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CHAPTER 7
"DUDE! We should tell him his Human Growth Hormone levels went down instead of up! We need to break him so he will finally start blowing us!!"
Taylor, formally a chill-as-fuck dude, appears excited, elated, worked up and horned up all at once. Mostly horned up I think.
He and I are drafting the newest message for our pocket-sized future cock sucker in chief, and spoiler alert, the news is not great. Two weeks and a total of four donations in, we are faced with the heavy responsibility of notifying Josh that the Human Growth Hormone levels detected in his pee sample have not moved up one bit.
We are seated in our favorite booth (corner booth all the way in the back) of our favorite restaurant. Debbie's Diner is a traditional diner that makes you feel like we are still living in the fifties. We visit here with our baseball team after every home game. All the waitresses know us and flirt with us.
Taylor and I are putting the finishing touches on the message that we will be sending out later today to gently move Joshie forward on his path to Pro Cock Sucker.
I am about to read the next sentence to Taylor when Tami, our favorite waitress, well, everyone's favorite waitress shows up with two heaping plates of food.
Tami is tall, blond, and most importantly, stacked. The Good Lord gave her a pair of tits that Michelangelo would have loved to sculpt, or paint, or motor boated. And that dude was gay!
In addition to her fantastic tits, she has an incredible figure; tiny waist, cute lil ass, long ass legs, she is simply the whole package. At twenty-five, she is the youngest waitress here by about twenty years compared to any of the other staff members, and she is one of the hottest chicks in town.
Tami serves us our breakfast and tops off our coffees. Before she leaves, she gives us her trademark "Y'all holler at me when you need anything now" parting sentence.
I decide to multi-task for a bit, and resume reading the message as I allow my food to cool down for a minute.
"We regret to inform you that our State-of-the-Art tests do not detect any changes in your Human Growth Hormone levels at this time. We recommend that you increase your weekly naturally harvested Human Growth Hormone intake to one unit per day for the next fourteen days."
Taylor leans in excitedly. He is attacking his favorite part of our favorite breakfast. He and I have eaten here hundreds of times and we have ordered the exact same thing every single time. The "Two by Four" breakfast consists of two pieces of bacon, two sausage links, two eggs any style (Taylor orders scrambled, I order over easy), and two pancakes. And while all of the ingredients are great, the crispy bacon is our favorite. Taylor takes a big bite of the first piece.
"Keep reading, you are getting to the good part."
I continue reading, moving the cursor with my left hand, while simultaneously shoveling eggs onto my fork with my right hand.
"While it is theoretically possible to harvest fourteen consecutive daily donations from one donor, we must inform you that there are very few donors who will commit to this level of harvesting. We strongly recommend that you secure at least one additional donor. Having a second donor on board will help you as well if it turns out that you need more than one unit per day at some point in the future."
Taylor grins ear to ear as I read that sentence. He and I have already discussed how to ensure that Josh will pick Taylor as his next donor. He uses his fork to pick up his remaining piece of sausage and holds it up in the air.
"Dude, not to interrupt your beautiful reading, but does this remind you of anything?"
Debbie's diner does not believe in small portions. Our "Two-by-Four" comes with big hunks of bacon, enormous pancakes, and the sausages are oversized as well compared to most breakfast sausages.
"Dude, I am not sure. If you are hinting that it looks like Josh's wiener, you are mistaken. His lil sausage is not even half the size of the one you are about to gobble up."
Taylor laughs and takes a big bite. I quickly swallow a bite of my eggs and continue reading.
"To increase the likelihood of a positive change to your Human Growth Hormone blood levels, we recommend that you select a donor who is in his late teens or early twenties and who is healthy and athletic. We recently completed a study that investigated the relationship between the amount of muscle tissue and the amount of Human Growth Hormone in the donor's seminal fluid. The study showed a clear correlation between the amount of muscle and the Human Growth Hormone levels, especially for young men in the target age group."
