The Male Upgrade

Dulf had thought about the operation for a long time. So did a lot of guys. Eighty or more years ago, when a drug called Viagra first appeared, it seemed as though the wish of every man had been fulfilled—the ability to have long-lasting erections whenever they desired. But people began to realize that the side effects of the drug created very undesired problems in addition to its benefits. After many years of research, scientists developed a solution that offered spectacular results without the side effects of a drug. Still, the solution—a surgical procedure—had risks, and it cost more than most men could afford. Nevertheless, Dulf, a healthy thirty-six-year-old with a strong physique, wanted as much “sex insurance” as possible for the years to come. He decided to face the risks and have the legendary “cock-op,” as guys called it.

During preliminary consultations with Dr. Nemes, the physician who would perform the operation, Dulf learned some scary details that almost made him back out. “Cock-op,” it turned out, had more to do with the testicles than the cock. The doctor would lower a tiny cord deep into his penal tube, then direct the laser at its tip to “sensitize” the gonads and other specific reproductive targets. It would require only about an hour, but there would be some discomfort and no use of anesthetics; the patient would be fully aware of everything as it happened.

The good news: Dulf liked the doctor. Nemes had an upbeat personality and a self-confidence that gave Dulf the reassurance he needed. The more he talked with the doc, the more he trusted him. It also helped that Nemes had a handsome face and body. Although only thirty, he looked much younger, as if he had found the secret of perpetual youth.

Dulf couldn’t have been more nervous on the day of the operation. When he walked into the room where he would undergo the ordeal, his hands began to tremble slightly. He tried to calm himself as he surveyed the strange-looking surgical instruments, viewing monitors and other electronic equipment. Following instructions, he stripped off everything except his white brief and sat down to wait for the doctor.

“How are you feeling today, Dulf?” asked Nemes, entering the room abruptly.

“Shaky.”

The doctor smiled. “Is there anything else you want to ask before we begin?”

Dulf paused. “Doctor, why am I doing this?” he said with a grin.

“You’ll be fine, just fine,” laughed Nemes. “By the way, call me Ward. I’d like that.”

“I’ve never called a doctor by his first name before. Remind me if I forget.”

The doctor sat down in front of Dulf on a rotating stool. With his legs widely spread, he began to review the steps of the cock-op. But the patient was distracted by the close presence of Nemes and didn’t hear most of what he was saying. Dulf’s eyes kept glancing toward the doctor’s crotch, despite his efforts to focus them on the face. The doc wore thin white pants and a matching white shirt that hung outside them, unfortunately concealing what Dulf most wanted to see.

“As I said before,” said Nemes, “we cannot guarantee that this procedure will give you the results you want for the rest of your life. It may last many years, or the effect may decline, depending on the chemistry of your particular body.”

The words, “cannot guarantee” recaptured Dulf’s attention. “If it doesn’t last, do I have to go through this again?”

“That’s an option. There are other possibilities you can consider, and we can talk about those later, if you wish.” The doctor put his hand on Dulf’s thigh. “But let’s not jump to conclusions yet. Let’s deal with what we have to do now.”

Nemes reached backward to a nearby table and picked up an instrument to measure blood pressure and respiration. As he did, his white shirt pulled up, and underneath it Dulf got a quick yet clear view of the doctor’s crotch. The balls looked large, but most surprising was the guy’s fully erect cock. After taking the readings, Nemes told Dulf to stand up. Grasping a metal handle in the wall at his left, the doctor pulled, producing a long metal bar that locked into position in front of Dulf. The chest-high, silver bar resembled something that one might find in a workout facility or gym.

“You can rest your arms on this,” explained Nemes, “while I do a few more tests.”

Dulf tried it out. He also wrapped his fingers around it, clutching the shiny bar as the nervousness escalated inside him.

“I’d like you to relax, if you can,” suggested the doctor. He stood facing Dulf’s left side and put a hand on the patient’s lower back. He put the other hand across Dulf’s navel and began pushing gently into the firm gut at regular intervals. A penetrating warmth and calmness seemed to flow from the hand.

“That feels good,” said Dulf.

The hand gradually shifted from pushing the gut to massaging it in a circular motion. Dulf breathed a long sigh as his tension slowly started to dissipate. Lost in this comforting, softening sensation, he failed to see that his dick had taken the opposite action: it was hardening rapidly. But Nemes saw it. He watched the rod closely as it pressed into the cotton brief. When Dulf at last became aware of what had happened, his face turned red in embarrassment.

