis is clearly excited to be connecting with his dad and he has a real physical way of expressing his excitement.
I decide to continue the stroking, hoping that the tour of the hotel room will end soon. For the second time today, my optimism goes unrewarded.
While I am correct in hoping the tour of the hotel suite is ending soon, things do not get better for me. The conversation goes on and moves from the tour of the room to Uncle Steve's meetings (those are going great), his expected return home (in a couple of weeks), and then back to Travis (school is great, everything at the house is great, life is great in general).
No matter what the topic of conversation is, Travis is unable to sit still. As a result, the head of his dick is on my lips and cheeks constantly. Several times, it comes to rest in front of my mouth, causing me to keep my lips pursed tightly.
Travis is chatting away, seeming genuinely excited to be talking to his dad. I wonder whether they haven't spoken in a while. I have never seen him this animated while talking to his father.
As I focus on stroking Travis, as well as keeping his dick away from my face, I notice the conversation turning to me. Uncle Steve asks Travis how things are going with the live-in situation. Travis responds that things are good. He reports that I seem happy, mostly stay to myself and that he and I get along fine.
Uncle Steve is clearly pleased to hear all this. His next question catches me by surprise.
"Travis, tell me this, is Joshua (Uncle Steve and my dad are literally the only two people on earth who call me by my legal name) still walking around in those awful baggy clothes he wore constantly when he moved in?"
My stroking pauses, and I feel my mouth open due to my utter surprise. I hear myself making a soft but audible gasp sound, and I pray it wasn't loud enough for Uncle Steve or for Travis to hear. I am mortified to hear Uncle Steve diss my skater vibe.
As Travis answers his dad's question, he unconsciously shifts his body forward, and the next thing I know, I feel the head of his cock pop inside the front part of my mouth. I freeze, unsure of what to do. I cannot believe I opened my mouth with his dick right there in front of it. My surprised gasp caused me to drop the guard I had had in place with my tightly pursed lips.
Travis seems completely oblivious. He answers (truthfully) that I am still walking around in the same baggy stuff that I wore when I moved in. To my surprise, he comments to his dad about my body.
"Dad, Josh doesn't work out like Taylor and I do, so he doesn't have muscle like us, but he has a tight bod due to all that rock climbing and skating, and you're right, he should stop hiding it with those baggy clothes."
I try to use my tongue to push his cock back out while processing this unexpected compliment on my physique. My poor tongue is not strong enough to push this invader back outside. Every time I curl it in the back of my mouth and try to push, it ends up slipping to the side, causing me to basically lick the head of his dick, instead of pushing it out where it belongs.
I am thankful that only the head popped in. Travis has a very large dick, and if the whole thing had gotten in, I would have been gagging loudly, and Uncle Steve would have noticed something was up.
I hear Uncle Steve reply as I deploy a different strategy. Instead of using my tongue to force out this enormous slab of meat, I try turning my head from side to side to pop out the unwanted visitor. The turning strategy does not help at all. The only effect it has is that I feel Travis' dickhead move inside my mouth, touching the insides of my cheeks as I am silently turning my head from side to side. I try again to move my head back, but the combination of the large bag behind me and Travis having pulled his chair so close to the desk leaves me completely stuck where I am.
I hear Uncle Steve mention my name again.
"Travis, would you consider getting Joshua some more appropriate clothing? Don't go overboard, just get him some outfits that are a bit classier than those baggy skater outfits. Don't make a big deal out of it, just tell him that I asked you to do this."
I momentarily stop stroking. I think it's kinda nice of Uncle Steve in a way to do this, but I am also kinda hurt that he wouldn't just talk to me about this.
My lack of stroking causes Travis to subconsciously shift his body again. I feel his cock slide in and where I initially just had the head of it inside my mouth, I now feel two inches of his dick lodged firmly inside my mouth. I sense drool forming in one of the corners of my mouth. When I woke up this morning, I did NOT think I was going to end up in this situation.