Taylor raises his arms and dramatically flexes his biceps as I read that last sentence, right when Tami walks up to check on us. She has waited on us more than a hundred times, and she knows both of us very well.
"Oh look at you Taylor, showing off your muscle. Are you trying to impress me? Did you forget what I told you the other day?"
Taylor blushes. He clearly didn't realize Tami was walking up when he struck his pose. And he did not forget what Tami told us. Neither one of us did.
Tami came out to us as bisexual the last time we were here, and she shared that she is madly in love with a woman she is dating. Every member of our baseball team was here when she shared this, and our group text has been about one question only. Who is the chick she is dating, and how do we become a fly on the wall of their bedroom so we can watch them get it on?"
Taylor shrugs and plays it cool.
"I remember what you told me, and I hope you are happy. I was just posing for my best friend. I am pretty sure he has a gay crush on me."
All three of us burst out laughing when Taylor says this. Tami knows us well enough to know how hard a time we like to give each other, and she instantly gets the joke.
"Y'all crack me up. It looks like you don't need anything else right now, give me a holler if that changes."
Tami grew up in the South, and every so often her southern accent shows. It's like item seven or eight in the long list of things that make her so fucking attractive.
Taylor turns back to me after studying Tami's behind as she walks away from our table.
"Dude, that was funny. Ok, where were we with this message?"
I swallow a big bite of pancake before I answer.
"We just told Josh that he needs a second donor and that he better pick someone that looks, well, exactly like you. I am pretty sure he is gonna push back a bit, you know, he is probably not really dying to tell another person about this big ass secret of his. Take that back, I meant teeny tiny secret of his."
We both grin at my rather low hanging fruit joke, which is ironic, because of Josh wanting so desperately to grow a couple of low hangers.
Taylor is clearly in deep thought as he finishes his final piece of bacon.
"So here is the real question dude. How in the fuck are we making sure that this next move is getting his big juicy lips closer to my buddy down here?"
Taylor points at his crotch as he utters the word "buddy", which seems like overkill to me. Like, I didn't think he meant that he had a small framed, Josh-sized-friend hanging out under the table when he used the word buddy.
Also. I obviously have a plan that will result in getting Josh's lips closer to both of our "buddies."
"Dude, hear me out. Our goal is his lips on our dong. Now, you and I both know that it is still way too early to make that happen. Right? We still need some smaller steps towards our long-term goal."
I pause. I am not going to continue talking unless Taylor indicates he agrees with me. He scoops a large chunk of pancake onto his fork and nods.
I go on.
"Ok, so here is our new short-term goal. We need to work towards getting his tiny baby hands on our dicks. Not his mouth yet. It's still too soon for that. To get him to agree to wanking our cocks, we need to come up with a solid reason that explains why he needs to pump loads out of us."
Taylor chews thoughtfully on the massive piece of pancake he just stuffed his face with, apparently pondering my million-dollar, or at least million blowjobs question. We eat in silence for a few more bites, both thinking about the most effective marketing message that will convince mister-mini-peep to put his little hands on our XL-sized fuck sticks.
Taylor takes a big swig of his ice water and speaks up.
"Dude, what if we come up with a reason related to our spot on the baseball team. Maybe coach has come up with a new rule that involves less wanking?"
I grin.
"Dude, we are about to tell him he needs to wank at least one of us daily. I don't think the rule could be about less wanking, but I like where you are going with making this about a new rule for the team."
I take a large bite of my bacon as I ponder this question. Before I swallow this bite, I have an idea.
"Dude! What if we tell him that we are both strictly right-handed when it comes to jacking off, and that coach has told us we are not allowed to over-use our throwing arm for any physical activity in between games?"
Taylor's facial expressions changes from deep thinker to happy smiley person to horny AF all in less than a second. He is clearly liking this idea. As he scrapes the very last crumbs of pancake off his plate (using his fork with his right hand, I guess coach still allows us to do that), his left hand disappears under the table. Hmmm, seems like he may not be all that strictly right-handed for wanking after all.
