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CHAPTER 8 - JOSH
Today's the day. I hope.
Today marks 48 hours since I mailed my second "pee on a stick test kit" to the Small No More lab. With the help of my housemate Travis, I have successfully administered a total of four "units" of Human Growth Hormone (HGH) during the past two weeks. If I am a "Rapid Responder," my lab results will report an initial uptick in my Human Growth Hormone levels.
I refresh my inbox again, but no new mail has arrived in the last minute and a half.
Travis has been surprisingly chill about our arrangement. He appears to have honored my request not to tell Taylor about my condition. He also didn't bat an eye when I told him that the medical team had advised me to administer at least two units of Human Growth Hormone (or as he calls it "Magic Travis Super Spunk") per week.
I've had an easier time ingesting his spunk than I had feared. I used flavored yogurt for the first two donations. This past week, my favorite flavor (peach) disappeared from the fridge on the day I received a donation from Travis. I was able to problem solve quickly. Travis is crazy serious about his weightlifting, so there is no shortage of protein powder in the house. In my second week of being a natural Human Growth Hormone recipient, I successfully switched from yogurt to protein shakes to administer my medicine. My banana plus peanut butter shake was perfect at masking the taste of Travis' jizz.
I hear the familiar ping of my inbox and go from super hopeful to completely crushed in less than 10 seconds. The email from the "Small No More" team is short and to the point.
"We regret to inform you that we are unable to detect any changes in your Human Growth Hormone levels at this time.
Please do not feel discouraged due to this news. We advised you to start with an extremely low dosage for safety reasons, and to make sure you would not have any allergic reactions. There are very few people who experience changes in their Human Growth Hormone levels at this low dosage."
This is clearly meant to make me feel better, and it is not working at all. I keep reading.
"At this time, we recommend that you increase your weekly naturally harvested Human Growth Hormone intake to a minimum of at least one unit per day for a fourteen-day trial period. After fourteen days, we will reassess your Human Growth Hormone levels with a urine sample and will advise you further based on what we find at that time."
Ugh. I was really hopeful that there would be at least a little bit of an uptick in my Human Growth Hormone level. I feel super sad. I read the final paragraph of the message.
"While it is not impossible for you to obtain seven donations per week from a single donor, research shows that there are few donors who will reliably commit to this level of harvesting. Our advice is to secure at least one additional donor. Securing a second donor will set you up for success if future dosage recommendations are increased to a higher level than our current recommendation."
I hear a knock on my door as I am trying to process the final paragraph. There are dosage levels that are higher than "at least one load per day?"
I open the door. Travis is standing in the hallway. He is shirtless, because he always is, and he looks like he has just finished a workout. He must have worked out his chest today, his pecs look big and swollen.
"Hey dude. Taylor and I just finished working out and we are gonna jump in the pool for a bit. You wanna join?"
I respond right away.
"Well Travis, I just found out that me gobbling up your jizz has been a complete waste of my time, and I am kinda processing that right now, so hmm, no, I don't really wanna be in the pool with you, watching your enormous bulge in your swimming trunks, and worrying about you and Taylor seeing how tiny my worthless pinkie sized dicklet is."
I don't say that. Obviously. Instead, I try to blow him off.
"Hey, thanks for inviting me. I may join you guys in a little bit. Just gonna hang here for a minute."
Travis, who was voted (by me) to be the least likely of his graduating class to successfully compete on "America's Got Empathy" (a show that admittedly does not exist, but could exist at some point in the future) gets an expression on his face that looks like genuine concern.
"Are you ok there, Joshie? Why the long face?"
"Well Travis, thank you so much for asking, the reason for the long face is the fact that your enormous dick has produced completely useless jizz, which I swallowed, and got no benefit from. I just finished reading an email that basically told me that my breakfast sausage is not about to get an upgrade of any kind."
I don't say that either. I put on my bravest face and decide to level with him.
"Yea, I am kinda bummed. Looks like those four, hmm, you know, Human Growth Hormone donations you gave me didn't move the needle for me. I just got my test results back, and my levels have not changed at all."
"Aww man. That sucks for you."
Wow, Travis is saying words that most human beings use when we aim to show empathy towards a fellow human being.
"I know. They just told me that my blood levels are the same as what they were when I did my baseline tests with them."
Travis nods.
"So what are they advising you to do little dude?"
He cannot help himself. It is literally impossible for him to utter more than five or six sentences without reminding me of something I spend 99% of my waking hours obsessing over. While I mostly wanna kick him in the nuts for being a dick, I decide to ignore his "tiny" stab, and answer his question. As much as he pisses me off, I cannot let him see my frustration, given that his spunk is my best shot at growing my tiny peep.
