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Chapter 13 - Taylor - Six Samples in Seven Hours continues
I knew I shouldn't have let Travis go first. This wait is way too long. I am getting antsy, and by antsy, I obviously mean super horny.
And Travis' text messages are not helping.
Travis has been sending messages and pics ever since he and Josh started their sixty-minute session.
Unless he is tricking me with the angles in the pics he just sent, it appears that my best dude has comfortably parked his cock inside our tiny toy's mouth.
I replied with a few "Dude, WTF?" message but have yet to receive any follow-up.
I have planned quite the wank-off-date for our hopeful grower. It was obviously my idea to extend the thirty-minute session to sixty minutes. I am feeling pretty good about having made that move. I want to get him used to longer wank sessions before we get to the sucking stage. If he gets used to handling our tool with his baby hands for a grand total of two hours per day, it's gonna be kinda hard for him to argue that we only get twenty or thirty minutes of head once we transition to the full dick-slurping phase.
Checkmate, cocksucker!
My phone beeps again. Speaking of cock-sucking, it appears that Travis is making enormous progress toward this phase. The latest pic he sent shows Joshie's face, blindfolded obviously, and Travis' huge cock, with the head missing. As in, the entire head of his monster cock has disappeared inside Joshie's mouth.
Damn!
I am happily surprised.
Travis has been pretty adamant about not moving too quickly, especially with the blowjob part of the plan. I have been pushing for faster and bigger moves on our part. I am sensing that bubble-butt-mini-cock doesn't seem to use the word "no" very often, and I truly believe we can make faster progress.
I cannot tell whether Joshie is actually blowing Travis or whether his dick is just kinda parked inside his mouth.
I hope Travis will send me an explanation of some sort soon. If he has gotten this far during the sixty-minute wank, I may be able to push a bit further when I get my turn today.
I adjust my cock inside my shorts for the twentieth time in about as many minutes. My dick has been chubbing for the last few hours. I need relief badly.
I go back to planning the logistics, or I guess one could say wank-gistics for my sixty-minute maturing date. The biggest surprise I will hit our tiny-cock-haver with is the location. Baby-dick-phatty-ass will massage my beautiful tool in the comfort of a comfortably heated hot tub.
I love soaking in the tub, and if I am going to have my dick massaged for a full hour, I don't see why I wouldn't get this done in here.
I have come up with a simple plan for Josh to service me in our hot tub. He obviously cannot use the blindfold in the tub, as it would get wet and not stay on. Therefore, I have decided that it is time for the blindfold to come off. My plan is to direct Josh to wank me while I am seated in the hot tub. This way, my dick will not be clearly visible at all as it will be underwater, but visible enough to start getting Joshie used to seeing my enormous slab of meat.
I put my toe in the water to check the temperature. I turned the heater on about thirty minutes ago, and my toe confirms that the water has already reached my favorite temperature.
I notice movement inside the house and see Josh enter the kitchen. It looks like he finally finished with Travis. I assume he is taking care of Travis' jizz, although I cannot tell for sure what he is doing from here. I decide to go inside the house to let Joshie know where to report for wank duty.
When I get to the kitchen, I see that my assumptions are correct. Josh is processing his harvest from Travis. I greet him and ask him how the session went.
Josh answers. There's a bit of hesitancy in his voice when he speaks.
"I guess it went ok, it was definitely different than what I expected, but all and all, I think it went well. We went for the full sixty minutes, and he had a really huge, umm, donation."
I struggle to keep from grinning. He clearly wanted to say huge cum, or huge orgasm, or huge jizz-plosion, but ok, I guess we will stick (pun intended) with "donation" for now. I reply as professionally and clinically as I can.
"Got it, so do you think there is something to this maturing thing?"
Josh nods affirmatively.
"I think so, I mean, I am not sure how much Travis normally cums, but he almost filled up this entire cup. It was insane how much he shot in there."
I am glad Josh is bought into the maturing concept; this will be fantastic when we switch to his mouth.
"So are you ready to get your maximum maturation sample from me?"
Josh responds affirmatively, although not nearly as eagerly as I think he should have.
"I guess it's now or never."
He smiles at me as if we are all in on the same joke. I smile back, feeling confident that he is wrong with his "now or never" quote. I am thinking more in the "now and soon daily" direction.
Or twice a day, obviously.
I speak up, changing the tone of my voice slightly. It's time for Josh to put out, and step one is for him to obediently begin following my directions.
"Ok dude, grab a clean cup for my donation. We don't wanna get my jizz mixed up with Travis' load."
Josh quickly grabs a clean cup from the cabinet. He really is great at following directions.
"All right, follow me Lil dude. We are heading outside."
I see a look of surprise on his face, but he does not protest. He follows me obediently to the hot tub.