His gaze is trailing off just a bit as he responds. I guess he is picturing the scene, and I am certain he likes what he is seeing.
"Dude, I like that idea. Coaches give those kinds of orders all the time. That's why I never wanted to join the wrestling team. You know they don't get to wank for days before their big games. Dude, that's a dealbreaker right there."
I notice Taylor's left arm moving ever so slightly in an up and down motion. Seems like he is giving a certain body part of his a rather rhythmic massage.
He continues speaking, his voice sounds a bit hoarse. He is clearly getting horned up.
"Dude, the other thing we need to add is something that makes it to where he has to stroke us at least ten or fifteen minutes before he can make us cum. I am all about getting milked for a good cause, you know, like helping a fellow human being with a Human Growth Hormone donation, but we cannot just let him finish us in two minutes."
I have to admit that I hadn't really thought about that, but I am immediately in agreement with Taylor's suggestion. Even if his mouth is our ultimate goal, we need to make this in-between-wank-fest phase enjoyable for all involved ... well, at least for us donors.
"Dude, I agree 100%. Maybe we can tell him that he can wank us, but he cannot make us cum? Or we can set a timer, and he can only make us cum after the timer goes off?"
Taylor's left hand reappears from below the table, but only after his right hand goes "down under". Judging by his arm movements, he is clearly long-stroking his cock, which is making me realize he has pulled his dick completely out of his shorts. I don't have to wait long for my answer.
"Dude, I think I am gonna have to rub one out right here under the table. This breakfast meeting of the board of directors of Small No More has gotten me horny as fuck."
I quickly assess the situation and decide this is as risky as it may appear at first glance. We are seated at a large round table in a corner booth. To see Taylor's junk right now you would have to be at about knee height of an average adult. I mean, he could be discovered by an innocent toddler wandering by, but I haven't seen any kids this morning, so he should be ok.
I decide to egg him on a bit, no pun intended. I have taken my final swig of my coffee and hand him my cup.
"Dude, I dare you to blow your entire load into this coffee cup before I finish my pancake."
I look at Taylor's facial expression and know immediately that he will go for this challenge. It's his thing. Or our thing. Travis dares Taylor equals Taylor says yes to dare within seconds of said dare being delivered.
Taylor grabs my cup with his left hand and moves it under the table, apparently to bring it in position. He leans back and scoots his ass down just an inch or so and starts to stroke for real. If anyone was seated close to us, Taylor would be discovered immediately, as his arm movements and quickening breathing are dead giveaways of what is going on under the table. Luckily, we are the only guests who are seated on this side of the restaurant, and our waitress won't be back until we finish our meal.
I take a large bite of my pancake, leaving about a third of a pancake on the plate. I see Taylor's eyes alternate between watching me chew the bite that is inside my mouth, and the rest of the pancake on my plate. I grin. Dude is ready to go, he's just stroking to time his cum to coincide with my last bite.
I notice Tami looking at us from the register area. She and I make eye contact and she gives me the "y'all need something else?" facial expression. I raise my hand and make the "we are ready to pay" sign with my fingers. Taylor's facial expression changes as he realizes he has a choice to make. He can bail on this dare, or he can go for it, but risk not coming quick enough and being caught with his pants down by his favorite waitress.
In a move that will not surprise anyone who knows my best dude, Taylor doubles down on the challenge. He starts to jack off with hard fast strokes, his chest leaning forward a bit. His breathing is getting faster as he gets himself closer to shooting. I hear the sound of the register to my left, which means that Tami has rung us up and should be on her way shortly.
As I look to my left to see where our favorite waitress is, I hear Taylor whisper "fuck yea" to my right, and I watch his upper body spasm and tighten as he is clearly blowing his load into the cup I handed him earlier. On my left, I see Tami approaching. Luckily, she is interacting with some of her other regular customers or she would have probably assumed Taylor was having some kind of muscle cramp or even seizure.