"They are recommending a fourteen-day trial where I, hmm, harvest at least one donation per day. So, a minimum of fourteen loads in fourteen days."
Ugh. I cannot believe I just used the word "loads" instead of the recommended term "units."
"Damn dude. That's intense."
I swallow the reply that naturally pops up in my mind, something along the lines of "no shit, Sherlock."
Instead, I just nod. Travis goes on.
"Listen dude, I am happy to keep helping you. I do have to say, if you need jizz every single day, are you going to have me as your only, hmm, donor?"
I hesitate to answer his question. The message from Small No More was pretty clear: find yourself a second donor as soon as possible. Preferably someone who is tall, young and muscular. If I share these details with Travis, Taylor will be the only logical choice for him. I hate the thought of Taylor getting this kind of information about me. He is the cockiest person I have met in my entire life, and I just know he is going to make fun of me.
I decide to put my hesitation aside and answer honestly. I think it's my subconscious that really wants me to grow a bulge already that is overpowering my conscious mind that wants to prevent the shame and humiliation that trusting Taylor will likely cause.
"So yeah, they mentioned I should get a second donor lined up in the message they sent today."
I hesitate to go on. I don't wanna describe the characteristics of this second donor. I could literally summarize the message by saying "It's a perfect description of your best friend."
Travis nods. His expression is surprisingly thoughtful.
"Got it. What are they telling you to look for in your second donor? Any age requirements or something like that?"
I decide to answer fully and truthfully, delaying the inevitable is making me feel irritated.
"They are recommending someone similar to you, they say the best match is someone who is taller than average and who is in good shape, the more muscle tissue the better, and roughly your age."
I see a flicker of amusement in Travis's eyes. I guess this is stroking his ego. Being told you are the perfect donor and that your sperm is strong enough to make a mini human grow a few inches taller must be music to the ears of a macho muscle dude like him.
His answer is exactly what I predicted.
"Dude, I really think you should talk to Taylor. That dude jacks off all the time, I don't think he goes a day without jacking at least three or four times. And with the way he has been working out, it seems like he would have a ton of that growth hormone in his spunk."
I picture myself talking to Taylor. Not a good mental image.
I decide to express my doubts, realizing I have little to lose.
"Do you think I can trust him to keep this confidential? I am worried he'll tell people at school and then before you know it, everyone knows."
Taylor is super tight with this pair of twins, Jacob and Jasper. He started hanging out with them ever since they were promoted to the varsity baseball team that he and Travis play in. Jacob and Jasper are identical twins. Their parents moved here from Sweden. They founded one of the most successful tech companies in the country. They are loaded and they live on one of the largest estates in our county.
Jacob and Jasper, like Travis and Taylor, are total jocks. Actually, they are pretty much copies of each other. Same build, as in super muscular, same height, just a bit over 6 feet. The only big difference is that Travis and Taylor are dark haired and really tan and Jacob and Jasper are both blond, blue eyed, and really light complected. Something else they have in common is that they are crazy popular. They are in my class, and I am worried about Taylor saying something to them about being a donor for me.
Travis does not at all share my concern.
"Dude. You don't know Taylor the way I do. That dude can keep a secret. He hasn't told on me to my dad since he was a baby. And let me tell you, he has had plenty of opportunities, cuz I don't hide anything from him."
I am obviously not going to pry, but I do wonder what kinds of secrets Taylor has on Travis. He goes on.
"There are a lot of people who don't get what a good dude he is. Taylor is always looking out for the little guy. On the baseball team, when someone is having an off day, Taylor is gonna be the one to reach out to them and get them back in the game. And when someone is out with an injury, it's always Taylor who is organizing some kind of "get well soon" campaign, even when it's for someone with whom he doesn't really get along all that well."
I am not sure whether to laugh or cry. "Looking out for the little guy??" You cannot tell me that you are so dense that you didn't just hear yourself say that?
As if on cue, Taylor pops up behind Travis. Like Travis, he is shirtless, because like Travis, he always is. He also shows signs of the recent workout the two of them did, his chest is sweaty and pumped.
Before I can say or do anything else, Travis opens his mouth. "Hey dude. Josh has something he wants to talk to you about. You need to promise me on your honor as my best bud that you are gonna keep your mouth shut about this at school, got it dude? This is a family matter that does not need to be shared outside of these walls."
Wow, apparently Travis decided that the decision to ask Taylor was his to take instead of mine.
Taylor looks at me expectantly. I feel unprepared and I am completely tongue tied. Before I can put a sentence together, I hear Travis' voice.
