Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 13:43:47 +1030 From: Jon Jay Subject: The Cocktail Authors Note: This fiction story describes m-m sex so if you are offended by such material or if you are too young to be reading it, try another site Feedback: Please let me know what you think of the story. Constructive criticism welcome since it will help me do better next time. THE COCKTAIL A few years ago, I had a job as a trainee assistant webmaster and programmer with a company out on the industrial estate. It was miles from home but it gave me lots of experience and the pay was good. I worked a five and a half day week, finishing at 1 pm on Saturdays. There was only one bar nearby and I made a habit of buying lunch there very Saturday after work. The food was plain but good value for money and being so far out of town it was quiet. It made no secret of the fact that it was a Gay Bar, something I realized the first time I marched in for lunch. Both barmen were dressed in see-through shirts and bulging skimpy underpants which left nothing to the imagination. It soon became a routine for me to call in at the bar at about 1.15 on a Saturday afternoon and order lunch, stay for a drink or two and leave by about 2.30. In short, I became a `regular' and, in time, was approached by a variety of men who wanted to have sex with me. In those days, I was unsure of my sexuality and thought of myself as having gay tendencies, maybe bi rather than being plain gay. Apart from being jerked off by an older guy in a largely deserted cinema (I liked it) and occasional oral sex (definitely nice) I had no experience of man-to-man sex before becoming a regular at the bar. Thanks to the occasional R rated video I knew all there was no know about gay sex - at least I thought I did until I met Chris. Over the months of regular Saturday visits to the bar, I got propositioned by several guys. Sometimes this resulted in a `quickie' in the toilet. Only once had I liked the looks of a guy sufficiently to agree to his suggestion that I accompany him back to his place. The sex had been good -- my first experience of taking it -- but the result had been gonorrhea. It taught me the lessons of engaging in safe sex and never judging a man by his good looks. I did both, had safe sex and judged a man by his looks and personality. I didn't see him come into the bar on that Saturday, my attention being focused on finishing a generous serving of beef-Stroganov. But I certainly noticed as he walked towards the table where I was sitting. He had a Good waste-line, one of those things I like, I suppose because it tends to show off a guys assets back and front. He certainly had some nice assets. I still remember thinking ... `an older guy, maybe early thirties or late twenties. Definitely not bad looking. He can suck me off any time.' He placed one of the two glasses he was holding in front of me. `The barman tells me you are Mike and that this is your poison. Lemon, lime and bitters,' `With a slug,' I added. For a minute he looked rather startled. `A slug of vodka,' I explained. He smiled and nodded. When he smiled, his whole face changed, giving him a distinctly boyish look. Maybe I was wrong about his age. I hoped I wasn't wrong about hoping that he wanted to have sex with me. He was wearing thongs, shorts which revealed nothing about what lay beneath them and a white polo shirt. `Nice biceps,' I thought, glancing at their shape. He sat down opposite me and sipped from his glass of coke and something. I finished my meal, raised the glass of drink he had bought me in salutation and took a refreshing mouthful. Nice way to finish a good meal, I thought. `I was wondering if you would like to come back to my place for sex?' he said. Nobody who had approached me before had been that direct and he took me by surprise. I thought about his suggestion for all of 2 seconds before grinning and telling him in what I hoped was an equally direct manner: `Sure. Do you want to fuck me or suck me?' He didn't look in the least bit surprised. `Well, neither,' he said. `I want to watch you cum.' I took another mouthful of my drink feeling relaxed but curious about his reply and feeling the instep of his foot move up and down against my leg. `You want me to jerk off until I shoot?' I asked, not feeling particularly enthused at the prospect, `or have you got something more interesting in mind to make me cum?' I asked. `Kind-of,' he said drinking from his glass and draining it. I did likewise, not caring who saw the slight bulge of growing arousal in my pants as I walked with him to the street door. We drove for about twenty minutes before coming to a block flats, driving into an underground car park, then taking the elevator to the fifth floor. He unlocked the door to his flat and I followed him into a short passageway which led direct into a comfortably furnished living room. A man with a towel wrapped around his waist was seated on a settee upholstered in black leather. He stood up as we entered, a look of surprise on his face. Slim, well formed pecs and strong looking arms. `Hmmm, nice' was my initial thought. In those circumstances I unabashedly size-up guys by what they are showing