Small No More

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Chapter 19 - Travis

Holy Shit!

Who knew that me choosing Smartbaseballdude8.5 as my Gmail handle would come in this handy someday?

I just finished reading a very unexpected email from my favorite Micro-Dick-Roommate Josh. The message is addressed to Small No More, but he accidentally sent it to my Gmail account.

In it, Josh gives a detailed description of the session he had with Taylor earlier today. And boy oh boy, what a session it was.

I mean, here I am, thinking that Taylor and I are a well-coordinated unit, carefully planning how far to go, what not to do, etc.

Turns out that Taylor and I were not as much on the same page as I thought we were.

In fact, it looks like Taylor is more of a free agent.

I mean, I knew he wanted to go much faster than I thought was advisable, but I would not have predicted him jamming an entire finger inside Josh's butt without me agreeing to that level of escalation.

I am kinda butt-hurt about it. Pun intended.

I know that he probably got carried away in the moment and didn't really set out to do this behind my back. Even if that is true, it still pisses me off that he had such total lack of self-control.

I am going to think about Taylor's actions more later. For now, I want to focus on my tiny sausage house mate.

We truly have a new dynamic here.

Josh sending this email to my Smartbaseballdude8.5 address instead of to Small No More, means that suddenly, I, Travis, know pretty much everything that the Small No More team knows.

I now know about his micro peep, I know of Taylor fingerbanging him and, and boy oh boy, this one is the real price, I know that he enjoys having his tight little butthole played with.

I wonder whether Josh already caught his error, or whether he still thinks he sent this to Small No More and is waiting for their response.

My mind is racing.

I know I am going to find a way to use all of this to my advantage, although I don't know how yet.

I try to calm my brain down so I can think logically about the three main themes in the message.

Theme number one: Taylor is a fucking asshole.

And a liar.

He is an asshole for doing this, and he is a fucking asshole for doing this behind my back.

He is also a little bit of an asshole for not getting Micro to agree to any of this in advance, but I am not as concerned about that.

He is a major asshole for making me think I am in charge, agreeing with me to delay the butt-stuff until later, and then fingerbanging Josh five minutes later.

Whatever happens next with Blow-Josh, this behavior by Taylor is not cool and needs to be addressed.

My mind wanders briefly. There was this one time, years ago, that Taylor hurt my feelings for some reason. I can't remember right this second what he did. I do remember him feeling super guilty about it and begging me for forgiveness. Specifically, saying he would do anything to make up for it.

I remember how powerful it made me feel when he said that.

I wonder whether he is going to respond similarly this time when I confront him. Will he offer to do anything? And will he follow through with his promise if my definition of "anything" is very different than his definition?

My dick starts to chub despite my anger.

It's weird, he's my best bud. I can't really explain it, but my dick gets hard when I imagine myself giving him orders, and him following my commands.

This message gives me a huge opening to shake up our dynamic.

I force myself to put my thoughts about Taylor away for now. I need to come up with a plan for him when I am not as angry and can think more clearly.

I re-read Micro's message.

In addition to Taylor being an asshole, the second big theme of the message is Micro's inability to say "no" when he is confronted with a massive boundary violation.

Blow-Josh and Taylor met up for a routine Human Growth Hormone harvesting session while wearing a jockstrap.

That was the agreement.

There was no mention of butt-stuff.

No fingers, and no breaking and entering.

So, when Taylor ends up jamming his finger into Josh's butt, you might expect some level of protest or pushback from wiener boy.

That is not what happened though.

Micro's response to the violation is to suck Taylor better than he ever did before.

I squeeze my dick gently. It's rock hard. It makes me super fucking horny to reflect on this.

Taylor has been right about something. I have been more cautious with Micro than I need to be.

Lil Josh is so convinced he needs our juice that he will do anything we tell him.

Lesson learned.

I give my dick a nice long squeeze.

The third, and maybe biggest takeaway from the message, and I did not see this one coming, or should I say cumming, is that Micro-Josh loves butt-stuff!

This is great news!

I have been fantasizing about fucking Micro in that juicy ass of his, but I have been suppressing my fantasies because I thought we needed to slow-walk the butt-stuff. I was certain that going anal too quickly wouldspook our little sucker and make him walk away from the whole thing.

After reading this message, I am no longer afraid of that.

He loves a finger up his ass, and I am 100% certain he will love my fat cock up his little fuck chute even more.

I start fantasizing about taking Joshie's anal virginity, not counting Taylor's fingerbanging, tonight.

I stroke my dick and a large drop of pre-cum leaks out.

I quickly decide against moving forward tonight. As much as I want to plow that juicy butt, I want to go about it the right way. Specifically, I want Small No More to tell him to start taking my cock up his ass.

I think a better plan for tonight will be to confront Josh with his error, empathize with him regarding Taylor going off script, and use all of it to increase my control over him tenfold.

I also need get Micro's mouth back on my cock tonight. My dick is literally hurting for attention. It's as hard as it has ever been, even though Joshie sucked a load out of me a few hours ago.

I put on a pair of snug briefs and a pair of baggy shorts. I don't want to be boning too obviously when I get to Joshie's room.

Tonight will be a special night for Micro and me.

Lol, that sounds like a movie title.

Micro and me.

A romantic comedy about a boy with a tiny dicklet who finds his true calling by being a sex-toy to his hot, hung housemate.

I knock on Josh's door and wait. I am pretty sure he's in his room. I address him through the closed door.

"Hey squirt. Travis here. I think we need to have a chat."

Total silence.

He hates it when I call him squirt.

I wait a bit longer, then knock a second time.

"Hey Josh. I know you're in there. We need to talk. Meet me in the kitchen in five. Oh, and bring your laptop."

I head down the stairs to the kitchen.

I grab a glass of water and wait patiently.

My cock has calmed down.

A bit.

Josh arrives in the kitchen within just a few minutes. He looks as nervous as I have ever seen him.

He's wearing his trademark baggy shirt and baggy shorts. I wonder whether he is still wearing the jockstrap that Taylor made him wear.

He brought his laptop, as instructed. Such a good, obedient little cocksucker.

Judging by his behavior, he has definitely caught his error.

He keeps his gaze down, and his hands are trembling visibly.

I almost feel sorry for him.

I am going to take my time with him tonight. Watching him in this kind of agony hits a really good zone for me.

My cock starts rising again, pushing against the snug briefs.

I am glad that we are meeting in the kitchen. The massive kitchen island between us is a great cover for me. Thanks to it, I don't have to explain why my cock is trying to jump out of my shorts.

Josh looks at me expectantly. I speak up. Calmly, but with authority.

"So, Josh, it looks like you have been hiding some pretty crucial information from me."

I wait patiently.

He responds in a whisper.

"Yes Sir."

My dick jumps.

Micro just called me Sir, without being told to do so.

Damn!

This little bitch is wired for obedience.

I needle him a bit.

"Josh, you need to speak up. I cannot hear you if you whisper."

He looks at me. His eyes are begging for me to stop this conversation.

He speaks up, a bit louder this time.

"Hmm, I said "Yes Sir", I mean, what I meant was that, yes, I have been hiding some crucial information from you."

I want to torture this little asshole, literally and figuratively.

To do so, I need to strategically position myself as the biggest helper he is going to get in his grow-a-visible-peep journey.

I make sure my tone is caring and nurturing when I speak up again.

"Can you explain why you have hidden some of these details from me? I am not angry about this, but I am kind of surprised, I thought I was, you know, a confidant to you."

I am not angry.

I am sad.

You've disappointed me Micro.

I thought we trusted each other.

My dick is hurting inside the snug briefs I am wearing.

I wanna drag this conversation out, cuz it's so great to watch Micro squirm like this, but also, I need to get those wet, juicy lips back on my dick.

I move my hand down below the kitchen island and give my dick a nice long squeeze.

Josh speaks up.

He's back to whispering.

"I think I was too embarrassed to tell you about my, you know, the issue I am dealing with."

I nod.

Encouraging.

Understanding.

Yes Josh, it must be hard to have a wiener that is smaller than an average baby carrot.

I speak up.

"I understand. That said, I want you to come clean with me tonight. I have two goals for this conversation."

Josh looks at me with a mixture of horror and, well, horror. Not a mixture. Just horror.

"First, I told you to bring your laptop, because I want you to show me the messages between you and this group that is telling you that you can make your penis bigger by blowing Taylor and me."

I see a shiver pass through his body.

I press on.

"I want to read them for two reasons. First, I don't want you to have any secrets from me anymore. There is no need to. I am here to help you, and I cannot really help you unless I know what is going on."

No comment.

Which is perfectly fine, I mean, it's not like I was asking him a question, I am simply telling him what is about to happen.

His job is to say yes.

Or "yes Sir" like he did a minute ago.

That could be a good new habit to encourage.

I go on.

"The second reason is that I want to make sure that you are dealing with a quality group here, and not a bunch of grifters. I have taken you at your word with all the stuff you have rolled out to me and Taylor about the Human Growth Hormone harvesting, etc. I just wanna see some of this with my own eyes, so that I can warn you if I see any red flags from this group."