"Guys, why don't we all get into the pool so we can have a serious talk while also getting a bit more comfortable rather than standing here in the hall?"
Oh yes, it will be tons more comfortable for me that way. Asking for jizz in an upstairs hallway outside one's bedroom is no fun at all. Telling someone that you would like them to jack off in a cup so that you can guzzle up their spooge while getting some rays in the pool truly makes that conversation something to look forward to.
My inner monologue is interrupted by Taylor.
"Cool, I was actually already on my way to the pool so that works out great. Just grabbing our protein shakes on the way out since we just finished our chest workout."
Taylor walks by and disappears down the stairs. Travis waits for him to be outside of earshot, then turns to me again.
"Dude, I know this is awkward for you to ask someone like Taylor for, you know, donations, but think of it this way. If you tell him what you told me, and you emphasize that this is not a gay thing or a sex thing like you did when you told me, you know that Taylor is totally gonna go for it. We are just trying to help you get those few extra inches man."
If you only knew, Travis my man, where I am actually trying to grow those extra inches...
Travis is looking at me expectantly. I try to weigh the options I have in this moment. The truth is that at this point, having hope for the first time in my life that I can grow those extra inches that I need so badly, I will do just about anything to get this Growth Hormone that my body needs.
I mean, not literally anything obviously. That said, asking Taylor to start catching some of the jizz that he is currently blowing into his socks or towels or right into the shower drain seems like a smart move to make. Especially because he ticks all the boxes that Small No More described to me.
I decide it's time to put my game face on and make this happen. Travis seems genuinely happy when I tell him I will meet him downstairs in just a minute and that yes, I will talk to Taylor to formally ask him to become my second Human Growth Hormone donor.
As Travis turns around to head downstairs, I quickly close my bedroom door and look for my swimming trunks. I own two pairs of swimming trunks. Both are baggy, for obvious reasons. A snug pair would only emphasize the complete lack of a bulge.
I locate my favorite dark blue pair. I step out of my regular shorts to change into my swimming trunks. My tiny wiener is rock hard. Although it's easily hidden in my trunks even when it is at full mast (if you wanna call it that), I decide I better give it a quick wank to make it go down for a bit. I don't wanna be having this conversation with Taylor while boning.
I grab a tissue from the box on my desk and go to town. I am super close, probably because I haven't wanked yet at all today. I cum quickly and unceremoniously into the tissue. I flush the tissue down the toilet, change into my trunks and head downstairs.
When I get to the pool, I find Travis and Taylor in the water, sipping on their protein drinks. Both are wearing their baseball hats to protect from the bright sunlight.
I jump into the pool and turn towards Taylor, who is looking at me with a curious look on his face. I take a deep breath, and over the next couple of minutes, give him the same talk that I gave Travis a couple of weeks ago.
Taylor listens calmly, doing a lot of nodding in between sipping his after-workout shake. Unlike Travis, who fired questions at me throughout the entire chat, he asks no clarifying questions at all, until I finish talking.
"Ok dude, so let me make sure I got all this. What I am hearing you say is that you are not as tall as you wanna be, and that you have a fix for it, which is to get some kind of hormone level increased. You are asking Travis and me to start catching our loads into a cup instead of our socks, and hand those to you for the next fourteen days? Is this an accurate summary?"
I feel a sense of jealousy hearing him phrase it like that. Yea, I guess for the two of you, that is all that this comes down to. Start blowing your loads into a cup instead of a crusty sock. For me, it's pretty much a life-or-death issue, but I guess that's not something that Taylor is going to spend a ton of time worrying about.
I nod.
"Yeah, that is a 100% accurate summary."
Taylor stays silent for a bit, apparently processing the information he just received. After half a minute or so, he thinks of another question.
"So tell me this. How are you planning to, you know, administer our donations?"
Hmm, I guess he does have the same questions as Travis, but they are just popping up with a bit of a delay. Luckily, I remember the answer that Small No More suggested that I memorize back when I told Travis.
"The Small No More specialists are recommending that I administer my Human Growth Hormone donations orally, so yeah, that means by mouth. They advise people who do not 'genetically' enjoy the taste of semen to mix it with yogurt or a protein shake, which they believe will effectively mask the taste."
I see Travis chuckle a bit. I guess he remembers my answer from two weeks ago.
Taylor continues talking. He seems excited about the topic, and while he hasn't literally said that he will do it, his next question suggests he is on board with being my second donor.
"Dude! Have you decided yet when you are gonna start this fourteen-day trial?"