I decide that my best chance to make it through this moment is to freeze and to make sure that I don't accidentally bite down on his enormous sausage. I hope that the call will end soon.
I resume stroking the base of the large penis that is now partially inside my mouth. I move very slowly. When my hands move from my face to his stomach, I try to both stroke his cock, and push his body back a bit. It's not working; he is not moving an inch.
I am extremely thankful to hear Travis and Uncle Steve wrapping up. Surely Travis will notice the error of his ways once he is off this call. I am confident that this "dick move" happened by accident. I remind myself that in the grand scheme of things, today's goal is to harvest three Travis and three Taylor loads apiece.
I am in luck, because for whatever reason, as the two of them finish the call, Travis moves the chair back a bit, and his dick slides out of my mouth. I am extremely relieved and resume stroking enthusiastically, happy to know that this episode is coming to an end. I look forward to a change of position as well, as my arms are beginning to scream at me.
Travis hangs up the call. I assume he will do a brief check-in with me. I haven't decided exactly how I am going to talk to him about the incident. I don't think he noticed what happened, given that he was completely immersed in the call with his dad.
Travis speaks up, but my needs are not the focus.
"Hey, Josh. It looks like you are pretty comfortable down there. I need to make one more quick call to check on these two guys that have joined our baseball team. Just keep doing what you're doing. Like I said last time, you clearly have a talent for this, and your hands feel great dude, just keep quiet like you have been doing so Jacob and Jasper don't hear anything they don't need to know about."
Wow. Travis can read my mind. He knows that I am comfortable without even needing to ask me. Also, he compliments me for doing a great job with my hands. Not a single mention of parking the head of his dong inside my mouth.
I consider speaking up to advocate for my needs, but before I can gather my thoughts, I hear a ringing sound and realize he is already placing the second video call.
His call gets answered quickly and Travis enthusiastically greets the respondent.
"My man Jacob! Dude, you are looking swole today. Are you and Jasper working out at the moment?"
Jacob responds. He speaks fluent English, though with a heavy Swedish accent.
"Yes, we are, we are almost finished actually, look, Jasper is doing his last set."
Apparently, Jacob moves the phone around so that Travis can see his twin brother doing whatever he is doing. Instantly, we are back to where we were on the first call. Travis is unable to sit still when he gets on these calls. He adjusts in his seat, which puts his cock right back in front of my mouth.
I cannot believe how this guy's attention span works. You would think that he would notice something like this.
"Looking good there, dude. Hey, if you keep working hard, maybe your chest will one day look like this!"
It is clear from the rustling above that Travis is taking off his shirt to show off his massive chest. The posing is causing him to shift from side to side, which causes his cockhead to brush past my lips again.
The conversation shifts to the upcoming match and Travis calms down in his seat for a minute. His dickhead is resting against my lips. I notice a new sensation. There is a tiny amount of wetness that is hitting my lips. I realize that Travis is producing precum from this long maturation session, and a quickly growing drop of it is finding a comfortable home on my lips.
I quickly review my options. Option one is to do nothing. I might be able to make myself believe there is nothing there.
Option two is to try to use one of my hands to wipe it off my lips. If I can get it off my lips onto my hands, I am sure I can quickly wipe it onto my clothing. While smearing cum, or technically precum onto my clothing is not ideal, I think I prefer it over my lips.
As I debate the two options in my head, I think back to one of the earlier messages from Small No More. In it, they discussed Human Growth Hormone levels in pre-cum. It said that while there is less Human Growth Hormone in precum than in regular cum, there still can be a benefit in harvesting and consuming it. As terrified as I am by the thought of doing this, I notice a strong, almost animalistic desire to consume the drop that is making its presence known so persistently.
The more I think about that message, the more I realize I don't really have a choice. My body literally needs all the Human Growth Hormone it can get. The only chance for me to grow a visible penis is to consume this substance.
I take a deep breath, count to three to give myself courage, quickly open my mouth, and lick the small drop of precum off my lips.
