Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 09:48:05 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Dr. Schmeckler's Statuary Ray, Part Two  by Jay Roberts   Gay Sci/Fi  Fantasy

As I sat there, polishing up the notes, the door pushed open and who should
come in, dear lovely Sean Walker of suspected sexual fame.

"The Doc. here?"

"No he's in Washington.  Can I help?"

"I got my report.  Will you see that he gets it.  I going to jet now."

"Wait!" I said, I have a proposition for you.

He narrowed his light brown eyes and beetled his full light brown eyebrows.
The effect was the kind of mean face he used when he faced the other team
before the play.

Sean was a contrast between his full pouty baby, fat cheeked face and his
full, muscular football boi's body.  I've seen him in the lockers.  He has
great full thighs that bring sighs.  His chest is baby smooth and broad as
a barn.  While he's only a modest six inches in the prick department, it's
fat and nice and sits atop a big plump ball sac.

"You talkin' queer stuff.  I done swing that way."

I purposely did not contradict him or tell him what I had heard from the
horses mouth.  Instead I told him about the $100 and Doc's test.  He got
all serious and said that he would do anything for the Doc, especially
because he has a grade pending.  "Besides I believe in science."

Who doesn't, I thought.

Then I told him that all he has to do is stand still in front of me and let
me shine this little ray on him.  I assured him that it wouldn't hurt.

As I stared at the little keyboard trying to remember which key to press,
Sean opened his mouth to say something when the hum sound and ring tune
began.  As he stood tall, his chest puffed out like a West Pointer, his
open mouth sexy.  He had nice full lips and a big tongue that at the floor
of his craw.  I like big tongues.  Big tongues are pleasure instrument.

Play time now!  I slid his college tee shirt over his head, mussing his
wave light brown hair and it feel over his forehead and made him look like
a ten year old..  But that chest, white marble, heavy muscles and pecs so
mighty that his tits were pushed down at the bottom of the swells.  I
rubbed his nubbies a little.  His eyes closed (in ecstasy?} Then I opened
his big cowboy belt buckle with the big skull on it.  It fell to the floor
with a loud bang.  Lucky it missed my bare toes sticking out of my slides.
Next came his shorts that fell to his broad ankles exposing those full
thighs and muscular calves.  Gee, his knee caps were bigger than any I ever
saw.

I pull off his cute red silk undies and let his big ball sac breath and I
sniffed it, delicious and sweaty.  His prick was hard and sticking up over
that ball sac.  It was circumcised and had a giant head.

His mouth was still open and he was drooling a little.  I pulled up a
wheeled desk chair and got behind him and easily bent his body over.  I
guess the muscles aren't locked and there is the same sort of flexibility
you might expect in a manakin.  When I sat down, his mouth was right at my
crotch.  I freed my cock and it rose to touch his lips.  He opened his
mouth and his room rug sized tongue came out and swiped and swirled around
my prick.  So much for "I don't play on that team."

I let him hum and slobber for awhile until it was getting to be more than a
human could stand without nutting.  I had other ideas for him.  I lifted
his big shoulder up and my prick slipped out of his mouth.  He continued
rolling his tongue in the air looking for my bone.  Poor thing.  I got up,
steered him around the chair to the Prof's desk and slowly bent him over
the desk until his ass was up in the air.  I pulled his arms to position
his elbows on the desk.  I stood back to admire my big footy boi in his
come-fuck-me pose.

Oh shit, I wish you could be standing where I am and see his big ass, big
but perfectly shaped.  I spread his cheeks.  There it was, perfectly
hairless and especially pretty because there was no dark skin around it,
all pink and lovely.  I noticed he was sighing at my handling of his ass.

"Soon big guy, I promise a happy ending to this test.

I moved forward and zoomed in like a rocket.  At that moment the ray wore
off and I heard him utter, "Oooofff."

I immediately got nervous that he'd turn around and began doing plastic
surgery on my face but believe it or not I heard him saying, with strangled
voice "Fuck me hard you fucking sissy.  You can do it"

Well this sissy took hold of Sean's waist for balance and began fast
fucking him.  He howled and grunted like a pig in mud.  As for me, I must
have been the one making the high pitched moaning sounds.  Then he got his
voice back, "I'm cuming you lousy fucker."

I don't know what he was so mad about.  Maybe he had hoped to hold on for
longer and my heavy treatment cancelled his attempted control.  In any
event Sean was a boi who really orgasmed in joke way.  His body began to
vibrate and he began a primative series of grunts that originated in the
Stone Age.  Then he began fuck motions, rubbing his fevered cock on the
surface of the desk.  Then the ejaculation began and it carried me with it.
His whole ass area clamped and opened and his anus grabbed my cock and then
released it in a steady rhythm.  I tried, but his actions triggered my cum
and I fell over his broad, sweaty back, discharging my load and crying out
helplessly.

Finally the two of us coasted back to Earth.  He stared at me with wonder.
"That was the first time I was ever topped."

"What do you think of it?"

He began dressing.  "It's different."

What enthusiasm I thought.  I know he must have been impressed with my sex
work here.  I got him off, maybe better than he ever did before.  You'd
think he'd show a little friendliness.  But no, now compltely dressed, he
appeared to be about to leave.

I held out the $100 dollar bill.

His face clouded up into the killer look.  "You paying me for sex?  You
think I'm a whore or something?"

His big fists were clenched.  He came closer.  "No Sean, this is for your
contribution to science."

His face softened.  This boy was easy to convince.  A bit of a dope, no?
He took the money and left.

I needed a third experiment.  I decided to take a rest and lay down on the
couch that the Doc used to nap on when he worked late.  I feel asleep and
be the clock, didn't wake up untl it was getting toward evening.  What woke
me was knocking on the outside door.

I stood up and walked shakily, still half asleep and flung it open.  There
stood Bobby, grinning like a school boy, and behind him, Sean, looking
meanly at me.

End Part Two