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Chapter 14 - Josh
"Dear hopeful grower. It is our absolute pleasure to report the results of the analysis of the semen samples of your truly unique pair of donors to you."
I am in my room. Today is Tuesday. It's been forty-eight hours since we mailed in all the sperm samples we harvested on "Six-Sample-Saturday." I just opened the email that Small No More sent. I am astonished at how quickly they turned around the results.
I read on.
"We tested all your samples twice. We took this course of action because frankly, your donors? Human Growth Hormone scores are quite literally 'off the charts.' We completed the second round of testing to validate the scores we obtained in the first round."
I don't know how to interpret any of this. "Off the charts" doesn't sound like an actual test result. I continue reading as fast as I can.
"We are happy to share that congratulations are in order. You are currently receiving pharmaceutical-grade, naturally sourced Human Growth Hormone. Your donors have the highest quality sperm we have ever observed in our lab!"
Wow. I did not see that coming. Or should I say cumming.
I am trying to feel excited about this news, but there is an immediate thought that pops up in my head. If their jizz is so great, why haven't my scores increased yet?
I keep reading. Surely, this question will get answered.
"Your donors' samples are truly remarkable. They have extremely high concentrations of Human Growth Hormone per milliliter. We measured a Human Growth Hormone Ratio of 1.5 mcg/ml in the early morning sample as well as in the maximum maturation sample. For context, the average ratio in the population of the United States is 0.8 mcg/ml. Your donors' ejaculate has almost twice the amount of Human Growth Hormone we typically observe."
I speed up my reading. This matters obviously, but they are burying the lead. What does all this mean to me? How will this make my micro grow? I read on.
"Again, you have truly won the Donor Lottery with this unique pair of volunteers. Their cum is unusually potent. In fact, the levels observed in their early morning and fully matured loads contain as much Human Growth Hormone as starter dosages of our synthetically produced medicinal grade Human Growth Hormone supplement."
Wow. This really is great news. I would never have guessed that I could get to a dosage level similar to what they would have prescribed me if I had better insurance.
I keep going.
"Samples one and two provided similar results, however, both of your donors showed significant decreases in Human Growth Hormone levels for sample number three. This was the ejaculate produced shortly after the fully matured one. As we mentioned in previous communications, this is completely within expectations."
This is a good news/bad news thing for me. I am obviously glad to learn about the high Human Growth Hormone levels they demonstrated in their fully matured levels. That said, this also confirms that in the weeks before we did this test, I have been harvesting low Human Growth Hormone loads, as we did not mature at all, and all of them were at the end of the day, likely after they had already relieved themselves a time or two.
I read on. I feel on edge.
"Now that we have established the extremely high quality of the sperm you are harvesting, it is time for us to make a dosage recommendation. We caution that the level of harvesting we are recommending might be too extreme for your donors, and we encourage you to be thoughtful when you approach them with this proposal."
I am holding my breath as I read on. Are they going to recommend ten loads per donor, per day? How much Human Growth Hormone will I need to ingest into this tiny body of mine to start seeing results? I feel my mini sausage swell. I think it's the anticipation. My micro is weird that way.
"We recommend that for the next fourteen days, you harvest and self-administer two donations per donor, per day. All donations must be optimized for therapeutically beneficial levels of Human Growth Hormone."
Wow, this is less than I feared. I was afraid they would suggest three or four wanks per donor per day. I breathe a sigh of relief. My tiny boner is now rock-hard and asking for attention. I move my left hand down into my shorts and give my breakfast sausage a squeeze.
"For the test period, you should develop a structured harvesting schedule with your donors. Since early-morning donations do not need extensive maturing, harvesting early-morning cums will save you and your donors significant time. Adding a fully matured load later in the day will get you to the recommended dosage. As a reminder, our definition of a fully matured load is a donation that results from a minimum of twenty minutes of maturing."
Dang, this doesn't sound as bad as I feared. If Travis and Taylor take care of their morning quickie themselves, I just have forty minutes of hand-job duty per day. That is if I can convince them to stick with hand jobs. My sixty-minute session with Taylor went sideways a bit. Actually, it went sideways a lot because my arms gave out from climbing that day. I ended up doing some of the maturing by massaging his dick with my lips. It got dangerously close to me giving him a blowjob. I hope they will agree to stick with hand jobs going forward.
I read on.
"Once you complete your fourteen-day, four-harvests-per-day experiment, you will send us another urine sample. We will analyze your Human Growth Hormone levels to assess whether you are benefitting from the four loads per day dosage level."
I slow down massaging my micro. I'm already close to cumming. I have been jacking off like crazy lately. The fact that I am legit hoping to see some growth in my micro has me thinking about dicks, jacking off, getting blown by a hot girl, fucking the shit out of a hot girl all day every day.
The message ends with some heartfelt well wishes.
"We truly believe that you have a great chance of success with your current pair of donors. We are rooting for you here at Small No More. We have worked with so many hopeful growers who had donors with terribly low Human Growth Hormone levels. We are excited for you, and we are looking forward to seeing your next urine sample and hopefully increased Human Growth Hormone levels in your system as well!"
I feel emotional. That last paragraph got to me. It feels weird that somewhere thousands of miles away, a team of scientists is rooting for me, a person they have never met and likely never will meet.
I close my laptop and consider my options. I need to come up with a strategy to talk to Travis and Taylor. I am worried that they will expect more than just a hand job due to the way that things went down with Taylor in the pool.
I decide that my best bet is to go back to the advice from Small No More when I first approached Travis. The Small No More team explained that it was important for me to emphasize that I was not proposing to have gay sex with him. Rather, I am harvesting a medicinal hormone that I desperately need for a legitimate medical condition. I hope that I can convince them to stick with hand jobs.
I get up to leave but realize that my micro is still hard as a rock. I need to get off before I go downstairs. I grab a tissue and start wanking. I imagine making love to Angie. In my fantasy, I am fucking her missionary style. She is moaning loudly, shouting out how good my enormous six-inch stick feels inside her. Within two minutes, I blow a load into the tissue.
I cannot wait to have six inches in real life.
I head downstairs and find Travis and Taylor in their happy place, the home gym. It looks like today is a leg day for them. Both of them are shirtless, as always, and both of them are wearing shorts that are cut shorter than the longer and baggier shorts they normally wear. They always wear these on the days they work out legs. I guess they want shorter shorts to make sure they can squat full range and don't have any movement restrictions due to clothing items.
Travis seems to be in a great mood.
"Hey there little dude. Are you joining us to give your legs a good beating?"
I don't really want to, but I am not sure whether this was meant as a real question. It sounded more like a conclusion, a statement of fact.
"Hmm, sure, I guess. I was hoping to talk to you guys about the message I got from Small No More."
Taylor responds.
"Perfect, we can talk and do squats at the same time. Now before you start, let's discuss our dress code here. As you see, we are wearing proper shorts and shoes, as one does in a place of workout. That said, shirts are not allowed in this gym."
Hmmm, I don't love this dress code. I am someone who feels more comfortable in baggy clothes. For me going shirtless is not something I would choose. That said, Travis did not present the dress code as optional. He gave me an instruction to follow.