I explain my plans as soon as we are outside. I make sure that my instructions don't sound negotiable. I am not here to make suggestions. I am here to tell him what to do.
"You are gonna mature me in the hot tub today. I love being in the water, and since we have a sixty-minute maturation session planned, I wanna be comfortable. Your sleeping mask is obviously not gonna work in the water, but I don't think we will need it today. I will be seated inside the hot tub, and when we have the bubbles going, you won't be able to see my junk at all."
Josh's mind is racing, and he is clearly a tad confused by this. He speaks up hesitantly.
"Ok, I understand. Can I run up to my room to change into my swimming shorts?"
Fuck no, you cannot, I think to myself. I have seen those baggy-ass swimming shorts of yours. They hide your phat girly bubble butt, and they are a no-go.
I respond calmly.
"Nah. I am ready to get started dude. Just dress down to your underwear this time. No need to waste time going upstairs. Let's get this load produced for your test."
Seconds. Submission happens within seconds. Microseconds even.
I see his resolve change. He clearly wants to say something like "come on, it won't even take a minute for me to run up there," but he doesn't. He either wants to please me in this moment, or he is desperate for my jizz and obeys out of fear of losing this load. I am ok with either one of these scenarios. Bottom line is that within about two seconds of me telling him his shorts are not an option, he takes off his shirt and shorts and stands before me in his boxer briefs.
This little dude has a tight bod. He really should start lifting with Travis and me. As short as he is, he will show muscle immediately. Right now, he has the lean muscle thing going. His abs are popping. Lil dude has a legit six-pack. He is facing me at the moment, so I do not see his booty pop in his boxer briefs, but I am confident I will get a good view sooner rather than later.
Joshie speaks up as I start getting in the tub.
"I know you don't want me to talk too much, or at all, I guess, once we get busy, so I thought I should say this in advance. I went out climbing earlier today, and I really went at it. I can tell that my forearm muscles are trying to cramp up on me, I am sure I can get the job done, but I may have to change hands throughout, you know, to give them some rest and stuff."
Josh, Josh, Josh. You have so much to learn still in life, don't you? The right thing to say would have been, my arms are tired; may I give you a nice slobbery blowjob for the next hour instead?
Oh well, we will get there. I can be a patient teacher when I need to be.
I respond matter of factly.
"No worries dude. Totally understandable. Now let's get started. Get in the water, and turn the bubbles on so I can take my shorts off."
Josh turns around and gets into the water. He gives me a truly fantastic look at his bubble butt as he turns around to push the button that starts the jets. I did not plan this at all, but I got inside the tub the furthest away from where the jet commands are. This is truly perfect because this program runs only ten minutes or so. If his ass looks this fine with his shorts still dry, I will be in for a great show in about ten minutes or so.
Josh turns around after turning the jets on. He looks at me expectantly. With the bubbles going, I lift my ass from the seat and calmly take my shorts off. I decide to hand them to my servant; there is no need for this at all, but it makes me feel in charge.
"Here you go dude. Go ahead and put those on the side of the tub."
I love seeing how nervous Joshie looks. He takes my shorts and puts them on the side of the hot tub. He turns back around, looking even more nervous now than he did five seconds ago. I feel a surge of power rush through me. My dick is instantly hard.
"Where would you like me?"
He pauses. Stops talking. I see a nervous twitch on his face.
Sir.
He almost ended that sentence with that word. "Where would you like me, SIR?" He didn't; he caught himself. But the tiny hesitation gave him away. This is great. This little dude is a big ole submissive by nature. I can smell it.
I speak up.
"Honestly dude, this is probably gonna be more about you finding the best position to massage me. Maybe get down right here in the middle of the tub so you are in front of me and have easy access to my tool?"
Josh nods and approaches me. His eye gaze has shifted down towards the water. He seems eager to get started. He is ready to get this over with.
He sticks his hands in the water and finds my cock on the first try. I mean, I guess it's hard to miss if you know what I mean. Or maybe Lil dude has extra great spatial awareness. Either way, cockboy has found my tool and immediately begins to slowly pump my meat.
I speak up and realize I am stating the obvious.
"Cool, looks like that wasn't too hard to find."
Josh doesn't respond, he continues pumping. He has great focus.
I continue.
"It's exactly three PM right now. I will keep an eye on my phone and make sure we finish right around four PM."
Josh nods.
I love how he is stroking my cock like this is the most normal thing in the world. Another great sign for the future blowjob/ass fucking goals.
My cock responds happily to the lovemaking. It stands up at full mast within seconds of Joshie caressing it. He settles into a steady rhythm, clearly remembering the lessons from our first session.
I enjoy the sensation of being in the water while being serviced. Yeah, I want his mouth on my cock, but his little hands feel fucking great. This is definitely an acceptable transition phase.