The first thing I notice is that precum, or at least Travis' precum, tastes extremely neutral. Maybe slightly salty, that's pretty much it.
The second thing I notice is that with Travis' cock positioned literally on my lips, I end up licking the head of his cock as a side effect of licking my own lips. Travis keeps talking to Jacob seemingly uninterrupted, which makes me think he is not noticing the contact my tongue makes with his dick head. His dick definitely notices. It makes a small but noticeable jump when my tongue makes contact, almost like a tiny spasm.
I go back to stroking. I try to tune out Travis and Jacob. They are going on and on about all things baseball, team dynamics, and who is most popular with their coach. While I don't play on their team, I am pretty sure all four of them are beloved by their coach, because they are the backbone of this team. Travis is, of course, the team's lead pitcher, and he has won several statewide awards related to his throwing arm. Taylor plays first base, and his ability to catch even the worst throws from his teammates makes him the main reason that opposing teams have a very hard time getting people on first base when they are playing our team.
Jasper and Jacob just joined the team this year when they moved here. While baseball is not very big in Sweden, they went to some kind of prep school for four years, and that's all they played there. While the two of them are fairly solid in their defensive skills, which they have shown off on third base and shortstop, it's their ability to hit that has gotten them so popular with our fans. Jacob and Jasper crank out home runs like no one else (including Taylor and Travis!). They both average more than one per match, which is about three times what the next player averages.
Travis moves around less during their baseball chats. There are a few times where they discuss some vivid recollection of a specific play one of them made that cause him to move his body side to side, resulting in his dick brushing past my lips and caressing my cheeks. It makes it harder for me to stroke him when he does this.
His dick mostly rests on top of my lips. At some point, Jacob is recalling one of his many home runs, and I notice another large drop of precum on Travis' dick head. I don't hesitate this time. Knowing from the first drop I consumed, precum does not present a terrible taste situation, so I quickly lap up the large drop. Travis again does not respond, other than his dick noticeably jumping when my tongue touches it.
The conversation above me turns to the topic of girls and sex, or, to put that more accurately, the lack of sex the brothers are experiencing with the girls in our town. Apparently, Jacob and Jasper are not all that pleased with the situation here as compared to back home.
One of them, I am guessing Jasper, asks Travis a question.
"Dude, what is this stupid purity pledge thing about? Don't people here know that sex is natural and also that it's great to try out some different partners before getting married? Are we living in the middle- ages here with this religious bullshit?"
Travis responds from the heart.
"Dude, trust me, Taylor and I have the same problem in this stupid fucking town. All these girls have given in to peer pressure and they don't wanna be the one that is going to be labeled the slut, you know? I know several that want it badly, but they are not giving in to temptation, because they know that word will get around since this town is so small."
Jacob or Jasper responds.
"Dude, how are you dealing with this? My dick is so unhappy here. I told Jasper the other day that I need sex so badly, I would pay for it, just to get a fucking blow job."
Jacob sounds funny when he cusses, he pronounces the word "fucking" in an interesting way; there is something different to the way he and his brother pronounce the "k" sound that makes the word sound exotic.
Travis responds.
"Dude, I know how you feel. Taylor and I have gone up north a couple of times to this college town up there; lots of pussy there dude, and the party scene there is pretty wild, so lots of available pussy there on a Saturday night. We can plan a trip there together if you want to."
Jacob responds, but not with a lot of enthusiasm.
"Dude, that would be better than nothing, but I need to get sucked more than once a month. I appreciate the advice though. If you or Taylor get any new ideas, let us know man, we are dying here. And dude, I was 100% serious when I said earlier that I would gladly pay for it."
I cannot believe that the four hottest guys in our high school are not getting laid. This town really is under a spell with all the purity stuff. I wonder whether Jacob is going to find someone who will give him a blowjob for money, and I wonder how much it would cost him to buy one.
