Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 01:50:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Sargon Bighorn Subject: All Boys Private School 12 This is a work of fiction and is not based in reality. All Boys Private School Part 12 Male Physiology 401 Sperm Consistency School Third Quarter Sperm Consistency Research My name is Brent. I'm your typical athletic 16 year old. I'm 5'9" 155 brown hair, hazel eyes. Lean muscled because I work out and like the look. My third year in an all male private high school is great. It's not that I am huge; it's that I am fit, active and involved. At 16 life is great. I lived with my Dad and enjoyed everyday. Mr. Hardwood my teacher in Male Physiology works out. He is hot and handsome. Mr. Hardwood is having us do research on sperm consistency under various circumstances. Things like diet, exercise, and sleep. This assignment we are measuring sperm consistency in relation to diet; things like how much water you drink and what you eat. If you drink a lot of water, will the male produce more sperm? What consistency will it have? What will it look like; whiter or less. Stuff like that. I work with my Dad on these school assignments and he's always willing to rise to the need of supplying a sperm sample, when, and where I need it. The assignment from class was to have Dad document how much water he consumes over two 5-day periods each period being separated by a 3 day "rest" period, and then get the sperm samples to see if there is a difference in sperm production between the two 5-day periods. The first 5-day period Dad has to consume as no less than three 8 ounce glasses of water a day. During The second 5-day period he must consume more than 5 glasses per day. After each 5-day period I am to take a sperm sample. Using any and all stimulation techniques I have learned. Dad, due to his regularity at the gym did not find this difficult at all. For five consecutive days Dad drank an 8 ounce glass of water in the morning, one at lunch time, and two in the evening. More than three glass each day as required. The first two days Dad was doing really well, but later on the third day I knew something was up. After dinner, when Dad and I were in the garage working on the car he said, "Hey Brent when's the next sperm sample needed? It's been a few days hasn't it? Seems Mr. Hardwood might be expecting some research info, right?" "Yeah you're right it has been a few days, but the sample is not needed until the end of the fifth day. I know you can hold off that long, can't you?" "Yeah, I can. I was just wondering." Was what Dad said, but I could hear that note of disappointment. "You know Dad, as long as you don't cum, there's nothing wrong with building up a head of steam as they say. But you know it will only make things more difficult." I knew that I could edge Dad for a few hours before he came, but it seemed that doing so now, with out an orgasm for three more days was just mean. I rolled under the car to loosen the oil drain plug and thought that just a little edging can't hurt. And it might result in an even larger load along with all the water Dad had been drinking when I got the full sperm sample in a few more days. I pushed out from under the car, got off the roller and asked Dad to take a look at the drain plug. "Dad, can you take a look under there, I'm not sure if the plug threading is damaged or not." Dad got down on the roller and pushed himself under the car. As soon as he was down and under, with only his lower body showing, I placed my hand on his crotch and applied pressure. Dad spread his legs slightly but did not move. Since Dad was now on his back and under the car, I unzipped his pants, reached in and took hold of his cock, and as I did so a drop of precum oozed from his flaccid penis. This was not going to be about an orgasm however. It was gong to be about getting Dad hard for a little while, then backing off. I took Dad's flaccid cock in my hands and totally surrounded it. Warming it in the soft warm sheath of my hands. I could feel his cock pulse and swell. Each time his cock pulsed, I gently squeezed with my hands. Ultimately his cock was hard and throbbing. It took only a few minutes. "Oh Brent, feels good son." Was all he said. Laying there under the car his hard cock in my hands. I did not want to torture Dad too long, so I gently placed my lips around the head of his huge cock and swirled my tongue around the glans. Then moved down the length of his cock until the head touched the back of my throat. My tongue, lips and mouth all moving to bring pleasure to a hard throbbing cock. Dad moaned loudly. His body tensing and relaxing. I knew that if I kept this up, he's cum in record time. I moved off his cock, "Okay Dad, just needed to make sure everything works as advertised. In three more days I'll take a sample." Dad sighed, slid out from under the car, and has his raging hard cock went soft he put things away and zipped up his pants. We finished up in the garage and saying our good nights headed off to bed. Collecting the Sperm Sample after the Fifth Day By the end of the fifth day, Dad was hyper. No orgasm in 5 days, but with an edging session would drive any man wild. At the end of the day Dad came home from work with an energy and vibrancy that was inspiring. Sort of like a puppy that wants to play until it is exhausted. "How was your day Dad?" I said as he entered the kitchen were I was getting some dinner things ready. "Excellent. Productive and had a great workout at the gym too." He walked over to the oven and looked inside, "Roast chicken and veggies, nice, smells great." "Thanks Dad, it will be ready in about one hour, but here are some things to nibble on while we wait." "Dad can I have your numbers on how many glasses of water you consumed over this 5-day period, please". I wanted to get the paper work out of the way before collecting the sperm