I decide to play along and take my shirt off without arguing. Both Taylor and Travis hoot in enthusiastic approval.
Travis speaks up.
"Ok, now that we have your upper body fixed, we need to discuss your choice of shorts. As you can see, Taylor and I wear running shorts on leg day. This is because baggy shorts can get in the way of having truly excellent form. You really cannot do legs correctly unless you are wearing the right shorts. Did you happen to bring a pair of short shorts with you?"
I did not bring a pair of shorts with me, because I had no idea I was going to work out, and even if I had known that, I wouldn't have known about this dress code. I do have to admit that I kinda get their point though. Working out really is all about perfecting your form.
The problem is that I don't currently own a single pair of short shorts. All my shorts are knee-length, and most of them are pretty baggy at that.
I decide to voice my concern.
"I don't own a pair of shorts like the ones you guys are wearing. Maybe I can keep these on for today?"
Taylor responds right away.
"I don't think that is a good idea. We really need to be able to see your form, especially during squats. I assume you are wearing underwear under those baggy shorts, yes?"
I nod.
"Perfect. Problem solved. Just take off your shorts. You can work out in your underwear today dude."
I hesitate. I already agreed with working out shirtless. I don't think that working out in my boxer briefs is a good idea.
Travis joins in.
"Dude, Taylor is right. I am pretty sure that your underwear is going to cover about as much surface as our shorts, if not more. Let's go dude. It's your turn to show us some squats. How about twenty deep ones, just body weight plus the bar, but no added weights. That should get you warmed up."
I put on a brave face and speak up. I must keep them in a good mood, knowing I am about to ask them to start donating two times per day.
"Ok, if you guys insist, I'll go along with your advice."
I take my shorts off and place them on top of my t-shirt. I feel naked wearing just my boxer briefs. The pair I am wearing today fits me super tight around my butt. Thankfully, it is not super tight on the front of my body. I hope it will not be obvious that I have no bulge to speak of.
"All right dude, give us twenty, and remember, if the form is not perfect, the squat doesn't count."
I place the bar on my shoulders and complete twenty squats, receiving praise from both muscle jocks. Travis is especially vocal. He really is a coach by nature.
"Dude, your squats are clean as fuck, very impressive form. I can tell that you know how to activate your gluteal muscles. You're not just using your quads, which is great."
I feel proud upon completing my warm-up set.
Taylor steps up to the bar after I place it back on the large rack. He puts ninety pounds of weight on both sides. Damn, that dude is serious.
Travis moves behind Taylor and positions himself closely behind his best friend. I realize he is spotting him as Taylor is taking on a challenging amount of weight.
He speaks up, never letting his eyes move from Taylor's movements.
"So, what did the message from Small No More say? Did Taylor and I pass the jizz-test?"
I answer honestly, still breathing a bit fast after doing my warm-up set.
"You sure did! The message said that they've never had a sample that had as much Human Growth Hormone as yours did. They said that I had won the donor lottery."
I feel funny sharing this news the way I just did. It's so crazy. Yeah, your balls are full of high-quality cum. Congratulations!
Taylor continues his set. His quadriceps muscles are popping out. It's amazing how much definition and volume he has in his leg muscles.
Travis answers.
"That's great squirt. I had assumed that Taylor's jizz would end up containing some kind of toxic waste, so I am surprised and happy for you dude."
Taylor racks the bar after completing his set. He is laughing out loud. Looks like he is not too offended by Travis' "toxic waste" joke. He turns to me, as he and Travis change the weights on the bar.
"So, what does this mean for you exactly?"
They both take off 45 pounds on each side, leaving 45 pounds per side on the bar. Travis looks at me, inviting me to the same spot that Taylor just used.
I step over, unsure whether I should answer their question or start my squats. I doubt that I can do both.
Travis seems to read my mind.
"Keep Taylor's question in mind for just a minute squirt. Let's whip out a good set of squats first. I will spot you to make sure you keep your balance and have great form."
I grab the weighted bar from the rack and plant my feet. Travis kneels behind me. Instead of towering over me, we are now roughly the same height. He positions himself extremely close to me. I can sense his body heat, and I get a whiff of the smell of his sweat.
Taylor lines up on my left side. From the way he positions himself, I assume he is planning to closely observe me from the side.
Wow, how lucky am I? Two coaches for the price of one.
I start my reps. Travis reminds me to keep my weight in my heels, arch my back, and push my butt back as far as I can. I am not super challenged by the weight and I am completing the set with perfect form.
Taylor agrees with my self-assessment.
From the corner of my eyes, I can see him lean in. He speaks up with enthusiasm.
"Josh, you have perfect fucking form dude. Your head's up, your back is perfectly arched, and your bubble butt is going to pop Travis right off his feet if you squat down any deeper."
I am not sure whether he means this as an encouragement or a warning, but as he says this, I sense my butt making contact with Travis. I am not sure what part of his body I am touching, but I am slightly annoyed with him being this close to me.
I feel myself pausing slightly before resuming. Travis apparently notices and immediately speaks up.
"Keep going dude, ignore Taylor, and don't worry about bumping into me. That just means you are killing it with your form. I am close to you because I am ensuring that you are doing this set safely."
I take another deep squat. At the bottom of the rep, I make contact with Travis again. With him being on his knees the way he is, I fear that my butt is lined up perfectly with his crotch. I really hope I am wrong. I don't think me grinding my butt back into Travis' crotch is a good idea, especially being dressed in only my boxer briefs.
I finish the set, grinding into Travis on all four of my final four reps. Neither him nor Taylor seem to think of this as unusual or problematic. I breathe a sigh of relief when I put the bar back on the rack. I am not all that fatigued, but I am overjoyed that I finished that awkward set.
Travis and Taylor add two extra 45-pound weights back onto both sides of the bar, increasing their total weight (bar included) to well over 300 lbs. Travis gets into position. He turns to me as he gets ready to grab the bar.
"So other than telling you that our jizz is off the charts, what did they tell you to do going forward?"
Weird how he uses the exact same language from the Small No More message. Such a crazy coincidence.
I respond as Travis starts his set.
"Well, this time, they want me to harvest two loads from each one of you per day. Their advice is that the first load we harvest is when you first get up, pretty much just like we did last Saturday. Then the second one needs to be matured for at least twenty minutes. They want me to do this for exactly fourteen days. Once the fourteen days are completed, I send in another pee sample, and they assess whether it's working."
Travis completes his set, and both are apparently processing this. His form is amazing. Despite the massive amount of weight, he squats down almost to the floor and does so apparently effortlessly.
After he finishes and racks the bar, he speaks up, panting slightly from the impressive set he just did.
"Well, this all sounds logical. I don't see any issue with us taking care of our morning loads."
He shifts eye contact to Taylor.
"I don't know about you, but my morning wood demands a cum every single day before I even go piss, and it takes me all of about a minute or two to rub my morning one out."
Taylor nods and responds.
"Same here dude. No worries about the morning one. We got you covered there."
There's an awkward silence after Taylor finishes his sentence. There is something wrong with this sentence. Does "no worries about the morning one" imply that there are "worries" about the afternoon one?
