+++One might think that the title suggests a young success story to excite young folks starting their career. Do think that? If so, you are wrong. The "Up" and the "Cumming refer to entirely different matters and the audience for this tale is restricted to the over 18 year olds out there.
I might as well, right off, confess to my secret problem. I am highly sexed; highly sexual. Of course for a nineteen-year-old that is not so unusual, but I am so obsessed with sex, all the time, the it has affected shall I say, my control?
I am a fast cummer, a premature ejaculator, a quick brimmer, a surprise shooter, and any other term you can think of. How did I get here? Maybe too much secret wanking under the school desk with fear of discovery. Whatever the reason, it has reduced my sex to parties of one me because I can't manage sex with another person without it ending, almost before it begins.
Here I am, Peter Gold, nineteen, as I said, six feet five inches of skinny male, not too bad looking, very well endowed, but what's the use?
Things might have gone on like this for the rest of my life had I not met the twins, Dale and Dina. They're English transplants to New York University, having followined their father here after his appointment at the British Trade Council.
How to describe the two Wellington kids? First off, those they are fraternal twins of course, they appear to be almost identical, with natural differences. Dina has lovely small breasts. "Very fashionable size" says Dale impertinently. Dale has the necessary male equipment, I can verify from seeing his stuff in the steam room at the athletic facility. But they are both five feet ten, both white blond with pale skin and their handsome pixie facial features are the same, and very arresting. Add to that, those Wedgewood blue eyes yipe! enough to cure impotence.
So, besides the physical, they share a similar cheekiness that they have turned on me.
Dale said, just yesterday at Starbucks, near school, "You're too tall to call cute, but still...I'd do you any day. Dina says "lanky" is good. I agree. Give me a bony guy and I am happy. Of course I use "bony" in the physique sense, still, the other way's good too."
I'm not sure that I did the right thing, but I have been carrying around this lump of worry in my chest concerning my lack of penile control, and over the second cup of coffee, I blurted it out. I begged him to keep my secret. He swore he would and his face took on a serious, frowning look. Then he said, "I may be able to help you; cure you in fact."
He wouldn't say anymore about it.
I was amazed that Dina appeared to really want to get it on with me, but that was not as amazing as the fact that Dale, a guy who fucked girls, also seemed to be flirting with me shamelessly.
It all jelled a few weeks afterward. The kids lived with their widowed father, Sir Geoffrey, in the top floor of an older apartment building on Riverside Square. The place was enormous, six bedroom and a living room large enough for an international conference.
"You're sleeping over our place," announced Dina into my ear, the one she licked first. Breathing hard, I accepted. Besides, I noticed that we were attracting attention here in Washington Square Park near the school. It would be welcome instead of commuting back on the Long Island Railroad to my parent's home in Port Washington.
"I don't have pajamas or a tooth brush," I told them.
Dale said, "Wonderful, we all sleep nude anyway, and we have a supply of tooth bushes in all colors, I think blue will suit you."
I jumped, forgetting that he was sharing the bench while his sister made ear- love to me.
I was flattered by Dina's interest in me, but also Dale, He was not given to any inappropriate touching, but his eyes checking out the hair on my arms, or the bulge in my pants was tantamount to an assault. Dina, however, was not impeded by any such scruples. She patted my check, even kissed it at times and once sucked my finger absently. She didn't fail to notice that my dick rose up in my shorts and I had to walk humped over to minimize the display.
They had a car. I never knew that. It was parked in the Washington Mews street near school. I noticed the restricted parking signs but their car bore diplomatic plates and two British flags were on staffs on the front fenders. This was not a rich kid's car, no, this must be a car from the Embassy garage. It was long, low and black, a Bentley. The three of us crowded in the front compartment that was obviously meant for the chauffeur. As Dale drove us uptown I luxuriated in the closeness of Dina's warm leg. My head was already whirling as we sped along. This was going to be something new for me. The Wellington kids were definitely off the charts.
The elevator stopped at their floor. One needed a key to open release the lock on the elevator door to enter the foyer. Their apartment consisted of the entire floor. I was not impressed with the furnishings, although they were expensive looking, they were stuffy and smelled dusty.
"The boring stuff belongs, as does this flat, to the British Government. It's not our taste." said Dina. "I go for modern with lots of red and black. What do you like Peter?"
"Oh, I don't know much about that stuff. Give me a recliner and a couch that opens to a bed and I'm happy." They smiled at each other, thinking, I suppose, what a peasant I was.
"I am down to my last ounce of strength. I must take a bit of a nappy." Dale said. He left us and I heard his bedroom door close firmly.
"Alone at last," said Dina jumping onto my lap and began nuzzling my neck. "Your neck smells so manly."
"Yeah, I think I should have showered before coming here."
She wiggled her but against my crotch like a lap dancer and naturally my treacherous dick began to sit up and look around.
She felt it.
"You react fast, don't you." Then she looked into my face, noticing the grimace forming there and the little short huffs of air I was producing. "Are you trying to hold off an ejaculation."
I nodded, and reddened.
"Is this the usual?"
"Oh no," I lied, "It's just because you are so hot."