“No problem,” said the doctor. “In fact, I need it erect for the tests I have to do.” He stopped massaging, stepped in front of Dulf again and eased the brief down, freeing the guy’s cock and ballsack. Nemes removed the brief and laid it on a shelf a few inches away. “We won’t be needing this for a while.”

Sitting on the stool again, Nemes gazed at the guy’s perfectly proportioned shaft, which pointed directly at him. Then he held the cock steady with his left hand and began to finger it in various places with his right. The exam took several minutes, much longer than usual. In truth, Nemes wanted to play with the shaft. He also wanted to let his patient feel the effects of his touch. Dulf’s mouth opened as the pleasure increased.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you cum,” said the doctor.

Nemes produced a c-shaped instrument and tightened the ends of it against the cock, halfway down its length. The moderate pressure felt slightly cold to Dulf and quite arousing. But he didn’t cum. He watched along with the doctor as bright colors flashed across a small screen adjacent to them.

“Looks excellent,” reported the doctor. “I think you’ll be very receptive to the procedure.” He removed the instrument and turned again toward Dulf. “I’m going to do some genital testing now, then we can begin the procedure. Put your feet on the floor marks.”

Placing his feet as instructed, he now stood with legs very far apart. The young doctor moved the stool closer to Dulf. He put the fingers of each hand around a testicle. This was an easy thing to do, given the huge size of the guy’s ovals. They hung low, like two golf balls suspended in a sack between the thighs. Dulf saw Nemes close his eyes for a few seconds, like he was saying a prayer to himself. His hands didn’t move.

Instead of praying, the doctor had simply paused, relishing his contact with the huge, sexy gonads. The doctor liked cocks, of course, but testicles attracted him even more. They had become his passion. He’d made a career out of them, in fact. He knew their secrets, their zones of arousal and pain, and a hundred other things about them that the average male never discovers. Nemes especially recognized in Dulf’s balls what he most admired, and needed. His fingers sensed the virile energy within them and craved to draw it inside his own body. He nearly moaned as the desire mushroomed inside him.

Nemes opened his eyes. “Now tell me what you feel during this test. It’s important for me to know when the pressure feels good or not good. OK?”

“OK,” replied Dulf, nervously steadying himself by lifting his left foot just off the floor and placing it back down again, then doing the same with his right one.

Nemes gradually pushed his fingertips into the awesome ovals. Dulf hugged the bar, wondering how far the fingers would go.

“Doing OK?” asked the doctor.

“Yeah,” said Dulf, surprised that he didn’t feel pain.

Nemes held the gonads in a tight grip and slowly pulled the giant sack toward him to get a better look. He also wanted the testicles well-positioned for a much more intense squeeze. His erect rod pushed brazenly into the white pants as he examined the incredible source of Dulf’s maleness. He probed the balls with unparalleled thoroughness, definitely surpassing what he’d done in any previous exam. The balls became harder. Dulf couldn’t watch. He was looking to the side, at a wall illustration of a naked man in a standing-spread like himself. It showed arrows pointing to various places inside the testicles, and technical explanations that looked unpronounceable.

“Ah!” said Dulf, suddenly feeling that real arrows had pierced his nuts.

“Sorry,” said Nemes. He started in again, probing a different spot. “Is that better?”

“Yeah, no pain this time.”

But the young physician would soon change that. After picking the right location for each of his ten fingers, he began to push them into the mammoth gonads. Nemes increased the pressure gradually, so Dulf didn’t feel much at first. But as the fingertips went deeper, a strange, dull pain started to invade the guy’s nuts. He held the bar more firmly. His eyes locked onto the testicle illustration, not daring to move.

The further Nemes pushed into the balls, the more they seemed to become a part of him. The feeling made his body tingle all over. He squeezed harder. He wanted to posses the balls, to make them his own, and to have what was inside them.

Dulf gasped loudly from the growing pain. “That hurts, man!”

“You’re doin’ great,” said the doctor. “Can you hang on a little longer?”

“Guess so,” replied Dulf, unsure if he really could.