Travis is moving in his seat again as he did earlier, slapping his dick on my cheek, and repeatedly brushing it past my lips. I have pretty much gotten used to it at this point, and while it's not ideal, it's something I decide I need to tolerate just for this session. I do not want to mess up the needed Human Growth Hormone collection, especially since we've already been maturing for such a long time. I wonder how far into the sixty minutes we are; I assume we are at least forty-five minutes in.
Travis is ending his call, and I am relieved. In addition to Travis' cock touching my lips all the time, I have somewhat of a new concern. I am starting to worry about my hands and arms holding up. My two-hour climbing escape was truly what I needed at that moment, but I didn't think ahead to the two hours of maturing I would be doing afterward. While I didn't really have issues the first thirty minutes or so, I am starting to feel fatigue and even a bit of cramping in my hands and arms. I switch from my right to my left hand and place my right hand on the floor for some needed rest, hoping that Travis is near orgasm. I will need to drink some electrolytes before I start with Taylor.
Travis ends his call with Jacob. I continue stroking at the same steady rhythm I have been maintaining for what feels like at least forty-five minutes. I expect some kind of change of venue, but Travis doesn't say or do anything, so I decide to be patient and continue stroking. I switch hands again, noticing a bit of cramping in the muscles of my left hand and forearm. I try to gently stretch my left arm as I resume the steady rhythm with my right.
Travis notices my discomfort. He speaks up.
"Ok, Joshie, it looks like you are getting a bit tired. I have to say, you have been a damn champ dude. It's been fifty minutes already, and you have been making love to Travis Junior here like a pro dude!"
I am a pro at load-maturing. This will look incredible on my resume.
"Let's switch to a position where I can do a bit more of the work for our final ten minutes. Let's get you on the bed but on your back this time. I thought of a way I can finish pretty quickly and get you the fully matured sample as promised."
Travis pushes his chair back and for the first time in fifty minutes, I am not holding his cock. He instructs me to crawl to the bed and get on my back. As soon as I lie down, I feel Travis getting on the bed as well. From the movement of the mattress, it feels like he is straddling me.
"Ok, give me your hands, I am going to put a bit of lotion on them, go ahead and rub your hands so that the lotion spreads out nicely."
Travis puts a large amount of lotion on my right hand. I quickly rub my hands together so that the lotion spreads instead of spills. I hear him squirt more lotion out. I assume he is putting it on his dick.
"Ok squirt, now find my cock here, yep, you found it already, hard to miss I guess, ha! Now put both your hands around it like this, so you make a little tunnel for my cock to travel through."
Travis guides my hands around his cock. I realize that he is indeed straddling me, and he is facing me. His dick is basically right above my chest. I again feel thankful for having the blindfold on. This is plenty awkward right now even without the visual of his enormous tool hovering over my face.
"Perfect, now all you need to do is to keep your hands right here and let me do the work. Just focus on keeping that perfect gentle tunnel grip."
Travis starts to slowly move his body back and forth. Instead of me stroking him, he now uses my hands to get the same stimulation. He moves very carefully, making sure that he gets the full benefit of the lotioned-up love tunnel he has created.
I am kinda thankful and also feel kinda weird about this position. I cannot help but notice that his dick is aimed right at my face. I hope he grabbed the collection cup, otherwise I am going to end up with a bunch of splooge splattered all over me.
A few minutes in, Travis stops moving for just a second and addresses me.
"Hey dude, this feels great, I am gonna need a bit of, you know, dirty talk so I can get myself to the finish line. I kinda need to be able to imagine I am inside, you know, a hot girl instead of, well, your hands."
This is understandable and reasonable. I am not sure whether he wants me to respond, or just silently agree. Apparently the second one. He resumes rocking back and forth, and he is off to the races with the dirty talk. And with off to the races, I mean he is zero to sixty.
"Yeah baby, let me fuck this tight pussy nice and slow. Fuck yeah, your pussy feels amazing baby. Do you like me fucking you baby girl?"