I see my phone light up and realize Travis has sent me another message. I reach to the side to retrieve my phone. It's not a pic this time, but an actual text message. I read the message right away. I am glad my miniature servant is in front of me. I don't need to worry about him seeing my screen.
Travis clearly had a very good cum judging by the tone of his message.
"DUDE, YOU NEED TO BUILD ON THE PROGRESS I MADE TODAY. I PUT THE ENTIRE HEAD OF MY DICK INSIDE HIS MOUTH. AND HE DID NOT SAY A WORD!"
I chuckle. Of course he didn't say a word. I know how big Travis' cock is. Speaking is challenging if not totally impossible once that thing is inside your mouth. Also, DUDE, what is up with the entire message in CAPS thing? Yeah, I am excited as well, but come on!
My phone vibrates again.
"DUDE, HE DIDN'T REALLY START SUCKING ME YET, BUT HE DID NOT PROTEST MY FUCKING COCKHEAD IN HIS MOUTH DUDE. YOU NEED TO CONTINUE WITH HIM RIGHT NOW. GET HIM TO START SUCKING YOU."
I start replying but notice the little bubble. Apparently, Travis has something to add.
"DUDE, HIS HANDS AND ARMS ARE TIRED FROM ROCK CLIMBING AND WANKING ME. YOU GOTTA USE THIS TO YOUR ADVANTAGE."
On cue, below me, Joshie switches hands. We are barely two- or three-minutes in. He must have hit the climbing wall really hard to be this fatigued. He's probably dehydrated as well. If only I could help him rehydrate somehow. Does jizz contain electrolytes?
I quickly type a reply to Travis. I congratulate him on the progress made, thank him for the advice on how to progress, and promise him I will continue progressing things. As I hit SEND, I notice that Joshie's left hand is finding a nice steady rhythm. His hand is towards the end of my pole, and it is giving the head of my dick some really excellent attention.
I notice that he moves his right hand and arm away from his body. He is trying to stretch the forearm muscles, which is of course impossible to do like this. You need both arms to properly stretch your forearms.
I decide to help. I am a helper. Always have been, always will be. I need to teach him a proper stretching technique. Which requires the use of both hands.
Hmmm, how can we continue the maturation process hands-free?
"Hey dude, I can tell you need to stretch your forearms. You know you are going to need both of your hands for this, right? The only way to really stretch those muscles is using your left hand to pull back your right hand and vice versa."
Josh nods. He knows this. He is trying to understand what this means for the planned sixty minutes of continuous maturation.
I continue.
"I know a way for you to stretch your arms and at the same time not interrupt the maturation process."
I see his face light up. This is fucking comical.
"I will get up and sit on the side of the hot tub. You will scoot towards me and put your knees on the seat. This way, your mouth is exactly in front of my dick. When you need to stretch your arms, open your mouth and close it around my dick."
Josh looks puzzled. A tiny bit fearful maybe. I am unsure. Also, who cares. This is the way things are going to go.
"When you close your lips around my cock and put a little pressure when you close your mouth, it will be like you are massaging my dick with your hands. This should protect the integrity of the sixty-minute maturation experiment."
He nods almost invisibly. A tiny movement of his head that I pick up on because I am paying very close attention to this little cocksucker. This is excellent. He is reasoning and apparently agreeing with me.
I finish my opening argument or something like that.
"The best part is that you can stretch your arms when you are holding my cock between your lips. When you are ready to resume, you take your mouth off my cock, and continue stroking me with your hands."
Joshie's facial expressions are a mixture of fear, shock, and confusion. I know he has a ton of questions, and if I give him time, I am sure he will start spouting them off. Which is not the plan. I decide to move quickly.
I start raising myself up. This will be the first time I will expose my boner to him, and he is getting a close-up look at that. I wonder how he will respond. Is he gonna stare, gasp, or shyly look away?
I sit down on the side of the hot tub. My boner stands up proudly above the water level. Josh lets go of it momentarily. His eyes are glued to my dick. I see a mixture of admiration and wistfulness.
Yes, Lil Josh, if you keep milking us, one day, you will grow a penis at least half the size of this....
"Let's go dude. We don't wanna mess up the sixty-minute experiment. Are you able to keep stroking, or do you need to stretch for a brief minute?"
Josh pushes up on his feet and moves forward, taking his spot on the seat that I just vacated. His mouth is perfectly lined up with my cock.
"I really need to stretch for a bit. I am kinda nervous about, you know, putting my mouth around your cock, but I agree it might be the only way to keep the maturation process going."
I really love how this dude thinks. I mean, I have two working hands, seems like theoretically, I could have just done a bit of stroking myself during those stretching breaks. But no, Joshie goes along with my narrative without questioning it in any way. What a great little follower you are, Joshie boy.