I am unsure how to break the silence and am relieved when Travis speaks up.
"So, Taylor and I talked about the maturation thing. We had a feeling that your advisors were going to prescribe something like what you just said."
I feel a sense of surprise. Who knew that they were this invested in my growth journey?
"Taylor told me that you, you know, pretty much blew him when you guys did the fully matured sample thing."
I did not "pretty much blow Taylor." I cramped out, in large part because he wouldn't allow me to get some Gatorade into my system.
Travis goes on. I continue listening, but there really is no need. It is very clear where this is going.
"I know you pretty much had to blow him because your arms were cramping."
Wow, he is really into establishing this alleged fact of me blowing Taylor. What is this, the court of cock sucking?
He keeps going.
"Anyway, the point is, Taylor and I were just talking about how that might be a better way to go forward for all of us."
No.
Me harvesting urgently needed medicinal Human Growth Hormone by giving you both full-on blowjobs under duress is not a better way forward for all of us. It might be pleasant for you two, but that is not what I signed up for.
He goes on.
"The thing is, thirty minutes of, you know, a hand-job, every single day is probably going to cause irritation for us pretty quickly."
Where does he come up with this thirty-minute thing? A fully matured load is twenty minutes or more.
He goes on.
"I mean, you're a dude yourself. You know our dicks are not made to be jacked off like that."
Hmm, I honestly hadn't thought about it in that way. I mean, obviously, all of us jack off all the time, but truth is, most of us finish our business pretty quickly.
I decide to bring up lotion as an option to make a longer wank more possible, but just as I try to speak up, Taylor chimes in.
"Joshie, to be super clear here, we are committed to helping you out, and we are really thinking ahead here. Don't take this the wrong way. You are very talented with your hands. It's just the length of time, you know? Thirty minutes is just too damn long for a handjob dude."
I have no idea how to respond. The sad truth is that as a guy, I kinda see their point. I mean, if someone offered to wank me off for thirty minutes per day, I would probably say no as well. Unless it was Angie obviously. And my dick had grown big enough to where she could actually find it and give me said handjob.
I stare into space, unsure of what to do or say.
Travis breaks the silence.
"I know you probably have to think about it. Let's get your next set going dude. Wanna leave ninety on both sides? We'll help you out if you need it."
I nod, and Travis takes off 45 pounds on each side. I pick the bar up and place it on my shoulders. I register the weight. Damn, this is times and a half my own body weight.
I complete my first rep, receiving both praise and coaching from Travis.
"Good form dude. Just make sure you go a bit lower. Be sure to balance yourself by pushing your butt all the way back here."
I complete my second rep, trying to squat down a bit deeper than the first one. Travis responds again in real time.
"Same dude, good form, just need a bit more depth. Let me help you out. I am going to make a seat with my hands. I'll place them exactly where you need to land. Keep going down until you feel your butt touching the seat."
I am going to sit my ass down on a "seat" that is formed by Travis' hands?!
I squat down slowly and carefully. When I get towards the bottom, I feel Travis' hands cup my ass.
"That's it, dude, now don't put any weight on my hands. This is just to let you know what your range is."
As awkward as this is, I have to admit that Travis knows what he is doing. I am definitely squatting deeper this way with him setting the target. And he is providing total safety and stability with the way he is surrounding my body with his hands as well as his own body.
Both Travis and Taylor are praising my form. I push through and complete a set of ten reps. It's amazing how quickly we get used to things. While I honestly felt pretty weirded out the first time I landed on Travis' "hands-seat," now at the end of my set, it feels like the most normal thing in the world.
I rack the bar, and my mind immediately returns to the harvesting discussion.
I am desperately trying to come up with a rational argument against this blow job request, but I am unable to come up with anything. The problem is that this is not a negotiation of equals. I need their jizz. And for me to get their jizz, I need to mature their cocks for at least twenty minutes every day. And if they have made the decision that they want to be matured by my mouth, and not my hands, then I am going to have to accept that.
Travis speaks up.
"I can tell you are struggling with the idea of switching to blow jobs. What if we agree to do it for the next two weeks while you are completing the experiment? We can always re-evaluate once you know whether it's worth doing."
I consider this statement. Although I doubt that they would ever agree to go back to hand jobs after getting spoiled with blowjobs for two weeks, at least I am not agreeing to an open-ended commitment. It's weird, but I don't feel as troubled agreeing to only two weeks.
I decide to give in to their request.
"Ok, that sounds doable. I will mature you guys with my mouth instead of my hands for the next two weeks. In fourteen days, we will revisit this agreement."
Travis and Taylor both nod enthusiastically.
Taylor speaks up.
"Dude, do you wanna get going right away? I am always horny after a workout, and I always have a big load, especially after leg day."
I respond, trying to sound enthusiastic about Taylor offering this wonderful favor to me.
"Sure, hmm, do you wanna go shower first since you just worked out?"
Taylor shakes his head.
"No need dude. I showered when I got up this morning, which was right before our workout, I got plenty sweaty, but all of it should be super clean."
Yikes. Apparently, I somehow signed up to not just start sucking dick, but to suck post-work-out-sweaty-dick.
Travis adds to the conversation.
"Yeah, mine should be as well. I also showered right after I had my morning wank. That makes me realize something, Joshie. Since I already wanked this morning, if you want two loads from me today, you will need to mature both of them."
Taylor chimes in.
"Oh yeah, same here. I wanked right when I woke up this morning, I hadn't thought about that, yeah, if we start today, you will need to mature me twice as well."
Shit.
I didn't think this through. If we start the experiment today, the only way to harvest two quality loads from each of them is to fully mature both of them twice. And now that we have agreed to use my mouth, I have accidentally agreed to give both my donors a minimum of forty minutes of oral massage each.
I consider my options. Should we start the fourteen-day experimental period tomorrow? This is too much cock sucking for one day. I don't really want to blow either one of them once. I definitely don't want to blow both of them twice, especially on the first day I reluctantly agreed to start this oral maturing strategy.
At the same time, I really want to start this new experiment, now that I know how much Human Growth Hormone they have in their fully matured loads.
I realize that I don't really have a choice. I cannot go through life as poorly equipped as I am today. I am simply going to grit my teeth, well, not literally, obviously, but figuratively grit my teeth and get through this.
I respond to Taylor calmly.
"Well, I am motivated to start this new experiment today. Knowing that you have both completed your morning wank, I guess I will mature both of you twice today."
Dang.
Eighty minutes of sucking dicks. I silently curse the genes of both my parents. I cannot believe I am in this situation.
Travis and Taylor look pleased. Understandably. They get to sit back and enjoy.
Travis speaks up.
"Well, we better get started. Why don't you go ahead and grab a cup from the kitchen so we can catch your medicine. Let's meet up in the living room. I downloaded last night's UFC Fight Night. Taylor and I agreed to watch it after our workout. It's several hours long. Plenty of time to get two fully matured loads from both of us."
I nod in agreement and head down. My mind is racing, trying to decide whether this is going from bad to worse, or whether this is actually better for me. On the one hand, the thought of "servicing" them while they are watching television is super humiliating. On the other hand, I am kind of relieved that they will be watching the screen, instead of watching me bopping up and down on their cocks.