Ugh, this is not a good idea. Asking questions and addressing my poor hands as if they were a vagina is objectively terrible. Travis is enjoying himself though, long dicking my hands, picking up a bit more pace, and talking up a storm.
"Oh, baby girl, damn you feel so fine. I love being inside you baby girl. Your pussy feels so good baby. Tighten your pussy for me baby, squeeze my cock, come on baby girl, make me feel as good as I know you are feeling right now with this big cock inside you."
Travis is moving his cock faster and with more thrust. I realize that this position is not nearly as great for me as I hoped it would be. While my hands are doing ok, holding his dick in this perfect little love tunnel he came up with has my shoulders and arms quickly giving out. I am unable to keep my hands up as high as where we started. As I sense my hands lowering, I worry that his cock head is going to be back in the vicinity of my mouth again.
Travis is getting louder as he is building up to his orgasm.
"Come on baby, squeeze your pussy baby, come on baby girl."
While I am clearly not his baby girl, or, to be more specific, his baby girl's pussy, I decide it is in my interest to go along with his narrative. I just need to get him off at this point.
I carefully squeeze my hands together a bit, making the little fuck tunnel a tiny bit tighter. Travis responds immediately.
"Fuck yea baby, that's what I am talking about, fuck yeah, squeeze that pussy on my cock baby, nice and tight baby."
The weight of his body is bearing down on my hands and I sense my shoulders failing me. I feel my hands getting closer to my face, which can only mean that Travis' cockhead is moving back in the direction it has spent most of its time today.
Sure enough, the next thing I feel is Travis's cockhead back on my lips. It feels different now than it did when I was under the desk due to the large amount of lotion that is on it. I keep my mouth closed, hoping that we are close to the finish.
I decide to move my hands slightly off to the side, hoping that I can guide Travis's dickhead to the side of my face instead of my mouth. Travis responds as soon as I move my hands.
"Yeah baby, you feel so great, squeeze your pussy walls for me baby."
He enthusiastically moves against the pressure of my hands, commenting loudly.
"Fuck yeah girl, this feels fucking great, dang, your pussy is tight girl."
The pressure he is putting on my hands is preventing me from parking his cock away from my mouth. I feel the head of his snake on the left side of my mouth now instead of on my cheek.
Despite keeping my mouth closed, I realize that his cock is starting to enter the side of my mouth easily. Even though my mouth is closed, it is finding a comfortable home wedged between my gums and the inside of my cheek. The back-and-forth movement is giving my gums a massage of sorts.
"Aww baby, your pussy feels so good, it's so nice and warm and wet, fuck baby, you are getting me so close baby."
I am amazed at the fact that in some ways, he seems to register the sensation of wetness and warmth, yet he is not realizing he is making a completely unauthorized visit inside my mouth.
I am relieved to hear him say he is getting closer; I hope he remembers to use the cup we brought from the kitchen to harvest his load.
Travis is thrusting hard. My left hand is resting on my face at this point. My right hand is above it, absorbing pressure from Travis's body weight. My two-handed love tunnel is giving his dick a perfect path into my mouth. It has found a nice warm home in the space between my cheek and gums. I feel the back of my cheek stretch a bit at every thrust.
Travis is speeding up and getting louder. I am no longer his baby girl.
"Come on bitch, milk this cock. Come bitch, tighten up your pussy and squeeze this load out of me."
I rhythmically move my hands in response. Squeeze tight, relax, squeeze tight, relax. I am unsure how close the sensation is to a real pussy, but it is clearly doing the trick for Travis.
"Fuck yeah bitch, I am cumming bitch. Take this fucking load!"
I panic, convinced that Travis is about to blow his entire load into my mouth. Surprisingly, I feel him pull his dick out of my mouth as soon as I sense his dick convulsing.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
Travis is spasming and convulsing and clearly having one of the best cums of his life. I feel him pull his cock out of my hands. I am hopeful that he does this because he remembered to grab the cup to catch his load.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Travis is cumming loudly. The entire bed is shaking due to his body spasming with pleasure. Out of nowhere, I register a warm and wet sensation on my right cheek. There is no doubt that Travis just spilled some of his jizz onto me instead of getting it in the cup. I am immediately worried that he blew his entire load on the bed. I wait nervously.
