A Delayed Developer
by james rozo
18 Aug 2023 8698 readers Score 9.3 (284 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Departing Norfolk Naval Base, deploying to the Indian Ocean, she takes station in the Gulf of Oman. Projecting power and conducting flight operations in support of Iranian Hostage Crisis resolution, she’ll be underway for the next 7 months without a port call in sight.
At sea, close quarters foster convergent dynamics.
Young sailors united by a common purpose develop strong bonds. Dwelling in a dense restrictive environment, physical intimacy is an inescapable reality. Enjoying camaraderie and deep emotional attachments, shipmates affectionately engage in homoerotic play.
Concupiscence naturally stirs. Sexual interactions ensue as restrictive labels - straight, gay, bisexual - lose connotations. Circle jerks, cock sucking, and sea pussy are just sailors being sailors as they alleviate stress and pent-up energy. Normal. Healthy. A common occurrence.
And while a UCMJ violation, enlightened leadership looks the other way.
‘Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by time. That is the life of men.’ 1
Dougherty’s wishes have come to fruition in the Navy. Finding purpose greater than self, immersed in a masculine wonderland, he enjoys unfettered access to the crew. There’s a staggering variety of cocks to be sucked; an inexhaustible supply of salubrious sperm to be savored.
And he’s addicted by necessity.
* * * Flashback 3 Years * * *
Liam Dougherty is troubled by his physical development.
Or rather, the lack of it.
Observing classmates in the high school’s locker room, the teen is surprised that almost everyone’s more advanced. Fully entrenched in puberty, traversing a transformational trajectory, they’re taller, stronger, and have deeper voices. Some have even started shaving.
Conducting reconnaissance, he enviously watches them strut… proudly parading their masculinity. Intimidated but captivated by their prowess, he’s fascinated by well-defined musculature, large meaty cocks, pendulous sperm laden balls, and thickening patches of hair.
Inadequate down there, he’s an eternity away from respectability.
Mrs. Dougherty makes an appointment with a developmental specialist.
Providing medical care for hundreds of boys over the years, the devoted doctor enjoys an unobstructed front row seat to the awesome aurora of adolescence. An undeniable attraction, few things are more breathtaking than witnessing the flowering of young manhood.
Conducting a comprehensive examination, he lovingly caresses the boy’s smooth body and undersized genitalia. Standing at attention is a thin 3-inch spike with Maraschino cherry head. Below are tiny testicles tightly tucked in a taut tan tote.
“It’s so little,” the doctor notes.
At 15 Liam is still a level 1 on the Tanner sexual maturity scale.
A specimen to be studied. Taking numerous measurements and photographs, pressing the zoom button, the doctor documents physical characteristics and salient age markers for future comparisons. And adds to his substantial delayed-developer database.
He also takes blood and sperm samples for analysis. Masturbating the humiliated boy in front of his mother, using an index finger and thumb on the diminutive shaft, he quickly achieves his objective. As expected, only a few watery drops are produced and collected.
Weeks later lab results confirm suspicions.
Hormonal deficiencies… and the Irish Curse.
“Supplemental testosterone and growth hormone injections should kick-start puberty,” explains the doctor. “But there’s nothing I can do about your DNA. Even when fully developed, your penis will never reach statistical average size.”
Not exactly what Liam wants to hear.
And it gets worse.
“Unfortunately, synthetic hormones are expensive… and considered an elective treatment by healthcare insurance companies. So, you’ll have to cover the cost.”
“Oh dear, we can’t afford that,” laments Mrs. Dougherty.
“There’s a natural alternative… but some patients resist treatment.”
“Tell me, I’ll try anything,” begs the desperate boy.
“Well, normal pubescent ejaculate is rich in hormones. You’d need to consume as much as possible. Friends, classmates, and neighborhood boys would have to supply you.”
Mrs. Dougherty is thrilled; Liam not nearly as much.
“Wait… are you talking about drinking jizz?” asks the disbelieving boy.
“Oh, not just drinking. Fresh from the tap is essential. Potency is significantly compromised when exposed to air. You’ll have to harvest the medicine daily.”
“Harvest? You mean…”
“Yes, exactly. It’s no big deal; Surely you’ve already sucked a few buddies.”