Nemes continued to apply more pressure to the big gonads, going way beyond what he normally did with guys. Grunting in pain, Dulf tore his eyes away from the testicle diagram and fixed them on another image. It was a wall poster of two guys in swimsuits, laughing as they walked along a beach. He hadn’t noticed it before. The photo surprised him because it generated a provocative thought: could Nemes be gay like himself?

Dulf looked down at the handsome doctor, who seemed to be breathing faster now. The squeeze hurt like hell. But he hesitated to voice a complaint, wondering if Nemes was giving him some sort of manhood test, or maybe squeezing his balls for an even better reason—because he was very attracted to them. He gazed at the fingers, stuck in his maleness like claws. It reminded him of claw holds he had seen wrestlers use on various parts of the body to make their opponents submit. Watching those holds always made him horny, especially when claw victims didn’t give up right away. Their struggle gave him a powerful erection every time.

“Yeah, very good,” said the doctor.

Dulf saw that his cock had started to twitch slightly. He realized something else: the pain in his balls seemed to have lessened. He looked at the claw hold again. The fingers were still hooked into his nuts, even deeper than before. But why didn’t he feel more agony? What was happening to him?

“Yeah,” said Nemes, sensing a change in the testicles. “Do they still hurt?”

“Not as much,” replied Dulf.

He turned his attention once more to the beach photo. He wanted to be one of the guys in that scene, having fun with his companion, a companion who would never leave him. The smiles in the photo made him feel hopeful. He smiled back at them.

Suddenly pleasure gripped his cock. The forcefulness of it made Dulf groan involuntarily. His shaft jerked excitedly, begging for an orgasm. He looked away from the sexy photo, thinking that would reduce the pleasure. It didn’t.

He felt the pleasure building in his crotch. “Doc…Ward… I’m…I’m gonna….”

“That’s OK,” responded Nemes. “I want you to. Just let it come.”

The doctor removed his hands from the testicles. He picked up a small, rounded object made of clear plastic. Ward held the twitching rod still with one hand, then slipped the cap-like object onto his cockhead with the other. Immediately the shaft swelled with more pleasure. Dulf grasped the bar tightly.

Ward re-attached his hands to both testicles, but this time had them in a different position. He pushed his fingertips into the stiff nuts. He didn’t have to use much pressure to get what he wanted.

“Ah!” cried Dulf. He threw his head back in ecstasy. “Oh shit!” he yelled, unable to control the rush of pleasure that hit him. He thrust his cock forward as the sperm erupted.

Ward’s mouth watered as he watched the guy ejaculate his juice into the container.

“Give me as much as you can,” encouraged the doctor.

Dulf grunted and tried to do that. Ward waited until the cock had released every spurt of cum—even the sporadic, final ones—before removing the collector from the head. He

looked at it and grinned, obviously pleased with the contents.

“I needed a sperm sample for analysis,” said the doctor. “Lie down and relax here for a minute. I’ll be right back” He pointed to a low, padded table-like structure that looked very appealing to Dulf at that moment.

Dulf stretched out on the table and looked up at the softly lit ceiling. The tension began to leave his muscles. He felt his balls, expecting to find them sore from the doctor’s long squeeze. But to his astonishment, they weren’t. They even felt very good, and still stiff from the orgasm. What kind of wizard had he picked for a doctor?

Ward returned shortly, holding a glass of bluish-green liquid. “Drink this,” he said. “It’ll re-energize you.”

Dulf sat up and started sipping. It tasted like nothing he’d ever drunk before. But the liquid was awesomely delicious and he had soon consumed all of it.

The doctor continued. “I ran an analysis of your sperm and the count is much higher than normal, which is what I was hoping for. I’m sure you’ll be happy with the outcome of the surgery.”

Ward took off his shirt, revealing a snug inner one, and muscular arms that any guy would admire. But Dulf also admired the doctor’s cock, which stood out conspicuously in his pants. Ward saw him gaze at it and smiled. Dulf smiled back, now sure that his physician was attracted to him. Maybe even strongly attracted.

“You ready?” smiled Ward.

“I guess,” said Dulf. “Can you do it right after a guy shoots?”

“Yes, no problem. In fact, it works better that way. Lie down and get comfortable.”

Dulf complied. Ward massaged Dulf’s thighs with a lubricating oil that felt wonderful to him. Then the doctor worked on his abdominal muscles. But after a few minutes, one hand took hold of his dick and started to stroke it slowly.