Travis comes down from his explosive orgasm quickly. He speaks up, not as out of breath as I expected him to be.
"Damn dude, you got me off good, you fucking know what you are doing."
What a weird thing to say. I was just lying on my back with my hands around your cock.
"I've got you a nice cup of jizz here dude. I got a bit of it on my hands, and I got one big squirt on your face. Let me scoop it up for you."
I feel his hand on my face, scooping up the one rope of cum that missed the cup. I assume Travis is transferring the jizz into the cup but I am wrong.
Travis speaks up.
"Hmm, I just realized, I don't think we should add this to the cup, cuz this is the one they are gonna test at the lab, and since this has been on your skin, it could be contaminated."
I hadn't thought about this, but I think he is right to be concerned. I open my mouth to express my agreement. Travis talks before I find my voice.
"Well, no need to waste it, here you go dude, got you a bit of healing potion right here."
To my absolute amazement, Travis puts two of his fingers inside my mouth, transferring his jizz to my tongue. I respond instinctively, close my mouth around his fingers. I use my tongue to quickly lap his fingers clean.
I am stunned by my own behavior. It's like a reflex. No part of my rational brain made the decision to lick a big glob of jizz off of him.
"Tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"
Ugh, this is unnecessary.
Weirdly, it doesn't taste bad at all. It tastes kinda neutral actually. Slightly salty, but not a real strong flavor.
"I've got one more drop for you dude."
I open my mouth. I am on auto-pilot here, or in some kind of trance. I sense Travis leaning forwards.
"Ok dude, keep your mouth wide open, I have a huge drop here that we don't wanna waste."
I feel Travis leaning forwards and realize he is about to squeeze the last rope of cum out of his dick, immediately into my mouth. This is not cool, and completely unnecessary, since he can easily add this to the cup.
I want to protest but am at a total loss for words. I could not have predicted this turn of events in my wildest dreams.
I hesitate too long. Travis speaks up, apparently ready for me to receive his final bit of jizz.
"Ok dude, stick your tongue out just a bit, here it comes."
I obey, and immediately feel his cock make contact with my tongue. I sense a large rope of cum on my tongue.
"Cool, you got almost all of it dude, just lick this last piece off."
He moves his dick slightly, apparently to get my tongue on the part of his dick that has the last drop of his massive orgasm.
I do as requested. My tongue finds the drop of jizz, and I lap it up and swallow immediately.
I feel weird. Part of me feels kinda violated due to enduring all these actions that I never even agreed to. At the same time, I am also feeling a weird sensation of pride and accomplishment. I somehow managed to harvest a load from a 100% straight dude.
Travis gets up from the straddling position.
"Ok dude, I am putting the cup on the nightstand. I am jumping into the shower, gimme about two seconds to get into the bathroom, once you hear the door close you can take the blindfold off and get on your way."
Travis gets up and walks away from the bed. I hear the door close and take the blindfold off. The cup on his nightstand has the largest amount of cum that I have seen in my life. It looks like the maturing really works; this cannot be his regular amount of jizz.
I hear Travis turning on the shower and decide it's time to get on my way. I rush to the kitchen, and quickly transfer a spoonful of this fully harvested load in baggie D1 S2 (Donor 1, Sample 2). I mix the rest of the load with a bit of yogurt, so I can get going with maturing Taylor ASAP.
I notice a slight cramping sensation in my upper arms and decide to do a brief stretching session so that I will make it through the entire full hour with Taylor. I also gulp down a Gatorade that will hopefully help me with the cramping issue.
I head outside to the backyard. Taylor instructed me to meet him at the hot tub. I hope the session with him will be less eventful than the one I just finished.