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Subject: Special Lube Oil – Part 1 IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site, then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. fty/donate.html Copyright and content notice. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******************** Now, recently I found an amazing story in the Nifty archive called “Ejaculating for Science” by the writer ame. It is an amazing story and I recommend you read it prior to reading this. I was so inspired, I wanted to write a sequel and attempted to contact the writer; however, without success, the email address no longer active. If you are the writer, Firstly, thank you for an amazing read and idea; please forgive me for indulging my own depraved imagination and writing a follow on. To my loyal readers, let me know what you think of both the original and my follow on. Best Regards. Blackscar. ************************** Special Lube oil � Part 1 Mitch had been suspicious when he received the first call, indeed, he thought it was a wind up, until Dr Straction phoned a second time. Well, what would you have thought? Some stranger you don’t know contacts you out of the blue, telling you they work for one of the world’s premier medical research laboratories, famous the world over, for their work in DNA and genetics, and that they needed you to become involved to continue some important scientific research into male DNA and what the Doctor had called the “Excellence” male gene. It wasn’t until Dr Straction mentioned Joe’s involvement previously that he had taken them seriously. Mitch was taking over from Joe as the new varsity football starting quarterback for the coming season as Joe was moving on. He thought it was funny that Joe hadn’t mentioned involvement in such an obviously prestigious research programme; especially as they had recently spent so much time together discussing the hand over, etc. He resolved to ask Dr Straction when he got there; why the secrecy? Mitch hadn’t been terribly sure what the Doctor was talking about; all that DNA and Gene’s stuff; but he had heard of the company, few people living in Omaha, Nebraska hadn’t. There city centre headquarters, a glass tower dominating the city skyline; some said in the seedier part of town, but never the less the building was impressive. The day of the meeting arrived and, as promised, a car pulled up outside Mitch’s University accommodation to pick him up and take him to the meeting. He sat chuckling to himself in the back of the black Mercedes SUV with its blacked-out windows as they headed into the city: so, this was how the rich and famous travelled. The driver lowered the privacy glass, immediately getting Mitch’s attention. `There is cold bottled water in the fridge if you want one; please help yourself.’ `Oh, thank you, I will,’ Little did he know as he poured out the water into the crystal tumbler; that would be his first mistake of the day. The privacy glass closed once more and soft relaxing music began. Mitch still giggling to himself; how was this happening to him? He watched out of the windows as the car got closer to the glass tower; even from a few blocks away it was impressive, he strained to see the top, but the acute angle prevented him. Mitch gave a contented sigh as he finished his water; the excitement growing as he saw the glass and gilt metal entrance; he glanced towards the driver as they passed the grand entrance; Damn, he had hoped to be walking in on the red carpet, but it now looked like they were going straight into the underground carpark. The vehicle rounded a corner behind the building and pulled up at a security barrier; the driver exchanged words with the guard and the barrier opened allowing them access to the carpark; Now, who wouldn’t be impressed with all this? With the vehicle parked up, the driver invited Mitch to follow him; they got into a rather plain lift and went up several floors, the lift doors opening into a light and airy reception area; it struck him as strange, as it had no windows. Mitch looked round, nor did it have anyone at reception. The driver spoke again; only for the third time since he had picked him up. Mitch tried to place his accent; it was not American; maybe east European. `She is probably in the ladies’ room, Doctor Straction’s office is just down the corridor, on you go down and I will let the receptionist know you’re here when she returns.’ `Great, oh and thank you,’ The driver nodded and turned away. Mitch had missed another opportunity. Little did he know, but he was inside the building just behind the Glass Tower; they shared an underground carpark. He was not in the glass tower headquarters of the research company itself. He walked a short way down the corridor, arriving at a door marked DR D Straction; Advanced DNA and Genetics, he knocked. `Come in,’ Mitch slowly turned the door handle; somewhat apprehensively. He opened the door and went in, a 30-year-old male in a white doctor’s coat rose from a desk to meet him. `Dr Straction?’ `Yes, yes, please come in, you must be Mitch Steele?’ Mitch nodded, giving his best smile. `Yes, that’s me,’ Dr Straction was not disappointed, before him stood an amazing looking blond curly haired, eighteen-year-old youth; just what he was hoping for, this guy could be even better than Joe from last year. The boy’s T shirt strained to contain his chest muscles, and highlighted the trail of abs leading to his groin. Straction smiled to himself, real heavy duty cum gutters; excellent, we would put them to good use. Mitch’s thick arms, with their dusting of light golden hair, ended with large, well-manicured hands; another plus, nothing looked worse than poorly maintained hands and nails on the large screens. He was wearing flip-flops and beige knee-length shorts; more golden hairs graced his calves, again, the doctor was pleased to see he cared for his feet; Mitch was truly exceptional; Straction greeted him, smiling. `Come in and please sit down,’ He indicated for Mitch to sit on a low couch, `Coffee, or maybe a cold drink, water perhaps?’ `Oh, water will be fine, I don’t like to pollute my body with caffeine,’ Dr Straction smiled and crossed to a small fridge. He handed a bottle to Mitch. `That’s good to hear, young man, now I am sure you have lots of questions?’ Mitch nodded and was about to ask one when the doctor stood up again. `But first, I need to check you are just what we need, neither of us wants to waste the others time, I am sure.’ Mitch placed the bottle down on the table. `Fire away Doc,’ `Well, I am sure Joe has told you everything,’ Mitch shook his head; `No, I didn’t get a chance to speak to him.’ `Oh, now that’s a pity; he could have set your mind at rest, never mind, I can explain it all to you. As you may know, my company has been studying re-productivity in males for many years; and we have learned from a sample of your DNA we got from Joe,’ Mitch sat up. `My DNA? From Joe?’ The Doctor nodded. `See, I had hoped he would have covered this with you. With Joe having to leave the research program, I asked him for recommendations of guys çankaya escort with similar builds and outlooks to himself, who could take his place. He jumped at putting you forward; I remember him saying, “Anyone good enough to be replacing him as the opening quarterback must be exceptional, so he is your man.”‘ Mitch gave a little embarrassed smile; As Straction played to his vanity. `So, rather than risk wasting your time, I asked him to get us one of your old jock-strap’s, which would allow us to test for the genes we are looking for; and amazingly, the tests confirm it. You too have a special body type and Geno make up that is very rare. So, we would like you to continue with the experiments we need to perform; helping even more men and boys than Joe did to reach ejaculations they wouldn’t otherwise have.’ `Wow, wait a minute, did you say ejaculations? I am not gay, doctor,’ `I never thought you were, it’s your body we are interested in, not your sexuality,’ `Okay, but you need me to cum?’ Dr Straction sensed some resistance; he needed to push this on; glancing at his watch, he spoke again. `Mitch, time is pressing, and I need to examine you yet too, how would you be with me continuing to explain while I check you over?’ `Err, yes okay.’ `Great, follow me,’ The Doctor led Mitch through a white half panelled door into a smaller room, with an examination table and various lights cupboards and even a microscope on the counter. `If you can just strip off,’ It sounded more like an order than a request, he was kicking himself, wishing he had spoken to Joe. He began to get undressed as Straction pulled a curtain over on the wall revealing a full-length mirror. The doctor continuing with the spiel he had given to Joe nearly a year ago now. `Because of the way your muscles are built up on your body, and your ability to endure physical pressures resulting in your physique type. Your body is ideally structured to help these men out. Without you continuing the work started by Joe, we can’t continue to perform the tests and help these poor guys.’ Mitch nodded. Not really sure he had understood what the Doctor was saying; well, apart from the last bit. Straction stood watching him, his hands thrust into the pockets of his white doctor’s coat. `When you’re ready, can you join me in front of the mirror?’ Mitch felt self-conscious as he crossed to the doctor; he had been naked hundreds of times before and it never bothered him; what was it about this? Seeing his reflection, the doctor nodded and smiled. `Excellent, absolutely excellent, just as Joe told us. You have the body of Michael Angelo’s statue “David”. Muscles on muscles, well, with one big difference.’ The doctor’s eyes focused on the elephant in the room. `That’s very impressive, how hung are you?’ Mitch felt himself blush. `Err, soft like this, seven inches, pretty thick too though,’ The doctor nodded. `And you’re uncircumcised? That is unusual for American boys of your age,’ `Yes, my parents insisted I remain uncut,’ `Good, good, does your foreskin fully retract?’ Mitch nodded, sub consciously pulling back his foreskin and exposing his maroon plum sized and shaped helmet. `Very nice.’ The Doctors voiced sounded a little distant. `How big does it get?…… Show me,’ Another order; Mitch closed his eyes and began to slowly massage his shaft; he used his other hand to heft his balls; something not missed by the good doctor. He had already made a mental note of those beauties; imagining what punishment they could take in the name of science. Within a minute, Mitch had his cock rock hard, he stood with his hands to his sides; now rather proud of himself; His ten-inch shaft; now a rod of iron stood at forty-five degrees in front of him. `You shave your pubes?’ `Well, yes, trim really,’ Straction nodded, his eyes continuing to take in the visual feast before him. Mitch’s foreskin was stretched tight back now, no longer just slid back like the collar of a roll neck jumper, as it had been when he first stripped off; partially covering his glans. Now hard, his bow-string was stretched taut white, pulling at his glans, further enhancing the visual feast of his large throbbing purple bellend, finally, his cockhead was crowned with a wide pair of cocklips. Thick veins covered his shaft down to the base, where the skin pulled taut down to his heavy ball sac; it hung perfectly balanced, both balls the size of large hens’ eggs, gently swinging between his thighs as he moved. `May I?’ Mitch nervously nodded; Straction moved in front of Mitch and began to feel his muscles, starting at his neck and slowly working his way down his body; occasionally allowing a fingertip to trace one of the veins as it crossed a muscle. `You have an amazingly developed body, young man; incredible actually,’ Mitch blushed again, as Straction’s hand eased across his skin. `Hopefully no intention to get any tattoos?’ `No Sir,’ Mitch checked himself; why was he calling him Sir? Straction gripped his veiny thick shaft and squeezed; Mitch’s cockhead flared and a blob of precum formed at his cocklips. He blushed. `Oh, sorry about that Doc,’ Straction corrected him. `Doctor, please, not Doc.’ `Sorry, yes Sir,’ There he had called him Sir again. Straction squeezed the thick shaft again, another blob of precum oozed its way out of Mitch’s cocklips. The doctor’s thumb wiping it away as he turned towards one of the medical cupboards. `So, Joe won’t have told you, you will need to have a couple of piercings, then either? They are to help increase your semen production; they worked wonders on Joe, how would you feel about that?’ `Err, well, err, if you think it will help with the research, Sir,’ Straction rummaged in the metal cupboard, glancing back over his shoulder. `Oh, they undoubtedly did,’ `Well,’ `Good, good,’ The doctor handed Mitch a graduated glass beaker. `If you can just cum into this? It will give me a baseline for your semen production,’ `What here? Now?’ `Yes boy, you’re not shy, are you? A big jock like yourself?’ Mitch hesitated. Straction spoke again. `Look, try to think of all those guys who will get the chance to ejaculate thanks to you; think of them instead of yourself; please.’ With a sigh, Mitch gripped his cock and as the doctor sat his bum on the table; his eyes not leaving Mitch’s groin, he began to wank himself. As he grew close, he adjusted his stance; legs now wider apart, and held the beaker to the end of his cock. Straction hurried over and grabbed the beaker. `We don’t want to miss any,’ As Mitch groaned and his knees buckled, Straction knocked his hand away and grabbed hold of the throbbing shaft himself, counting out the spurts of cum leaving the cocklips in time to Mitch’s grunts. The bleachy smell of cum filled the air, reaching both of their nostrils, causing one to blush, the other to smile. Pooling in the bottom of the beaker, the cum was thick and gloppy, Straction gave Mitch’s cock one last long milk; squeezing out a last blob of cum, which now slid, leaving a snail trail of goo down the side of the glass until it seamlessly joined the rest of his load. Holding up the beaker to the light, he read the numbers off the side of the beaker. `Well, how did I do Doc, Oops sorry, Sir?’ `Well, the average male produces about five ml each ejaculation, as I would expect you are well ahead of that measly amount, why there must be twenty-five or Thirty ml here, do you always cum this much?’ Time for Mitch to blush again as he nodded. The doctor turned away; his nose very close to the beaker. `Excellent,’ As he glanced round the room, Mitch let out a cry. `My God, sorry Doc, Oops, çankırı escort sorry Sir, but is that a camera?’ `Yes, of course it is boy, we need everything recorded for the research,’ `Sorry, but you didn’t mention that,’ `Didn’t I? Well sorry, I meant too,’ `So, it was all recorded? Me wanking and cumming as well?’ `Yes, like I said, it has to be, to validate the experiments, don’t worry, no one will get to see the tape. Can you get yourself dressed now, and then we have a couple of bits of paper to sign and you can be on your way, I will get Zoltan to give you a lift back to your accommodation, how does that sound?’ * Back in Straction’s office, he sat Mitch down again. `So, are you happy to help all these guys who, if you go ahead, will get the chance to ejaculate?’ Mitch seemed to hesitate. Time for a bit of carrot and stick. `I am so pleased Joe recommended you, you truly have an amazing body, and just imagine all those guys you will help cum; amazing really.’ Mitch smiled again. `And don’t go worrying about that recording falling into the wrong hands,’ Straction pushed the forms across and handed Mitch his pen. `Happy to sign?’ `Yes, okay, if Joe helped so will I,’ `Excellent, well, you now have a week to build up your semen stores, so no wanking or shagging and I will have Zoltan pick you up next Saturday night for your first session, Okay?’ `Sure, err, you said something about piercings?’ `Yes, I will see how well you produce this week and then make a final decision on the piercings; how does that sound?’ `Cool, fine by me.’ Mitch smiled and squirmed, his hand gripping the front of his shorts. They both chuckled and then, as he opened the door, he proffered his hand. `Okay, I will see you then doctor, thank you for this opportunity to help with your research.’ `No thank you, young man,’ * Dr Straction picked up his phone as the lift doors closed. `Hello? Yes, he is perfect, we will try him out this Saturday night, yes, I will send you the video from today, so you can do the publicity stuff. Nice heavy cummer too, will look great on the screens. His name is Mitch, an all-American boy, an amazing body, uncut too, so even better than Joe. Ha, Joe, well he is with our friends in Japan; a huge American jock, helping the Japanese to ejaculate now too; yes the money from the Yakuza arrived, no worries. Let me know if you’re going to come along on Saturday night,’ Daniel Robert Douglas Straction replaced the receiver and sat back in his chair, smiling to himself. * Mitch was soon home; Zoltan no chattier than he had been on the way; they had parted with him telling Mitch what time to be ready for on Saturday for his first session and he would see him then; then he was gone. As soon as he was in his room, Mitch tried to ring Joe’s home number; his mother answered, unfortunately Joe had already left, she joked he would be halfway across the Pacific now on route to Japan and Dr Straction’s colleagues in Nagoya; ready to help them with their research. `Okay, no problem, I had hoped to speak to him, will you get him to contact me as soon as he can?’ `Yes, as soon as they settle him in. I am sure Dr Straction’s friends in the Yakuza will let him ring you,’ Mitch came off the phone a bit downhearted, he had a lot of questions for Joe; Oh well, they would have to wait. Only one thing bugged him; Why did he think he had heard of Dr Straction’s friends the Yakuza? Nope, he couldn’t think. * The week raced by, with the last arrangements for the team now all made; but there was still no word from Joe; which was a pain, oh well, if Joe went along with this research; so, would he, there can’t be too much to worry about. He heard the beep, beep, beep of the car horn, he looked out the window, Zoltan was standing by the Black Mercedes. Soon they were on their way to the city centre, Zoltan again lowering the privacy glass and offering him a bottle of water; Mitch’s mouth was feeling pretty dry, so he took him up on the offer; he missed Zoltan’s smirk as the privacy glass closed; the water tonight was laced with Viagra and something to keep the drinker chilled and compliant. So, it was a pretty chilled and horny Mitch who met Dr Straction; he was all smiles. `Good, good, I am glad you came, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure you would,’ They sat and Straction offered Mitch another drink, this time piling on the pressure until he had a scotch and coke; again laced with more Viagra. `So how has your week been? Have you managed not to cum?’ Mitch nodded in the affirmative, `It’s not been easy, but I managed,’ `Great, well, let’s get you ready for tonight’s tests, if you can strip off first, and then what I am going to do; we found it worked really well with Joe, is to blindfold you and then, put in earplugs, so you have a totally sensory deprived experience, and are not distracted by sights and sounds, is that okay?’ He didn’t wait for a response, just continued `Good off with your clothes, then.’ Mitch stripped off his clothes, his cock was already reacting to the Viagra, and was slowly plumping up. The doctor ran his hands over Mitch’s body, muttering “excellent” to himself. `Now, once you’re blindfolded, you will feel my hands guiding you and putting you into positions for the tests, so don’t worry, okay? You will know when you cum, that we have finished.’ Straction soon had Mitch, blindfolded and wearing earplugs and a pair of industrial ear defenders. He lay him naked back on the metal Gurney, then went to the fridge and took out Joe’s donated one gallon container of “Special lube Oil”, he lifted the lid, The bleachy odour of cum assailed his nose; the stabilisers he had added had worked, he pushed his finger into the creamy gloop; excellent, it still had the texture of fresh cum. He placed the lid back on and the container onto the shelf below Mitch; who was lying peacefully on the stretcher. The red light above the door flashed; show time. He gave Mitch one last look over, fuck he wished he was the holder of the “Golden Ticket” himself. * Zoltan had whipped the leather clad crowd in the club in to a frenzy, teasing them with clips of Mitch’s first visit, on the six big screens which surrounded the room. He explained how the six cameras and many microphones all placed round the stage area would capture all the action from every angle. Then, the moment they had all been waiting for, he dug into his black top hat and pulled out a slip of paper, then read out the winning ticket number, inviting the ecstatic guy down to the stage. The stage lights dimmed and Dr Straction wheeled in the gurney, with Mitch’s lying naked on it, the cameras tracking over his muscled body to the near hysterical screams and cheers of the audience. Straction picked up a microphone and called for quiet. `Gentlemen, welcome back to yet another performance show. Once again, we have secured the best flesh in the city for your pleasure and enjoyment; I am sure you all remember the rules, but most importantly, remember to have fun. Before we start, I will lead this year’s performer round the ring so you can all get a good look, and then, well, you’re gonna milk him till he squirms and his massive cock explodes in a cum fountain.’ The crowd erupted again, as the Doc went over and encouraged Mitch to his feet, gently and slowly he led him round the stage, stopping to let the crowd take in his muscles, including the one sticking straight up from his groin. Once back at the gurney, he got Mitch on all fours, restraining him by his ankles, calves and his wrists, so his hard fat cock and enormous balls were hanging on display. `Gentlemen, this is this stud’s first performance for you. çayyolu escort So tonight, just two of you; our “Golden Ticket” winner and one friend will get to fondle and milk this stud; maybe you can shout out suggestions too. More cheers from the crowd and then in the next few weeks, as he gets more accustomed to his part in our medical experiments, more of you will be invited to get involved. `So, before we start Berlin, are you there?’ A thick German accent shouted as one screen showed another night club, filled with leather clad men. `Ja, Ja,’ `London, are you with us?’ `Yes, we are here too and awaiting the show, guys,’ Straction went to another few countries and then finally `Nagoya Japan, are you there?’ A massive shout of “Hi” burst from the speakers. `Excellent and remember all of you here tonight, we will cross to Nagoya for the second part of tonight’s show, with your old favourite Joe, now providing the entertainment in Japan. I promise you; you wouldn’t want to be him.’ More cheers from the crowd. `Zoltan, let’s get this show on the road, Gentlemen please, take up your positions.’ The golden ticket holder and his friend moved up beside Straction; they stood mesmerised as the body before them; the screens didn’t do it justice. The good doctor waved his open palm at Mitch. `Go ahead, feel this beast, feel his meat,’ Straction opened the gallon container of “special oil” `Get a handful, smear it on him; enjoy that body,’ The audience went wild as they began. Their hands feeling his muscles and exposed butt, a finger, poised at his coccis, delicately touched Mitch’s skin; he tensed and his head looked toward his rear, his words lost in the screams of the crowd. The finger dragged over his twitching pucker to more ecstatic screams from the audience. `Finger fuck him, finger fuck him,’ Straction picked up the microphone. `Gentlemen please, this is our stud’s first event, but don’t you worry, that hole will be getting well fucked very soon,’ He gave a dirty laugh and slapped Mitch’s rump, eliciting a yelp and then a groan as he rubbed the spot he slapped. The hand had now reached Mitch’s taut taint; the skin stretched firm by the heavy balls. Mitch groan and moaned as the hands stretched, squeezed and caressed them, coating them in the warm glop coating their hands. Mitch’s hard cock bobbed underneath his stomach, just begging to be gripped and wanked. More screams of encouragement as they slowly milked out precum, strands of it connected the bobbing cock to the metal gurney. Straction slipped a shot glass under him to collect it. Mitch continued to moan as the hand speeded up and slowed down; edging him closer and closer to what he prayed would be his ejaculation. Mitch had lost all sense of time, only feeling hands touching his skin, each touch electrifying him; his mind at first screaming for them to touch his balls and cock; now they were, he just moaned and purred, trying to