She slapped me playfully on the check and got up. Once on her feet, she called to her brother loudly.
Dale came in. He was in undershorts, nothing else. Shit, he sure had perfect feet.
"Dear Brother, I fear we have a precipitous popper here."
"I know, he told me. Shall I set up the machine?"
"Hey you two, what kind of machine. I love my penis, even though it does things without being asked, I don't fancy risking my sexual future on a machine." At the moment, my organ must have heard the danger to itself and felt like it retreated to safety and drags my balls along with too.
"Calm your fears," said Dale in a pseudo-medical voice, "I will hop to my room and to the secret hiding place where it is stored."
He was gone in a flash. Dina regarded materially, looking as though you was going to administer a coffee enema. Dale returned. He was holding a mahogany box. "This is the "Mortal Coil." He extracted the device. It seemed simple, a strap attached to a meter. But wait, then I noticed that there was an electric cord and a male plug attached. "Male plug!" how appropriate, I thought.
Dale continued his lecturing voice. "We picked this up on our travels. Father has been attached to various government entities in different countries, some quite exotic." His eyes got faraway as he seemed to be remembering some of the exotica he experienced. This little beauty delivers an electric current of varying intensities. Some users find that the pain is stimulating and avoids the messiness of having someone spank you. Not that that is so bad."
.I snorted. "That's something likely used to get a confession. No pain is a gain for me. Put it away, it's shall we say shocking?"
They both laughed. Dina said, "Don't be a baby. It's hardly more than a tingle." She stroked that tender place under my chin and naturally I hot a hard on immediately. She looked down and grabbed it. "A nice weapon going to waste because its owner doesn't no how to control it."
Dale added, "Once you become the boss of your prick, earthly delights await."
I have to admit I was enjoying the attention. "Okay let me try it, but if it hurts too much you must promise to stop."
They both giggled with anticipation.
Dale fastened the strap that I now noticed was threaded with fine copper wire. Then he handed the plug to Dina who crouched down, he perky bottom in the air and inserted it (not her ass) into the receptacle. A low hum ensued. It was a rather pleasant sound, almost hypnotic. I found my eyes getting heavy. I also felt Dina, as observed through my slitted eyes, opening my belt and unzipping my pants. She rummaged around, almost causing me to go off right then, getting my penis out from its confinement and into the light.
"Oh, a nice once. So long and straight and prettily hooded," she said breathlessly.
"I agree," Dale said, coming very close, so close that his breath was stirring my pubic hair."
I mumbled, "Back off or you'll get a sperm bath in a moment.."
Dina spoke harshly to his brother. "D get lost, you are giving the boy too much input. Leave it to me."
Dale shrugged, walking back to his room slowly and tossing over his shoulder, "Okay, but if I am forced to wank, it will your fault."
"You wank all this time anyway, how is this different?"
Then she directed her attention to me, sitting slumped down in the chair, zonked by this modern, electric Salt Peter administrator.
"Let get you suited up for the experiment...or rather unsuited." She whipped off my tee shirt and pulled my pants down, leaving them at my ankles where they might act like restraints, I thought. Then she took off her tight jeans and shirt leaving her in a cute red bikini panty. Uh, oh, my prick began leaking.
"Do I smell pre cum?" she said, sniffing the air. Then sat on my lap again. This was more intense than before. It was flesh against flesh. "Nice chest. Nice titties, like a grape on the vine." She leaned forward and began licking that man grape. I was beginning to huff and puff again. She turned up the current. My body was vibrating slightly, but the damn thing did work. The impending shoot stopped and my cock settled down to a lower level of excitement.
"Now for the supreme test," she said, like nurse at the blood bank. She lifted herself and with one delicate hand, directed my hard prick to her vagina lips and then sat down slowly. I slipped in, moaning with pleasure and worry that it would be over momentarily.
"You are leaking like faucet, I can feel it. I thought you might have cum, but if you continue like this, you won't have any cum left."
I hardly heard her, I was making serious warning sounds like loud hiccups. She moved the regularly up quite a bit and I yowled with real stinging pain and surprise, but it did the trick.
She looked at me with eyes that were trying hard to stay open. "Chappy, you are really getting to me and I may not be able to hold off my orgasm. I see you are smiling. You think you are boss, huh?"
I began confidently moving my hips in a fucking motion. It felt great, I never dreamed that I would ever feel this thrill. I was really to spew, but I seemed to be able to hold it off until sweet Dina had her jollies. And then it came, her body began to sweat and her chest turned red. Her nipples were standing out like little hard penises. She began a low gurgle and that turned into whooping cries. She punched my shoulder. "Cum, cum."
I stopped trying to be in control and my orgasm hit hard. I almost blanked out as my cock lurched and delivered sperm.
"Boy oh boy, you too can really get it on. You almost shorted out the machine." That was Dale who had snuck back into the room from his bedroom. He came over to me and leaned down and kissed me. This was the first time that I had ever been kissed by a male, in fact I had little experience with girls.
"I get nexties, as soon your refractory period is over. Don't take too long with it."
Dina came back draped in a comforter and covered me with me. She padded back to her room and my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.
End Part One