No movement.

No words.

I wonder whether he is still breathing.

I don't think he is happy about this development.

Oh well, you should have thought about this before you wrapped your asshole around Taylor's finger.

I continue.

"After I finish vetting them, we will discuss today's harvesting session with Taylor. I need to understand what happened between the two of you."

Josh responds by not responding.

Perfect.

I don't really care too much about what he thinks about any of this, as long as he does what I tell him to do.

I press on.

"Ok, first things first. Let's start with your laptop. Do you have all the messages you exchanged saved somewhere, or did you delete them after reading?"

He looks up. His face looks terribly distressed.

Why so pouty?

He speaks up.

I guess whispering is the new talking.

"I have them all saved in a folder."

So, we have something in common after all. I saved all the messages that I, oops, I mean Small No More, sent to you in a folder too!

My dick is screaming for attention.

I realize there is an obvious opportunity here.

I speak up.

"Before we dive into the messages, I need to throw something out. I have a feeling that we are going to take Taylor out of the harvesting rotation for a while until we, you know, sort some things out with him."

Josh stares at me in perfect silence.

I go on.

"Until we decide how to go forward with Taylor, I will allow you to harvest two loads from me per day instead of just one."

See what a fucking do-good charity I am you little cock-hungry bitch boy?

You get to blow me two times per day.

Say fucking thank you already.

I continue, not wanting to give him a chance to gather his thoughts and protest.

"I am pretty sure I have another donation in me right now, and I have a feeling that it will take me a while to read through all your messages. Therefore, let's get your mouth on my cock while I am going through the messages. That way, you will be maturing me for a second donation, and I will learn more about your condition at the same time."

This is called a win-win Joshie.

I wait for him to say something in protest, but he just stands there without saying a word.

He's not going to protest.

He has no fight in him tonight.

He is processing the fact that he spilled his biggest, well, smallest secret by making a preventable clerical error.

I turn my back towards him, hiding my boner from his view and walk over to the breakfast table.

I speak up.

"I am going to give my cock a quick squeeze so it will be ready to start the maturing process. In the meantime, find the folder you mentioned that has all the messages and then bring me your laptop."

I hear Josh open his laptop behind me.

I take my shorts off, grab my cock, and make a big show out of tugging it a few times.

He knows I get hard quickly, so this fifteen second show should be enough to explain my raging boner.

I sit down at the breakfast table, boner in hand.

Josh walks over and hands the laptop to me.

I place it on the breakfast table and address him in a casual, business-like tone.

"Go ahead, get under the table and go to work."

Josh obediently gets on his hands and knees and crawls under the table. His head is perfectly positioned at my cock.

I don't give him further instructions. He knows what to do.

As expected, Josh goes to work right away.

"Ok squirt, I am starting with your original message here. I will let you know if I have any questions."

I wait for Josh to find his rhythm before I speak up with my first comment.

I don't have to wait long.

He quickly gets his bearings, even though he is in a somewhat awkward position under the breakfast table.

My seat is not very close to the table, so while his body is all the way under, his head is not at risk of bumping up against the table.

He settles in right away, good long strokes up and down my shaft.

I wait a few minutes, both to enjoy the excellent blowjob, and to make Josh think I am actually reading the messages.

After a few minutes, I speak up, making sure my voice has a bit of surprise and discovery.

"I just finished your first back and forth messages with them. I didn't realize they sell an artificial Human Growth Hormone medication."

Up down, nice long stroke, up down, nice long stroke.

Josh always finds the appropriate answer to my observations.

His mouth feels incredible tonight.

I continue my friendly conversation with Blow-Josh.

"Honestly dude, you made the right decision picking Taylor and me, you know, keep it natural. You never know what they put in these damn drugs, you are definitely better off keeping it local and organic."

Up down, nice long stroke, up down, nice long stroke.

I click on a few more of the earlier messages. It's fun to re-read some of them.

"Joshie, I am reading about your measurements here. I have a question about this."

I sense a bit of hesitancy in his rhythm. I guess measurements are not his favorite topic.

I continue.

"Do you remember the other day while you matured me, and I taught you how to answer "yes" and "no" without removing your mouth from my cock?"

The slightest pause, then decisive movement.

Two quick sucks up and down the head of my cock.

A correct "yes" answer.

This is fun.

And horny.

I think I am going to blow four or five loads all at once when I finally allow myself to cum.

"Perfect, you remember how to answer "yes", I also want to make sure you remember how to say "no", so here is an obvious "no" question. When you measured your penis for the Small No More team, was it eight inches long?"

Some might say this is a cruel question.

I would agree with that assessment, but it makes my dick hard, so it's a valid question.

He lowers his mouth all the way down on my rock-hard dick and stays down there for a few seconds.

Such a good boy.

I speak up, complimenting his actions.

"Great job squirt, I am glad you remember."

Josh resumes sucking.

"So, I am reading one of your earlier messages here. In it, the Small No More team instructed you to take a bunch of measurements. It says here you measured your penis, and it measured exactly three inches while hard. Do you remember this?"

Two quick strokes.

Such fun memories.

For me that is.

I continue.

"Do you think you measured correctly? I mean, three inches just doesn't sound like an accurate measurement to me. Is there a chance you measured incorrectly, and your dick is larger than what you think it is?"

Josh hesitates for a bit. His mouth stalls for a second, then slides down all the way down my shaft.

Apparently, Josh does not think his measurement is a mistake.

I wonder how often he has re-measured his tiny stick in the past weeks, hoping for it to start growing.

I guess I should ask him, I mean, he is right here anyway. He's kinda busy at the moment, but luckily not too busy to answer a question or two.

"Have you measured yourself since you did this initial measurement?"

Two quick slides.

"And so far, is your dick still the same size?"

Yes again.

I need to think of more "no" questions. I like it when he slides all the way down and stays down. It feels fucking great.

I have fantasized about putting my hand on top of his head after he slides all the way down my pole and holding it down for a few extra seconds. It makes me horny to think of him trying to lift his head up and being unable to do so due to my hand blocking him.

Something to look forward to.

For the next few minutes, Josh blows me steadily, like the pro he is, and I bring up tidbits of information I am discovering.

I note the high-quality research studies they cite. I comment on his journey from mixers to harvesting our Human Growth Hormone directly from our dicks.

Josh doesn't comment much. Well, he literally can't, with his mouth being full and stuff.

He is sucking me with an amount of focus and dedication that would have made me cum already if he hadn't sucked me off a few hours ago.

Once I get to the end of all the messages, I compliment Josh. Not on his cock-sucking this time, which deserves praise as well, but on making a good decision with picking Small No More.

"Hey dude. I finished reading all those messages between you and Small No More. It is clear to me that you picked a quality group to work with."

Nice long strokes, nice long strokes.

I continue.

"Question, did you already forward the message you accidentally sent to me to the Small No More team?"

Deep dive all the way down my shaft.

I love our "no" answer.

"Got it. Since you are, you know, kinda busy at the moment, want me to forward this to them real quick?"

A slight pause.

Not a yes, and not a no.

This is tripping him up a bit.

After a few seconds, he gives me two quick slides on my dickhead.

Not the most enthusiastic "yes", but permission nonetheless.

"Ok dude, I will forward this to them right now."

I copy and paste the message he sent me into a new email message, address it to Small No More this time, and hit send.

No need to delay things.

"Ok squirt, I sent the message to them, I hope they will respond quickly."

Josh gives me two quick sucks.

Glad we are on the same page.

I speak up again.

"Ok, before we transition to our second conversation, the one about your most recent harvesting session with Taylor, there is something that is nagging at me."

Nice long stroke, nice long stroke.

This boy is a legit hoover.

"I have a hard time believing your measurements are correct. I honestly cannot imagine that your dick could only be three inches long when erect."

I can sense his mind racing. He keeps blowing me, but there is a hesitancy. He knows he's trapped.

He's gotten to know me well over the past months, and he knows that whatever he answers, I am going to ask for proof.

Truth be told, I am not dying to see that tiny baby carrot and those pea sized balls again. I already saw them in the pics he sent to the Small No More team.

Not a pleasant sight.

That said, there is for one big reason for me to get Joshie out of his pants right here in front of me.

Getting him buck naked will humiliate him to his core.

That is an excellent reason to suffer the sight of this barely visible micro dick situation.

This is also an opportunity to put me in a totally different power position than Taylor. Once he can speak again, you know, when his mouth is not full like it is right now, Micro will beg me not to share all this new knowledge with Taylor.

I will likely grant him this wish.

And there will likely be somewhat of a price to pay for my silence.

I continue.

"Listen up dude. I think we need to take a brief pause from you maturing me. I know that's not how we normally do a maturation session, but I want to verify this measurement. If you measured incorrectly, and your dick is bigger than you think it is, you are losing sleep over something that is not even happening in real life."

Josh looks up from his position under the table with a sense of utter panic. His eyes are begging me not to go forward with this.

I think he's gonna die of shame right here in front of me.