I am surprised by Taylor thinking ahead like this. I am even more surprised by the way he is asking this question; there is an energy and enthusiasm to him that I wasn't expecting. Is the thought of jacking off into a cup really making him this excited?
"Hmm, I haven't really had a chance to think the whole thing through. I read their message right when you guys were finishing up your workout."
Taylor nods energetically.
"Dude, why don't you start your trial today? I haven't jacked off yet today, and I always have a huge load after we do a chest work out. I can make you a double serving shot of Grower Hormone right now."
While I try to come up with a response to Taylor's generous offer, I cannot help but notice how quickly and enthusiastically he is jumping on this proposal, just like Travis did two weeks ago. There is no "let me consider this" or anything like that. The only way I can explain it is that this is super ego stroking for them. Having someone like me ask for your manly, hormone laden spunk is a good day for a testosterone-filled teenage jock.
I try to respond calmly but realize I stammer more than I talk.
"Do you mean you wanna jack off right now, right here in the pool?"
Travis, who has mostly been observing the conversation between Taylor and me decides to jump in.
"Fuck yeah dude. Taylor totally has a point. He and I worked out our chests hard for ninety minutes today. I know from experience that my pecs are connected directly to my nuts. There is no bigger load that you are gonna get out of me this week than the one that is churning in my nut-sack right now. Dude, we can help you start your two-week trial right now with two extra-large loads."
As much as I want to sign Taylor up as my second official donor, and as much as I want to score both of their after-chest-work-out-XL-loads, the thought of them donating, a.k.a wanking off right here in front of me on the side of the pool is unbearable. I need to talk them into at least going indoors and finding a private spot of some kind. I decide to bring up a practical concern that will hopefully slow things down a bit.
"Hey, I really appreciate the offer, and yeah, that sounds like a really good opportunity for me to, you know, start off my two-week trial with these two extra-large deposits. I was just thinking, you don't really have anything to catch your hmm, donation with, you know what I mean? And also, I am assuming you guys don't wanna do this in front of each other, right? Would it be better for you to go inside, and you know, take care of business in a more private setting?"
Taylor's hand flies up in answer to my question. He waves the cup he has been drinking his protein shake from left to right.
"Dude, check this out. I haven't finished my shake yet. There is plenty of delicious chocolate protein mix left in here. Travis and I can both make our donations right in here, and you don't even have to go inside to mix it up with anything else. All I ask is that after you consume this snack, you do a thorough cleaning of the cup."
He smiles his big broad cocky muscle jock smile, clearly proud of his ability to think on his feet.
This is becoming a total repeat of the day I asked Travis. The moment I finished asking him, he took total control of the situation, insisting on donating in the kitchen with me standing right there. The same is happening now, except this time, we are in the pool, and there's two of them.
I look at the cup in Taylor's hand. There is hardly anything left in it. Just a small final sip. There is no way on earth that this will effectively mask the taste of two large loads of teenage jock jizz. When I used a protein shake for Travis's donation last week, I filled up a similarly sized cup all the way to the top. Taylor's cup has no more than four or five tablespoons of protein shake left in there. No way am I going to be able to drink this.
I try to come up with a response that will change their minds, but I am finding myself completely tongue tied and unable to put a sentence together.
Before I think of something to say, I notice both of them reaching down into the water. They have clearly decided that they are going to do this and are removing their swimming trunks. Since they are under water in the deeper end of the pool, I cannot see their junk. A couple of seconds later, they triumphantly and simultaneously throw their shorts up on the side of the pool.
Taylor speaks up.
"Dude, I am already boning. Why don't you just turn your back towards us and lie down in the kiddie pool area on your stomach so that you don't look back at us accidentally?"
The kiddie pool area that Taylor is referring to is a large, six by twelve feet area. It is the part of the pool that is closest to the house. It has just a couple of inches of water. This design offers families who have toddler-age children a large play area where their kids can splash their little hearts out without the immediate threat of, well, drowning. Adults tend to use this area to lie out to get a tan. It's a great way to get some rays. You can lie down in the cool water with one side of your body while slowly roasting the side that is exposed to the sun.
Although turning my back towards them sounds like a much better idea than watching the two of them put on some kind of dueling wank-off show, there is something weird about the level of specificity that Taylor is using in instructing me. First, it would have made more sense for me to simply leave the pool instead of doing this hanging out in the kiddie pool thing. Second, he could have simply told me to turn my back towards them. I am puzzled what made him feel the need to add the "lie down on your stomach" part. Surely Taylor is not concerned about me getting a solid tan on my back?
