Hello everyone - Thank you SO much for the amazing feedback. I've received some great messages from some of you and I'm happy that you're loving the story of Gareth's ordeal as much as I do! Here's a sneak peak at part 2 - it's just the first quarter...here, we get to see some of the effects Gareth's cum has on Davenport...seems like someone's gonna be worth his weight in gold! - Alix Knight
Marshall couldn’t believe what had just happened – what he’d just been a party to. One of his wildest dreams had just come true. He’d promised himself that once he’d seen his idol in the throes of an orgasm, he’d be happy and would cross the experience off of his bucket list. Not only had he watch Gareth Prince have a powerful orgasm, he’d watched him cum over and over again for nearly half an hour. The sexy jock had been simultaneously screaming for more and begging for mercy the whole time. It was everything he could have ever hoped for and so much more.
But it hadn’t been enough.
As he wiped down Gareth’s sweat-soaked body, he found himself stroking the sinewy muscles of his arms and legs; his fingers dancing over the jock’s abs and pecks in wonderment. He was excited for Gareth’s next session although he knew he’d be disappointed that he still wouldn’t get to taste any of his friend’s copious seed.
No, this next session would be just for Davenport and his two top investors – Lars Jensson and Miles Chesterfield. Jensson was the former President and CEO of an international eco-tech firm. He was in his early 60’s, but quite fit for his age. Marshall had seen him at Davenport’s place before and remembered the man’s striking blonde hair and grey eyes. Though his face was clean shaven and leant him as slight boyish appearance, Lars Jensson was every bit the fierce Swedish Viking.
Miles Chesterfield was the founder of Chesterfield Bakery, which had grown into a large chain of gourmet bakeries and restaurants. He was in his late 40’s and thus the youngest of Davenport’s group. His short brown hair was thinner at the top of his head and he wore silver rimmed glasses on a crooked nose. Chesterfield was recently married - to a 21 year-old playboy bunny. The two of them were trying for a baby, but unfortunately Chesterfield couldn’t get it up to save his life. So, when Davenport had approached him with the findings of the Danish scientists, he’d jumped on the opportunity.
Marshall wasn’t sure when the two other men would be coming, but he figured it’d be pretty soon with the way Davenport and his uncle were rushing him to get Gareth cleaned up. From the corner of his eyes, Marshall watched his uncle check Davenport’s vitals.
“Your blood pressure looks good and your temp is fine,” Dr. Clancy said as he rolled up the blood pressure cuff. “I’m not sure how quickly you’ll begin to feel the effects of young Mr. Prince’s semen, though.”
Davenport rested his head on the stone wall behind the stool he was sitting on. “With the last one it took about 48 hours, but Prince is stronger and his cum tasted richer.”
“Not only that, but you were able ingest a substantial amount of it,” the doctor smirked.
At that moment, Davenport shifted on his perch and gasped. “Shit, doc…I’m beginning to think that might’a sped things up a bit.”
He looked down at his crotch and a wide grin broke over his face. His penis was hardening rapidly. When the doctor motioned for him to do so, he reached down and unbuttoned his trousers.
Davenport almost always went commando and today was no different. His fat, veiny cock sprang out from behind the buttons like an angry snake, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was fully erect and about 8 and a half inches long. Both Davenport and the doctor watched in delighted amazement as the swollen dick pulsed a few times and became even more stiff.
“Son of cocksucker!” Davenport laughed. “Look at that motherfucker! Damn it I feel like I’m going to cum just sittin’ here!”
The doctor swiftly moved into action, wheeling over a machine with a series of silver and neon blue buttons and switches. Attached to the top of the machine was a clear hose, which he attached to a clear tube that encased a see-through sleeve. The sleeve, made of some kind of silicone, was soft and pliable. The inside of the tip of the sleeve was covered in small purple bumps. The rest of the sleeve was covered in lines that spiraled down the inside of it. These lines were actually cuts in the silicone that allowed the sleeve to expand and contract when the machine was turned on. The doctor pressed a button on the machine’s top panel and the sleeve began to move up and down within the clear cylinder. The bumps at the top began to vibrate lightly as well.
Davenport, eyes intent on the cylinder, moaned and licked his lips as he watched the machine. He’d begun to jerk his thick meat and as the doctor emptied half a tube of lubricant into the sleeve he pumped a little faster.
“Hey, now,” Dr. Clancy smiled as he snatched Davenport’s hand away from his dick, “Cut that out! We need to collect your first ejaculation after having taken in Prince’s contribution. We’ll measure the quantity, quality, and sperm count in your semen. You’ll also need to let me know how this orgasm feels. There’s a chance that Gareth’s cum may have had some extra endorphins in it, something that’s actually quite common in younger specimens. If it did, you’ll likely experience a more powerful orgasm…”
The doctor stopped talking when he realized that Davenport had stopped listening to him. The man’s eyes were now glazed over and his hips were writhing , pumping his pink mushroom tipped cock closer towards the tube in the doctor’s hand.
“Is this what you want?” Dr. Clancy teased, tipping the cylinder upside down so that some of the lube ran out. He quickly caught it on his index finger and rubbed it on the thick rim of the cylinder’s padded base.
“Yessssssssss,” Davenport hissed absently.
Dr. Clancy was fascinated by Davenport’s response. He had become single-minded in the pursuit of his pleasure, nearly in a trance as he focused on the device that would grant it to him.
“Turn around then and lean forward,” the doctor ordered.
Like an obedient child, Davenport faced away from the doctor and leaned forward. Dr. Clancy pushed the man’s pants to just below his ass cheeks, then brought the tube around the where his dick was eagerly waiting. He waited for an intake constriction and when it came he allowed it to slurp Davenport’s dickhead in.
The response was instantaneous.
Davenport let out a long, low moan and tipped his head back. His eyes were half closed and Dr. Clancy could only see the whites, so he knew they rolled back into his head. When the tube cycled for another intake, he let it have the whole first half of Davenport’s dick. He let the tube go then, knowing that it would eventually suck its ways to the base of Davenport’s cock.
While the milking machine was busy on his cock, the doctor grabbed the tube of lube and a small prostate massager called an Aneros. He lubed it up, then used his thumb and index finger to separate Davenport’s ass cheeks. He slowly rubbed the tip of it against Davenport’s asshole before carefully inserting it into his tight, hairy hole.
Davenport grunted as the massager hit bottom, and the doctor watched as his asshole puckered in and out as he gently fucked himself with it, passing it over his prostate repeatedly.
“Uuuuunnnngh!” Davenport moaned, reaching up for the grab bar he’d had placed at that part of the room for just such a purpose. “I’m so close!”
“Let it out, Charles…it wants to come out. I can see your balls tightening up.”
Davenport’s breathing escalated and he hunched forward. He grunted and his eyes widened as his asshole began to twitch uncontrollably, fucking the prostate massager in and out of his ass more rapidly. “Oh…what’s happening in my ass?!”
Stay tuned for Davenport to blow, Marshall to perform some more 'prep' on Gareth, and the first two of Davenport's cronies to experience the wonders of Gareth's cum-gushing cock...PLUS, A SURPRISE...Gareth's gonna get fucked, alright...but you'll never guess how it all goes down!