I force myself to think of this as a positive development. I grab a plastic cup in the kitchen, and head to the living room, still wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. Taylor and Travis are settling in on the large couch that faces the TV.
There are several rooms in the house that are equipped with huge television screens. The living room has an 84-inch super high-resolution screen and a killer surround system. I have enjoyed lots of action movies here. Not in my wildest dreams would I have predicted that I would be giving blowjobs to my housemate and his best friend in this space.
Travis quickly settles in on the couch, taking his shorts off without a trace of self-consciousness. He sits down on a towel he grabbed, making sure his sweaty ass is not touching the couch pillows.
He grabs his dick and gets it hard in just a few strokes, while simultaneously working the remote control to start the program. He addresses me as soon as he is seated.
"Ok dude, go ahead and climb up on the couch with your head towards me and your body at a ninety-degree angle with mine. That should give you a good angle to go down on me."
Wow, Travis is all business. Oh well, may as well get this over with.
I get in position as requested, realizing that Taylor, who is on the other side of the couch, now has a perfect view of my ass. Even though I am confident he is going to keep his eyes glued on the action on the screen, I still feel super awkward putting my bubble butt on display like this.
Travis indicates he is ready for me to start, and I move my mouth toward his large tool. I can smell the sweat on his body from the leg workout. I must admit, it is not a bad, dirty sweat kind of smell. He clearly showered before working out today.
I open my mouth and realize this is the point of no return. I am about to suck a dick. A huge one at that. This is nothing like the other day when I was wanking Taylor, and he would park his dick inside my mouth just for a few minutes when my hands were cramping up. I am about to perform a full-on blow job and a twenty-minute one at that.
I hesitate, realizing I didn't double-check with Travis whether he set a timer. What if he gets into the UFC Fight thing and forgets to keep the blowjob to the agreed-upon twenty minutes?
I also wonder whether he is going to stay hard. Watching a bunch of shirtless guys beat each other to a bloody pulp doesn't sound like much of a boner builder for straight dudes.
I start raising up my head to ask Travis about the timer, but as I am about to, I feel his hand on the back of my neck, gently but firmly pushing me down towards his tool. I decide that my best option is to go for it, and hope that he set the timer.
I open my mouth wide and lower it around the head of his cock. It feels soft, even though he is already hard as a rock. His dick tastes a little salty but clean overall. I close my lips around it and gently move my mouth down. After I do this a few times, Travis removes his hand from the back of my head.
I settle into a rhythm, slowly sliding up and down on his shaft. I assume Travis is pleased with my efforts because he is as hard and swollen as I think any dick can ever get. To my surprise, the two of them seem to tune me out completely. As soon as the first fight starts, they are into the action, commenting and cheering loudly.
Taylor is cheering for some Brazilian dude who apparently is a great ground fighter, while Travis is on the side of this American warrior who is more of a boxer. It's weird to hear the UFC announcers as well as Travis and Taylor commenting without seeing the actual fight. I haven't watched a ton of UFC fighting myself, and I don't know either one of the fighters that Taylor and Travis are so excited about. I can see the TV screen from the corner of my eye. I am afraid to turn my head toward it. I fear that it could cause me to accidentally get my teeth on Travis' cock.
At the end of the first round, Travis' favorite fighter gets a bunch of jabs in. This somehow causes Travis to move and buck his pelvis up. His cock hits the back of my throat repeatedly. I am doing my best not to gag or pull off of his dick. It's extremely hard (pun intended I guess) not to gag. His dick is huge and thick, and his excitement is driving his rod deeply into my mouth towards my throat.
As round two starts, I hear Taylor speak up.
"Hey dude, you wanna spread this blow job love a little? My dick needs some attention too. Why don't we ask Joshie to take turns on us? I don't think he ever told us that the thirty minutes of maturation must be uninterrupted."
Actually, Small No More describes a fully matured load at twenty, not thirty minutes. I would love to point this out but am unable to, as my mouth is currently full.
Travis responds.
"Sure dude, I don't see why not. If you think about it, if he is switching back and forth, it really makes both of our loads mature twice as long, which I am sure is better for the Human Growth Hormone levels. Let's switch at the end of round two. That's if your guy survives another round. That way, we can keep it equal between us since all the rounds are exactly five minutes."
I hear rustling behind me and realize that Taylor is already taking his shorts off. I am stunned by the turn this is taking. They are talking about me as if I am not even here. There is no "why don't we ask Joshie" part to this conversation. The decision has been made by my two donors without the need for any feedback from me.
I continue to service Travis as round two continues. It sounds like Taylor's guy is having a much better round this time. Not only has he successfully taken down his opponent, he is now threatening to choke him out with submission attempts.
Taylor is cheering loudly.
"Dude, no way your guy is going to get out of this. I am pretty sure I am not going to have to wait the full five minutes to get Joshie's mouth on my cock!"
Ugh, this is super inappropriate language. I am going to have to talk to him about this once we are done.
Taylor's analysis of the fight is correct. Within seconds of them talking about my mouth like a Fleshlight that they get to pass around, the American fighter taps out, and the fight is over.
Travis growls in frustration.
"So unfair. I would have had another three and a half minutes of Joshie's nice warm mouth if that loser hadn't tapped out so quickly."
As he says this, he is petting my head, like I am a sex toy he is using. The pressure of his hand is pushing me down on his cock deeper. I am going to have to have a word with him later. This is not acceptable to me.
I am startled when I feel a hard smack on my ass. What the heck?
Taylor speaks up loudly, unable to hide his enthusiasm.
"Come on Joshie. It's time to put your mouth on a real cock."
This is going from bad to worse. I did not give him permission to smack my ass. Or touch it. Period. I am starting to have a bad feeling about this new arrangement. We are only minutes into maturing load one, and these two are treating me like I am a little sex doll.
I let go of Travis' dick and raise up on my knees. Taylor is behind me, and when I turn his way, I see that he has his dick out and is already fully erect.
I try to speak up, but Taylor urges me to switch to him quickly.
"Come on dude. They are going to show some of the highlights in slow motion. Let's get you settled in before they play those."
I turn around and get back in the hands and knees position, this time with my head towards Taylor and my butt towards Travis. I pause, trying to decide whether to dive in or wait for a signal from Taylor.
Taylor senses my hesitation. Without removing his eyes from the screen, he calmly orders me to get started.
"Let's go, dude. I got a big load waiting for you. Let's get to maturing."
I give in and start lowering my mouth towards Taylor's cock. Although I felt his dick inside my mouth when I matured him in the hot tub, this is going to be a very different experience. Last time, I was using my mouth more as a placeholder to keep his cock hard as I was stretching my cramping arms. This time, my mouth is going to do a full harvest.
Taylor's crotch smells a bit muskier than Travis.' Luckily, his cock tastes just as clean. A bit salty from working out I assume.
As I close my lips around Taylor's cock, I notice that his dick is a bit thinner than Travis' monster tool. I am glad that I don't have to stretch my jaw as wide.