Although I really want to go inside the house, I decide to comply with the request. The truth is that I want both extra-large-post-chest-work-out loads. There is no better way to start this fourteen-day trial period. And there is no better time to start this trial than today!
I turn my back towards them and lift myself out of the pool into the toddler area. From the splashing sounds behind me, it sounds like both Travis and Taylor are getting themselves out of the deep end of the pool onto the side. I cannot believe they are going to jack off in front of each other. I know they have seen each other naked literally hundreds of times due to playing so many sports together, but to me, there is a big difference between seeing each other naked in the locker room and simultaneously producing a morning load on the side of a backyard pool. Then again, they are almost more like brothers than friends, the way they have grown up together, so maybe for them this is not weird at all.
I position myself on my stomach, with my elbows propped under me, as requested by Taylor. This is normally my favorite sunbathing position. I try to relax, but I end up feeling exposed, not relaxed. While my swimming trunks are baggy in the front, they fit me snug around my butt. Especially with them being wet and clinging to my body, lying on my stomach puts my ass on display. And while I know that the two guys behind me are super straight, I also know that I have a bubble butt that will be hard for them to miss.
I hear Taylor's voice as soon as I settle in.
"Ok dude, we are both out of the water and ready to get started. No peeking back from here on out please!"
He goes on with a softer voice, clearly directed at his best friend slash jack off buddy.
"Pass that bottle of lotion dude. Gonna feel better with a bit of soft and silky Johnson and Johnson."
I guess that nothing should be surprising me at this point, but I am rather surprised that there is apparently a bottle of lotion sitting poolside just waiting for the right moment to serve as a jack off enhancer.
I don't get much time to ponder this question. The next thing I hear is a soft swishing sound. Clearly, both are lubed and wanking.
The sound reminds me of the time that Travis gave me his first donation in the kitchen two weeks ago. That time, he also convinced me to stay around, even though I didn't want to, and he made me turn my back towards him that time as well.
My own willy has an immediate response. As expected, it starts to get hard. Although I am not at all turned on by the thought of the two of them, or their lotion covered dicks for that matter, the sounds they are producing are sex sounds, and sex sounds make my mini peep get hard as a tiny little rock.
I obviously cannot grab my tiny boner, given the fact that I am currently in a direct line of sight of my two Human Growth Hormone donors. What I am able to do is shift my weight slightly from left to right, which is making my little dicklet feel really great. I decide to allow myself this pleasure, given the uncomfortable circumstances I am enduring.
Behind me, Taylor is getting surprisingly vocal. I guess he is into dirty talk.
"Damn dude. Travis and I are churning a great fucking donation here for you. Feels good to rub one out here in the outdoors. Great weather, body feeling great after workout, pool water feeling nice, and damn dude, I love this incredible view."
Taylor is weird AF. How are you gonna sit there, try to rub one out, and be talking about how great the view is? I mean, it's true, this whole backyard / pool area is truly fantastic. Luscious tropical landscaping all around the oversized pool. Super expensive modern design, enormous outdoor kitchen, etc. It just doesn't seem like that would be a topic to chat about when you are trying to blow a load.
I am also surprised that Travis is going along with this. Seems like it would make him lose his boner having to sit there and listen to some dude going on and on about the damn view.
Travis speaks up. Apparently, he is not at all worried about Taylor being chatty.
"Dude, I agree, that is a damn good view. That said, I need some pussy to jack off to. Do you have your phone with you still?"
Taylor responds right away.
"Dude, let me show you this website I found yesterday. It's called 'Bang my Baby's Bubble Butt.' All the vids on here have these big athletic dudes who share their small petite girlfriends with each other. All the chicks have these tiny waists and these juicy phat bubble butts, and they like to take dick in their mouths as well as their butts as well as their pussies. It's the best dude."
I feel my mini cock respond to Taylor's words. I don't really watch porn that features anal, or porn that has two dudes with one chick. I honestly prefer watching girl on girl action over watching two dudes using one chick. Even though this actual scenario is not that hot for me, hearing Taylor talk about this does make me harder. Just thinking of the images he is putting in my head is definitely making me horny.
I don't hear anything for the next 30 seconds or so, and I assume that Taylor is pulling up the website he mentioned on his phone. My assumption is correct, since after about thirty seconds, I start hearing sounds that are stereotypical porn soundtrack, and that are exactly what Taylor was describing. Two male voices encouraging each other on how to use "this little phat ass." The female voice moaning loudly, shouting out "more," "YES," or "deeper" at the top of her lungs.
Taylor has apparently taken on the role of porn tour guide. He goes on, and on, and on ...
