Joseph’s penis ached with the need for release. He’d somehow managed to fight the urge the previous night and slipped into sleep but now it was dripping wet as he groped the thick shape in his grip, his hat still positioned in front of him as he peered through the gap and watched the young men quietly talking, showing each other their pale lengths while they compared their appendages to each others, and to the men seen in the images.
Henry chuckled softly, rubbing his dripping length slowly in his sticky hand as he watched Joseph’s prong purging a heavy load of masculine milk over the floor beneath him, his bearded face angled up for a moment to catch the last pumps of Henry’s juices leaving his dick while his own continued to expel what seemed to Henry to be a months-worth of lather
Joseph was silent, watching expressionless beside him as Henry’s foreskin slipped over the swollen round shape of his tip, his pale flesh bunching up into a spout before slowly easing back again to reveal the red bulbous head, seemingly juicy like the inside of a firm ripe fruit. Nectar seeped from between the little raised lips, a bead of clear liquid sitting atop his pecker wile his hand slowly moved up and down with lazy strokes.
“He reached down to the wetness he felt in his trousers, the familiar yet rare sensation of having soiled himself with cock juice. He couldn’t remember exactly how long it had been since he’d expunged his semen in his sleep, but he knew it had been a long time indeed.”
Another button was freed as Joseph stared and massaged his thick shape, his penis burst from the parted cotton, threatening to rise up proudly from his groin. He secured it under his hand, his stiff inches restrained but awkwardly rigid, the cloak of skin over his bell end rolled back so that his naked tip brushed against the underside of his wrist sending a jolt of pleasure through his hefty nuts each time his rod twitched
Tice Miller, Felipe Renier, and Kris Aanders are on a new mission. With limited assistance from the UK board of the International Scientific Research Council, the small team have arrived in London to oversee their first international memetic influence experiment. While locating test subjects is more difficult than Tice Miller had expected, they soon have a trio of locals enticed by the prospect of making some easy money in exchange for a few hours answering “market research” questions for their fictional LA-based appliance company. 19-year-old Tim, 38-year-old Darron and 26-year-old Moon have no concept of what might happen to them in the secrecy of the hotel room, but Kris cannot wait to see what happens when the three are exposed to the new images of the giant manhood.
Ronan watches on as man after man arrives around the supine target, their releases showering over the naked form while he accepts their anointment. Gradually, his own need for a final release swells beyond containment, his friends urging him forward, the men gathering around the figure to participate in the final horny act of the massive masturbation party. Despite the shots already delivered, Ronan is ready to end his first experience of a jack off club by adding yet more goopy mess to the body of an already soaked target!
Dr. Felipe Renier and Tice Miller arrive at the open door of the secure observation room, shocked by what they find. The Tactical Response Team they’d hoped would subdue the situation have become infected by the memetic powers of OBJECT-6476, abandoning their uniforms and engaging in the most lascivious acts! On the floor, seemingly unconscious, with a TRT member straddling him and continuing to rub their members together, is appears the facility might have another tragic incident on their hands…
Doug thought he knew what a climax felt like. He’d pleasured his own rod and splashed plenty of gooey releases so many times, but nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure of another man’s experienced hand, or the joy and power of being in physical control of his best friend’s immense rod of muscle! With Kevin’s pulsating pipe in his grip and his own awesome uncut length being milked by their handsome older friend, the boys learn what true masturbation feels like, and how it can be enjoyed between the best of friends.
With the evening coming to an end, Ronan is both reluctant to depart, but eager to participate in the final ritual. As a large crowd gathers at the end of the Milk Shed, he joins his guide and hung and uncut Lenny in the growing circle, ready to watch as multiple men deliver their final offering of the party. In the middle, a young man lies back, stroking and ready, receiving the first shots of a shower of warmth from the arriving parade of numerous men.