“No, of course not!”
“Hmm… seems your psychological development is delayed too. I bet all your friends have already progressed through the normal experimentation and sucking phase of boyhood.”
“They what!”
“Sure. Naturally curious, all preteen boys give it a try. Many are pleasantly surprised… instantly loving it. Routinely servicing brothers or having dalliances with older boys, it can become an addiction. A calling. It’s completely normal; you don’t have to be ashamed.”
“Damn. I don’t want to be a cock sucker.”
To be honest, he’s been fascinated by cock for a while now. He often looks at boys in the gym’s locker room. Strategically positioned, his locker affords unobstructed panoramic views. And there’s always a plentitude of cocks in jockstraps with alluring asses on full display.
“Liam Seamus Dougherty you’ll do what you’re told!” scolds Mrs. Dougherty.
“But mom, sucking… it’s so gay.”
“Stop whining, or I’ll really give you something to complain about. Is that clear?”
“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles.
With no choice, the boy reluctantly accepts his fate.
* * *
Mrs. Dougherty enlists the help of neighborhood women, school teachers, the baseball coach, and troop scoutmaster. Widely broadcasting Liam’s shortcomings, they quickly spread the word. Eager to help, several dozen boys volunteer to supply fresh medicine from their teeming teenage testes.
Soon Liam is presented with an opportunity to take vital nourishment.
The Dougherty’s front doorbell rings.
Four grinning neighborhood boys, Matty, Carmine, Luke, and Anthony, 15 to 17 years old respectively, are standing on the porch. Impassioned with anticipation and excitement for events about to transpire, their protruding packages are impossible to hide.
“Hi Mrs. D. We’re here to help Liam,” announces Anthony.
“Wonderful! Come in boys.”
Blossoming beautifully, she’s enamored with their physical development. Tall. Muscular. Impressive crotch bulges. Rapidly ascending the peak of sexual maturity, they reek of intoxicating adolescent musk and radiate seductive energy. Especially Anthony - the group’s alpha.
“When mom told me about… you know… well, I rounded up the gang.”
“I appreciate your generosity… sharing your essence with Liam.”
“No worries. We’ll feed him every day. Won’t we guys?”
“Hell yeah!” agree a choir of eager voices.
With the pump primed by a flood of hormones, pubescent boys discover their penises. Novelty quickly transitions to necessity, jerking off constantly. Requiring release, girls are no help. Uncooperative, playing silly games, they unfairly refuse to suck or surrender a piece of pussy.
What’s a horny guy to do?
So, when word went out about Liam’s medical needs, it was an answered prayer. With no complicated emotional attachments necessary, no begging and pleading, or spending hard-earned money on unproductive dates, boys immediately jump at the unprecedented opportunity.
Nothing better than a convenient cock sucker to alleviate uncontrollable urges. Submissively sucking, savoring, and swallowing salubrious sperm, everyone gets exactly what they need most.
Repeatedly.
“Liam’s in his room… you boys can go up.”
“Thanks Mrs. D.”
* * *
Boisterous boys burst into the bedroom.
Momentarily stunned, unable to conceptually process the pandemonium, Liam stares wide-eyed as his private sanctuary is unexpectedly breached. Four animated boys pounce like ravenous lions upon a wounded gazelle culled from a herd on the Serengeti.
“We’re here to feed you,” said Anthony.
Grabbing his crotch, further explanation is unnecessary.
Prodded to the center of the room, with downward pressure the submissive boy descends to knees. Boys gather around, their prominent packages positioned at eye level. Purposefully pursuing patronage, they grope themselves and accentuate the allure. And Liam takes inventory.
“Hope you’re hungry,” utters Carmine.
Although hugely humiliated by his predicament, he understands the boys are only trying to help him by supplying essential nutrients. Embarrassing but also exciting, he’s been unable to think of anything but cock and harvesting hormones. And friends feature in frequent fantasies.
The air is charged with expectancy.
“This is so awesome,” exclaims Matty. “Can’t believe we get to do this.”
Grinning boys imagine their first real blowjobs… the incomparable thrill of parting lips, thrusting inside a submissive mouth, a tongue caressing swollen head and shaft, reaching a shattering climax, and feeding a torrent of jizz down a swallowing throat. What could possibly be better?