I decide to put him at ease as much as possible.
"Dude, I understand, but there's nothing to worry about. Just make sure you are not touching my dick with your teeth. My dick has been soaking here in the hot tub, so it's perfectly clean for you. Just give it a try, dude, and remember, as soon as you finish stretching your arms, you can resume stroking."
Josh nods and moves his head forward tentatively. If there was a prize somewhere for the most gullible individual on earth, Josh would win it hands down.
He opens his mouth as wide as he can and engulfs the head of my cock. I encourage him, knowing that he needs positive feedback at this time.
"That's good dude. Now close your mouth around the shaft so that my dick stays nice and warm while you are stretching your arms."
Josh does as he's told, closing his mouth around my cock. The pressure of his lips feels good, and the warmth and wetness of his mouth feel fucking great. Even though he is not really blowing me yet, this is a great handjob enhancer.
Upon closing his mouth, Joshie quickly raises his hands and starts to stretch his right forearm and then his left. The entire thing is over in about twenty seconds. He does not do much of a stretch. He stretches just long enough to get the acute cramping out.
He removes his mouth from my schlong and resumes stroking. I realize he was probably holding his breath for the entire twenty-second ordeal. I am glad to notice that instead of opening wide, he removes his mouth by giving me a nice full suck.
Aww, baby's first dick suck!
I decide to stay on the side of the tub instead of sitting back down in the water. I am hopeful there will be more cramping episodes.
While I am obviously sad the entire deal went by this quickly, I am extremely optimistic. While he does not seem to get any enjoyment out of holding my schlong inside his warm and wet little mouth, he clearly is not freaked out by it the way most straight dudes would be. He wants our jizz badly enough to treat this as more of a nuisance, the cost of doing business, one could say. I see a great future for this little cocksucker, as well as for my rock-hard dick.
Let's hope that forearm muscle fatigue sets back in soon.
I don't have to wait long. Josh resumes stroking with his right hand, but just a couple of minutes in, he already gives out again and switches to the left. Dang, this dude must have hit it hard in the gym this morning. I guess stroking Travis for an hour earlier today is contributing as well.
After just two or three minutes of stroking with the left hand, I can tell by his grip that he is struggling already. This is my opportunity.
"Hey dude, I can tell that you are struggling again. I really think you need to stretch a bit longer next time. I think you stretched only for like ten seconds on each side earlier, which is clearly not giving you the relief you are looking for."
Josh nods. He looks up at me, his eyes pleading for help. He struggles not to stare at my cock. He knows I will suggest a solution that involves his juicy lips and the inside of his mouth. In a different universe, where tiny-cock-Josh is not the big sub that he is, he could be suggesting a solution of his own. But thankfully, that is not the universe we are currently in. He is waiting for me to come up with something. And he already knows he is going to say yes to it.
I wanna tell him to start blowing me, but I know that he needs a bit more buildup to that. Patience, Taylor, patience.
"Dude, you need to make sure that you stretch each side for at least thirty seconds. If you do it as quickly as you did that first time, you won't get a lasting benefit at all."
Josh nods. Sheepishly. Submissively.
"We need to think of a way to count to thirty slowly while you're holding my dick inside your mouth."
He responds quickly, without careful thought.
"What do you suggest? I mean, once your dick is in my mouth, it becomes kinda hard to count out loud, you know?"
Dude, are you really gonna make things this easy? I gave you every chance in the world. You could have said, "I will tap my foot slowly." Or, "I'll hum one to thirty instead of saying the actual words." Or you could have just asked me to, well, grab the phone that is less than a foot away from me and use the timer or stopwatch function on it.
Instead, you are asking me to make a suggestion. Okidoki, challenge accepted. I respond calmly, making sure my voice is not revealing the excitement I feel inside.
"You are right, it is not polite to talk when your mouth is full."
A tiny grin. A cocksucker with a sense of humor. Or at least one who laughs at my puns. Great combo.
"How about this? Once my dick is inside your mouth, and you close your lips on it, you count by putting a bit of pressure on it with your lips. Just a gentle squeeze with your lips. To be sure, we don't want any teeth. Just your lips closing a bit firmer. Seems like that would be an easy way to slowly count to thirty."
I pause briefly. The idea is absurd of course, but I am confident he will do it because I don't think he will think of anything else in the moment.
"Obviously, you are welcome to come up with another approach."
He looks up at me. His eyes are begging me to come up with a better idea than this. He won't come up with an alternative after I planted this vivid image. I can tell he is not able to remove this picture from his mind.
He will give me a nice pre-blowjob massage with his juicy lips. I decide to move things forward. No need to give him time to think of an easier solution.
"Ok dude, let's get you back into the stretching position."