“You don’t mind, do you?” asked Ward. “I’d like it firm when we insert the device.”

“No, I don’t mind. You have a great touch,” grinned Dulf.

It didn’t take long for the dick to harden up. “The next step is to strap you down,” explained the doctor. “Your balls and cock too: we can’t have something move suddenly after we start the procedure.”

Ward enclosed Dulf’s ballsack in a tight, mesh-like pouch, which he then fastened securely to the table. Narrow metallic arms appeared at his sides, and these the doctor attached to his cock in two places to hold it upright. He tied both legs to the table and also placed straps around his waist and chest. The doctor taped several wires to Dulf’s body—one around the ballsack, another around the cock, two in the center of his crotch, and another across his navel. They all emitted a faint, low-level tone and a mild vibration that he found pleasant, even erotic.

Nemes lubed the cockhole, then pushed a slender, tube-like material into it about half an inch. “Feel OK?”

“Fine,” answered Dulf.

The doctor slowly started to push the slender strand lower and lower down his cock.

“It tingles,” reported Dulf. “Feels kinda sexy.”

“Let me know if the pleasure begins to build. We don’t want you to ejaculate; that wouldn’t be a good idea during the procedure. Not at all.” He continued to work the strand gradually lower.

Dulf watched the progress of the descending tube intently. He thought Ward looked very hot as he eased it slowly down his stiff shaft.

“We’re almost there,” said the doctor. He gave Dulf a grin. In another minute he had the tube fully inserted. “Excellent,” he said, peering at the small monitor just overhead. “It’s in real deep.”

“What do you see?”

“Your balls,” said Ward. “See?” He swung the monitor around briefly so that Dulf could view the testicles. “You have unusually big ones. Wish I had those on me.”

The doctor directed the laser to the guy’s left testicle and went to work on it. Dulf felt an odd sensation, like pressure at first, then slight pain, then a tickling inside the gonad. The same thing happened when Nemes did the other testicle. His balls began to feel larger and very hard.

“A little something with the prostate, then we’re finished,” reported Ward.

“Already?”

The doctor nodded. A wonderful feeling of warmth began to grow in Dulf’s crotch, a feeling of incredible, powerful pleasure. It made him want to shoot.

“That’s it,” said Ward. He turned off the monitor and most of the other equipment. “Now comes the tricky part. I have to remove the laser very slowly and carefully, because now your cock has dramatically elevated sensitivity and we must avoid an orgasm at this point. Let me know if you feel close to cumming.” He started to pull up very slowly on the inserted tube. Immediately the cock swelled with pleasure. Dulf put a hand on Ward’s side to alert him. The doctor stopped the pull. “This may take some time. That’s good, it means the procedure was successful.”

Ward started again, and had to stop after another fifteen seconds. “You must be feeling pretty awesome,” grinned the doctor. “You can produce more semen now than a sixteen-year-old.” He looked down at Dulf’s cock with an expression of desire so intense that it electrified the air. After a moment, he finally resumed the gradual pull on the tube.

It didn’t take long for the rush of pleasure to enliven the cock again. Dulf raised his head off the table, straining to keep the pleasure at bay. It snapped at him like an angry dog at his heels, ready to tear into his body at any moment. Ward stopped pulling again.

After a pause, the doctor continued the extracting process. It went slowly, taking half an hour. As the end of the tube neared the top of his shaft, the pleasure became almost unbearable. Dulf groped and squeezed Ward. He tugged on the guy’s pants. Dulf finally jerked them below his ass, exposing the doctor’s erect cock. He grabbed it.

“Oh yeah!” whispered Ward. “Just a little more.” With extreme slowness, he managed to pull the rest of it out of the cockhole without triggering an orgasm.

With the operation over, Dulf expected the ejaculation urge to subside. Instead, it remained intense. And so did his attraction to Ward. He seized the doctor’s shirt and jerked on it until it ripped in several places.

“Get naked, man!” said Dulf, delirious with desire, as though he had been drugged.

When Ward removed the straps and wires, Dulf leaped from the table like a gymnast, pulling off the rest of Ward’s clothes as the doctor grinned.

“I guess you must feel like a new man!” quipped Ward.

“Oh baby, this is unbelievable!” yelled Dulf, kissing the naked hunk again and again. “Grab my balls! Grab my cock!” he begged.