Another difference I notice is that Taylor's dick doesn't have the curve that Travis' tool has. What they have in common is that they are both well over eight inches and hard as rocks.
I settle into a steady rhythm. While I have never received a blowjob, I have fantasized about getting one, and I focus on giving the blowjob that I think I would enjoy receiving. I make sure to go down as low as I can without getting to the point where I start gagging. When I get to the dickhead, I make sure to swirl my tongue over the head of their cocks.
I think it's working. Taylor's cock is responding to my movements. Not only is he getting harder, but I also notice him rock his pelvis, I assume unconsciously, thereby thrusting his dick deeper into my mouth.
I imagine myself sitting where Taylor is and Angie blowing me like I am blowing these dudes. On her hands and knees, sideways. Dressed in some sexy panties and lingerie. Chomping down on my enormous six incher.
I quickly realize I need to stop having these kinds of thoughts. My micro responds instantly, jumping to full three-inch hardness. I cuss myself for being this careless. Although my crotch is well hidden in the downward dog position I am in, I could have a small, but noticeable bulge the next time I turn around to switch dicks. I have no interest in explaining to my donors why harvesting their jizz is all of a sudden giving me a boner.
I recommit to focusing on the dick in my mouth in order to get my own swelling to go down. It works at least partially, although I can tell that my micro wants attention.
It appears that no amount of dick-sucking is distracting Taylor and Travis from their show. After they watch the replays of the first fight, Travis fast forwards through the post-game interviews for the first match, as well as all the shenanigans leading up to the second fight. As I get settled in and find my rhythm sliding up and down Taylor's large tool, the two of them excitedly chat about the second game that is now in progress.
The second match is between two women. From the corner of my eye, I notice a tall mean-looking blonde lady, who turns out to be from Russia, squaring off with a much shorter, but very stout, and equally mean-looking Latina lady, who hails from Mexico. In addition to looking mean, she is also super hot.
I immediately realize my error checking her out. My boner is instantly back to full mast. I set an intention to stay away from watching the screen and force myself to focus on the enormous slab of meat inside my mouth.
Travis and Taylor are super excited about the upcoming match. They are talking loudly, commenting on the fighters' technique, strategy and of course their physiques. Travis seems extremely impressed with the Russian lady's long legs, while Taylor cannot stop talking about the Latina lady's ass, reminding all of us that he is an "ass man."
They seem divided again regarding the likely outcome of the match. Travis is certain that the longer reach of the Russian hulk lady will give her the win, while Travis is convinced the more muscular and faster Latin Lady will take the win in this fight.
I struggle, both with Taylor's dick in my mouth and with my own boner being problematic. Although I am not watching the screen, the fight sounds, now coming from female voices are turning me on. My micro is refusing to go soft, which is a really weird experience for me, given that I am now fully boned while blowing a dude.
My only saving grace is the fight being really great, which results in Taylor and Travis being completely engrossed in it. That suits me fine. Throughout the first round, both women get a pretty equal number of punches in, and Travis and Taylor pay no attention to me or my tiny boner.
At the end of round one, the fighting slows down a bit, and Taylor seems to return to earth. And with earth, I mean the realization that he has someone blowing him. Out of nowhere, he starts to offer feedback about the quality of the BJ he is receiving from me.
"Dude, fuck yeah, your mouth is incredible, dude. You are sucking me like you mean it."
Dude! I am sucking you because I need Human Growth Hormone.
Travis chimes in.
"Dude, I agree. Joshie must be the quickest learner ever to be able to blow us like that. He feels better than Marjorie, and you know she was a slut who got lots of practice."
Wow, how nice, I suck dick like an experienced slut. Or better than a slut. This is the kind of feedback I have been waiting to receive my whole life!
I force myself to stay focused on what matters. As awful as this experience is, it will all be worth it once the Human Growth Hormone starts to work. I also notice that the unwelcome feedback is making my micro calm down.
As round two starts, Travis brings the conversation back to the three of us. Or more specifically, to their cocks and my mouth.
He addresses Taylor, again, without ever taking his eyes off the TV screen.
"So just to be clear, I am getting Joshie back as soon as this round ends, right?"
Taylor responds affirmatively.
"Yeah dude, that's what we agreed to. Two full rounds, or sooner if the fight ends. Fuck, that one hurt her."
Apparently, the Russian fighter has landed another blow.
Travis continues.
"Dude, I think we need to up the ante a bit. What if we agree that for every fight we predict correctly, we get two extra minutes?"
I stop mid-suck. Two extra minutes of what? Cock-sucking? What are they thinking? This is supposed to be a medical and professional arrangement. I decide I cannot continue to stay silent.
I have to nip this in the bud right here right now.
I raise up with the goal of taking my mouth off Taylor's cock, but as soon as I do, I feel his hand on the back of my head, gently though firmly pushing me down deeper onto his tool.
Is this guy a mind reader?
Taylor responds calmly.
"Yeah dude, that sounds good to me. I am sure Josh will be fine with it. The extra maturing is ultimately benefitting him by making our jizz better and better."
Josh is not fine with this.
Josh is not fine with being talked about as if I am a pleasure object to be passed around. Also, JOSH IS RIGHT HERE. Why are you not asking me to weigh in?
Taylor keeps his hand on the back of my head, applying gentle but constant downward pressure. It forces me to direct my attention away from their conversation toward ensuring that I am not going to be pushed down too deeply into gagging territory.
I move my arms forward, and separate my knees a bit wider, making my hands and knees position sturdier. I sense an immediate improvement in my ability to resist Taylor's downward pressure. I continue blowing him. I hope that they will come to their senses about the bonus minutes.
Travis speaks up more quietly than most of his in-game comments have been.
"Damn dude, this girly bubble butt."
Hmm, I wonder whether he is changing his fandom from his Russian lady killer to the Big Booty fighter from Mexico.
Travis continues, sounding as animated as I have ever heard him.
"I know dude. So fine."
He goes on, switching the topic back to the bets they are placing on the matches.
"Ok, so we can start with this match. We are both locked in. The fight is dead even as of now, so we both have an honest chance. Whoever's favorite wins earns two extra minutes."
I hear the announcer proclaim that there is just one minute left in round two. I realize I will be switching from Taylor's dick to Travis' cock in exactly one minute and weigh my options. While I really need to speak up about this new betting game, I am worried about the timing. They are both clearly enjoying this new setup, and both of them are rock-hard. While I must address their inappropriate behavior as soon as possible, I decide that I really need to harvest these loads before I potentially kill the mood and risk not getting the fully matured loads I have been working so hard for.
I decide to roll with the punches for now. I am thankful that listening to them talk about their absurd bonus minutes scheme has made me go soft.
As one of the commentators announces the final ten seconds of the round, a new and rather startling sensation registers. This time it's Travis, who has decided that smacking my ass ten times to mark the final ten seconds of the fight is a thing he can do without any warning or request for consent.
While his smacks are not hard enough to register as painful, I am beyond embarrassed, especially because he is smacking me while I only have my boxers on. It feels as if he is smacking my bare skin. I have got to sit down and have an extremely serious conversation with these two after I harvest these loads. There is no reason at all for either one of them to touch my ass, or really any part of my body during these harvesting sessions.