I mean, I could have said let's get my cock back inside your mouth, but why state the obvious?
Josh obediently raises his body back up, opening his mouth to welcome in my happy schlong. He quickly closes his mouth around the shaft, just behind the head of my cock. We will start working on depth soon enough. Let's stay focused on the task at hand.
"Cool you are in the start position dude. Give it a bit of a squeeze and remember to use only your lips."
Josh obeys and tentatively squeezes his lips down on my shaft. He is extremely gentle and, importantly, manages to ensure that there is absolutely no contact with his teeth at all.
Although this is not at all like an actual blowjob yet, his lips gently massaging my dick feel great. The fact that he was so willing to do this in the first place is the most priceless feeling of all.
I count the gentle squeezes inside my head as I watch him stretch his right forearm. Although I have a bit of a conflict of interest here, I know I gave him good advice stretching-wise. The thirty-second stretch clearly gets more into the tissue.
After exactly thirty gentle squeezes, Josh switches hands, now pulling his left hand back with his right. He immediately starts "counting" off the seconds again with his mouth. I decide it is time for a tiny adjustment.
I speak up.
"Hey dude."
Josh freezes mid-count aka lips-squeeze.
"Open your mouth for me for one sec, I wanna move my cock just a bit. Those thirty squeezes you did all went to the same part of my dick, I wanna divide the pressure a bit."
Josh opens his mouth obediently. He glances up at me for a brief second. His facial expression is a mixture of understanding my need for this adjustment with a small side of humiliation for being in the position he is in.
Understandable. Nothing to be concerned about. No trace of protest or rebellion detected.
While I originally planned to push my cock a bit further inside his mouth, I realize in the moment that there is a better option.
"Ok dude, go ahead and move your mouth a little bit further down my shaft."
Without any hesitation, Lil Josh moves his mouth down a bit. Damn, this dude is crazy obedient.
"Cool, go ahead and stretch your other hand dude."
Joshie promptly switches hands, now pushing the left hand back with his right hand. He dutifully resumes gently massaging my shaft, a bit down from where he did his first series. I enjoy the sensations. I feel his tongue on the bottom of my cockhead. It appears to be exploring the bottom of my dick. I am certain this is an instinctive and completely unplanned bonus behavior. It reminds me of how my tongue always goes on an exploration journey when I am at the dentist. Not planned, totally involuntarily. His tongue feels great.
After thirty gentle and pleasurable squeezes, Joshie moves his mouth off my cock, and resumes stroking. I glance at my phone. We are less than fifteen minutes in. I wonder how long he will last this time.
The longer stretching apparently has a positive effect, as Josh lasts for a full five minutes with his right hand. Surprisingly, just two minutes in, the left one seems to give out. Josh has a visible cramp in his left arm, abruptly letting go of my dick and pulling his left hand back quickly with his right hand to stop the cramp.
He speaks up apologetically.
"I am sorry, I didn't think this through. I made a huge mistake working out the way I did. I am really trying to make this work, this sixty-minute test matters a lot to me."
I know it does. It matters a lot to me as well.
I speak up. I notice an almost fatherly tone in my voice. No fucking idea where this is coming from.
"I know you are trying to make it work dude. We will get through these sixty minutes together. Here's what I think we need to do; your arms are clearly needing more of a break at this point. We don't wanna interrupt the maturation process, so I think the best way forward for you now is to take a longer stretching break and to continue maturing my cock with your mouth."
No "yes" or "no." Just a confused look up at me.
"I think you need to stretch for at least five minutes total. You can go back and forth between left and right, you know, stretch for fifteen to twenty seconds on one side, switch sides, repeat. But you should do at least five minutes total to control this cramping issue."
No protest. No questions. His expression is kinda vacant at the moment.
"Here's what we'll do. Take my dick back inside your mouth. To keep the maturation process going, close your lips as you did earlier. This time, instead of squeezing my cock with your lips in the same spot over and over, make small up and down movements. That way, my dick will think you are gently massaging it with your hands. It should be the same effect as far as the maturation experiment goes."
And it will feel WAY better to me!
Josh moves forward without protest. He is in physical pain due to his rock climbing, and he is in emotional pain due to his fear of messing up this experiment. He needs my spunk badly. He will do whatever he needs to do.
Josh raises back up to the level of my cock, opens his mouth wide, and closes down gently. He stalls out, apparently waiting for further instructions from me.
"Cool dude, you are ready to go. Just start sliding up and down."
He pauses for another couple of seconds, processing what's happening. I know these seconds are critical. I consider putting my hand behind his head to guide him towards movement but decide against it. He needs to come to this on his terms. I want him to voluntarily suck my boner.