"Dude, check out how hot that little bitch is. How short do you think she is? I give her five feet, not an inch more. And both those tall ass muscle dudes just pounding her. Dude, this is what I want. My own little phat ass bitch to pound."
Travis responds, his voice more of a grunt than his normal speaking voice.
"Fuck yeah dude. This is hot as fuck. Look at her swallowing that dude's sword while taking the other dude's schlong up her ass. Damn, that's gonna get me off quick."
The first bit of good news I have received all day. They are gonna get off quickly.
I try to distract myself from the terrible scene behind me by focusing on my own crotch. My tiny worm is as hard as ever, and the alternating pressure I am putting on it by gently swaying my body from left to right is making it feel super great. The pleasurable feelings distract me for a while, but sadly, Taylor's loud voice pulls me back to the present far too soon.
"Dude, I am not going to last long. Look at that ass dude. Wouldn't you love to slide your dick inside it?"
His voice is barely loud enough to be heard over the loud sounds of the movie. Whoever the "little bitch" is that is getting hammered, she is definitely enjoying the ride. Her voice is getting louder and higher as the scene goes on. My willie is as hard as it's ever been. I decide to focus on her voice, hoping it will be an effective strategy to drown out the ongoing conversation between my two Human Growth Hormone donors.
My strategy works. For the next couple of minutes, I manage to mostly ignore Travis and Taylor. I do catch a fragment here and there. Travis is all about the head, as in, watching "that little blonde bitch" give head. Taylor is all about the ass. Every time I hear him, he is focused on the pounding she is apparently taking up her backdoor.
While I cannot see any of the action, staying focused on the sounds of the "bitch" as well as continuing my little weiner massage on the surface of the pool gets me through the few minutes it takes for the two of them to get close enough to cum.
Taylor apparently gets there first, and his raised voice gets me back to the here and now.
"Damn dude, I am about to blow."
Travis is apparently not too far behind.
"Dude, you should lean back, like lie down on your back, that way you can shoot right into the cup."
I hadn't even thought of that aspect. Judging by the location of their voices and splashing noises, I am pretty sure the two of them have been sitting on the side of the pool with their feet hanging in the water until now. Being seated like that makes it close to impossible to cum inside a cup like that.
Taylor seems in agreement with the advice of his best bud. His voice is immediately softer and sounds further away as he apparently lies his upper body down on the side of the pool.
"Fuck yeah, I am gonna shoot a big fucking load here for my buddy Josh to enjoy."
I try to un-hear what Taylor just said, but sadly, my mind is not on board with this plan. I did not realize Taylor and I were buddies. Also, the word "enjoy" seems a bit out of place.
Travis is more on board with Taylor's script than I am.
"Fuck yeah dude, we are gonna blow-blow-blow so that our buddy Josh can grow-grow-grow."
Taylor doesn't respond to Travis' poetic interlude. He is clearly in the throes of his orgasm. For a few seconds, I don't hear anything other than the swishing sounds of the two of them jacking, and the panting from Taylor that is getting louder and faster. I feel my willie below me ask for attention and realize that I badly need to orgasm myself.
Taylor's panting speeds up as he approaches his cum. The next sound I hear is a long, really soft "fuuuuuuuuccckkk." Not at all like the loud screaming that I am hearing on his phone. Just a long exhale.
Apparently, Travis is closely watching his bud cum, and he's clearly impressed.
"Damn! You were not lying when you said you would have a big 'ol cum after our work out. Dude, you are filling up that cup!"
I shiver when I hear him say this, remembering how little protein drink was left in the cup.
Travis is ready to go as well.
"Dude, give me that cup, I am ready to blow myself."
For the second time, the two of them go quiet for a bit. The "little bitch" on the screen is definitely not quiet. It sounds like she is coaxing cums out of her two lovers, as well as having her own fourth or fifth orgasm.
Travis announces his cum, loudly like he did two weeks ago in the kitchen.
"Fuck, damn, I am gonna blow. Fuck, yeah, ahh, fuck, damn, fuuuuuuuccckkk."
I cannot help but imagine ropes of cum flying out of his dick into the cup with every "fuck" and every "ahh" I hear.
After a while, things go silent. The only sound left is the sound of the water that's circulating through the pool. I realize that there is no real plan for what to do now. I am not about to get up or turn around until I get a green light from them. My willie is demanding more grinding, but I am not comfortable moving right now.
After what feels like hours, but in reality is probably not much more than a minute, I hear movement and rustling of clothing behind me. I guess they are getting up and getting dressed. Travis speaks up.
"Ok dude. Time to come get your medication."