That would be a terrible outcome, I don't want to give up the daily blowjobs.

I speak up.

"Go ahead and let my dick go for now. Let's grab a ruler and make sure your measurements are indeed correct. Come on, let's get this over with quickly."

Josh lets go of my cock hesitantly.

I know, it's a big sacrifice for me as well.

He speaks up. He sounds close to tears.

"Do you really have to do this?"

Haha, yes I do!

The more I know about you, the better I can control and manipulate you!

I answer quickly and confidently.

"Yes, I need to do this, and I hope that you see that I am doing this for your benefit. If you made this measurement in error, you are getting worked up over nothing."

I mean, I shouldn't refer to his micro as nothing, but in my defense, there's not that much more there than nothing.

I continue.

"Also, this is about you coming clean with me. For several months, I have been donating my jizz to you because you told me you needed my Human Growth Hormone to grow a little taller. Now suddenly, we are talking about the size of your dick. I am sorry, but at this point, I need to see some things with my own eyes."

Josh takes a deep breath, and breaks eye contact, dropping his gaze downwards.

He could not look any more embarrassed right now.

He speaks up. I can barely hear him because he again whispers instead of speaking up.

"Ok, I will grab the ruler I used. It's right here in the kitchen drawer."

Perfect, finally, we are going to get the big reveal. Or at least a tiny reveal.

Josh gets up from under the table and heads to the kitchen drawer that holds the ruler we need.

I grab the briefs I was wearing earlier and put them back on. I feel sad putting my cock away, but it doesn't seem right to do this important medical examination buck naked with my dick at full mast.

My dick ends up poking out of my briefs. It's way too hard to fit inside my underwear.

Josh finds the ruler, turns around, and looks at me expectantly and fearfully.

I speak up.

"Look dude, there is no easy way to say this. You're gonna have to drop trou and let me see."

He doesn't move.

I have a rare moment of doubt. Do I wait him out, or do I increase pressure?

Or did I finally stumble upon the one request he is going to say no to?

Is he going to flat out refuse to show me his micro?

I decide to trust my instincts and wait him out.

After another couple of seconds, he speaks up.

"Hmm, so, should I get myself hard before I take my shorts off? You don't need to see it when it's soft, right?"

Ha!

Of course he is not going to tell me no!

He is just working out the logistics in his little brain.

I am glad I trusted my instincts and waited him out.

I answer immediately.

"Sure dude, that makes sense to me, at least for now, we can just measure it when it's hard, and we can take it from there."

Joshie speaks up again.

"Do you mind if I turn around to get myself hard?"

I answer calmly, even though my cock keeps distracting me. It's screaming for attention, and Josh's wet mouth is so close by.

"Great idea dude, go ahead and turn around and do what needs to be done. Hand me the ruler first though so I am ready to measure you."

Josh hands me the ruler over the kitchen island and turns his back towards me. He puts his right hand inside his shorts.

I realize there is a wonderful opportunity here for me.

"Hey dude, take the shorts off. They are going to be in the way if we want to take a quality measurement."

Step one, visible hesitation. Step two, internal resignation. Step three, perfect compliance.

I am going to call this "The Micro Three Step."

It's a popular dance for teenage boys with micro dicks who need to be butt fucked by dudes with big dicks.

He slowly moves his shorts down to his ankles. I notice that he is still wearing the jockstrap from the earlier harvesting session.

I decide that the jock needs to go as well.

"Hey dude, lose the jockstrap as well, I can't take a good measurement if that thing is still on you."

He obeys, as expected.

I play with my cock.

This is the best fucking striptease I have ever seen, and I don't even have to throw dollar bills at the performer.

He steps away from the island towards the sink, which brings his ass in perfect view. He moves his right arm towards the front of his body. I assume he's rubbing his tiny sausage.

Checking out his bubble butt is making me even hornier than I already was, even though my view is partially obstructed due to the long baggy t-shirt he is wearing.

Knowing that I have some solid momentum here, and feeling deserving of a perfect view, I decide to push for more.

"Your t-shirt is a bit long. It's going to be in the way as well. Take the shirt off too, that way, we can do the measurement correctly."

Step one, hesitation. Step two, resignation. Step three, compliance.

No protest.

No words.

The slightest delay, and he takes the shirt off as told.

I start thinking about how and where I should measure his little peep. I want to maximize his humiliation.

My improv skills help me out yet again. The solution is obvious. I am going to order him to get on top of the kitchen island and lie down on his back.

That way, he is super exposed, which will make him feel extremely embarrassed.

I speak up immediately.

"I am going to grab a beach towel for you. I need you to lie down on the kitchen island, on your back. I want you on a stable surface so that I can take an accurate measurement."

I am telling, not asking.

I am really loving life right now.

I walk to the laundry room, which is next to the kitchen. We always keep a stack of clean towels here. I grab one of them, and head back to the kitchen.

Josh is standing in the same spot where I left him. His back is towards me, and he appears to be ensuring that his micro is fully boned. He turns his head towards me and looks at me fearfully.

I toss the towel on the island.

"Ok dude, this is going to be awkward for both of us, so let's just get it over with."

I almost feel sorry for him. His eyes are pleading with me not to go forward with this plan.

I think of one more order to give him.

"Dude, grab me a pair of latex gloves please. I will need to, you know, handle your equipment, and I think it would be best if I don't touch your wiener directly."

The fact that you have been handling my equipment, with your mouth, in a very, hmm, well, direct way, does not mean I am going to touch your junk without a basic protective layer.

Josh turns to his right and heads for the drawer that has the box of gloves. I am so glad that we store gloves in the bottom drawer. He treats me to a great show as he bends over and grabs the gloves I requested.

He turns around, two gloves in his right hand. His left hand covers his little wiener. I want to order him to stop doing that, but I think it's better to allow it for now.

I smooth out the towel on top of the kitchen island and gesture for him to get up.

Step one, visible hesitation. Step two, internal resignation. Step three, perfect compliance.

He is moving through the Micro Three Step very quickly. Honestly, it's becoming more of a Micro Two Step. He appears to be skipping step one, moving right into the second and third steps.

He hops onto the kitchen island and lies down on the towel. He manages to keep his left hand in front of his micro as he climbs up.

I gesture for the gloves, and Josh hands them to me.

I put both gloves on and pick up the ruler.

I wonder whether his micro has stayed hard, or whether the embarrassment and pending humiliation has made it soften a bit.

Josh continues to cover his tiny sausage with his hand. He does not want me to see it.

He would probably give up one of his little pea-sized balls right now if that would prevent me from ever seeing his junk.

Hmm, that makes me think of something. Maybe I need to inspect his little nuts as well?

I decide to go forward with just his breakfast sausage for now.

I try to think of a way to delay this moment. I am enjoying his discomfort so much, but my dick reminds me that we need to move on.

I give it a big squeeze. Feels strange to touch it with these latex gloves on.

I speak up.

"Ok, let's get this over with. I need you to move your arms all the way up above your head, and then put your hands under the back of your head. Use them like a little pillow. I need you to keep your hands there until I finish the measurement."

Josh does not move.

At all.

I think he may have stopped breathing altogether.

I continue, calmly, authoritatively, but with a nurturing side as well.

"Listen squirt, I know you don't want me to see your junk, but I promise, this is for your own good. If you need to, close your eyes, I am sure that will make it a little easier for you."

My dick is so fucking hard, I wonder how I have any blood left for the rest of my body.

My approach works.

After giving me one last pleading look, Joshie closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in, and then lifts his arms up.

He places his hands behind his head as instructed.

His current posture is somewhat comical. Most often, when you lie down on your back with your hands behind your head, you are relaxing. Like lying out in the sun.

Poor Josh, relaxation is not on the menu for him today.

I decide to add one tiny layer of discomfort.

"Joshie, one last thing, spread your legs wide for me. That will give me a bit more space down there, it will make the measuring easier and more accurate."

Step one, wait, nope.

No Three Step.

Immediate obedience.

Josh spreads his legs out to about thirty degrees on both sides. Plenty of space for me to complete this important task.

I shift my attention to his (lack of) equipment.

I have already seen his wiener in the pictures he submitted to Small No More.

It looks even smaller in person.

I forgot how little pubic hair he has. I wonder whether he grooms it. There is hardly any hair there, and because it's so blond like the rest of him, he looks almost hairless.

I make a note in the back of my mind. We should discuss this pubic hair situation with Small No More at some point. They will probably tell him to shave it off completely. Go back to your ten your old self.

Could be fun for Taylor and me to monitor. Once a week, make sure all hair down there has been removed to perfection.

That is if Taylor works hard enough to get back in the game.

Ok, stay focused Travis. Let's get this measurement done so Joshie can get back to the important task of maturing your second Human Growth Hormone donation to him.

I speak up.

"Ok little dude. I am about to start measuring. As you know, I am going to have to handle your wiener, so just be prepared for that."

No response. I don't think he is breathing anymore. He may not have taken a breath since he got onto the kitchen island.

"Ok, take a deep breath, here it goes."