Josh rewards my patience by slowly, tentatively moving his lips down on my cock. His mouth feels great, his lips feel as juicy as they look. I am impressed by his ability to multitask. As he slowly starts giving me what I assume to be his first blowjob to another human being, he starts to carefully stretch his arms.
I decide he needs immediate positive feedback, so I speak up.
"This is great dude; your mouth feels almost exactly like your hands would. I am certain this will be perfect for your maturation experiment. Maybe to make it more realistic, increase the range a bit. That's right, go down a bit more, and then pull back up a bit further as well."
I register an immediate physical response. This dude really knows how to obey. Or maybe he really loves to please. Or is he this fucking desperate for this load? Either way, I feel a change on my cock right away. Joshie increases the range by at least a third of an inch in both directions.
It feels fantastic.
I continue my immediate feedback cycle. I know he needs all the encouragement he can get right now.
"Yeah, that feels like you are maturing my cock and my load for real. Keep this up dude. I will keep track of time on my phone. I'll give you five minutes to really stretch your arms. Your hands and arms should be better after a longer stretch."
I glance at my phone to take note of the time. I notice a message from Travis. I quickly check it.
Travis's message is short and to the point.
"Dude, I just looked out of my bedroom window. Is he sucking your cock???"
A second message comes in before I have a chance to reply.
"Also, no blindfold??????"
Lol, It looks like he is pretty stoked about what he is seeing from his bedroom window.
I quickly reply.
"Yeah dude, he told me he has been fantasizing about my cock ever since we started all this, and he wants to start sucking me at least three times per day."
Before Travis has time to reply, I quickly send another message.
"He also said your dick is ugly, and he would prefer not to ever touch it again."
Travis replies quickly.
"Dude, you are stupid, he might be warming up on that stick of yours, but you and I both know my cock is the real deal. Anyway, enjoy the blowjob dude. This is major!"
I refocus on the here and now and realize I never really took note of the time. I am sure two or three minutes have passed at this point. Joshie has found a nice steady rhythm; his lips are moving up and down my shaft with excellent pacing and pressure.
I decide to set a timer for six minutes. I am pretty sure that Josh won't protest a few extra minutes. There's really no way for him to know for sure, and so far, he hasn't shown himself to be the kind of dude that does a lot of protesting.
I am taking in the nice warm sensation of his mouth. As good as this feels, I realize there is room for improvement. I speak up.
"Hey dude, go ahead and keep going. You have about three minutes left."
Three, six, who's counting? Not Josh obviously.
I continue.
"I went ahead and set a timer. Just keep maturing with your mouth until you hear the timer, and then you can switch back to your hands."
There is not a single lie in that sentence. Josh nods his head to express understanding. He doesn't miss a beat blowing me. This dude is talented.
"I have just one more suggestion to ensure we do the maturation correctly. When I, you know, mature myself, I always make sure to include the head of my dick while I am stroking. There's a lot of nerve endings in that thing, so you wanna include it for sure to make sure that you are really cooking up a quality cum."
Josh slows down his up-and-down movement slightly. He's listening and processing. Hmm, maybe he would benefit from more direct instruction.
"I'll show you what I mean dude. Just follow my lead."
Without giving him more time to think, I move my hands to the side of his head and guide his up-and-down movement toward longer strokes. I make sure we move up all the way to the tip of the head of my dick. I also guide his mouth down a bit more toward the base of my cock. I don't go all the way down yet. With this being his first experience blowing me, I don't want him to start gagging on my cock yet. I think that's more of a second or third-date activity.
Joshie, as always, is obediently going along to get along. He keeps his lips perfectly sealed on my knob and settles into a new rhythm seemingly effortlessly. In addition to giving me excellent head, he continues to gently stretch his forearms. I am thankful for rock climbing and poor hydration.
I sit back and enjoy his gentle and loving care. I cannot believe how quickly and easily we are progressing. When Travis and I came up with our scheme, we assumed it would be months before we would feel his juicy lips on our tools. Now, we are barely four weeks in, and we are on the BJ fast track.
I am sad to hear my phone's alarm. Josh immediately removes his mouth from my cock and resumes stroking.
I check my phone. We are just under thirty minutes from our sixty minutes goal. I am sure I will get at least one more go at his. In fact, if his hands and forearms keep cramping the way they have been, I will get at least two more blowjobs.
It looks like the BJ Gods are on my side today.
Barely two minutes in, Joshie switches from his right hand to his left hand. This dude is completely spent and probably super dehydrated, and I am minutes if not seconds away from him putting his mouth back where it belongs.
As expected, his left-hand fares no better than his right. About three minutes in, he is visibly cramping again. I decide to make a bet with myself. I bet that he will put his juicy lips on my knob without any further instruction from me.
I should have put some serious money on this damn bet.