“OK. Lie down, this is gonna rock you,” warned the doctor. Dulf stretched out on his back and clutched the hunk. Ward laid on his side, facing the reddened, throbbing cock and put his hand around it.

“Oh fuck!” screamed Dulf. His eyelids flew open, his body stiffened in terror. He’d never experienced a pleasure so fierce or so paralytic. It felt liked Ward was energetically jacking him off, but his hand remained motionless. He shouted as he felt a massive amount of sperm roar up his shaft. His cum tube expanded as much as it could, trying to accommodate the tidal wave as it surged upward.

Ward moved his open mouth close to the cockhead, poised to catch every bit of the potent liquid. The explosion did rock Dulf. His whole body heaved violently with each blast of cum. He clawed Ward’s body like a wild animal. The blasts kept coming. Dulf bridged up, trying to shoot the rest of his cum more quickly. But his cock could only handle the tidal wave one squirt at a time.

“Oh god!” he shouted, pumping out his sperm in long, thick shots that generated unheard of pleasure. Grunting in joy, Ward took every load.

At the end, Ward licked his lips. “More than twenty shots, stud. “I think we can say that the surgery gave you optimum results!” He smiled. “Your semen is exceptional, man. Very sweet, very potent.”

“God! I feel like I could do that again right now!” reported Dulf excitedly.

“You can. Your balls are still tight, they look erect, like your cock.”

Dulf sat up and faced Ward on his knees. “I can’t describe how great I feel, man!”

Ward grinned. “Me too, every minute I’m with you.” He leaned forward and kissed the stud.

The two embraced—not tenderly, but roughly, putting their bulging muscles into it. The embrace quickly became bear hugs, with each guy struggling to out-squeeze the other. Suddenly Ward sank his teeth into the side of Dulf’s neck. He dug in deeply. Dulf gasped from the unexpected pleasure this caused. Dulf released his bear hug and fell backward to the floor. Ward dropped down and caught the stud’s swollen shaft with his mouth. Dulf screamed in pleasure. He erupted instantly, violently. Ward swallowed Dulf’s virility in giant, almost desperate, gulps. The stud clasped Ward’s head with both hands, frozen in ecstasy, pumping as if there were no end to the milky juice. Ward gradually began to tongue, then suckle the heaving shaft. Sperm continued to pump out unabated.

“Yeah, drink it!” said Dulf.

The pumping lasted so long that the stud felt like he was breast feeding a man-child with his cock. Ward continued to suck, eagerly consuming the nourishing liquid. Although the orgasm produced more semen than even the doctor anticipated, the enormity of it left no negative impact on Dulf afterward. The stud’s shaft snapped back against his gut as soon as it was released, ready for more action.

“Do it again!” said Ward. “I need more!”

Dulf looked at him with a confused grin. “Sounds like you’re a vampire.”

“Yes, that’s basically the way it is.” He paused. “The cock-op I did on myself backfired somehow. I need the sperm of someone like you to renew me.” He looked at Dulf’s shaft and licked his lips.

“If you need cum,” said Dulf, trying to understand the meaning of what he’d just heard, “then will I need it too eventually?”

“Maybe. But not just any cum will work. It has to be sperm from a cock-op male.”

A worried expression spread across Dulf’s face. “You made me into a vampire?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” challenged Ward. “Didn’t you want me from the very beginning? I know that I wanted you.”

“Yes,” admitted Dulf, “but…..”

Ward halted the sentence with a strange gaze that instantly penetrated Dulf. It reached down to his balls and made the sack skin tighten like leather. Ward got to his feet and walked to a cabinet. He opened it and took out several blankets and pillows. Dulf noticed that the guy’s cock stood more upright than it had before. Ward threw his armload down and dropped to his knees again in front of the bewildered stud.

“We’ll want this stuff later. We’ll be here for a while. All night if you want to.”

“Won’t someone check up on us?”

“I locked the doors. The staff left some time ago and won’t be back for two days. You’re my last patient.” Ward looked at Dulf intensely. “I want you. I want your fluid.”

The stud scanned Ward’s beautiful physique. He didn’t know what to say.

“You’re free to leave if you want to,” said Ward. “But if you do go, can I….”