I grab Josh's tiny prick, using my thumb on one side, and my index and middle finger on the other side. There is no room for my ring finger or pinkie.

Josh responds with a loud gasp. I see his abs flex, and I can tell from his arms tensing that he wants to move his hands down and remove my hands from his little sausage.

I hold his little prick up and move the ruler closer. As I do this, I realize that he is probably not fully erect anymore.

I decide to inquire.

"Josh, is your penis currently fully erect?"

Josh responds quickly.

"No Sir".

There it is again. It's instinctive with him. My dick jumps at the sound of it.

He goes on.

"I don't think it is. I mean, I can tell that it's a little bit hard, but I don't think I am, hmm, fully erect."

That tracks.

I guess I need him to move his hand down after all to get himself hard, although as soon as I have that thought, I have a new idea.

Just for shits and giggles, I give his wiener a couple of gentle squeezes. Josh responds by tensing up his entire body.

His little wiener has the opposite response. It is happy as can be. I feel it harden.

I hadn't even thought of this in advance, but this is clearly a whole additional level of mindfuckery.

I decide to just run with it. This is for the love of science and data gathering.

I speak up, sticking with my newly found doctor voice.

"Josh, I am going to briefly manipulate your penis. The goal is to get you fully erect for an accurate measurement. Please indicate to me when you believe you are at full hardness."

I am glad I told him to close his eyes. It gives me more control over him. I feel like I have free reign and can do whatever I want to do with his tiny carrot.

My cock is screaming for attention. It is leaking precum like crazy.

If Micro was blowing me, I would be encouraging him to lick the precum off my fuck stick, and swallow it, for a bit of extra Human Growth Hormone.

Hmm, it would be wasteful for me to let this potent juice go to waste.

I put the ruler down, and scope up the precum onto my gloved index finger.

I speak up.

"Josh, since you were maturing me so well, my dick is still hard, and it is leaking a bit of precum. Open your mouth so I can feed it to you. The extra Human Growth Hormone will help you with your goal."

As soon as I finish my sentence, I shove my finger into Josh's mouth. He immediately licks it clean, and then holds his mouth open, expecting more.

I swipe my dickhead a second time and put my finger back between his juicy lips. He sucks hungrily, quickly swallowing the juice he's harvesting.

Towering over him, watching him lie down like this, finger feeding him my boy juice, this is horny as fuck.

I give my dick a quick squeeze and direct my attention at the tiny lump of flesh in front of me. I stroke it a few times to make it fully hard.

Josh gasps loudly and involuntarily picks up his head. His keeps his eyes perfectly closed.

His dicklet is very responsive.

After I stroke it four or five times, it gets really hard.

Josh speaks up. He does not want this to last any longer than necessary.

"Suh, hmm, Travis, I am pretty sure I am fully erect."

He thought about saying Sir again. I heard it loud and clear, even though he caught himself.

I reply joyfully.

"Perfect, let's measure it. To stay hard, just imagine that a hot chick is playing with you."

I grab the ruler and place it next to his wiener.

Josh obviously got it right when he measured it.

It's three inches.

Not and inch, or half inch, or quarter inch, or whatever part of an inch you can come up with more.

Three inches is all it is.

Sad but true.

I mean, not sad for all of us, it has gotten Taylor and me some excellent dick service over the past months.

I speak up, making sure that my voice has the appropriate amount of solemness to mark this sad occasion.

"Josh, I have completed the measurement. I am afraid you were correct all along. It's exactly three inches."

I make sure not to say the word dick. If I say "your dick is three inches", I am giving him credit for something that isn't there.

This is not a dick.

It's too small to be called that.

Josh does not respond.

I should have told him to open his eyes.

That would have been a good acting challenge for me. Looking him right in the eyes, and keeping a sad, solemn face while sharing this news.

Oh well, I am sure there will be opportunities for this soon.

I get another idea. As long as we have this "petting zoo" vibe going, there are probably more body parts that need to be inspected.

I speak up.

"Question, did you do any measurements to your nuts?"

Joshie opens his eyes immediately and fearfully.

He answers tentatively.

"Yes, Small No More asked me to guess the size of them for their records."

I respond with enthusiasm.

"That makes sense to me, seems like your nut size is probably correlated with dick size, you know, the larger your nuts grow, the more likely it is that your wiener will grow."

I mean, it makes sense in my head, which is all that matters.

Blow-Josh nods tentatively.

I continue with enthusiasm.

I just love the scientific process.

"Since I am down here, I am going to do a quick inspection of your ball-sack, and your nuts. Having some additional data will likely be helpful in the future."

Josh's face is not enthusiastic at all.

He can be such a buzzkill.

Importantly, he does not protest.

I turn my attention back to his crotch.

I grab his nut-sack and pull down gently. I am creating a bit of space so that I can safely complete this medically necessary nut-spection.

Joshie responds by freezing all body parts, including his breath. I am undeterred and continue my discovery process.

The power surging through me is making me incredibly happy.

My dick is throbbing.

My gentle tugging is loosening up his ball sack. After some gentle scrotum molestation, oops, I mean massage, I go in for the price.

And what price I find.

Holy shit.

To call these mini marbles "pea sized" is the biggest insult to peas ever made.

When I locate the first one, I am unsure whether I am touching an actual testicle, or whether this is simply a skinfold.

Josh has closed his eyes again. Despite the closed eyes, his facial expression is intense. I think he is trying to teleport himself to a different universe.

I locate his second mini marble.

I gently roll it between my fingers.

I decide to call out the elephant in the room.

Hmm, there must be a better metaphor for this scenario. There is nothing elephant-like down here. I mean, there's not even a real trunk.

"Joshie, I think I read earlier that you reported your balls as "pea sized" to Small No More. Am I remembering this correctly?

Josh nods.

Eyes closed. Wishing he was anywhere but here.

I keep his little nuts in my hand and play with them a bit.

It's kinda fun.

I wanna give them a nice hard squeeze, just to see how he will respond, but decide that this is not the right occasion for that.

I don't want to startle my cocksucker.

I continue. I need to wrap this up. My dick needs to go back inside that warm wet mouth as soon as possible.

I continue.

"Well, after locating the two of them, I agree with your description. I think "pea-sized" is about right."

Honestly, "shriveled up raisin" would have been more accurate than "pea-sized", but I don't want to get lost in the details. I am a big picture guy.

I let go of his scrotum.

I turn around to toss the ruler back into the drawer it came from.

As I get to the drawer, my eye catches my dad's magnifying glass. It has been in that drawer for as long as I can remember.

The magnifying glass gives me a new idea.

The semi-medical vibe we have going creates a great opportunity to check whether Taylor's unauthorized butt-poking has caused any damage to Joshie's tiny hole.

I notice a flashlight right next to the magnifying glass.

This was meant to be. A full ass inspection kit at my disposal.

I grab the two items and speak up.

"Josh, before we transition to our next action item, which is you retelling the Taylor incident to me, I need to do one other thing."

His eyes stay closed. He is listening intently.

"I am going to do a brief inspection of your butthole. I want to make sure that Taylor didn't damage anything."

Josh's expression changes.

He does not seem enthusiastic about my idea.

Luckily, he is too much of a pussy to protest.

I push forward.

"I need you to pull your knees all the way up toward your chest, so I can take a good look."

Josh opens his eyes but does not speak up. He is letting his pleading eyes to the talking. I'm not in the mood for pleading or whining from him.

I am in the zone. I am fueled by a bit of lingering anger and a whole lotta horny tonight.

I speak up, forcefully this time.

"Let's go dude. Trust me, this is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you. Let's get this over with. Pull those legs up now."

After a couple of additional seconds of inaction, Josh pulls up his legs as instructed.

I turn the flashlight on and aim it at Josh's ass.

I notice that even though his legs are pulled up, his little hole is still hidden, due to the juiciness of his ass cheeks hiding the prize I will soon claim.

I decide to ask Josh for a helping hand.

"Ok dude. I need you to give me a hand here. Move your hands all the way down, grab your butt cheeks and pull them out to the side so I can get an unobstructed view of your butthole."

Josh has closed his eyes again, using the coping strategy I taught him earlier. What a great student he is.

He has no protest left in him. He slowly moves his hands down, grabs his butt cheeks, and pulls them sideways.

I focus the flashlight on his little fuckhole.

The area around it appears completely hairless. When I study it using the magnifying glass, I notice that there are some very light, almost translucent hairs around his hole and on his butt-cheeks.

Good to know, and something to keep in mind. We may need to remove these at some point to make sure his ass is a perfect girl ass.

The second thing I notice is that the area around his hole looks, well, oily.

I wonder why this is. Surely, he took a shower earlier today after Taylor molested him.

As luck would have it, I am still wearing the latex gloves from the earlier micro-peepee-measurement that I completed with such poise and professionalism.

I decide to do a bit of closer investigation.

I switch the flashlight to my left hand and carefully move my right hand towards Josh's little hole. I lightly touch the skin and rub gently around the bull's eye.

Josh gasps loudly. Interestingly, he keeps his eyes shut.

