Steamboat Geyser – Part 32

Dr. Eddings leaned back in his seat, surrendering his stiffened penis to the warm pleasure being offered by the young man as the surprise of the new employee’s desperate act was replaced by his own growing need for release. He was used to the need to jack off. Like all other members of the team he often found excuse to lock himself in a cubicle and masturbate, or even hastily splash his semen into a urinal, hoping a like-minded colleague might catch him and join in.

Dr. Wheeler stared on, angled into the edge of the unforgiving table and rubbing his freshly bruised ribs, his eyes fixed on the lewdness while his own dick pleaded and throbbed for similar release.

All three minds in the room were consumed with the need for pleasure, their penises wet with desperation, their balls churning in their sacks, their tips issuing clear juices as sparks of delight washed through them.

The surprise movement had shocked Wheeler, of course, but he was well aware of the influence OBJECT-6476 had on almost all men, including himself. As his mind surrendered to the need to cum, the sight of masculine meat filling his vision, the expression of erotic surrender on his colleague’s face, he was ready to give in.

Caden gripped his own drooling meat in his right hand, pumping both fists in coordinated rhythm, working his own and Eddings’ erections in a silent and steady repetition. He’d never touched another penis before, never milked a hardened mass other than his own, but the skill seemed to exist within him all the same. His powerful muscular outstretched arm flexed as his fist slipped up and down the warm inches of the older man’s erection, his eyes fixed on the sight of the drooling dick tip at the top of his grasp, his own hot hog of penis bulging in his right hand.

The Compound-KG would take time to work, and in the meantime a steady need for pleasure quickly took over even the scientific mind of the man watching the lewd act taking place in the small room. He licked his lips, his gaze darting from Eddings’ cock to the younger, muscular man reaching to deliver such pleasure. He wanted in.

Wheeler reached down to massage the hardened mass in his own pants, the rod of muscle leaking a constant stream of precum in his underwear. The sight of Caden milking his colleague’s proud, exposed manhood while the muscular subject rubbed his own generated a sudden longing in him that overtook any remaining professionalism in his weakened mind. The groping of his own straining penis increased his urgency, finally pushing him to the moment that he already knew was coming.

Rising from his seat, Wheeler hurriedly unzipped his pants, reaching into the opening and hooking the edge of his tight and newly damp briefs, stretching them outward to allow his seven inch curved erection the space it required to be released into the room. His arched muscle, rigid with need and gristled with straining, reached out ahead of him like a fleshy beam. He reached in again, cupping his low scrotum and gathering the clammy sack, lifting it free of the cotton cage, releasing the wrinkled bag of orbs to hang below his quivering member.

Handsome Caden turned his head, the swollen pink tip of the produced penis dragging across his flat cheek and leaving a slimy smear of salty sauce against his flushed face on its way to his parting lips. In a movement that was unexpected even by him, he opened his mouth fully and welcomed the warm muscle, engulfing the leaking penis. The bulging glans rested on his tongue, immediately dribbling a flood of sap.

The taste was entirely new, a salty and tangy flavor that immediately had him hooked. While he’d never sucked a cock before, he seemed to automatically know how, gently creating a little pressure, allowing the older man’s penis to thrust between his encompassing lips in short humps.

“Oh, that’s it, suck that dick,” Wheeler encouraged, his eyes gently closed, his hands slipping into his pockets while his dick humped slowly back and forth. Slurps escaped around the young man’s mouth, his body hunched over, his left hand milking the pink and fleshy rod of muscle rising from Edding’s open fly, his own thicker erection being rubbed in matching rhythm.

Wheeler couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced such pleasure. It had been at least ten years since his wife had even touched his penis, let alone sucked him. He’d forgotten how good it felt, but also knew that having another man performing this act was even more incredible.

He’d considered seeking it a few times. On quiet nights at home, locked in the bathroom and satisfying his penis in his rubbing fist, he’d wondered about taking a drive to the area of town renowned for sex workers. He’d even thought about seeking out head from a willing man at the adult theater, having heard rumors about what went on there when the lights were low and men were in need.

The thoughts would usually leave him with the cum he spat from his cock, the horny desire evaporating into the smell of freshly dumped semen.

“Fuck, that’s it, suck my dick, drink that juice,” Wheeler allowed the words to fall from his lips, his eyes down on his colleague’s eager meat being persistently pulled upward and down again, watching as more glistening dribbles seeped from the small hole in his fattened tip. He rested his open hand on the back of the young man’s head, his fingers slipping through his cock sucker’s hair, “Hmm yeah, you like that cock?” he grunted.

The hum of agreeable pleasure Caden released in reply vibrated around his glans, the gentle sucking of his tender helmet washing through his body to weave around his ass and up his lower back.

Now he knew what it felt like to be blown by another man, he wished he’d sought it out in one of those desperate moments.

Barely a minute had passed, with all three erections releasing the most masculine aroma into the small room, when the door slowly opened.

Kris Aanders entered, unsurprised by the scene of improper play his colleagues and their new arrival were trapped in. The door closed silently behind him and he took his place leaning against the wall, his eyes meeting Wheeler’s and seeing no shame.

He watched silently, enjoying the live view.

Up until the unexpected burst of erotic pleasure he’d been monitoring the interview process from the adjoining observation room, playing with his own hard uncut penis in his slowly stroking grip, wondering if he would see the handsome and muscular new arrival succumb fully to the strange new urges.

Technically, it was his job to intervene. It was his responsibility to monitor the meeting and act should anything untoward occur. Of course, in reality, the men of the OBJECT-6476 team rarely acted to prevent their pleasure. It was unofficially sanctioned, the drive for release being permitted to play out, excuses made to allow cocks to be enjoyed and semen to be splashed.