“….Have more of my juice?” interrupted Dulf. “Yes. But I’m not goin’ anywhere. “I’m stayin’ here with you.” He kissed Ward and crawled on his chest. He lowered his cock into the guy’s open mouth. “I have to keep my doc well fed.”

A few second later, Dulf’s sperm shot through the shaft and down the guy’s throat, barely allowing him to breathe. But Ward handled the huge ejaculations without difficulty. He was getting good at dealing with Dulf’s flood.

“Yeah, take as much as you need, man,” said Dulf as he pumped. “It’s all for you.”

Ward gripped the stud’s thighs tightly, swallowing each of Dulf’s strong, steady cum-jets. He could feel his shaft becoming harder. Dulf’s powerful liquid would soon restore his sexual energy to its optimum level, and beyond.

When Dulf’s orgasm finally came to an end, Ward’s shaft tingled irresistibly. Dulf had to try it out. He swung around and took it in his mouth. Ward cried out in a low, sexy yell. He thrust his butt off the floor as his cock fired immense loads into his buddy’s mouth. Dulf gripped Ward’s ass with both hands to keep the guy’s cock in place while he feasted. The luscious cream seemed to stimulate every cell of his body.

He had no idea how long Wards’s orgasm lasted, or when the cum stopped firing. At one point he realized that he and Ward were lying on their sides, with mouths close to cockheads.

Ward gave Dulf’s cocktip a single, circular lick with his tongue. Dulf groaned, paralyzed by pleasure. Ward licked more of its surface, unleashing a pleasure so extreme that it approached pain. He saw the stud’s cum-hole open. He rolled his tongue around it, feeling the stiff, hypersensitive ridge. Dulf grabbed Ward’s body. A large load of pre-cum fired onto the guy’s tongue. Ward continued to tantalize the hole with his tongue. He lapped up another load of pre-cum.

Dulf soon erupted again. The orgasms continued, one after another for some time. He loved feeding his new buddy, and also loved watching the effect it had on Ward. The guy’s libido skyrocketed. He even began to appear younger to Dulf.

“Shit, you look like you’re seventeen, man!” the stud pointed out.

“I am, thanks to you,” replied Ward.

“Just from my cum?”

“Yes, as long as you keep givin’ it to me.”

“Damn!” said Dulf. “This is awesome! Will your cum do that for me, too?”

“Definitely.”

The guys lowered the room’s light and stretched out on their bed of blankets and pillows. Primed for limitless sex, they took a sixty-nine position again on their sides. The studs grunted at similar volume levels as tongues and lips began to pleasure the raging rods.

As the hours passed, Dulf and Ward discovered that they needed virtually no rest between orgasms. The passion and potency increased steadily within them, surpassing levels that even the most virile males would never experience, or even be able to imagine. Dulf also thought his cock seemed to be getting larger.

“Man, this is so cool!” he said. “I’m so horny I bet I can shoot off just by thinking about your balls and cock!”

“Yes, I feel the same way,” replied Ward. “We’ll have to learn to slow it down, or else we’ll be shooting off when we’re walking down a street or something!”

Dulf laughed. “Right. We need some serious cock-training!”

Ward smiled. “You ready?”

“Ready, partner.”

The two guys began to caress each other’s bodies. But even that made their cocks jump wildly. It took time to adjust to the new, extreme sensitivity of simple touching.

Ward couldn’t get over the size of Dulf’s balls. “Man, your ‘nads are huge. I’ve gotta touch ‘em again.”

He proceeded cautiously as Dulf lay on his back. Ward cupped the balls in his hand and had a hard time spreading his fingers around them.

“Oh shit!” grunted Dulf, reacting to the indescribable pleasure that generated.

Ward paused. “Try to hold it in, man. Come on, you can do it.”

Dulf’s mouth opened in ecstasy. He felt the juice boiling inside his sack, demanding release. “Your fingers feel so fuckin’ good around my balls! They’re squeezin’ too much!”

“I’m not squeezin’ at all, stud. I’m just lightly touching them.”

Dulf clutched his buddy. “I can’t… I can’t….”

“Yes you can. You can hold it.” Ward tried to sound supportive, but he saw Dulf’s shaft rise up to a shooting position. He could feel the potent juice churning inside the giant gonads. “Fight it, man.”

Dulf began to sweat. His cock jumped. Pleasure disoriented him. “Where are you, man?”

“I’m right here,” said Ward, holding his buddy close. “You’re doin’ great. You’re winning!”