I move my finger around his little booty hole. I can tell that this is making him extremely uncomfortable. His entire body is tensing up.

I decide to inquire.

"Dude, I hate to ask this, but I need to understand what's up. I am noticing that the skin around your butthole is, hmm, kinda greasy. Can you explain why this is?"

Josh asserts his right to remain silent. He stays perfectly quiet. I decide to give him a bit of encouragement and move my finger to the middle, applying the tiniest bit of pressure.

I think the message is clear. Speak, or get poked.

Josh speaks up hesitantly.

"I put some lotion there before you told me to come see you."

Oh wow, this is getting rather interesting.

I inquire further.

"Why did you put lotion on your butthole?"

Josh opens his eyes. He looks embarrassed. Like I caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.

Suddenly it hits me.

I am not catching Micro with his hand in the cookie jar at all. His hand, or at least a finger was up in his little fuck hole.

This little bitch played with his little hole after the session he had with Taylor.

OMFG.

I continue inquiring, forcing myself to hide the growing excitement I feel.

"Josh, we talked earlier about you coming clean with me. Tell me exactly what you did."

I wonder whether his little love chute is still greased up on the inside as well.

I keep my finger at the entrance of his hole and add a bit of pressure.

It's not going in.

Yet.

Josh speaks up.

"After I had the harvesting session with Taylor, I came back to my room, and.."

He stops talking mid-sentence.

He doesn't want to out himself as a total ass-whore.

Which he clearly is.

I add more pressure and sure enough, Joshie relaxes his hole, and my finger slides in. I stop with only the first digit of my index finger inside him.

Damn, we got lucky. This dude is a little ass-pirate.

I speak up, sternly.

"Finish your sentence Josh."

My dick is going to explode. No dick can survive being this swollen. This is the last day I will be the proud owner of a massive 8.5 incher.

Josh takes a deep breath and speaks up.

"I used the lotion to see whether I could recreate the feeling that I got when Taylor put his finger inside me. As I told you in the email that I accidentally sent you, he touched this specific spot that felt great."

I push my finger in a bit further. It slides in without meeting resistance.

Josh looks up at me.

He looks super embarrassed.

I think he is holding back something.

I continue.

"Josh, my finger is now inside you to do the needed inspection. I am going to carefully move it around to make sure that your rectal tissue is undamaged from the earlier intrusion. In the meantime, I need you to tell me exactly what you did to yourself. Do not leave any detail out."

He is squirming, and it's not because of my finger slowly entering the full depth of his fuckhole.

His micro is at full mast.

I think I know what happened.

You jacked off, didn't you?

You got yourself off while poking your G-Spot after you let Taylor fingerbang you, right?

I keep my composure, at least outwardly.

Josh continues his report, voice as soft as a whisper.

"Well, like I said, I took some lotion, and I put it on my fingers, and then I put one of my fingers inside. And yea, I found the spot pretty quickly."

I am sure you did you little ass pirate.

I speak up, forcing myself to hide the growing excitement I feel inside me.

"Am I currently touching this magic spot?"

Josh shakes his head.

He speaks up.

"No, you're close to it, but you are not touching it."

This is making me extremely horny. Josh lying on his back, knees pulled up all the way to his chest, ass fully exposed, allowing me to penetrate him without any kind of protest, and now coaching me how to find his little slut-spot.

I start feeling around for the magic spot, while simultaneously continuing this important interrogation.

"What did you do when you found the spot?"

Before he can answer, I hit the spot.

I know it's the right spot for two reasons.

Number one, the area feels different from all the tissue around it. It's much firmer than the tissue I have explored so far.

Second, Micro responds as if I am performing an exorcism. He gasps, then moans, and every muscle in his ripped little bod contracts.

Holy shit.

This is great.

I repeat my question.

"What did you do when you found the spot?"

Josh answers my question. His voice is unsteady.

"I masturbated."

Fuck yea!

I knew it!

Tickling his slut spot made him so happy, he just had to give himself a wank.

I wonder whether I should just fuck him right here right now. I don't think he would stop me. In fact, I am pretty sure he is going to like it, especially if I figure out how to hit his little G-Spot with my cock.

I decide against going this route. If I fuck him right now, there is no way we can retroactively make ass-fuckery fit into the Small No More narrative.

I want him to be told by Small No More to become a little ass slut. That will ensure he will beg for it again and again, as he will be getting plowed to make his peepee grow.

I force myself to focus on the here and now.

I need to finish up the ass exam so that we can progress to our final chapter for the evening.

I move my finger around inside his hole a few times, making sure to hit his little slut spot every so often. His response is electric every time I do. Fuck, this little dude really gets off to having his prostate tickled.

I speak up, sounding firm and decisive.

"Joshie, I am not totally sure what all of this means, you wanking off while stimulating yourself internally. We need to talk to Small No More about this, I am sure they will have some answers for you."

Spoiler alert.

The answer is to stop using fingers immediately, and to switch to a smooth, thick object, roughly eight and a half inches long.

I continue.

"On the bright side, I have carefully probed around, and other than noticing that you are very responsive to having your prostate touched, I have not found any damage internally. I don't excuse what Taylor did, and the way he did it obviously, but it does appear like no physical damage was done."

Josh takes in the news in silence.

I go on.

"We have one final action item."

Having this serious conversation, while my finger is all the way inside him, sending shockwaves through his little muscle bod with my newfound "tickle-the-slut-spot" game, is deeply satisfying.

I go on.

"I must understand what happened between you and Taylor. It will be hard for you to re-experience, but I feel responsible, and I must get to the bottom of it."

Boom!

Two puns, one sentence.

That's called being on top of your game.

Micro gives me his long face.

Why the pouting?

Don't you love a good pun?

I give his slut spot a little tickle.

He moans involuntarily.

My dick is throbbing.

It's just a few inches from his hungry little hole.

I continue.

"We need to go to the gym, and you need to show me exactly what happened, where it happened, the order in which things happened, etc."

It's show and tell time.

Josh looks at me with a look of confusion, horror and, for the first time today, a bit of defiance.

I could be wrong, but I think he may be getting ready to tell me "No" for the first time in his young life.

I roll on, determined to bring my idea to fruition.

"This will be difficult for you, but I need you to trust me. Once I know exactly what happened between you and Taylor, I will be able to address it."

Joshie looks like he wants to say speak up.

Protest most likely.

Understandable as that may be, this is no time for protest. I need to get off, which means we need to get moving.

I pull my finger out of his love chute.

Josh seems sad that his tiny hole is once again empty.

Don't you worry Joshie, it will not be empty for long.

I speak up, with urgency.

"Listen up dude. This will be awkward for both of us, but we need to get it done. Let's get going, the sooner we start, the sooner this will be over."

I don't think it will be as awkward for me as it will be for Micro, but it's important to promote a sense of comradery.

Josh is frozen like a statue.

Maybe that's been his problem. He's one of those European statues from the Middle Ages. All of them have little peepees as well.

I continue.

"Let's go dude. You can do this. This won't take long at all, and once it's done, you will feel much better."

Out of the two of us, I probably have better odds to be "feeling better" after our gym encounter. I am about to get my dick sucked, and I am going to enjoy fingerbanging my little boy bitch while getting serviced.

This reminds me of something.

"Josh, why don't you run upstairs and grab that bottle of lotion you mentioned? I want to make sure that you are well lubricated during the re-enactment."

His face turns from significantly shocked to absolutely horrified.

While he is not actively protesting, his lack of movement means we are not moving forward.

NOW GET THE FUCK UP AND SUCK MY DICK is what want to yell.

Instead, I return to nurturing, big brother Travis.

"Dude. I know this is a lot to take in."

Damn, puns for days. I amaze myself.

"Take a couple minutes to process your thoughts. Grab some water if you think that helps. Once you are ready to go, get the lotion and meet me in the gym."

I notice the clothes he took off earlier.

I pick up just the jockstrap and toss it to him.

"You can put the jockstrap back on if that makes you more comfortable."

Who doesn't feel more comfortable walking around in a garment that puts your perfectly framed ass on display for the whole world to see?

I head to the gym without looking back. I hope Josh does not chicken out. I am trusting my instincts by walking away from him.

When I get to the gym, I decide to get out of my briefs. I wrap a large towel around my waist, carefully positioning my still rock-hard dick upwards.

I look around the workout room.

I wonder where and how Taylor made this finger-fuckery happen.

I gently squeeze my dick through the towel.

Come on Joshie. You can do this. You are not giving up now, are you?

Now that we are finally closing in on your little fuckhole?

A few minutes later Josh appears in the doorway.

He is wearing just the jockstrap, and he successfully retrieved the bottle of body lotion.

Excellent job as always in the following instructions department.

I decide to get to work right away. We have a job to do here.

His juicy mouth needs to get going on my cock.

I speak up.

"Ok dude. Let's get started. I need you to tell me exactly what happened. Let's start with the obvious. Where was Taylor positioned?"

Josh's eyes wander off to the mat in the corner of the room. He speaks up, his voice not much more than a whisper.

