Tice encouraged him into the alcove, a fresh pair of gloves on his hands and ready to proceed. He only had one more subject to clear – the group’s older leader Sean Reilly – before they could resume. He was eager to lead the young men through the mastubarbation chamber and into the containment room, to give them their first sight of OBJECT-6476.
“He watched as more members of the group arrived to deliver their seed, even participating himself in the deep chorus of intensely horny yeah’s and fuck’s continually being issued by the crowd of masturbators around him. An occasional request popped into the mix, “cum on his lips, bro” or “squirt on his cock”, and dutifully they would comply.”
Seated closest to Felipe and Tice twenty one year old Brian Hampton and his friend Gill Trevore were already mocking each other for the hardened shapes of cock snaking down their thighs, snugly secured under denim. They gleefully displayed the mounds for each other, gripping the muscular pipes and nudging them while they stared intently at their friend’s rude performance. Tice watched as Brian prodded the bulging shape of Gill’s cock head clearly defined under the material, poking at it playfully with his finger, a darkening patch emerging where the very end of his penis issued juices in anticipation of the pleasure to come, with both boys seemingly fascinated by the appearance.
On the morning of July 19th 1971 it was brought to my attention by our contact at the Crickwood Penitentiary that test subject 93 had been engaging in masturabtion activities with five (5) fellow inmates of the facility, and two (2) members of staff, following the Memetic Awareness Influence Test conducted with test subject 93 on July 16th 1971. Given the exhibited personality of 93 during initial testing and his open hostility to such sexual activities prior to the test my immediate concern was that efforts to suppress the influence of OBJECT-6476 had failed.
Jared stepped forward, reducing the gap to two feet of space between them “Simple cum shot contest” Dan’s eyes met the young man’s blue stare, confident and stubborn. He could smell the cheap shower gel the boy had been using, “just squirt off and see who can fire it the furthest”
Sensing an opportunity, knowing how close the boy was and how he could make the most of their encounter, he switched it up. His own confidence swelled up inside him, just as his thicker dick did the same beneath the material of his workwear. “How about we see who can last the longest?”
The pace of his masturbation had increased significantly by this time. I asked him if he usually felt comfortable masturbating in front of another male and explained that he never had but that he was enjoying it. He asked me if I was enjoying it and again requested to see my penis. When I declined he asked me to describe my penis to him. I declined to do so. Subject 93 then asked if I had ever made physical contact with OBJECT-6476. I told him I had not. He asked if I had touched another man’s penis, I declined to answer.
His trembling fingers let the member fall back down to hang heavy as they danced carefully up the treasure trail to his stomach, the shapes of the muscle beneath the taut skin bunching as he breathed fast and heavy. He was shaking so much he could barely control his arms as they explored the strange fleshy landscape, coming back up to his thick neck and tight jaw.
It wasn’t his body.
He raised his ass from the seat and slid his jeans down, reaveling he wasn’t wearing underwear. His long brown cock bounced out, an incredible penis arching down between his thighs, his big balls hanging heavy between them.
According to film records and accounting of the incident after the fact, an additional twenty four (24) males arrived over the course of the following thirty two (32) minutes and joined the gathered men in the containment room. Several of these arrivals were operational personnel with awareness of OBJECT-6476 and had arrived understanding the seriousness of the situation, nevertheless something of a critical mass had occurred and they were quickly overcome by the anomalous effects themselves.
The rubber wheels of his bucket trundled across the textured tiles as he made his way to the end of the open showers. He knew Peterson, one of the wrestling coaches, and he was an asshole with nothing between his ears but stats and strategies. The man was a hot head, he’d seen him knock out a guy at the local bar over a pool match. If the coach really had given this young man permission to use the showers then he was probably one of his best. He looked like it, too. Dan was no slouch when it came to staying in shape and working out, but this athlete had a the body of a Greek statue, as so many of the top athletes did.