Ward was right. Although the cock ejected a big load of pre-cum, Dulf didn’t climax. Ward immediately licked up the load from the stud’s chest and watched Dulf continue to writhe in extreme pleasure, still teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

“Please make me shoot!” begged Dulf, losing his will to fight.

Pre-cum emerged from the reddened cock, this time oozing out, not firing. It accumulated on the large head, then started to fall to the stud’s abs in slow drips. Ward gazed at the juice hungrily, eager to lick it off the head. But that would trigger another orgasm. He moved his mouth toward the shaft, then stopped, realizing that he would have to learn to restrain his desire just like Dulf.

“Please lick it, man!” urged Dulf as he saw the cum flowing out of his rod. “Put your tongue on it!”

Ward kept encouraging him. “You’ve almost got it. Don’t give up now!”

Dulf’s sexy writhing almost made Ward shoot off. But after nearly twenty agonizing minutes, the cock’s oozing began to slow.

No one was happier than Dulf. “I did it, I did it!” he gasped.

Ward grinned and celebrated the victory by tonguing the juice from Dulf’s abs.

The guys took a break, but didn’t move. As they lay beside each other, they talked about how sexy the other looked and how they should approach their next move.

“Let’s keep going with hands for a while and see what happens,” suggested Ward.

Dulf agreed. Ward opened a hand and moved it slowly toward his buddy’s huge cock. He carefully put his fingers in place around the throbbing, granite-like shaft.

“Ahhhh!” yelled Dulf as a brutal pleasure gripped it from top to bottom. His upper body and legs flew off the floor.

Ward forced him back down by putting a bended knee on his chest. Although his hand merely held the pulsing cock, that was enough to turn Dulf’s essence loose. In a few seconds it burst violently from the wide-open cum-hole. Ward dove down and seized it with his mouth. He took every load as it shot ferociously down his throat. The power of each jet shocked him. His body stiffened. Dulf’s sexy pleasure cries quickly ignited his own cum. Out of control, it shot up instantly.

Dulf lunged at his buddy’s cock. No juice was wasted: the two drank themselves into a paradise of masculinity….

Now drunk on each other’s power liquid, they felt a greatly-heightened desire to cum again.

“We’ve gotta do better than that!” quipped Ward.

“Yeah, if we can,” added Dulf, gazing at his still-oozing cock and enormous, tightened balls. “But, let’s try that again.”

On the second attempt, Dulf did better. He focused his thoughts on other things as much as possible. Ward held his shaft steady, which wasn’t easy. Its surface had become slippery with pre-cum. He wanted to jack it wildly, but resisted, content with the privilege of merely holding such a massive piece of super-charged meat. He also resisted the desire to lick up the pre-cum that occasionally discharged from it.

Forty-five minutes passed, and the guys had succeeded in holding their ground, beginning to learn how to regulate the overwhelming, ever-present ecstasy inside them.

“I wanna try sliding my hand up your shaft,” said Ward finally.

“OK, but do it s-l-o-w-l-y.”

The hand barely moved, but Dulf immediately gasped from the increased pleasure. He seized Ward’s arm to warn him.

The hand paused and Ward smiled down at him. “Don’t worry stud, I can feel it too in my fingers. I can feel the strong pulsing.”

Ward gradually became better at judging the cock’s reaction to the movement of his hand. He felt the pulsing lessen or increase, depending on what he did with his fingers. He even managed to give the shaft some brief squeezes without triggering an orgasm.

“You’re getting’ good at this,” complimented Dulf.

“I love doing it. I want my hand around your cock forever.”

“It’s yours, buddy.”

Dulf reached over and carefully took hold of Ward’s shaft. The guy froze and nearly climaxed. But Dulf became accustomed to the pulsing as well, and after a half-hour of sensing and experimenting, he could do more hand movement.

More time passed and the guys learned how to accomplish a very slow, mutual jackoff. Day became night. The room was silent, except for the sound of soft pleasure-grunts, occasional kissing, and quiet dialogue about how good they made each other feel. Their cockheads confirmed it by releasing an almost steady flow of pre-cum.

Late into the night Ward proposed another change. “I want to put my tongue on your cock.”

Just the thought of it gave him a pleasure spasm. “Oh god! I don’t know about that yet.”

“I’ll take it easy,” Ward reassured him.