"He was on the mat. He was leaning against the big exercise ball and he ordered me to be on his right side at a ninety-degree angle."

Ah, this makes sense.

Taylor positioned him sideways.

This produces a perfect view of his juicy ass in the mirror behind him, and this position gives the receiver of the blowjob great access to the sucker's asshole.

Mad props to Taylor.

Who is still a disloyal asshole, but also, damn, great planning.

I walk to the spot that Micro indicated.

I take the towel off, place it on the floor in front of the exercise ball, and sit down.

Comfy.

My dick is pointing straight up.

"All right Josh, go ahead and take your position."

Josh hesitates.

Does he not realize the meaning of the word "reenactment" that I used earlier?

He speaks up.

"Do you think I could just tell you what happened, you know, without, hmm, well, acting it out?"

Oh Josh.

You have so much to learn.

Of course you can just tell me what happened. You can use your words. I know you have lots of words.

But, when you use words, your mouth is not sucking nut-juice out of my cock, so therefore, the answer is a firm, "no", or "hell no", or, if you prefer, "hell the fuck no."

I respond immediately.

"Josh, listen closely. I am determined to find out what happened between you and Taylor. I won't understand it unless you and I experience this together. You need to trust me. We need to carefully re-enact this maturation session to get to the truth, and we will do just that. Now get in position."

My cock jumps when I say those last four words.

Fuck that feels good.

Josh bows his head, and reluctantly walks over to me, positioning himself in the spot he pointed out earlier.

Once he is down on his hands and knees he looks up at me. He's asking me whether he should start sucking, without asking me whether he should start sucking.

I decide to wait patiently.

One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one..

Damn, didn't even make it to a full three count.

Blow-Josh accepts his fate, lowers his head and wraps his lips around my cock.

Life is fucking great.

Josh quickly finds his rhythm. He has gotten to a legit expert level since he started milking us with his mouth a few weeks ago.

I look to the mirror on my right.

Damn, that is a great view.

Joshie's ass looks big and bouncy. The jock strap makes his already bubbly ass look even juicier. I immediately understand that Taylor lost all self-control.

This ass looks too good not to molest.

I force myself to get my attention back to moving the re-enactment forward. As much as I am enjoying Joshie caressing my pole, we need to stay on script.

To move forward accurately, I need to get more information from Blow-Josh. There are certain specifics I need to get clarity on. For example, how many minutes did it take for Taylor to start attacking his little fuckhole? How quickly did he locate Micro's pleasure spot?

I decide to interview Joshie, since, I mean, he's right here anyway, and Taylor is not really in the mix right this minute.

I speak up, making sure my tone is one of genuine curiosity.

"Joshie, I assume that when you started maturing Taylor, there was an amount of time that he was allowing you to mature him, and where he was not yet touching your butt."

I really want to say fuck-hole instead of butt, but I think it's too soon.

"Is that assumption correct?"

Two immediate quick slides.

Good boy.

"Tell me in slides up and down my shaft, roughly how many minutes did you mature Taylor without him touching your booty?"

He pauses briefly, then answers.

He gives me ten long slides up and down my shaft.

Feels fucking great.

I should have asked him to answer my question in seconds instead of minutes.

I speak up.

"Got it, ten minutes. I will set a timer on my phone right now for exactly ten minutes. I am going to ask you some more yes/no questions. The more details I know, the more realistic we can make this re-enactment."

No response, which is the correct response.

I use the next ten minutes to get as much of a play by play of their happy, well, for Taylor at least, butt-play scene. I learn that after the initial ten minutes, Taylor started to lightly caress Joshie's cheeks for about five minutes.

The next five minutes were focused on his hole, but Taylor didn't go in yet, he just played with the outside perimeter.

Finally, during the final ten minutes, Taylor entered Josh's love hole and found his little slut spot.

Smooth operator this Taylor dude.

Josh estimates that the entire session took roughly thirty minutes.

When we get close to the ten-minute mark, I ask Josh whether there is anything I didn't ask him that he wants to add.

He gives me two quick slides.

Dammit, he is going to have to remove his mouth from my cock after all.

I give him some detailed instructions.

"Ok dude, go ahead and lift your mouth up from my cock. Just be sure to tell me as quickly as you can, because we don't want to interrupt the maturation process."

Two quick slides.

I am so proud of my little hoover for being such a great communicator.

He takes a deep breath and lifts his head up from my cock.

He speaks quickly.

"There are two things that Taylor did that you haven't really asked me about. First, he was doing a lot of dirty talking, calling me his girl, like, it was important for him to not think of me as a dude, but to think of me as his girl. He was talking about my butt a lot, imagining that it was a girl's pussy."

He pauses, as if he is trying to remember the second thing he was going to tell me.

I immediately push his head back down on my pole. My cock is not meant to be exposed to the elements. It needs a warm, willing mouth around it at all times.

Josh obliges, resuming his sucking.

I respond to what he just reported.

"Ok dude, I appreciate you sharing that with me."

Two quick slides.

OMG, this dude.

He thinks we are having a conversation. Oh well, works for me.

I go on.

"Was there anything else you were going to add?"

Two quick slides.

"Cool. Tell me as quickly as possible."

Josh lifts his head.

He speaks hurriedly.

"He covered my head with a towel. He said it would help him think of me as a girl if he didn't see my face."

He immediately dives back on my pole.

There's a towel lying on the mat right next to Joshie's feet. It's probably the one they used earlier. I lean towards it, pushing Joshie's face down gently, so that my cock doesn't dislodge.

Josh responds by opening his throat and sliding all the way down on my tool.

Micro and I, we make a great team.

I drape the towel over his head and verify whether I draped it correctly.

"Josh, is this the way Taylor put the towel earlier today?"

Josh answers yes by giving me two quick slides.

I respond, announcing the next phase of our butt-venture.

"Ok, as far as the dirty talking goes, I don't want to distract myself trying to come up with a dirty talk conversation, I really want to focus on monitoring your physical responses. Makes sense?"

Two quick slides.

"Instead of me talking dirty, I will simply play a porn video on my phone. That way, we have the dirty talk, and I can still focus on the task at hand."

Josh continues making love to my cock.

I grab my phone and briefly browse my favorites.

I select "Alan's Anal Attacks" for this special occasion. It's this movie about this dude, Alan, who luvs fucking chicks in the ass. It seems fitting for the occasion.

I am sure that Josh will enjoy it tremendously.

"Ok, listen up. This is important."

Micro pauses his mouth movements briefly. That is not at all what I instructed.

I immediately push his head back down on my pole to indicate that stopping his sucking was not part of the plan.

Josh resumes his steady pace. Nice long strokes, up and down.

I go on.

"The ten minutes are up, so I am going to start touching your butt. Now, I need your feedback as I progress with the examination."

Nice long strokes, up and down.

Nice long strokes, up and down.

Micro brings an excellent attention span and a strong multi-tasking game to the table.

"As long as things unfold similarly to how they happened with Taylor, keep sucking me at your current, steady pace. However, if I move too fast, or too slow, I want you to slide all the way down on my cock like you are giving me a "no" answer."

Two quick slides.

Such a smart cocksucker.

"If you give me the "no", or "pause" sign, you will keep your mouth on my cock, and I will ask clarifying questions identify the issue."

Two quick slides.

Life is great. My cock is extremely happy.

I start the porn. I have watched it many times. It features two really hot women and of course Alan, who loves Anal.

I fast forward to get past the intro minutes. We don't need to hear about the family dynamics (they are stepsisters most likely), and it doesn't matter why Alan is in their nice suburban home (odds are that he is a plumber, or he there to do some kind of delivery, a large package most likely).

I forward to the part where sister one (the blond one with the huge tits) explains to sister two (the other blond one with the huge tits) and of course to Alan that she has had this weird desire lately to push things up her bum.

She asks Alan to help her with this terrible empty feeling.

I maximize the volume and prop the phone against Josh's left arm. This should give him an excellent audio experience. Bonus, I can see the movie from where I am seated.

I give him a quick heads up about his new job as phone stabilizer.

"Dude, keep your arm nice and still, I have the phone propped up against it so you can benefit from the soundtrack."

And I benefit from the huge tits that are filling the screen. It's called a win-win buddy.

I move my right arm towards his butt. I am looking forward to assaulting it for a second time today.

I sense Joshie's body stiffening in anticipation, but his sucking goes on without interruption.

I move my finger towards his plow-hole. I can see it move towards the bull's eye in the mirror.

Damn, this is horny.

Alan is visually inspecting sister one's (the blond one with the enormous tits) ass. It's an extremely thorough inspection, made better by adding some "gentle discovery probing" performed by Alan who is clearly an expert in this.

Sister two (the other blond one with the enormous tits) realizes she has had this same weird desire and is undressing.

Alan instructs both of them to climb up on the kitchen island and get on their hands and knees next to each other with their asses towards him. The sisters/ stepsisters quickly get in position.

I wonder whether Micro is paying attention to the narrative.

I lightly touch the outside of his little hole. I see a shudder go through his little muscle bod.

