I heard the click of a light, and I woke up. It was a Pav-- Pav-- a response the man trained me to have. I slept a lot these days. Or weeks. Months? It didn't matter. If I wasn't sleeping, I was fucking or eating, and I ate so I could fuck, and I fucked because it felt good. And then I slept. The man was nice to let me do that.
I asked before why he let me do that without doing anything for him. He laughed and told me I did plenty.
Like now. He called it "work," but it was just more sex to me. If sex was work, then give me more work!
The man had very few rules, and one was that when the light clicked on in my hall, I went to my window. I shoved my dick through. I heard a gasp. I smirked. Fuck yeah. I started to get hard, my cock head sliding through my heavy foreskin and making me shudder slightly at the sensation. The man told me when I did this, I didn't have to move or do anything else, just stand there, and other people would do the rest.
I knew my dick was big. Nathan told me that once. Like, real big. He said a big number but it was just lots. It was sooooooo sensitive. I really wanted whoever was on the other side to touch it. Even just blow on it. The skin was so tight and I could feel it starting to leak.
"Don't touch! No hands!" the man barked. I shifted slightly. I felt my heavy dick bob a little. I couldn't see who it was in front of me, but that didn't matter.
I felt a nose come up to my dickroot and a pressure. My thick, blonde pubes felt a rush of cool air as the new guy smelled me. He licked my balls. My giant balls the size of melons, each, hanging low in my strong sack. They made lots of cum. Cum that made the man happy. So, I got to fuck more and that made me happy. Sooooo much cum.
I heard the man say what he said every time he brought a guy to me: "One load is 21 years. Your body will be 21 years younger. Just make that giant dick cum, swallow it all, and you'll be 21 years younger by the time you get home."
"Seriously, this isn't all just some gimmick?"
I rolled my eyes. People are so dumb. The man wouldn't lie. I couldn't remember life before the man, but he never lied to me. I would've remembered something like that.
Ug, come on dumb guy, just fucking make me cum in your mouth or your ass and be done with it! I leaked a little at the thought of another tight hole. I wanted to pound something, but I knew when I was at the window, I had to stand still. It had to be the other guy. The man made that very clear: I stood still, the other guy did everything. That way, it was all conse-- sonsen-- constenu-- it was all fair.
I felt my precum drip off my cock tip even though I couldn't see it from behind my wall. I heard another gasp. I flexed my muscles, making my heavy dick bounce again, hoping for a breeze to st-- sim-- simu-- to make it feel good. I loved my muscles. Almost as much as my dick. They were, like, pretty big. My pecs could even bounce! The man laughed when I bounced them for him. He also squeezed my pillowy butt.
He showed me a picture once: A scrawny guy who looked sad. Blonde like me. But small and sad. He asked if I recognized the guy. I studied it for awhile. It took me time because my thoughts were slow, but that was okay. I didn't need to think much. I gave the picture back to the man and shook my head. The man had smiled. I asked who he was. The man just had told me that it was some guy who went on to better things, and then he laughed. I shrugged and thought, "good for him."
Then I heard the man again, breaking me out of my memory. He was talking to the new guy: "Would you have paid me enough credits to house half this colony if you thought this was a gimmick? You fight over resources like oil and minerals and land despite the vastness of space. In the end, there's one resource you haven't been able to buy, but I'm selling it to you: More time. Time is the single, most precious commodity in the universe. Just make that cock shoot."
The guy must have believed the man because I felt a tongue tentatively on my tip. I thrust forward a tiny bit, encouraging the contact. I was so close. I was pretty trigger happy, especially with newbies. I fucked all the time with Nathan and the others and we could make each other last awhile. We didn't change each other, the man said that one change and all our D... our DM... our jeans? Our something is changed forever and we can't change each other again. That was good, that meant I got to fuck more and not worry. Though I don't know who changed me already, I don't remember. The man said not to worry about it. I didn't have any worries these days.
Ooooooooo, that felt good. Right, I had almost forgotten. I was gonna cum soon! The new guy licked me more and then managed to get my whole head in his mouth. Mmmmmm, that felt good. I pushed a bit more and felt the back of his throat. Then his tongue danced under my cock head and that always sends me over the top: I came and came and came, spewing my milky cum out the end of my hypersensitive dick.
I heard and felt lots of gulping. The guy paid lots, and he wanted all 21 years for his credits. That's right guy, swallow it all down. Jay will get you that time you want. Just suck my delicious cum.
I finished moaning. I didn't realize I was moaning. I finished cumming. I started to get soft, and I heard heavy breathing on the other side of the wall.
"You okay?" the man asked.
"Yeah!" the other guy replied. "Just ... wow! That was a lot!"
"Uh, did you see the size of his balls?" I felt my balls get tapped by the guy. He did this almost every time. Like he was proud of my own goods. Like he made them or something like that. Pfft. Whatever, I knew I could go rest soon after this "work" was over.
I heard a laugh from the other guy. "So, how long does this take?"
"An hour or less. You're looking younger already."
"Okay, I'll let myself out."
"Good-bye, Senator," the man replied, and I felt him let go of my balls.
The man never let me see the guys we changed, but after they left, he always made us clean up. I knew the routine: Wait for the door to close, then come from behind the wall. There was almost always some cum on the floor, the guys could never get it all down. Didn't matter, the guy said the less they had, it just took longer to change. Right now, there was lots of milky cum on the floor.
He made sure we knew that our cum was precious, we needed to make a lot, and encouraged the sex because that kept us ready to make lots. But it only worked fresh from the source.
He said the cum was "the way." Kept us happy, kept him happy, kept more guys coming. All that milky goodness was the way we made a living. Our milky way.
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