Josh looks up at me as he removes his left hand, visibly in pain from muscle cramping. I don't say a word but answer his glance up at me with an expression of calm, concern, and empathy. His eyes dart from my face to my cock. When he looks back up at me, I give him a small nod.
It's all he needs.
He raises up, puts his mouth on my cock, and resumes sucking me gently.
Despite being dehydrated from his workout, his mouth continues to be wonderfully wet and warm. His lips are sliding up and down my dick with ease. I feel on top of the world.
Below me, Josh is multi-tasking, gently stretching his forearms.
I realize we didn't agree on a set amount of time for this go-around. I quickly consider the different options.
I can propose a ten-minute stretch break since the five-minute break we took earlier did not give his muscles the recovery it was supposed to. A ten-minute suck session will get us close to the forty-five-minute mark. This means I will likely get another go at his mouth if his arms keep failing him the way they currently are.
Alternatively, I could just let him go on sucking without messing around with his cramping hands anymore. This option could result in him blowing me for the remainder of our sixty-minute date.
I decide that this second option is clearly the best one for all involved. His mouth feels way better on my dick than his hands do, so it's a clear win for me. Additionally, Josh is clearly in pain every time he tries to use his hands to wank me, so really, the sucking is better for him as well.
Feeling good about the careful consideration I am giving to all available options, I sit back and enjoy the oral lovemaking below me. Josh is a hard worker. I realize that while he is not getting any joy out of blowing me, he is clearly a perfectionist who takes pride in his work. He is thorough and methodical in the way he is mouth-massaging my tool. I think that in his head, he is making this into the perfect sixty-minute maturation experiment.
I am glad to see this work ethic. Travis and I have pretty big plans for our sex toy, and a solid work ethic will help a lot.
After about ten minutes of nonstop high-quality head, I realize Josh is slowing down slightly. I look down. Josh is looking at me with a questioning look. He continues blowing me, but there is a tentativeness to it.
I am 99% sure I know why he is doing this. I grab my phone before I address him.
"Seems like we have about ten minutes left. You wanna try your hands one more time, or do you wanna finish the experiment with your mouth? Honestly, we may get a better result if we stick with your mouth. It will give us better continuity than going back and forth with your arms and hands cramping all the time."
I am phrasing this as a question. But I am confident that Josh and I both know that I mostly just notified him that we were going to finish with his perfect mouth. Also, I am proud of myself for using "we" and "us." This is a team effort, and I wanna remind Josh that I am not just here to get a fantastic blow job. I am here to help!
My approach works.
Again.
Josh nods, which feels great to my cock. He lowers his gaze and settles in for the last ten minutes. He never even removes my cock from his mouth to answer my question.
I double-check my phone. It's actually another fifteen minutes, not ten. Oh well, who's counting?
I sit back, enjoy the great head, and start to think about finishing. I really want him to get me off with his mouth. To do so, he needs to speed up his pace significantly, or I need to start face-fucking him.
I decide against the second option, even though that is my preferred one. We are making enormous progress today. I don't wanna jeopardize it by going too fast. I don't think Blow-Josh is ready for a full-on face fucking session yet.
I decide that Joshie deserves a chance to deliver his first hands-free cum. I speak up, making sure to start with the most important instruction first.
"Ok dude, keep doing what you're doing, and also, try to listen up."
Message received so far, as Blow-Josh continues to suck at our established pace while also clearly shifting his attention to me.
I continue.
"I am thinking ahead to cumming, and I thought I'd share my thoughts with you. I am pretty sure you will be able to get me off with your mouth. Basically, if you keep doing exactly what you are doing but do it faster, I think you will make me cum."
I make sure I am using very matter-of-fact language with him. This is not about sexual pleasure; this is about producing a cum that is needed to be analyzed because Blow-Josh wants to grow.
Period.
Josh continues doing what he is doing. He's processing. And potentially waiting for clearer directions.
I can help.
"So maybe you can start speeding up a bit, and I can tell you whether, you know, it's hitting right?"
Yes he can.
Yes he does.
Josh immediately changes the pace at which he is sucking me. I am sure part of this is him being ready to collect this load that he has been working so hard for. I am also sensing that part of this is his personality. This dude takes pride in being good at shit. Like his rock climbing. And the crazy shit he does with his skateboard.
I make a mental note to talk to Travis about this. Blow-Josh likes to be challenged.
Josh is speeding up to a good solid pace. Luckily, he is forgetting to pull all the way up. If he was paying attention to the head of my dick, I think I would be creaming already.
I glance at my phone and realize we are close enough.
I grab the cup we brought for collecting our specimen. I wanna blow my load into his mouth really badly. I am obviously not going to, today that is. It's a miracle he has progressed to blowing me this quickly. I don't wanna scare him by blowing a full load into his throat.