The second the round finishes, Travis gives me a final, and much harder smack, and shouts "time to turn around Joshie." I rise and turn around as requested. As I turn back towards Travis, I notice that his dick is not just super hard, it also has a small stream of precum coming out of his piss slit and dripping down the shaft of his enormous cock. I instinctively want to find a towel to wipe it off but remember Small No More mentioning precum as a less potent, but still potentially valuable source of Human Growth Hormone. I decide to include his precum into today's harvest.
I get in position and open my mouth wide. As I lower it onto the head of Travis' cock, I brace for the taste of his precum. I am relieved to notice that it is not a very strong flavor at all. I do notice that he is sweatier than when I sucked him ten minutes ago. He is clearly fired up with the game on the screen as well as the game he and Taylor are playing with me.
I focus on the job at hand, err, mouth. I slide my mouth up and down Travis' cock, finding a solid steady rhythm quickly. I hear the fight resume. The next five minutes will decide which one of these two horny jocks gets two extra minutes of my mouth.
The fight continues to go back and forth as it did in the first two rounds. While Travis believes that it will go the full three rounds, Taylor appears confident that his favorite is going to pull off a victory. He is nonstop praising every move she makes.
"Dude, look at her ground game. Your Russian hits and kicks like crazy, but dude, she can't match my Latin lover's grappling game. It's not even close. My Latina has skills and core strength. Look at her ass dude. That is pure muscle."
Travis apparently agrees.
"Dude, who does that ass remind you of?"
Taylor is quiet for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, I feel yet another smack on my ass. I cannot believe this.
"Dude, you are so right. Josh, dude, you have a bubble booty that is good enough for a professional women's MMA fight!"
Travis howls with laughter at Taylor's rather predictable and kinda lame joke. I want to sit up to interrupt them with a reply of some kind, but I can't think of anything to say, so I decide to keep sucking. I am trying to add up the rounds in my head to calculate how close we are to reaching twenty minutes. The chaos of moving back and forth between the two of them combined with all the inappropriate behavior makes keeping track of time impossible.
Round three comes to an end without a knockout. The fight is over, and it will now be up to the judges' scorecards. I continue maturing Travis. I hope he has a timer set for today's maturation project.
The lull in fighting has an unwelcome effect, in that it moves the attention of my two donors to me instead of the TV.
Travis speaks up with what I assume he considers a well-meant compliment.
"Dude, your mouth is incredible. I am so glad we switched from manual to oral. This is nothing compared to what we were doing last week. I know you are doing this for your medical needs, and not because you, you know, you are gay and stuff, but damn dude, you could have fooled me."
Ugh, this is so unnecessary.
Of course, Taylor chimes in immediately.
"Dude, Travis is right. You are a damn natural at this. Your mouth is making my dick super happy. You almost got all the way down to the base, which I don't think any of the girls I have been with has ever managed."
This is so awful. I mean, out of all the things I want to be complimented on, cock sucking is not in the top ten, twenty-five, or top one hundred. I cannot believe the transformation that has occurred in them. Thirty minutes ago, when I joined them during their leg workout, we were having a calm and reasonable conversation about how to set up the needed harvesting for my new fourteen-day trial. Now, we are in full-blown Yelp cock-sucking-review mode, talking in graphic detail about how much my poor mouth is making their enormous dicks do the happy dance.
Luckily, the judges quickly announce their decision and their attention returns to the screen. The fighter from Mexico takes the match with a unanimous decision. Taylor is celebrating loudly.
"What did I tell you dude? That will teach you to bet against any fighter that has magic Josh booty. I told you she was going to win!"
For the third time in less than ten minutes, my ass registers an enthusiastic smack. Apparently, Taylor's interpretation of "magic Josh booty" includes unlimited smacking without the need for any consent.
I have always felt good about my bubble butt, although right now, I find myself wishing it wasn't this phat. I can't believe that both these super ultra-straight dudes are going on and on about my boy butt.
Travis responds to Taylor, remote control in hand.
"Dude, I'll give you this victory, but don't get too cocky. You know I have a much better track record than you when it comes to calling these matches."
Travis fast-forwards through all the post-match interviews, as well as all the pregame brouhaha for the next match. He is handling the remote with his left hand. He has placed his right hand on top of my head. He is using it to guide my head up and down, adding a bit of depth every time I slide my mouth down on his pole. My jaw muscles are getting tired. Travis' cock is super thick all over, and the base of his cock is even wider. I am seriously stretching my jaw muscles trying to keep my mouth open wide enough.
When Travis stops forwarding, the next fight is already a few seconds into the first round. From the corner of my eye, I see two massive black dudes throwing strikes at each other. Travis and Taylor quickly agree on whom they are supporting in this match.
Travis keeps his right hand on top of my head. Luckily, he seems to be resting it instead of applying actual pressure. I settle in for the next five-minute suck session when one of the huge dudes on the screen knocks out his opponent in literally one strike.
Both my donors are howling with excitement.
Taylor is the loudest of the two.
"Dude, that is the most brutal knockout I have ever seen. One strike dude. That's insane dude."
After commenting on the knockout, he pivots and reminds Travis what this means.
"Travis my man, congratulations on predicting the winner. Now please release the hostage and put his mouth back on my cock, as you have had him for two rounds, even though this last one was a bit short."
He smacks my ass as he says the word "hostage." Even though he clearly means that as a joke, I think it is one of the truest words of the afternoon. I am in a 100% hostage situation here. They know that if I run, I take away the biggest opportunity I have right now to reach my growth goals.
Travis speaks up indignantly.
"Dude, we have to come up with a rule against this. My guy just won within thirty seconds in round one. Even though I now won two extra minutes, this is a net loss for me because my dude did it so quickly!"
Taylor is not impressed. With Travis' argument that is. He is clearly impressed with my bubble butt because he smacks it another time, a bit harder than before. His hand stings through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.
"Come on Joshie, rise and shine."
Travis moves his hands off my head, signaling his agreement. I get up and turn back to Taylor, who continues addressing Travis.
"Dude, this is how the game is played. You win some. You lose some."
I get back on my hands and knees and lower my head down on Taylor's cock. It's crazy how routine this is starting to feel. Nothing to see here. Just a dude taking turns blowing his housemate and best friend. You know, as one does.
Travis appears to be recovering from his disappointment quickly. He is fast-forwarding to what turns out to be the final match of the night. The moment he hits play, Taylor's phone starts to ring.
Taylor grabs it and directs Travis to pause the show.
"Hey, this is my little brother. Let me answer him real quick. Joshie, keep doing what you are doing. Just be careful. No loud slurping noises please."
Travis pauses the fight and Taylor answers. From the corner of my eye, I can see that he is answering not just a phone call, but a video call. He calmly greets his brother, Wyatt, who at sixteen is a year younger than me. I have taken some classes with him this year, as he is taking all sorts of Advanced College Prep classes. He may be Taylor's "little" brother, but there is nothing little about him. At sixteen, he is almost six feet like his older brother, and he is as muscular and ripped as him as well. He is basically a mini-Taylor. He probably has an enormous dick like his older brother too.