Wow, Travis has jokes for days. Must be nice to be tall and hung, and not in need of the jizz of your housemate.
I get up from my prone position. Before I turn around, I quickly adjust my willie. It's not as hard as it was earlier, and I am able to move my trunks to where my willie is not poking out.
Travis and Taylor are seated poolside. Both have put their swimming trunks back on and both have big happy smiles on their faces. Travis holds up the large blender bottle that contains my donations.
"Come check out your donations dude, I think you are gonna be really happy with these. We are starting your fourteen-day trial with a bang."
I get out of the water and walk towards them. I feel a mixture of dread and joy. I am happy obviously that this day could signal a new start for me. That said, I have a weird "no way back" feeling about Taylor being in on my secret. Once I accept and consume this two-for-the-price-of-one jizz delivery, he's officially my second Human Growth Hormone donor.
Taylor is clearly not feeling any kind of dread. He is all smiles and addresses me with excitement in his voice as I get to the two of them.
"Dude, check out what's inside. These loads are huge, we pretty much gave you two donations per person. By the way, I am pretty sure that about two thirds of all the jizz in there is mine."
He smiles at himself, happy with the small dig he gave at his best bud's expense.
Travis hands the cup to me and holy shit, the two of them did not exaggerate. I can barely see any of the chocolate-colored protein mix. I am basically looking at a full layer of cum floating on top of the little bit of leftover protein drink that Taylor left in there for me.
It immediately makes me think about the size of my own cums. If I tried to reproduce this much jizz, it would take at least eight or nine of my mini loads. I decide to shake off the thought, because I have bigger issues, pun obviously intended, to worry about. That said, it takes me a while to believe that the enormous amount of spunk I am looking at was produced with just two loads.
Travis hands me the lid that goes with the cup.
"Listen dude, if I were you, I'd put this on and give it a good shake so that our, hmm, donations mix nicely with the protein shake. That way, you will just taste the chocolate, and not that awful taste of Taylor's jizz."
He looks extremely happy with himself after giving Taylor a nice jab back, packaged as giving me some practical advice.
It suddenly dawns on me that the two of them are expecting me to consume their spunk right here and now. Not in the privacy of my own room, or in the kitchen, where I can add some more protein mix to mask the taste.
I reluctantly take the lid from Travis, push it down onto the cup, and start shaking. Taylor's protein drink has one of those little metal wiry balls inside it. It helps to mix the protein powder with the water. In this case, it is hopefully helping to mix their jizz with the protein drink. Since the cup is almost empty, it makes for a rather noisy shaking job.
Both of my donors are enjoying themselves tremendously watching me make my Human Growth Hormone cocktail. I am not looking forward to drinking this as much as they are clearly looking forward to watching me swallow their loads.
I decide to advocate for myself and speak up.
"Guys, do you mind if I go inside to, you know, administer this. I think I will be a little bit more comfortable that way. I kinda wanna add a little bit more of a mixer to it, you know, so that the taste is not too strong."
As I am saying this, I wonder what it is that makes me think I need their permission to go inside. This whole thing is really messing with my head, and it is creating the most insane dynamic between us.
Taylor is quick to speak up.
"Aww, come on dude. You can do this. That chocolate flavor is super strong, there is no way you are gonna taste anything else."
Travis chimes in.
"Josh, I agree with Taylor, there is no way that you're gonna taste anything but chocolate flavor. Also, it's kind of nice for you to drink it in front of us, makes us feel appreciated as your donors, you know, to watch you take our donation, and feel like we are all in this together trying to help you out."
Taylor nods so hard in agreement with that last statement from Travis that I worry that his head is going to fly off. I feel torn, I am worried that the taste is going to be too strong, and that it will not taste like chocolate at all. That said, I am even more worried about disappointing the two of them and having them pull out of the arrangement.
I decide a negotiation strategy.
"I really appreciate the two of you helping me out. Maybe I can try just a small sip? If the taste is ok, I can finish the entire serving in front of the two of you, but if it's not tasting right, I wanna go inside and fix it."
Never have I ever thought that I would negotiate cum-consumption (cumsumption I guess you could say) with my housemate and his best friend. Never have I ever thought that I would ask another human being for permission to add a bit of flavoring to mask the taste of their jizz. I hate feeling this out of control, and I hate seeing how much the two of them are reveling in this new dynamic. They were pretty cocky before I asked them for their therapeutic spunk, this is going to make them impossible to be around.