thrust his cock in the hand that gripped his shaft, desperate to cum; several times he had been brought just to the edge. His voice begging to cum roaring out of the speakers to the crowd; many of who were now stroking and wanking each other. Zoltan checked his watch as the leaking cock filled the shot glass to the brim with precum. Changing the show lighting to a brilliant ultra violet strobe focused totally on Mitch’s heaving body. Straction picked up the shot glass and handed it to the “Golden Ticket” holder. `A special extra reward for you to enjoy,’ The guy gripped the shot glass as his friend begged to be allowed to share; he shook his head and slammed it down; his face a picture of ecstasy as the sweet nectar coated his mouth, to a great cheer, he was led from the stage. Straction turned to Zoltan, smiling. `What do you think a regular feature?’ Zoltan nodded, purring into his microphone. `Maybe we can see how many glasses he can fill and auction them off?’ The crowd whooped and clapped. Zoltan grinned. `That seems like a yes,’ Straction nodded and turned to the audience. `Right guys, the moment you have been waiting for, Zoltan dimmed the key stage lights,’ The stage was only now lit by the strobe ultra violet light, Mitch was repositioned on to his back, Straction’s hand gripping his throbbing erect cock, showing it off to the cameras. As the numbers FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, counted down on the screens, Straction gripped the throbbing shaft and began to wank it hard. Mitch’s groans and moans filled the room, the cameras picking up even his tightening balls as he grew close. Mitch knew he couldn’t stop himself now, he felt his cock head throb and expand as he pumped out cum straight into the air, the hand on his shaft not missing a beat; Mitch thrust up his hips as his massive balls emptied. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, nothing else; fuck, that was awesome. The audience, too, stood in silence as that first jet of cum fired into the air; picked up by the ultraviolet lights, it glowed; magical goo, hanging like fireworks in the sky before falling and splattering back down on to Mitch’s abs; his cum gutters ran deep, his load collected by the good doctor in a glass. He held it skyward to rapturous applause, laughing he sniffed the contents and then bowed, before placing the glass between Mitch’s legs; with one last wave, he pushed the gurney back out through the door he had come in by. * Mitch lay still restrained, as his blindfold was removed, his eyes squinted in the bright light; the doctor’s smiling face grinning down at him; he was saying something Mitch couldn’t hear. He leant over and removed the ear defenders and then the ear plugs. `Well, how was that?’ Mitch was about to answer, when he heard a door open nearby and loud pumping music; Straction spun towards the open door. `What’s that?’ `Oh, nothing don’t worry Mitch, just that bloody noisy nightclub next door.’ Zoltan walked in to the room, he mouthed “sorry” to a rather annoyed looking Straction. That glare vanishing as the doctor turned back to Mitch. `Okay, let’s see how much semen you produced after your week of abstinence,’ Mitch propped himself up on his elbows; he smelled of cum, his abs glistened in it; in fact, all of him did. Straction held up a glass beaker. `Christ, that’s huge,’ `Yes, this is the one you have to fill for the experiment to be successful,’ Mitch gasped `But that must be a gallon,’ The doctor nodded and poured the glass containing tonight’s offering into the large container. `Not bad, around thirty ml again,’ `Oh, I thought there would be more,’ Mitch looked disappointed. Straction gave him a friendly wink. `Hey it’s a great start; but I think we will get the piecing’s done, they should boost it by at least another ten to fifteen ml.’ He turned away `Right up and dressed and Zoltan will take you home, I will be in touch regarding the piercings probably on Monday, thank you Mitch, you’re making a difference and helping so many people to cum, I thank you for them.’ * The guys in the night clubs would have loved to have thanked Mitch themselves, the floors now sticky with their first loads of the night, and they still had Nagoya’s show to enjoy. *********************** Other Nifty stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters `Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest `Josh’s Adventures series’ – Gay/Adult Youth `An Army life for me’ – Gay/Adult Youth/Military `Grandmas Bedroom’ � Bisexual/Incest `Dominic Online’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Vampyre’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Operation Pied Piper’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Scream if you want to go faster’ – Bisexual/Adult Youth `Red and Nick’ � Bisexual/Military `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’ � Bisexual/Incest `A Brother Used’ – Gay/Incest `A very English Trailer Park’ – Gay/Adult Youth

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