Excitement intensifies as Anthony steps forward.
Wasting no time, he unfastens belt buckle and unbuttons dungarees.
Grabbing the brass zipper tab, he retracts it downward unlocking the Wrangler’s teeth. Parting denim flaps, sculptured lower abdominals and a broad white waistband - iconic red, white, and blue flag and Tommy Hilfiger in bold letters atop scarlet boxer briefs - come into view.
Jeans slide off hips and down thighs. A behemoth stirs beneath the stretch-cotton material. Entertaining the enraptured audience, he provocatively outlines the ballooning shaft until maximum tumescence is achieved.
Everyone is amazed; who knew Anthony was packing so much meat?
“Damn, that’s a lot of cock!” asserts Luke.
“Yeah, it’s too big for its own good sometimes,” laughs the proud boy.
Perfection is extracted from the Hilfigers mere inches from Liam’s face.
Hovering intimidatingly, throbbing, pulsing, pumped to obscene proportions, radiating power, it commands the room. More massive than Liam ever imagined possible. Insanely jealous, three times his length and more than twice as thick, it’s sixteen times his puny volume.
Speechless, he’s mesmerized by the beautifully proportioned glistening glans. Certified USDA prime tenderloin. Breathing deeply, an intoxicating aroma smacks his face. An amalgamation of pungent pheromones, musky meat, and earthy emanations.
“Show it respect.”
Wispy tendrils of dubiety dissipate.
Facilitating an ignoble descent, trembling hands grasp the hefty shaft - unable to completely enclose the massive girth. Easily five pounds. Leaning forward, parting lips, deferentially embracing his first cock, Liam pays homage. And kisses it. Repeatedly.
Extending an inquisitive tongue across the spongy glans and meatus, he samples the leaking juices. Sweet. Savory. Delicious. Beguiled, the boy explores around the corona, across the frenulum, down the neck, and along the surprisingly malleable velvet-smooth steel shaft.
And licks his way back up to the top.
In mere moments he’ll journey to the seventh circle, far below the lustful and adulterous. Joining sodomites in flames for all eternity, there’s no redemption. No pretending he didn’t willingly commit grave sins against chastity that Fr. Frank warned boys about in Sunday school.
And he denounces Dante for damnation’s detestable district.
All eyes are riveted on the unfolding spectacle.
A murmur of voices. Lewd comments. Communal anticipation. Passengers on this journey, there’s something tremendously exhilarating about watching the transformation of a friend into a cock sucker. Unabashed voyeurism. And they enjoy front row seats with unobstructed views.
“Suck it.”
Surrendering to the inevitable, Liam opens wide.
“Fuck. He’s really going to do it!” exclaims Carmine.
Struggling to accommodate the broad crimson crown, inexperienced lips stretch impossibly wide. Possessing little ability, his lack of skill is offset by a focused determination. Eventually he engulfs the swollen glans… and lips snap shut around the thick shaft.
Exultant cheers; delirious boys exchange high-fives all around.
“Way to go Liam,” encourages Anthony.
Physically bound, he experiences magnanimous pleasure helping his friend. Smiling, asserting control, the teen crams thickening inches inside the utterly stuffed little mouth. Wedged between tongue and upper palate, tonsils and uvula are compressed.
Matty, Carmine, and Luke free their own throbbing cocks and start jerking. A nice assortment of sizes, shapes, and configurations. While the teens have seen each other flaccid many times, they’re naturally curious to compare sizes when fully erect. It’s what boys do.
A cacophony of heavy breathing, slurping, and gagging fill the room.
“You’re doing great,” reassures Anthony.
Sharing a moment of intimacy, they settle into a comfortable rhythm. In-and-out. Up-and-down. Initially dreading the whole cock sucking necessity, Liam is surprisingly enjoying himself. Anthony’s cock is amazing! And it just naturally belongs inside his mouth. Who knew?
Exercising extraordinary restraint, the alpha resists the urge to throat fuck his buddy. Understanding it’s the boy’s first feeding, he envisions plenty of future opportunities to help Liam acquire deep throating skills. And then he’ll aggressively throat fuck him without compunction.
But for now he withdraws to a more accommodating position.
