Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 14:01:29 -0400 From: J T Subject: ComeAlive Cum Collection Service (please post in Incest) Preston Barker was an impressive upstart in the world of Major League Baseball, working his way up through the minor leagues at an enviable pace. Not only was Preston impressive as a rookie, he seemed to gradually get better and better through his first season playing for the Kansas City Royals. Henderson was a decent sized town and had the distinction of being Preston's hometown. Preston was lucky among teammates to have his hometown within a 3- hour drive. This was much more than convenient; this was key to Preston's rise as a star on the team. Each Tuesday during the season, Preston's cousin Joe, a 19 year-old entrepreneur from Henderson would make the drive to Kansas City, carefully navigating his unassuming Ford F150 through the streets to Preston's condo. Sometimes Preston was home and Joe could get a big hug from his almost famous cousin. More often than not, he wasn't home. Joe would let himself in with a key and carry the medium-sized cooler to the kitchen. He'd open a cabinet and take a stack of 7 clean containers and lids and slip those into the cooler. Then he would carefully remove 7 full pint-sized containers from the cooler and place these on a shelf in the freezer toward the back. They stacked like white unmarked containers of ice cream. He knew there might be a container in the fridge as well, sometimes half full or almost empty but he wouldn't touch it. After this swap-out, Joe would head over to Preston's desk, covered with a number of trophies and a lot of paperwork. Preston would open a small drawer, remove a fat envelope inside a plastic freezer bag and drop the bundle into the cooler. He sometimes counted the cash first, but it was never a different amount, always $14,000 in $100's, at least during the season. Joe's company, now in it's third year, was called ComeAlive, Inc. Joe only had one customer, his cousin Preston, to which he supplied one pint of human cum each and every day starting a month before baseball season began through the All-Star game. Cum, from the clean strong men and teenage boys of Henderson, was the secret behind Preston's success. Joe assumed eating the local produce and meat from the farms created a clean but sticky cum load, Grade A in quality. Preston had been eating his own cum since he was 12 and knew it was the undetectable human growth hormone equivalent he could count on to stay strong and healthy through the season. But Preston had learned he needed a pint of cum each day to get the protein, minerals, and hormones he needed to keep the growth progressing. Back in Henderson, Joe's major job was to keep the cum flowing. Each day, Joe needed 473 cubic centimeters (cc's) of semen to make up a pint. Each day, the men and boys of Henderson needed to collect their cum in sterile containers and would, some daily, some weekly, drop by Joe's garage to swap the containers for cold hard cash. Joe would carefully scrutinize the cum, and for top quality paid $2/cc. Heavy cummers, the Grade A, like the men in the Russell family, could each earn between $300-400/week. Joe would carefully weight the supplied samples and write down the weight and price. Joe would check the color and consistency, ensure no hairs were in the final product (the males in Henderson should shave their balls if needed), slip a finger into each specimen container, and taste the cum. It should taste fresh, not old and not have a strong odor or flavor. If the men in Henderson drank the milk and avoided the foods listed in the Confidentiality Agreement, it was almost guaranteed to be quality cum. Joe kept a card on each of his 31 suppliers. Each card indicated the drop off frequency (from daily to weekly), usual per day amount, taste, typical consistency, smell, plus the supplier's size, whether oral assistance was needed, whether the supplier collected samples at home or dropped by the garage, and whether the supplier was part of a family collection. A few father/son combinations were in the supplier base. Joe was happy to help out a supplier orally, by expertly suckling the cock of his supplier until the important point in time. He would need to quickly pull off and put the container in place to capture the sample. No saliva could contaminate the sample, or it had to be discarded. Or swallowed, as in the case of the high-school linebacker who dropped by every few days. Joe paid the linebacker anyway each time, a perk of being the manager/owner of the company. Suppliers were encouraged, if their load got contaminated by saliva, to eat it; it seemed to increase their production amounts a bit. Joe himself was a heavy cummer, grade A supplier. Each supplier signed a Confidentiality Agreement, a very general agreement to tell no one, and no specifics appeared on the form. Only 35 or so males knew about the program, none of the females in town knew. And the suppliers had no idea what happened to their seed, much less any connection to Preston in Kansas City. The Confidentiality Agreement spelled out the rules. No medications can be taken other than vitamins. This made for a profitable business for a 19 year old kid. It sure beat mowing lawns and could net Joe up to $4500 per week. And Joe got to suck on at least 20 dicks a week. What a job! Times only got tough around flu season and allergy season when many suppliers were taking medications that made their cum loads taste like chemicals. Joe, his dad, his older brother and his two younger brothers would try to make up by increasing production, jacking off three or four times a day. To keep up the quantities, the boys would look at porn as much as possible to stay horny. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, Joe looked out the open garage door from his chair behind the table he used as a desk. The boys high-school track team was running down the street towards his house. A few of the guys signaled a hello to Joe by a wave of a hand and then kept on running. 5 members of the track team were on Joe's supplier list. The suppliers wore nylon shorts with no lining, allowing their dicks to flop and their balls to swing as they ran. Going commando allowed the junk to breathe; restricting genitals significantly reduced the production quantity. Joe's business had single-handedly created a demand for nylon shorts in town and walking through town was a pleasure for any crotch-watcher. Even non-suppliers started following form. As Joe watched the group jogging away, he estimated he had at least $500 in cum cooking in the balls of those boys right now. Joe admired his biceps in the mirror on the garage wall. Joe would close the garage door at night and used the area as his weight room. Joe was bulking up noticeably. Eating too much of the product (and his own.) Joe watched as Dennis Greene's truck pulled into Joe's driveway and up to the edge of the garage. Dennis climbed out like a clumsy oversized blond baby, his monstrous thighs a sight unto themselves. Joe could feel saliva drip inside of his mouth. "What's happenin', Joe", Dennis called as he lumbered into the garage, his legs far apart like a cowboys. "Not much, Dennis, just waiting for you to drop by, that's all" Joe said. Dennis came all the way up to the table Joe sat at, his shorts showing a log and two bumps prominently. He was clearly ready to submit the product. "Come on around, Dennis" Joe said waiving the high-school linebacker around the wall made of a folded ping-pong table and some plywood board. Dennis rounded the corner and no longer was visible from the street. He sat down in the comfortable chair Joe had in place, looked at the sample of porn magazines in a messy stack next to the chair, grabbed one with white guys and black chicks on it, and started leafing through it. "When are you heading back to Kansas City, Joe?" Dennis said. "I know you head over there every week it seems. I need some new boots bad and could use a ride to the Wal-Mart just this side." "Already been for this week, Dennis" Joe smiled. "But maybe you and I could make a special trip to the Wal-Mart, huh?" It was Dennis smiling now. Dennis held is place in the magazine with his left hand and grabbed his zipper with his right one. He lifted his big muscle ass up off the chair and pulled the zipper straight down, showing Joe a bush of dark blond hair Joe had seen many times before. "You ready, Dennis" Joe said? "Yup, sure am" Dennis responded. Joe put his big hands around Dennis' impressive balls and pulled them out of Dennis' shorts. Dennis' cock, a nice smooth uncut cock flopped out as well, hanging over Joe's fist of ball-sack. It was a beautiful piece of meat to behold on the 18 year old. Dennis leaned back and focused on the magazine and let Joe go to work. Joe took the head of Dennis' cock into his mouth and nursed it, suckling like a pig. Dennis quickly grew hard and the smooth skin moved easily up and down his dick as Joe glanced up at Dennis, never taking the cock from his mouth. Dennis was soon moaning, he tended to throw his head back when he came. Joe felt the muscle under the smooth skin stiffen and become rock hard, and Dennis said "bout to cum, Joe, right about now." On the word "now", Joe should have slid off the dick and put a container at the end of Dennis' cock, letting him spurt his seed into a cup. As seemed to happen far too often, Joe was a little slow to pull off, and ended up taking Dennis' seed in his mouth. Joe smiled to himself and swirled the warm load around before swallowing. "Damn Joe, you did it again!" Dennis said. `You swallowed it before I could get credit for it!" "Never mind that, Dennis" Joe said slowly rising from his knees, one at a time. "I can tell how much you gave me, like I told you last time. That was around 32 CC's, a huge load, Dennis. Nice job!" Joe opened his box, counted out $64 and handed it to Dennis who was trying to yank his stuck zipper up. Dennis smiled at the $64, grabbed it with his big fingers and shoved it into the pockets of his shorts forgetting the stuck zipper. "How bout we head to Kansas City on Sunday afternoon, Dennis?" Joe said. Dennis smiled, said "Yup, I'll come by after church" and climbed into his truck. Blond curly hair and pink sweaty flesh showed as his open zipper yawned, big Dennis completely unaware, as he climbed back into his truck.