That said, I have a sense that I can give him a tiny taste of my jizz. Just an appetizer. Maybe even more like an amuse-bouche instead of a full appetizer.
Josh is ready to finish.
He is on my cock like his life, and not just his cock-length, depends on it. I feel a bit of drool escaping his mouth as he chomps down on my tool.
I decide to give him a bit more guidance.
"This feels great dude. Just one more thing. To get me off, make sure you pull all the way up and give a lot of attention to the head of my dick. That's the way to my heart, and with heart, I obviously mean a big jizz-plosion."
Blow-Josh responds immediately, pulling up and lengthening his up-and-down movements. In addition, I feel his tongue on my dickhead. Dang, this dude is not just focused as fuck; he's also getting creative.
I egg him on, trying to hold back my cum, knowing I will soon fail happily.
"Fuck yeah dude, that feels great. Tighten up your mouth just a bit more. Suck that juice out of my cock."
Blow-Josh immediately increases the pressure on my dick. He continues licking the head, which proves that he was meant to be a cocksucker all along. I did not instruct him to use his tongue like that. He gets all the cocksucker credit for that one.
I am getting closer and closer. I am imagining my jizz disappearing into his little boy throat. The image of Joshie gagging on my jizz starts to send me over the falls.
"Fuck yeah, I am gonna cum, keep going, don't stop, milk this jizz out of me."
Josh doubles down on my cock, licking and sucking at a frantic pace. I see the muscles in his neck tense up, probably because it just hit him that I might blow my entire load into his little belly.
I need him to feel safe getting me off.
"Don't worry dude, I have our little cup right here. I will collect our sample as planned."
This is what he needed to hear. He raises his body up a bit higher, takes a super deep breath, and starts chomping down on my cock like a fucking crazy person.
This bitch is gonna suck a load out of me within the next seconds.
"Fuuuuuck yeah. Keep doing this. Fuck, this feels fucking great. Ahhh."
I grab the cup we brought to collect my jizz. I am about to shoot. I know I probably shouldn't do this, but I decide at that moment that I am gonna shoot my first volley right inside his hungry little mouth.
I am gonna mark my bitch.
Just one shot.
"I'm almost there, keep sucking, fuck yeah, lick the head like that, dang, I cannot believe how good your mouth feels, fuuuuuuck."
I'm about to jizz. My nuts are pulling up, signaling that glorious moment of orgasmic inevitability. I have the collection cup in my right hand, ready to catch the huge load I am about to shoot.
"Fuck yeah, almost there, fuck yeah, suck me bitch, almost there, almost there."
I shoot a big volley of jizz inside Josh's hardworking mouth. It's a well-deserved reward for the incredible effort this bitch put forth. I quickly pull out and aim for the cup. My dick fires rope after rope of cum into the cup.
I see Josh below me with his mouth open, unsure what to do with the little present I put on his tongue. Seeing my jizz inside his mouth makes me cum even harder into the cup. I am a heavy cummer most of the time, but this one is one of my biggest loads yet. I am having an incredible orgasm. All thanks to Blow-Josh, who again looks up at me for guidance.
I finish cumming and switch gears. My bitch needs instructions. Or at least encouragement.
"Dang dude, you gave me a fucking amazing cum just now. It looks like I spilled a bit of it inside your mouth. If I were you, I'd swallow that up. I mean, you can't add it to the cup, cuz then my jizz sample is gonna have your saliva all over it all of a sudden."
Not even a full second. No need to overthink this.
Josh closes his mouth and swallows big. He should have swished it around a bit to properly savor my essence. Oh well, there will be lots of future opportunities for this.
I hand him the cup with my jizz. His eyes are wide, a look of excitement, joy, and I think a bit of pride. Yep Blow-Josh, you made this happen, and you did a great job.
Josh speaks up.
"So, I am gonna go ahead and bag your sample right away. Are you and Travis gonna produce the third load of the day by yourselves since that one doesn't get extra maturation?"
Hmmm, after this experience, I really don't wanna jack myself off ever again if I could be honest. That said, within the narrative we've built, it makes sense for us to rub out that final quickie of the day.
"I'll double-check with Travis, but yeah, we will probably take care of that final one ourselves dude."
Josh nods and gets out. I cannot help but check out his juicy butt in his wet boxer briefs. Damn, I just had one of the best cums of my life, and now all I can think of is how to get inside that phat girly ass.
Oh well, all in due time.
I grab my phone as Josh grabs a towel and heads inside. Travis has sent just another message.
"Dude, you did a great job. Let's talk once you come down from that cum dude. We have got some planning to do ASAP. After watching you and him go at it, there is no fucking way I am going back to a handjob."
I get out and wrap a towel around my naked body. Today was a good day, and I am feeling very optimistic about bigger and better things to cum.