“Suck the head.”
Pumping the shaft with both hands, Liam takes suction, and runs his tongue around the meaty glans. Embarked upon a wondrous odyssey… the fortuitous intersection of complementary needs, he endeavors to engender the essential ejaculation both boys desperately crave.
A flash of motion registers on Anthony’s vision.
Looming in the open doorway, peering inside, is Mrs. Dougherty.
Taking an interest in the proceedings, she watches Anthony feed her son. She’s shocked by the cock’s proportions. Taking inventory, collecting visual souvenirs with unbridled lustful eyes, she notes all the boys are substantially bigger than her small-cocked Irish husband.
Envious of Liam’s opportunities, it’s been too long since she enjoyed a large piece of meat. In retrospect, she should have married an Italian or Latino. Opening buttons on her blouse, playing with erect nipples, she wonders… has Anthony seen the movie The Graduate?
A frisson of excitement shoots through her.
Hands slip inside drenched panties. Stimulating the swollen clitoris, fingering moist folds, she imagines Anthony fucking her. Ragged breaths. Powerful contractions. Muffled cries of ecstasy. A crescendo of pleasure culminating in intense climactic waves ripping through her core.
Winking slyly, Anthony’s lips curl in a crooked knowing smirk.
“Getting close,” he warns Liam.
Precariously perched on pleasure’s precipice, surrendering to necessity’s pull, the highly anticipated denouement rapidly approaches. Ascending dizzying heights, Anthony shivers, stiffens, and shoots. Four. Five. Six voluminous volleys of quintessence.
Grazing on unfamiliar cuisine, a bombardment of flavors and textures resonate on Liam’s tongue. Bitter. Salty. Intense. But much better than feared. Throat muscles contract, laryngeal prominence bobs, and he swallows several times to get it all down.
“I can’t believe he actually drank it,” said Matty.
Unsustainable, all peaks predate a decline. Descending a euphoric high, luxuriating in unimagined pleasure, Anthony is utterly amazed. Exponentially better than jerking off. Who knew? He should have started feeding Liam years ago!
Milking the rapidly deflating shaft, Liam squeezes out the last oozing ounce. Licking the glistening glans as it pops free from his mouth, he savors the delicious flavor. With his brain swimming in an ocean of endorphins, like a drug addict he’s eager for another dose.
And everyone gets a turn feeding the cock sucker.
* * *
Dependable boys step up to the plate.
They take turns at school in bathrooms, the locker room, under bleachers, on the bus, after school in the park woods, after ball games in the dugout, at scout meetings and on camping trips, and after Sunday services in the church basement.
There’s no bad place or time for a great blowjob.
And always with an audience of attentive smirking boys.
Liam consumes a wide variety of custards. The number of daily doses quickly increases as word spreads throughout the community. More than his poor stomach can initially tolerate. But with practice, he learns to digest the warm meals, and thanks boys for supplying essential medicine.
He even sucks his friend’s younger brothers. The excited pre-teen boys don’t produce much, and in some cases no appreciable sperm or testosterone at all. But his mother insists it would be un-Christian to turn away their generous offer of help.
So, he sucks them off anyway.
* * *
Mrs. Dougherty welcomes Anthony into her bedroom.
Wearing a seductive smile and little else she trembles with anticipation.
Residing in a backwater community far from urban sophistication, she’s disillusioned with rural drudgery. Yearning for excitement, adventure, and satisfying sex, her son’s arrangement with neighborhood boys presents unimagined opportunities… the conciliation of dark desires.
Lustful reciprocity is sufficient for the moral permissibility of sexual liaisons. After all, who better than an experienced older woman to shepherd a teen into manhood?
Caressing generous breasts, Anthony tweaks her tantalizing nipples. Surrounded by silver-dollar sized areola, they’re swollen, chewable, and irresistible. Leaning forward, taking one in his mouth, he nurses on the majestic mammary… nibbling on it with his teeth.
Kissing and licking downward, he explores the lush landscape.
Mountains, valleys, and grasslands. Hands slip around back, knead fleshy mounds, down curvaceous thighs, and between quivering legs. Reaching the ultimate goal, his inquisitive tongue flicks the sensitive clitoris and laps moist folds.