sample. "You bet, son. Here." Dad reached into his briefcase and handed me the sheet of paper listing the 5 days and the amount of water consumed each day. I noticed that Dad was already hard. It seemed that now was the best time to collect the sample. "Hey Dad, interested in supplying a sperm sample for my class work now?" His hard dick, running down his pant leg pulsed noticeably and he said, "Sure let's do this." "Be right back." I went to my bedroom and got the lube, vial, and a cock ring just to liven things up. Dad held off for 5 full days, his reward was in order. Coming back into the kitchen Dad was sitting at the dining table with his shirt unbuttoned, his shoes off, and his cock straining against his pants. "Sit up on the counter too Dad, It will be easier to get the sample" I told Dad. He got up and as he moved to the counter he undid his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. But held them up as he walked I met him at the counter and he jumped up that little bit and sat there with his shirt open, awesome chest showing, his feet dangling down and his pants open, showing his boxer shorts. Since his pants were open but not pulled down. I reached into his boxers through the front opening and gently worked his now ridged cock out through it. As Dad's hard cock emerged from the opening it pulsed and a huge drop of precum beaded up on the head. He was ripe for an orgasm. I also maneuvered Dad's balls out through the opening in the front of his boxers and now every part of his manhood was exposed to me and ready to give up its load to my manipulations. Knowing what to do with a huge drop of precum I placed my finger on the head of his cock and swirled the precum around the ridge of his glans. First swirling one way and then the other. Each time his cock pulsed a drop of precum appeared at the head of Dad's cock. After about two minutes, given Dad had a 5-day load built up, I knew his precum flow would be amazing. His orgasm would be even more monumental. Now using two fingers I swirled the flowing precum around his cock head. Then with plenty of precum to spare I move my hand down his shaft and began the man milking process. Dad placed his hands behind him, supporting himself on the counter, but not quit able to spread his legs wide apart due to his legs still being in his pants. And his cock and balls were in a sort-of cock ring, coming out only through the opening in the front of his boxers. As I stroked Dad's cock, its hardness in my hand felt incredible. "Oh Brent that's amazing, so good son." Dad's eyes were closed and his head was thrown back in pleasure. In an effort to increase Dad's pleasure and with the goal of producing a huge load of thick white cum, I placed my lips on the head of my Dad's firm cock and gently gave it a kiss. Then I slowly took the head into my mouth. Immediately I felt it throb and tasted a salty liquid flow onto my tongue. Dad moaned. While my tongue flicked his cock head, I took his balls in one hand and gently pulled and squeezed them. My tongue worked the cock head, my other hand gently stroked the thick shaft. Each movement of hands and mouth serving to increase the sensation and bringing Dad closer to the edge, the point were he would blow his load. "Brent sweet boy that's amazing. Yeah keep me on the edge please." Dad was begging for more, but also begging for sweet release. I know he could not hold out for long. I needed the sample of spunk, but the feeling of his cock in my mouth was amazing. But research is research so I stopped licking his cock head. Knowing I needed the sample in the vial, not my mouth. As I slowly moved my hand up Dad's cock shaft, feeling it throb and pulse, I also watched his balls, and looked at his face. Both gave me clues as to how close he was to an orgasm. His moans and sighs of pleasure were indicators too, but his balls told the real story. Adding a few drops of lube to the head of Dad's cock my hand moved swiftly up and down the shaft. Each up stroke allowed me to totally engulf the cock head with my hand. Each down stroke was focused and designed to stimulate the frenulum. "Ugh Brent, I'm close" Dad moaned. I noticed with the upstroke his balls pulled into his sack, relaxed and pulled in. My hand maintained its grip and its steady stroking motion along the shaft. Each stroke had Dad's balls pulling up. He face showed nothing but pure pleasure. I knew he was close, his breathing was fast, his legs were flexing and straining and his cock was a steel rod. "Brent I can't hold back any longer, stroke me son. Oh God I can't hold back any longer son..." And with that I attempted to place the collection vial at Dad's cock, but due to its straight up angle and the speed with which his orgasm hit all was lost. His pulsing cock sent one huge rope of sperm up into the air, landing on Dad's pant leg. A second burst of cum hit his firm chest, followed by two more pulses of white thick sperm that landed on his flat stomach. His cum was everywhere. Dad was panting hard and leaning back on his hands on the counter top. His legs were vibrating, his chest covered in gleaming sweat and drops of sperm. I did my best to collect what I could from various locations on Dad's body. He sat there and let me do my best. "Amazing son. That was just amazing, you are getting some of the sample, but not all. How can I make this up to you?" "Well first things first. Get cleaned up. Then we'll have dinner. We can give it a try afterward. No one will know." "Sounds good, I'll get cleaned up, and let's eat." Dad said. After dinner and doing the dishes. We were sitting watching some show on the television. Dad and I both in our house coats, totally relaxed. I thought to myself, it's sample time. And with that I slowly moved my hand under Dad's robe and felt the stirrings of his manhood as my hand began its skilled gentle movements along a quickly hardening cock shaft.