Although Taylor keeps his camera phone pointed at his head, I am mortified at the thought of blowing him when he is talking to his own brother.
I carefully move my mouth up and down Taylor's dick, making sure I am super quiet.
Taylor's brother quickly gets to the point. Apparently, their mom bought some new furniture online, and Taylor's dad has tasked his sons with the responsibility of assembling it.
Taylor immediately agrees to help out.
"What time do you need me there, dude?"
Wyatt replies that he "kinda sorta" forgot to ask his older brother first and that he "may have" promised their parents it would be done today.
Taylor replies jokingly.
"Dude, this is always happening with you. No worries, I am finishing up a project here with Travis and his housemate, Josh."
He pushes my head down deeply onto his cock as he says my name. I force myself not to gag, but I am really struggling.
Taylor goes on as if nothing unusual is going on.
"I should be able to finish here in about ten minutes, so I will be there in fifteen, twenty minutes tops. Go ahead and unpack all the parts so we can get busy assembling right away. I actually need to be back here a bit later today."
Wow, either Taylor is deeply committed to my needs for Human Growth Hormone, or he is really enjoying the maturing services he is receiving from me.
Wyatt signs off with a "later dude" and Taylor disconnects the call. He turns his attention to Travis.
"Dude, since I need to go help my brother out, how about I keep Joshie until I finish, and then you can have him after that for however long you need to finish."
Travis is all on board. Apparently, my opinion is not required. I am just a Fleshlight that gets passed around.
"Sounds good dude. You want me to restart the fight?"
Taylor responds right away.
"Nah. I am gonna pull up some porn and finish. Can you throw me the cup for my jizz?"
Travis gets up and grabs the cup that I put on the coffee table earlier. Taylor's phone starts to emit familiar sounds. It sounds like he has pulled up a girl-on-girl scene because the only moaning I hear is caused by women's voices.
As the porn starts, I sense Taylor becoming more active. Instead of making me go up and down on his shaft, he now starts to move his cock up and down inside my mouth.
He speaks up.
"Ok Joshie, I'll do all the work from here on out. Just keep those juicy lips on my shaft and keep your head still. We will be done here in just a minute or so. You have been getting me ready for a good while now. I am not going to need long to jizz."
I am both thankful and mildly horrified because of how casual he is with his instructions. They both see me as just a jack-off sleeve at this point. As humiliating as that is, I am relieved that he is close to cumming.
Taylor speeds up his movements, which is fine initially. A minute or so in, he starts moving not just faster, but also deeper into my mouth and even throat. I do what I can not to gag, but for the first time today, I have to pull my mouth off his dick because he rams his prick way too deeply into me.
Taylor seems unfazed.
"No worries, dude. You'll learn to deepthroat. Just get back on it and let me finish. I'll try not to go too deeply."
To his credit, he keeps his word, and after another thirty seconds or so, he announces he is ready to cum. I quickly remove my head and watch rope after rope of cum fly into the plastic cup he placed over his cock. The amount of jizz he produces is incredible and makes me hopeful for my growth goals.
Taylor pants. I am so close to him; I can smell his sweat and sense his body heat.
He catches his breath after a minute.
"Damn that was a great cum, thanks dude. Can you grab me a clean towel from the kitchen?"
I quickly get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen. I use this opportunity to grab a swig of water. All this cock sucking has left me super thirsty.
By the time I get back, Travis has restarted the UFC fight show. He is slowly stroking his cock. I notice a large stream of precum dripping down his huge tool. Taylor's cock is still at full mast. I notice a bit of after-cum dribbling down from his piss slit. Do I tell him to squeeze his cock into the cup one more time? This is all so weird.
Travis is ready for me to resume blowing him.
"Let's go dude. No time, and also, no pre-jizz to waste!"
I get into position and decide to focus on cleaning the precum off his cock before resuming the actual sucking. I stick my tongue out and lap up the copious amounts of fluid.
I hear Taylor getting up behind me.
"Dude, you are dripping like a leaky faucet. Speaking of not wasting any jizz, Joshie, you wanna lap up this last drop before it disappears into the towel?"
Taylor stands up and moves beside me. I lift my head up from Travis' cock and find myself staring directly at Taylor's cock. I see a large drop of cum hanging from his dick.
I don't wanna lick the jizz off his cock. There is no reason for him not to deposit that last rope into the plastic cup.
I open my mouth to suggest using the cup, but before I can get a word out, Taylor moves forward and parks his cock inside my mouth.
"Sorry dude, I hate to interrupt your blow job, but I wanna give Josh all the medicine possible."
Wow.
He does not apologize to me for jamming his cum-dripping-cock inside me. He somehow feels sorry for Travis, who has to wait ten seconds for his oral massage to resume.
I decide to make the best of a bad situation and quickly lap up the rope of cum. I start moving my head back, but Taylor prevents me from moving back by putting his hand behind my head.
"One second dude, I think I have a bit more for you."
He keeps his left hand behind my head and uses his right hand to give his dick one thorough final squeeze. I immediately feel another large drop of jizz coming out of his piss slit. Wow, Taylor has major self-awareness when it comes to shooting loads.
I quickly swallow, and Taylor pulls his dick out of my mouth. He grabs the towel and wipes off his dick and crotch area. He addresses Travis, not seeing me anymore, even though my face is still inches away from his crotch.
"Ok dude, he's all yours. I'll give you a shout when I am done with my dad's project so we can schedule our second donation."
OMG, I cannot believe that we will go through all this again a second time later today.
Travis nods and turns his attention to me.
"Ok Joshie, let's get back in position. There's just one fight left to watch. Let's go back to maturing my cock the way we were before Taylor got called away."
I move my head back down into his crotch as Travis shifts his attention back to the screen. I hear Taylor putting his shorts and sandals on behind me. As I resume sucking, I register for the fourth, or maybe fifth time today a hard slap on my backside.
"Great job today dude. Looking forward to reuniting in a few hours."
I cannot believe how quickly I have become nothing but a sex toy to these two. Maybe I should return the favor and see how they'd like that. Next time Travis comes down the stairs for breakfast, maybe I will slap his ass as I wish him a good morning. Or when Taylor comes over to work out, maybe I will compliment him on a great workout by smacking his ass as hard as he just smacked mine. I cannot wait to see how much they would both enjoy that.
I decide to focus on the here and now and I settle back into a steady up-and-down rhythm. With Taylor gone, maybe I can talk to Travis about all this once I get him off and we are one on one.
The fight is between a current champion, another Brazilian dude, defending his title against a challenger from the USA, whose nickname is "Pretty Boy." I hear the announcer say the fight will be five rounds, each of them five minutes long.
Wait!
While I have lost track of time to a degree, I know I have been maturing them for at least three, maybe even four fights. I know I have matured Travis for at least fifteen minutes. If this fight goes the distance, I am going to blow him for forty minutes for just one harvest!
Travis apparently reads my mind.