"Dude, put the cup back onto the table. She'll notice if it's missing."
Tami is detail oriented and is always offering to refill our coffee cups when she comes by. She would totally notice if our table all of a sudden had one coffee cup instead of two.
Taylor quickly slams the coffee cup back on the table with his left hand. His right hand stays below, I guess either to play with his dick a bit more after his cum, or maybe he feels like he needs to hide his junk as he definitely has not had time to put it back inside his shorts. I notice Taylor's breathing still being fast and see a few small beads of sweat on his forehead.
Tami walks up with our check.
"Which one of you lovely gentlemen is gonna take care of this today?"
I answer immediately.
"Taylor has you covered today Tami. He's been looking forward to giving you a nice big tip all morning."
Tami smiles and puts the bill in front of Taylor, who continues to seem unable to lift his right hand above the table level.
"You want me to come back for this hon?"
I am laughing my ass off, on the inside obviously. If Taylor is gonna try to grab his wallet, he will have to let go of covering his dick up with his hand. And even though his junk is safely hidden from view under the table, I know this is going to make him feel exposed.
Apparently, I am underestimating my bud, because next thing I know, he leans to his left briefly, and comes up with his wallet in his right hand, and a big shit eating grin on his face.
"No need Tami, I've got you covered." He throws two twenty-dollar bills onto the little tray. "You can keep the change."
I know Taylor is doing all of this with his still hard dick hanging out of his pants. I have to say, this dude is stone cold. I don't see any kind of nervousness in him, he is doing his flirty all American boy thing with Tami the way he does every single time we are here.
Tami retreats after wishing us a great day and Taylor and I are silent for just a minute. I finally break the silence.
"Dude, you killed that dare and especially the aftermath. Hats off to you, this is why you and I are best dudes."
Taylor grins. I can tell he is pretty damn proud of himself.
I continue.
"Dude, were you not nervous about her seeing your junk?"
Taylor's grin gets bigger as he slowly shakes his head.
"Dude, you fucked with me hard today asking for the bill and shit. I wanted to put my junk away before she'd be here, but thanks to you, there wasn't time."
I feel like I should say "you're welcome," but Taylor continues before I can jump in.
"I just decided I would wait it out, and I also told myself that if she would see it, it would be just fine, I mean, this dick is fucking beautiful, and I thought well shit, maybe she just needs to see this fine ass dick to finally wanna get with me..."
I manage to keep a straight face for exactly two seconds, but then I break and I am laughing my ass off. Only Taylor can turn getting caught with his pants down into some kind of first date. A first date that is not happening because of his winning personality, or him being a total jock or super star on the high school baseball team, but because his dick is so damn pretty, there is not a babe in town who can say no to it.
"Dude, you are fucking full of yourself. Speaking of full, it looks like you were about to overflow that coffee cup with that damn geyser dick of yours."
Ok, overflow is taking things a bit far, but Taylor did have a pretty big cum.
"I know dude, damn, if Josh was here, we could make him so happy right now."
I laugh out loud. That would make for efficient Human Growth Hormone harvesting. Right here in the breakfast booth. Taylor and me eating bacon and eggs, Josh slurping our jizz.
"Dude, all joking aside, we cannot leave your spunk here. We don't wanna leave this kind of surprise for Tami."
"Dude, I am way ahead of you."
Taylor grabs a To Go cup from the stack of cups that are stationed right next to our table. He pours his jizz into it, using his coffee spoon to quicken the process. Thanks to the bit of coffee that was left in the cup, the coffee and jizz mixture pours out easily.
Taylor looks up at me, shit eating grin back in full display.
"Dude, does Josh like coffee? This could take his cum guzzling to a whole new level."
I grin and grab my laptop.
"Taylor my dude, we will find out very soon how hungry Joshie is for your jizz."
I hit SEND and watch the message icon change to "delivered." We have officially launched the important hand-job phase, scientifically known as the phase before the unlimited blow jobs phase.
Life is good.