Alan has a finger inside ass number one. With his other hand, he is massaging her ass roughly, occasionally spanking it.

He is progressing much quicker than I am.

Sister one is moaning loudly. Alan is egging her on.

"You like this little slut? Do you like it when I play with your rear-pussy?"

Josh is going down on my pole hard. The horny talk makes him suck me better than ever before.

I move my finger back from his hole and massage his butt for a bit. I firmly massage his butt cheeks, matching the squeezing motions I see on the screen. I want to spank his juicy ass as well, but I decide not to. I don't want to risk an interruption in the excellent head he is giving me.

Alan is making all sorts of progress. He has both big-titted-blonds lined up and has several fingers in both their asses. It looks fucking hot.

"Fuck yea bitches, let Daddy play with those phat asses."

I continue massaging his butt. Damn, this boy's booty is all muscle.

Alan is getting serious.

"I am going to own those slutty asses. Who's getting daddy's pole first?"

I wonder whether Micro is listening to the actual words of the porn, or whether he has tuned it out due to focusing on the (blow) job at hand.

Either way, he is blowing me as if his life depends on it.

I wonder whether he is boning inside the jock he is wearing.

An idea hits me out of nowhere.

To step up the humiliation factor during this re-enactment, I need to get Micro out of the jock he is wearing. That way, I can observe, in real time, for the sake of science and data gathering obviously, how his tiny wiener responds to my ass-plorations.

I speak up immediately.

"Hey dude, I have decided to add one additional data point to our experiment. I need to understand how your dick responds when I touch you down there."

No two quick strokes this time.

Josh is not enthusiastic about this announcement.

Despite his lack of enthusiasm, he does not communicate "no" or "stop", so I push forward.

"I can guarantee you that this is something that Small No More is going to want to know."

I can guarantee you this Josh, because I am about to send you all sorts of questions about your ass play activities. On behalf of Small No More obviously.

Noting no protest, I move on.

"Keep doing what you are doing. I am going to remove your undergarment."

I have no fucking idea how my brain came up with the word undergarment, but I am glad it did, cuz it's the right word at the right time. It has a professional ring to it.

Right when I grab the waistband of the jock. Josh slides all the way down and stays down.

Hmmm.

Revolt.

I keep my hands on the jock, but don't pull down yet.

I am almost certain I know why he is hitting the stop button.

I inquire.

"Are you telling me to stop because this is not exactly what happened between you and Taylor?"

Josh moves his head up and gives me two quick slides.

I am a fucking mind reader.

I go on.

"Noted. I am going to go forward with this modification even though this is a slight departure from your experience with Taylor. I feel strongly about this. I need to understand how your wiener responds to anal stimulation. This is good data to share with Small No More."

I realize that the sense of betrayal I feel from Taylor going behind my back is making me into a better version of myself with this little cocksucker. I have been much too lenient and hesitant with him. This little asshole just needs to be told what to do, with as little back and forth as possible.

Josh gives me two quick tentative slides.

Not an enthusiastic "yes", more of a pouty "I guess so" answer.

I immediately pull the jockstrap down all the way to his knees. I prompt him to lean left and right and pull the tiny piece of fabric all the way down his legs and off.

I feel a jolt of power surging through me.

Josh stops moving his mouth on my cock momentarily, processing the embarrassment of being completely naked in front of me.

I immediately refocus him on the important task at hand.

I firmly push his head down on my cock and Micro resumes blowing me.

Long deep strokes with his perfectly warm and wet mouth.

Alan pulls out from sister (or stepsister) one and immediately plows into sister (or stepsister) two.

He is pleased with both his bitches.

"Fuck yea bitch. Your ass is even tighter than your sister's back pussy."

Told you they are sisters!

I look down at Micro's crotch. His tiny sausage is swollen, but it's hard (pun intended) to say for sure whether it is at full mast. Hmm, even if he is hard, the word "mast" is doing a lot of work in that sentence.

I decide to inquire.

"Joshie, I noticed your, hmm, penis is swollen. Is this because you are sucking me?"

Josh immediately takes a deep dive and stays down.

Ok, no need to scream "no" at me, but also, great dive, my cock is very happy right now.

I continue my inquiry.

"Ok, understood. Is it because I am playing the porn?"

Two immediate quick slides. He seems relieved to be able to give that "yes" answer.

I inquire further.

"Are you currently fully erect? Like a ten out of ten?"

Deep dive on my shaft and a good long hold.

"Tell me in strokes, out of a maximum score of ten, how do you rate the current state of your erection?"

Josh enthusiastically begins to answer my question with long, firm, up and down strokes. I continue playing with his ass without entering it.

He stops after six.

Interesting.

I wonder whether his score is going to go up once I play with his internal joy button.

I acknowledge the reported six out of ten as Josh resumes hoovering.

I come up with yet another idea.

Fuck, I am really on a roll today.

I speak up.

"Josh, I am going to briefly monitor your penis for hardness. Specifically, I want to understand what your penis feels like when you report a six out of ten score. I will continue to monitor the hardness level throughout the session to see whether it changes as things progress."

Are you getting my drift Blow-Josh?

Will your micro get hard as a rock when I play with your little slut button?

Josh doesn't respond and continues his steady pace.

I keep my right hand resting on Josh's butt and move my left hand towards his tiny peepee. I am glad that I decided to keep the latex gloves on. I really don't want to touch his privates without a protective layer. Also, the gloves give this petting zoo adventure a solid scientific vibe.

I grab his tiny tool between my thumb and index finger and give it a couple of gentle exploratory squeezes.

Josh makes a moaning sound. It causes a vibration to the head of my dick, which feels great.

Excellent team work again!

I report my findings back to my test subject, like any ethical scientific person would do.

"Ok, I registered what you reported as a six. I am curious to see whether you are going to stay at the six level, or whether your hardness score will change at all."

Deep long strokes.

Good answer.

Alan has found his rhythm. He is plowing the blond bitch with the big tits hard. She is screaming and moaning. The other blond bitch with the big tits is loudly encouraging them to go deeper and harder. She is fingering her front hole, while stuffing a dildo in her rear hole.

I decide it's time for some anal exploration. I grab the lotion and pump a nice big glob of it on my fingers.

I move my fingers back to the center of Micro's butthole and spread the lotion on and around his little fuckhole. I gently tease his hole, first with my index, then with my middle finger.

Micro's little sausage jumps every time I touch his little ring.

After five minutes of teasing, I gently press my middle finger in.

Josh's sphincter opens instantly. I think all the touching and teasing prepared him for some internal loving.

His wiener jumps up as soon as I enter him. It looks much harder to me.

I guess we better do another measurement.

I speak up.

"Josh, is your erection still at a level six?"

A good deep dive with a nice long hold.

"Tell me what the current hardness score is."

Seven deep, long strokes.

I continue.

"Got it, I will now manually monitor and store this level in my memory bank."

I move my left hand to Josh's baby carrot and give it a good squeeze, using my thumb on one side, and my index and middle finger on the other side. My two fingers cover almost the entire length of his dicklet.

For shits and giggles, I add a couple of quick slides up and down.

Josh stops sucking mid-shaft. He groans and gasps loudly, all at the same time, causing him to lose contact with my beautiful pole.

He catches himself before I even need to correct him and puts his lips back on my shaft.

I am really turned on.

Having this much power over him is agreeing with me.

I calmly continue.

"Ok, I have registered level seven."

Two quick slides.

Alan switches bitches. The blond with the big tits who just got fucked in the ass by Alan now wants to be serviced by her sister, who is getting plowed by Alan. She moves herself in front of her sister with the big tits, spreads her legs, and the two of them get even louder than they already were.

I pull my middle finger out of Joshie's hole and immediately push my index finger in. It slides in without meeting any resistance.

This is great news.

When this bitch opens up, he really opens up.

My cock is throbbing.

I wonder whether Micro can tell how turned on I am. My dick must be harder today than during any of our previous suck sessions.

As soon as I am in, I direct my finger to the little walnut I found earlier.

Just like he did in the kitchen earlier, Micro responds right away.

This time, he keeps his lips on my shaft, but he moans louder than ever before. It's not really a moan, it's more like a primal scream, but really muffled, because of the full mouth situation.

I give his prostate a few gentle swipes, and decide I need to scientifically check the effect this has on his mini wiener.

I consider announcing I am about to grab his dick but decide against it.

I am sure Joshie is a person who loves a good surprise.

Without removing my right hand from his love hole, I move my left hand back to his tiny peep.

I grab his micro with my just my thumb and index finger and give it a good squeeze.

The effect is dramatic.

Joshie's head flies up in the air, completely letting go of my cock. His back arches, and he accidentally, I assume, pushes his ass back, lodging my index finger deep inside him.

He lets out a loud "ahh" sound, not a pain kinda "ahh", but clearly a pleasure kinda "ahh" sound.

He freezes after doing this, I assume realizing that he made two rather reckless errors.

First, he abandoned my cock, which is a huge error.

Second, I think he realizes he has overshared in this moment.