The scent is intoxicating - an aromatized aphrodisiac.
“Oh yes… right there,” she moans.
“Damm Mrs. D… you’re juicy.”
Spreading scalloped wings apart, looking inside to satiate prurient curiosity, the teen explores inner contours. Probing for the hidden entrance, he finds paradise’s passageway. Working fingers in-and-out, twisting and stretching, the tight canal is prepared to accommodate uncommon girth.
“You want my cock, Mrs. D?”
Of course she does. Feeling the rush, addicted to his touch, her heartbeat is racing. Desperate, yearning for hedonia, she can’t wait to get fucked. Frenzied fornication with lustful cantillations. Forceful and furious… fueling and fanning fervent flames.
Shifting positions, Anthony places it on target.
Engorged with blood, doubled in size, it’s a nearly impossible fit.
Fortunately, youthful determination and persistence are present in abundance. Rubbing against the aperture, adjusting alignment, pressing forward, pressure slowly intensifies. Stretching inevitably gives way to breaching. Hips reflexively thrust and glorious penetration commences.
Shocked vaginal muscles involuntarily convulse… grabbing and squeezing the burrowing beast. Pain and pleasure. Abrupt and sharp. Interacting surfaces in relative motion. Friction is reduced by the wonderful lubricity of precum. And squelching female juices facilitate the tortuous journey.
Anthony is determined to entrench every thick inch.
Grunting, groaning, gasping for breath, she’s getting stuffed like never before.
Pressing deeper, he hits the cervix with inches to spare.
Filled to utter capacity, she’s fully impaled on magnificent masculinity.
Rhythmic poundings ensue. Powerful. Purposeful. Responding to the pumping with ragged breaths, she gasps as nerve endings fire and electric sparks shoot through her loins. Multiple orgasms more powerful than anything her tiny-dicked husband ever gave her.
Intense euphoria. Overwhelming ecstasy.
And her brain is swimming in an ocean of oxytocin and dopamine.
Imbued with lustful energy, Anthony approaches an inevitable climax. Pulling back, ramming forward, splitting her apart, he bursts through the cervix into the vaginal vault. Remaining inches are finally sheathed balls deep as the glans lodges inside her innermost sanctum.
Grinning triumphantly, he stiffens, cries out in ecstasy, and violently ejaculates.
Shooting rhythmically, he floods the egg ladened chamber with a torrent of energetic teenage sperm. Filling her up, he thinks… how cool would it be to impregnate Liam’s mom and give his friend a little brother!
* * *
Over the next three years Liam consumes gallons.
With countless horny boys requiring service, he happily shares them with his now divorced mom. In great demand, Mrs. Dougherty’s milk-swollen breasts are suckled by her new baby boy and hungry teens. And together mother and son accommodate the neighborhood’s needs.
Puberty eventually visits, but he’s still unusually small down there. No escaping heredity. Unlikely to ever satisfy a woman, his high school guidance counselor optimistically suggests that Liam can still have a full and meaningful life servicing superior breeding males in the military.
A skilled cock sucker dedicated to his craft, he can now accommodate even Anthony down his throat without choking. The talent aligns perfectly with a career in the Navy… an organization known for an overabundance of needy, well-endowed, seagoing young men.
After high school graduation Liam enlists.
And becomes a Hospital Corpsman…a rating celebrated for servicing shipmates.
* * * Return To The Present * * *
Independence has an inexhaustible supply of horny young sailors.
Boys with insatiable needs.
Constrained at sea for months, Dougherty enjoys unfettered access to cock. Between conducting morning sick call, crew physicals, and berthing compartment sanitary inspections, he’s seen thousands. Every conceivable configuration - shockingly small to freakishly large.
Seeking sustenance, the sailor submissively sucks shipmates. Scuttlebutt quickly spreads, and his talents are in great demand. Out of necessity he tries to limit daily consumption to 10 good-sized portions. He’s not always successful… especially if quality officer cuisine is on the menu.
Finding his calling, the delayed developer devours delicious decadence for decades.
And everyone gets exactly what they need the most. Repeatedly.
Notes: 1. Hurston, Z. (1937). Their Eyes Were Watching God. J. B. Lippincott & Co.