Besides, they’d all dosed with Compound-KG, enough time had passed that they were now flying almost entirely on natural urges and the need for ejaculation, rather than the memetic effects of OBJECT-6476. The drug had almost done its job, slowly clearing their minds of the paranormal power, replacing it with a raw passion for the hard erections the three were now focused on satisfying.

Kris allowed his right hand to drop back down to the length of muscular manhood straining in his jeans, the hardened pipe he’d crammed back inside its prison to make the short journey in the corridor strained against the material, pulsating beneath the taut denim.

He worked quickly, releasing his own damp erection into the room, watching the three gorging on their pleasure. Clear of mind but for the lust he was familiar with, he grasped his uncut cock in his fist and resumed his wanking, his gooey foreskin slipping over the red head and bunching up behind the meaty end before easing forward again to bunch up over the drooling opening.

A horny soundtrack bounced off the plain white walls. The slurps the naked and muscular young man delivered to the meat in his mouth mixed with the hastening breathing of Dr. Eddings, his head back against the wall and his eyes closed, his penis being persistently rubbed by the candidate. Dr. Wheeler continued to pump his hips gently, fucking the handsome face of the hunched young man, while Caden’s back muscles danced and bulged with the effort of his own fist in his lap.

“Oh, that’s it,” Eddings announced, his eyes springing open, his head peering down into his own lap, “Yes, that’s it,” he repeated, his gaze fixed on his cock in Caden’s piston grip, “Hmmm,” he hummed loudly as a burst of hot white cream pumped out to splat heavily over the muscular young man’s hand.

His announcement drew attention.

Aanders watched as more small burps of pearly and thick semen plopped out of the engorged cock head to pour over the back of Caden’s hand.

It was enough for the only naked one in the room. His hand paused on his penis, the cock in his mouth slipping out as he breathed heavy and fast. His cum-covered fist continued to play with the ejaculating member as his own climax grasped him fully, his body immediately rocked with his own orgasm.

Wheeler was at his limit, too. His curved inches, now freed from the sucking mouth of their new employee and glistening wet with spit and precum, was quickly collected in his hand, his grip tight and rubbing.

A low growl of relief joined the cacophony of rapid breathing as the first of several squirts of spooge shot from his pleasured red tip, hitting Caden’s handsome face!

The young man tasted a stray splash of semen, the thicker liquid bathing his tongue, and quickly slurped. He released the jizz coated cock in his left hand and leaned back, his large chest heaving, his abs bunching, his thick penis pointing up from his smooth groin. Kris looked down at the man, streaks of semen across his pleasure-wracked face.

A fountain of watery release burst from the pink girthy muscle in his own right fist, a long issuance of hot juices flying upward and splatting down over the heaving mounds of his pecs.

Wheeler was still ejaculating, his cock aimed toward the young man’s lap, his load pumping out in repetitive bursts to rain down over the exploding release being produced by the muscular interviewee leaning back in his chair.

Kris smiled, his own intact length ready to join the collective conclusion. He pulled back on the skin, his hood fully retracted, the obscenely bulging helmet aimed toward the man leaning back below him. His climax seized him as he watched another powerful expulsion of semen leap upward from Caden’s still cock.

His load burst from him, reaching out to join the two brazen cummers, a thick rope-like pump of goo shooting forward to weave between the raining jizz showering down from Wheeler’s unloading dick tip and another energetic upward burst from the young man’s fat baton.

Eddings nursed his own spent penis in the corner, his fingers playing with the sloppy mess his member had been milked of, watching as the three doused the muscular man’s body with their repetitive pumps.

Kris spat another thick and long rope of cream from his dick, his seed lashing over the bursting erection poking up from the naked man’s lap. Wheeler milked his curved meat to produce another glob of white goo, the last of his release plopping down to slap against Caden’s bare right thigh.

Another squirting gush of slop rose up from the red end being held steady in Caden’s hand, the goop splatting over his bunching abs, already coated in the glistening mess produced by all three cocks.

The Compound-KG had eradicated the memetic influence long before their loads found freedom, but none of the victims of it cared. Their penises were satisfied, milked of the fluid built up inside, and as Kris squeezed along the length of his own pleasured erection, allowing the last dribbles of nut to drip from his bunched up foreskin, the gathered guys quietly simmered in their declining orgasms while the smell of so much cum filled their nostrils.

A contented silence slowly replaced the heavy breaths of frantic orgasm, the aroma of their jettisoned semen rising on the still air in the cramped room, their hands gently massaging the viscid members while the muscular shapes became malleable and swollen ropes of flesh.

Wheeler chuckled awkwardly, easing his drained and tacky penis back into his pants. He discreetly licked at his forefinger, collecting a fat gob of cum and allowing the salty and slightly bitter cream to slip down his throat.

Eddings righted himself, sitting up in his seat in the corner, allowing his floppy penis to slip back into his briefs and tugging on the zipper to secure himself inside.

Kris did the same, pulling on his extra skin to fully cover his slippery dome, angling his bloated and tacky penis back inside his jeans. Quietly, he slipped back out of the room and closed the door on the spent trio to return to his observation room, as though nothing had happened.

Caden, now doused in the cooling splashes of watery cock sap from three blasting erections, his left hand dripping with goop he’d stroked out of Eddings, slowly sat upright, his naked form feeling the chill where the rivers of manly soup flowed downward. He felt dazed, surprised by what had happened. He could still taste the older man on his tongue.

“We’ll get you to the shower shortly,” Wheeler advised, collecting his pen from the table and seemingly about to write something, “we need to process what just happened, make sure you understand the cause.”

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