The combination of me tickling his love spot while squeezing his boy sausage is clearly the most pleasure he has ever experienced.

His response means he has put more cards on the table than he meant to.

I realize that this is a huge win for me.

Although this journey we have been on together has obviously never been about Joshie's pleasure, the fact that his ass is this reactive is incredibly good news.

Taylor and I were always going to fuck this little boy bitch.

The fact that he loves his ass played with is a happy coincidence that will accelerate our plans and likely give us access to more ass than we had even imagined.

Joshie quickly resumes blowing me.

An idea pops up in my mind.

I wonder whether I can force him to cum by rubbing his tiny weewee while fingerbanging him, and make all this happen as I blow my boy butter into the back of his throat?

This would be such a giant mindfuck.

Surrendering to pleasure while being molested and swallowing an enormous load of jizz.

This simply must happen.

I decide to go back in discovery mode.

"From what I am registering, your penis definitely got harder after I briefly stimulated your prostate. Tell me, from your perspective, what is your current hardness level?"

We only have eight, nine and ten left.

Josh dives down on my shaft and gives nine deep strokes. I'll be damned, we skipped eight altogether.

Damn, sucker boy really likes his love button pushed.

I go on.

"I am surprised you scoring this a "nine" already. Did you mean to skip the "eight" level?"

Two quick slides up and down my dick head.

"Ok, it registered more like an "eight" to me than what I expected for a "nine" score. Let me check your hardness level again."

I put my thumb, index and middle fingers back on Josh's micro, and decide to tease him a bit. Instead of just a few squeezes, I stroke up and down about ten times.

"Ok, I am taking in the hardness level here, just stay still, I will be done soon."

I can tell I am driving him crazy with pleasure.

Alan is really going to town.

I have no idea which of the two blond bitches with the big tits he is currently fucking, but whichever one it is, she is in anal fuckery heaven. While his cock is slamming in and out of bitch one or two, his hands are assaulting bitch two or one in both her front and back bottom holes.

I move my index finger out of Joshie's hole replace it with my middle finger.

I push it all the way in and find his tiny walnut. I give it a gentle stroke, causing another full body response in him.

His little hole is surprisingly relaxed. I wonder whether I can add a second finger. I am tempted to try it but decide not to. I want to get Small No More in the mix first. They need to educate him about all things anal. I am sure there is some new research somewhere out there that shows the benefit of direct anal delivery of Human Growth Hormone. I am certain it is more effective than oral delivery. All those stomach juices can't be good for our donations.

I decide it is time to get this show to the finish line. My dick wants to explode, and I am going to give Josh what he deserves for putting out to Taylor without telling me.

I instruct Joshie to increase the speed of his sucking.

"Hey dude, I think it's time for you to harvest the donation I am about to give you. Go ahead and speed up the pace of your sucking and increase the pressure with your lips a bit. I should be able to finish pretty quickly."

Josh speeds up immediately, clearly eager to get this session over with.

I go on.

"I am going to continue to monitor your prostate and your penis until I cum. Keep your focus on my cock, and we will be done in another two or three minutes or so."

Josh continues at the new speed. I can tell he is going to make me blow within minutes, even though I already blew a load inside him earlier today.

Alan and the blond bitches with the huge tits are getting closer to finishing as well. Both bitches have already had several loud orgasms. Alan's cum shot is approaching.

I am pretty sure I can match the timing of his.

Let's see whether we can get Micro lined up as well.

I move my middle finger back onto Micro's prostate and start rubbing it with a bit more pressure than previously.

He arches his back and moans audibly.

I grab his tiny wiener with my thumb on one side, and my index and middle fingers on the other side. I slide them up and down a few times in a row, matching Josh's rhythm on my cock.

Josh slows down his pace, taking in the unexpected stimulation below.

I speak up immediately.

"Josh, stay focused on my cock so you can get your donation. I am gathering data to share with the Small No More team. Your job is to focus on getting your Human Growth Hormone from me, so get to work. Stop being distracted."

Josh speeds up his pace.

Message received, I guess.

I resume stroking his tiny stick.

Josh continues sucking me.

I notice his little walnut moving a bit under my middle finger.

Alan is getting close to orgasm, and his bitches are dying for his load. He is about to spray them all over their faces in the biggest cum shot I have ever seen in porn. I am pretty sure it's a bit enhanced, cuz when he finishes, his bitches have a gallon of jizz dripping down their faces.

I feel my nuts drawing up. I am very close to cumming.

I have no way of knowing how close Blow Josh is, but I am pretty sure he is getting closer as well. His breathing is getting super-fast. The pace of his sucking is starting to feel desperate. I think he is trying to get me off before I make him blow.

I decide to increase the pace of my "hardness-data-gathering" and give his mini some good strokes.

Josh arches his back in an instinctive response to get his tiny peep away from my prying hands. He pushes his ass back, rubbing his pleasure spot harder against my finger that is deeply lodged inside his ass.

Alan announces he is about to blow.

I feel my nuts drawing up. I am seconds away from cumming.

Josh is going up and down my shaft at a frantic pace. I am trying to hold back my cum, but I know I am not going to be able to do so much longer.

I increase the pressure on Micro's micro and rub back and forth, giving extra attention to the head of his tiny dicklet. I notice his prostate throb, which is convincing me that he is close to spitting a cum out of his dicklet.

I feel my load leave my nuts as Alan screams he is cumming.

As I start shooting deep inside Blow-Josh's throat, I feel his wiener throb. Fuck, I think I pulled it off.

Not his wiener of course, it's still firmly attached to his body, but the triple orgasm!

Josh's entire body spasms and I see his teeny-weeny spray several small drops of jizz onto the exercise mat.

I feel rope after rope of cum leave my cock, giving me a fucking incredible orgasm.

Alan is spraying his bitches with what looks like a gallon of jizz.

Josh is swallowing as fast as he can, trying to keep up with the volume of jizz that is pouring into his throat.

I don't see any additional cum from him other than the three drops he spewed initially.

Wait, I did all that work, I mean, at least two minutes of tugging, and all you've got is three drops of jizz?

Talk about an anti-climax.

It apparently feels climactic to Blow-Josh, cuz he is moaning around my cock which is still spewing jizz inside his little boy belly.

He is also moving his ass back and forth and side to side, which I think is maximizing the pleasure he is experiencing from my finger that is still pushing against his spasming prostate.

I shoot my last drops as Alan and his bitches collapse in happy exhaustion.

Josh appears to have swallowed all my jizz without spilling a drop, which is remarkable cuz I fed him at least half a gallon. Or that's what it felt like, it was a damn good cum.

I give myself a few minutes to recover.

Josh is breathing heavy, keeping my cock inside his mouth.

He has learned that I often have some late spurts and being the insatiable swallower he is, he knows to hang around for those.

As much as I want to enjoy the after-cum feeling, my lizard brain is telling me that I need to do something with Micro's unplanned dicklet leakage.

I pull my finger out of Joshie's love hole and grab my phone. I turn the porn movie off, put my phone away and grab the towel that is still draped over Micro's head.

I speak up.

"Hey dude, great job harvesting my donation. I need to ask for a bit of clarification so we can feed the right data to your Small No More team."

Josh looks up at me. Judging by his miserable facial expression, he knows exactly what I am about to ask him about.

"So, I was monitoring your hardness there towards the end, and, I could be wrong of course, but it felt like you got off on me gathering that data."

Josh lowers his gaze.

"Did you orgasm just now, from me monitoring your erection hardness level?"

Deep breath.

Josh speaks up.

"When you were monitoring my hardness, and also you were rubbing my prostate, it kinda felt like, you know."

He hesitates.

I wait.

"It felt kinda like it would feel if I were masturbating."

I reply immediately, sticking with a professional tone of course.

"Ok, so you confirm you had an unplanned orgasm. I need to ask you something then, look at the mat here. Is this a normal amount of output for you?"

Josh's gaze moves to the tiny drops of watery cum on the mat.

He speaks up, sounding like he could start crying any minute.

"I am not sure, to be honest, I normally always cum into a tissue, so I really don't know what a typical, hmm, output would be for me."

I decide to store away this information for now. I just had a great cum, I want to go take a long hot shower, and then I need to figure out my plan for Taylor.

I speak up.

"Ok squirt, you might wanna mention that to Small No More at some point. I am not an expert obviously, but from what I can tell, your jizz output is pretty low, which might be related to your size issue."

The slightest nod of acknowledgment.

I get up from the mat and wrap the towel I have been sitting on around my waist.

I speak up.

"Josh, I would appreciate it if you cleaned up your accidental spill."

I mean, these tiny drops are probably going to evaporate by themselves, but also, core values are a thing.

Clean up your mess!

"I will ping you when I get up tomorrow morning. Now that you are going to harvest two donations from me per day, it might be good to have you start first thing in the morning when I have a good overnight load for you."

I don't wait for his response.

I turn around and leave the gym. It's time for a long hot shower, and then, I will start planning both the Taylor intervention and Small No More's response to Micro's new message.

Life is busy.

Life is great.