"Don't worry about the five rounds thing dude. Nobody believes that 'Pretty Boy' is going to make it through the first round. Mister Brazil is heavily favored. Just get to maturing. This fight will be over in just a couple of minutes. I promise I will give you an extra-large Human Growth Hormone deposit as soon as they call the fight."
I sigh, as much as I can sigh with a thick slab of meat inside my mouth, and go to work. I hope for a quick finish, in more ways than one. I know for sure I have met the minimum maturation and I am ready to receive my reward and be done with this.
The fight starts, and Travis is into it. While the crowd is cheering for "Pretty Boy," Travis is clearly on the side of the favored defending champion. He is loudly cheering his person on, leaving me once again feeling like more of a sex toy than a person. From the sound of it, the action goes back and forth, with "Pretty Boy" doing better than expected.
At the end of the round, all the commentators agree the round was "too close to call." Even though Travis is not in agreement with the result, he seems good-natured about the contested winner.
"Damn, that was some awesome fighting, and you are making it so much more enjoyable this way. Dude, I could get used to this for real. I don't think 'Pretty Boy' is going to last much longer, even though he did pretty decent in this round. Just keep sucking. I am pretty sure this thing will end in the next round."
I continue blowing him. I notice more and more precum leaking out of his piss slit. It comes out in little spurts. I quickly swallow it when I notice the leakage, thankful for the fact that I have a better way to ingest his actual load.
Round number two sounds a lot like the first one. "Pretty Boy" is surprising everyone with how well he is fighting, and Travis' Brazilian titan is having to put in a serious effort to hold onto his title. I pray for a miracle. While I don't care which one of them wins, I am extremely interested in a fast finish.
Travis seems to have forgotten that I am here. He is really into the game and is in conversation with the television, not with me. His cock stays rock hard, even though he is completely enthralled with the game. I guess I am doing a pretty good job with my mouth. I feel a weird sense of pride in my beginner cock sucking skills. Even though this is not something I enjoy doing, as long as I have to do it, I might as well be great at it! I remind myself that once my cock responds to the Human Growth Hormone treatments, I will look back at this and feel like it was all worth it.
Round two ends up taking much longer than the scheduled five minutes because both players have an accidental kick in the nuts. This causes several extra minutes where the fight is halted. Travis does not appear to be worried about the delays. When the fight is paused, he seems to remember that I am down here, and really gets into the blowjob.
"Damn dude, fuck you feel great. I love how your mouth wraps around my dick dude. Maybe later today, we can start practicing depth a bit more. Would be great if you learn to deepthroat me."
For the umpteenth time today, I find myself respectfully disagreeing with my donor. While deep-throating is great for porn, I don't see how it is needed or even remotely appropriate for our purposes. My goal is to do a solid twenty-minute maturation, harvest, and get on with our days. Deepthroating is not a goal for me at all.
The second round finally ends, and I slow down my movements, expecting and hoping that Travis will give the all-clear aka ready-to-ejaculate sign. Sadly, no such communication is received. As round three commences, Travis speaks up matter-of-factly.
"Joshie. If you want me to get a bit closer to cumming, go ahead and speed up your up-and-down movement a bit dude. That will definitely get me close to shooting."
I don't wanna get you "closer to cumming." I need you to get off! This is ridiculous.
Despite being in total disagreement, I continue sucking, speeding up my movements as suggested. I don't see how Travis is going to cum. He is really into the match, and while he is clearly staying hard and enjoying the oral service I am providing, I don't think he is going to orgasm unless he turns on some porn.
My mouth is starting to feel tired, and I am drooling up a storm. Travis is making small movements with his pelvis, matching my rhythm, and pushing in a bit deeper every time he rocks his pelvis up. I am able to accommodate his enormous dick, although several times, I am feeling extremely close to gagging.
I perk up when I hear the crowd on the screen get really loud. Apparently, "Pretty Boy" knocked down mister Brazil against all expectations. According to the commentators, "Pretty Boy" has his opponent in a headlock that could end the fight. Sure enough, seconds later, the title defender taps out.
Travis is disappointed, as he was not rooting for "Pretty Boy," but I am thankful that the fight has come to an end. I decide to be bold and take my head off his dick.
"Hey dude, you ready to jizz?"
Travis answers affirmatively.
"Yeah dude, I already grabbed the cup that Taylor used earlier. You have me super close dude. Just put your mouth back on my dick and give me thirty seconds or so."
I do as requested.
Travis starts moving his dick up and down quickly. He puts one hand on top of my head, forcing my head to stay static, as he is fucking my mouth for real. I am fighting for air, and my eyes are tearing up. Travis is ramming his cock in deeply, getting louder as he is apparently getting closer to cumming.
"Fuck yeah, this feels fucking great. Take this dick like a good bitch."
I have gotten used to this side of Travis. He only gets off with serious dirty talk.
"Fuck yeah, take my load you little slut. Come on bitch, suck this cock like you mean it."
I feel his dick getting harder and start to panic. Is he going to pull out in time? Is he just going to cum inside my mouth? His movements are getting deeper the faster he moves his cock in and out of me. I try to move my head, but he has me in a vice grip that I am not getting out of anytime soon.
Travis gets louder and his movements get rougher.
"Fuck yeah, you like being skull-fucked you little slut?! Do you?"
I definitely do not, nor am I a little slut, but I decide I have to get him off now. I start moaning, in the hopes of getting Travis to shoot.
It apparently works. After another half minute or so, Travis loudly announces his impending cum.
"Fuck, Fuck, FUUUUUUUUCK. I am cumming, FUCK, I am cumming HARD, damn, fuck!"
He pulls his dick out of my mouth at the very last minute and shoots an enormous load inside the cup, covering all of Taylor's jizz. I am panting and sweating, and my throat feels bruised. I also have a weird sense of accomplishment as I watch Travis shoot rope after rope into the cup. My mouth did that.
Travis finally calms down and stops shooting jizz. He puts his hand on his dick and squeezes a little bit more cum out of it.
He turns to me and hands me the cup with the two enormous harvests.
"Damn dude, you did good. That was the best blowjob I have ever had in my life. I cannot wait to have you back on my dick later today for your second donation."
I have no idea what to say back. I need to confront him with some of the unacceptable behavior from earlier, but now just doesn't seem like the right time.
I decide to go and consume my medicine, and I set an intention to talk to Travis before the afternoon session.
I respond to his praise as I get up and head to the kitchen.
"Thanks dude, I am glad you and Taylor are enjoying it, I hope the next two weeks will be a good experience for all of us."
I head to the kitchen and decide to make a protein shake to take in this massive donation. I feel exhausted and dehydrated, and again, weirdly proud all at the same time. I cannot believe I am going to have to go through this another time later today.
As I mix the jizz into the blender with my favorite protein powder (chocolate), I reflect on the afternoon. I better get some good news two weeks from now, or I am going to feel super duped.
I grab my tiny sausage and give it a quick squeeze. Just a few more months little buddy before you will be growing into a real visible cock.
I feel hopeful as I start drinking the protein drink. Thank God for chocolate-flavored powder. The drink is delicious. I gulp it up in a few swigs, and head upstairs. It's time for a shower. And definitely, a quick wank before we start round two.