“That’s what worries me! You can take my cum all too easily!”

The guys laughed. But Ward began anyway. The initial touch of his tongue to the cum-covered rod drove Dulf crazy. He kept it steady, and after a few minutes, started to press more of it onto the shaft’s hot surface. Dulf couldn’t stand it, so Ward backed off.

“You almost got me,” said Dulf, breathing heavily.

Ward licked his lips, savoring the small amount of stud-cum that his tongue had picked up.

“I know you want more, man. Try it again.”

Ward did so. This time he went slower. Dulf held his buddy passionately as the tongue got reacquainted with the taut shaft-skin. It moved up the cock ever so gradually,

gliding along the slippery rod. Dulf groaned. More pre-cum bubbled out of the open hole and drained down onto the waiting tongue.

Dulf’s cock pulsed madly, but Ward patted the stud’s thigh, a signal that he had everything under control. As Dulf strained in pleasure, Ward’s tongue filled with down-flowing cum. At last Ward disengaged.

When he heard his buddy swallow and groan in pleasure, he guessed what had happened. Once more fought back the urge to shoot, and won.

Glad that he could now feed his buddy without erupting in a full orgasm, Dulf was overjoyed. “Go ahead, take some more,” he said. I think I can handle it.”

This time Ward put his lips around the bulging cockhead, but with great care.

“Oh shit, you fucker!” whispered Dulf. His entire cock seemed to expand with pleasure.

Ward kept his lips motionless around the head, hoping Dulf could cope with the move. Incredibly, he did. But the ecstatic cock did react. It released a huge amount of pre-cum. Ward swallowed. Twenty seconds later, another load ejected. The cock continued this cycle for many minutes as both guys grunted in unheard of, but contained, pleasure.

Dulf relished his ability to give his partner an unlimited supply of sperm. But when Ward began to actually suck the cockhead, Dulf tapped him urgently, like a wrestle submitting to a painful submission hold.

Ward released the cock just in time. “Man, you taste so good I couldn’t help myself!”

Dulf grinned, still fighting the pleasure. “This whole thing is too fantastic for words, buddy. I wanna try that on you.”

He closed his lips around Ward’s cock. His buddy reacted like someone had shoved an electrical device into his balls and zapped them with a massive jolt. Whimpering like a kid, Ward battled the ecstasy with fierce determination. Dulf didn’t move.

Ward shook his head back and forth, out of his mind with pleasure. He felt the juice begin to move up his shaft. “No! No!” he yelled, stubbornly resisting it. He grabbed Dulf’s handsome ass and dug his fingers into the muscular butt-flesh. “Stop!” he yelled at his rising cum. Nearly delirious with ecstasy, his brain began to lose its grip on reality. Everything became pleasure.

Yet, he didn’t cum. As with Dulf, Ward’s cock compromised by releasing some large shots of pre-cum at regular intervals. When Dulf had his fill, he freed the cockhead.

“Oh man,” groaned Ward, “did I have an orgasm?”

“No,” answered Dulf. “But you had me worried for a while!”

The guys talked about their success and cautiously felt each other’s rock-hard balls.

“Their getting’ bigger, aren’t they,” observed Ward.

“Yeah. I’ll have to buy a bigger jockstrap!” said Dulf.

Daylight began to enter the room again. Dulf pushed the pillows against a wall, leaned back into them and spread his legs wide to let Ward inspect his ‘nads. The long inspection brought a new flow of thick pre-cum from the cock. Ward rested his head on Dulf’s abs and put his mouth around the oozing shaft. Dulf held and caressed him, while his endless, magical liquid flowed down Ward’s throat. When his buddy wanted more, Ward put a squeeze on one or both balls, or gave them a little slap. That always made Dulf gasp as he felt the juice threaten to override his control and leap up.

“Do you take vacations?” Dulf asked.

Ward released the cockhead and smiled. “This week. I’m canceling all my appointments. I want us to be together.” He paused. “In fact, I think it’s time for me to retire from this business. What do you think about that?”

Dulf gave him a long kiss. “Does that answer your question?”

Ward put his lips around the stud’s shaft again and continued feeding on the delicious, youthful flow. Suddenly he struck Dulf’s overloaded ballsack with his fist.

Dulf opened his mouth in an agony of pleasure. “You bastard….!”

(end)