Although I feel frustrated about this weird dynamic with Travis and Taylor, I am excited as well. I remember feeling this the very first time that Travis donated to me. They both seem willing to give me at least one donation per day for the next fourteen days, and they both cum like crazy, especially after they work out. And they tick every box that Small No More has presented to me as the known predictors of high rates of Human Growth Hormone! I am optimistic about the fourteen-day trial period I am kicking off today.
Travis and Taylor are both 100% on board with my "one sip" proposal. Travis goes first.
"Definitely buddy, take a nice big sip, you're gonna be just fine. Just remember what it's going to do to your body."
Hmm, I am hopeful it is going to do something very specific to a very specific body part.
I decide to go for it, I open the lid, bring the cup to my mouth, and take a good-sized sip. The moment the drink touches my mouth, I know I am in trouble. While I am not tasting anything other than chocolate, it's the texture that's off. It's way too "slimy." I quickly swallow, afraid I am going to gag if I keep it in my mouth too long.
Taylor and Travis are cheering me on and are literally applauding my act of jizz-slobbering. I try to keep my face in check, afraid to offend them if I allow a look of disgust to appear on my face. This turns out to be a mistake.
My happy, or at least neutral expression has Travis celebrating.
"See what we told you dude? Did it taste like chocolate like we said it would?"
I instinctively nod, not yet able to open my mouth. I am worried that opening my mouth will somehow make me taste the aftertaste of the sip I took, and I am pretty sure that it will not be chocolate.
Taylor joins in.
"Dude, I cannot wait to watch you chug the whole thing! Would it help you if we cheered you on a bit?"
He doesn't wait for me to answer the question. He starts, first softly and very slowly, then faster and louder as he goes on.
"Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug...."
Travis joins in. Boy, it must be fun to be them.
"Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug...."
I cannot believe this is happening. This is so wrong. There is no reason for me to consume these donations without the proper amount of taste masking. Their insistence on me drinking this with hardly any protein drink mixed in is for no other reason than to toy with me.
I decide to give in. As wrong as I feel that their demand is, this is Taylor's first time to donate, and I don't want to seem ungrateful.
I lift the cup to my lips, close my eyes, and do exactly what they are, at this point rather loudly, encouraging me to do. I finish the entire cup, swallowing the mixture of jizz and chocolate flavored shake as fast as I can. With every swallow, I feel like I am going to gag, or worse, but thankfully, I get through the entire serving without gagging or throwing up.
Travis and Taylor are in a frenzy, hooting and hollering, and high fiving each other for some reason over the fact that I just finished this drink. Who knew they'd be this invested in my success?
Travis hands me a bottle of water. Thankful for the opportunity to rinse out my mouth, I open it immediately and take some large swigs.
The two of them are coming down from their loud and raucous "high." Now that I have finished taking in their loads, I want to go inside as soon as possible so I can process what just happened. Also, to my surprise, my willie is again screaming for attention.
I speak up as soon as the two of them are finally quiet.
"Hey guys, I wanna thank you for these donations, I am gonna run up to my room for a bit, I think I need to brush my teeth, if you know what I mean."
What I mean is that I am super horny suddenly, which makes no sense at all, but this is how my willie works. I have to rub one out, because I can tell my willie is about to burst.
Taylor and Travis express understanding. Taylor reminds me to do an extra thorough cleaning of his blender cup. I promise him that I will do just that and hurry up to my room.
As soon as I'm upstairs, I take my shorts off and get down on the floor in my favorite position. I look at myself in the mirror. Instead of seeing the little worm that's there, I see a massive six-inch tool that looks ready to be admired and used by every girl in my class, or better yet, in the county.
I start stroking. I think about having a nice long wank, but I can tell I am fighting a losing battle. The whole scene at the pool including the porn sounds, rubbing my willy on the bottom of the kiddie pool, as well as drinking this enormous dose of Human Growth Hormone has me in a horny frenzy.
After about two minutes, I start to feel my tiny balls draw closer to my body and I can tell I am going to shoot. I grab my swimming shorts just in time to catch the load that is spewing out of my tiny cocklet. I produce three tiny ropes of cum, a miniscule load compared to the one I just ingested, but a great one as far as intensity of feeling is concerned.
I fall onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling, still playing with my tiny tool. I am truly overwhelmed with emotion. I am nervous about having Taylor added to my donor pool, but at the same time, I am feeling hopeful about the fourteen-day trial period we are entering. I hate how the two of them seem to feel like they can tell me what to do with all of this, but I also think it's a relatively small price to pay if it is going to result in my teeny tiny peep becoming a beautiful and full-sized tool.
I squeeze my little fella, imagining it growing to a more visible size. I hope today is the start of a really big change in my young life. Pun intended!!!