which I find sexually attractive. `Chris, you found someone!' he said looking at me. `And a very nice looking someone,' he added. To my surprise, he spoke with an American accent. `Mike, this is my partner, David,' he said introducing me. `Hi, David.' I shook his hand, a firm grasp. My eyes quickly wandered over his hairless torso -- nice abs -- and settled appreciatively on his face, noting his bluish green eyes. `Hi Mikey,' he replied still holding my hand. `Did Chris explain ...' `I asked Mike if he would like to come back here so I could watch him cum,' Chris said. `And here you are. Lovely. Bet you're full of juice' David said releasing my hand. `The bathroom is through there if you want to freshen-up,' Chris said pointing to a door. `I do feel a bit sleepy' I replied. OK if I take a shower? `Sure,' David said. `Towels are in there. And I might pop in to see you later,' he added. Chris told him he was incorrigible and gave me a gentle push towards the bathroom door. The walls were tiled. The toilet stand and wash basin gleamed their cleanliness and towels hung over rails near the shower cubicle. I stripped and sat on the toilet stand, patiently waiting until I had done my business before stepping into the shower cubicle. It was the largest cubicle I had ever seen, enclosed by glass walls, two of which were mirrored and reflected my body. `Not bad,' I thought looking at my slender build and a waistline which relative to my buttocks and shoulders was definitely narrow. I did not have all the muscles I would have liked but those I had looked OK. I might not have David's physique but what I did have was worth looking at. I turned on the single tap, adjusted the water for temperature and stepped into the jetting water. I soaped up, watching my body in the mirrored walls as I did so. It made me feel slightly horny as I began washing the suds away. I did not hear the door to the bathroom open but I did see the door to the shower cubicle slide open revealing David's shapely body. He was wearing nothing except a tan colored condom which gave me a fair idea that taking a shower was not his only interest as he stepped into the shower cubicle. Seven inches of latex covered erection grabbed my attention and my imagination. I had a good idea what it would feel like and I wanted it. We stood facing each other. I reached out and felt him nipples. They were hard and like his cock, firmly erect. David reached out for the fragrant bar of soap and when his hands were well covered, reached out for my cock and balls, watching my face as he soaped them, noting the expression of pleasure on my face as his slick fingers pulled down on my loose hanging balls. I moaned with the mixture of pain and pleasure this gave me. He turned me round until I was facing the mirror and I could see him flex slightly at the knees so that his erection was positioned above my anus. David got me in position, bent forward at the waist holding myself with both hands on the facing mirrored wall. I felt his member press against my anus then. With surprising smoothness, slide inside me. His right hand curled round and moved to the base of my cock, pulling the skin tight which make the head go shiny before relaxing his grip slightly. With his left hand he held me firmly around the waist so that my slick wet torso was pressed against him. Then he began slow pumping motions, thrusting his hips forward. We watched each other in the mirrored walls, each of us becoming more excited by what we were feeling, enhanced by the sight of our reflections. My cock had begun to stiffen as soon as the fingers of David's hand had curled round the base of its shaft, just above my balls and now it started to get much harder. With each thrust of his cock into me, his hand pulled back on the shaft of my erection, momentarily causing the skin of the head to tighten and this rapidly got me firmly erect. His penis seemed to penetrate just that little bit deeper with each thrust, sometimes sliding over my prostate, sending tremors of pleasure to my cock and my balls - my aching balls -- which were swinging back and fourth, though my ball sack was beginning to tighten. David seemed to be watching my balls as they began slowly rising to the underside of the rigid shaft of my erection. I could tell he liked what he saw and held in his hand -- eight inches of erection which, at least to me, felt rock hard -- and what he heard. What we both saw was his body thrusting against me with increasing force and tempo. He could not have failed to notice the engorged head of my cock or the string of clear sticky pre-cum which had begun dripping from the slit at its tip. My balls were no longer swinging loose but had moved to nestle on either side of the base of my shaft. He probably knew that I was enjoying the pleasure which the thrust of his cock was giving me from the sounds of enjoyment I was making. David released his grip on my erection so that he could hold my body more firmly, a hand on each of my hips while he thrust his cock more deeply into me. Again he hit that pleasure spot, making me moan with pleasure. He grunted in a deep uninhibited guttural way. I could tell from looking at him in the mirrored wall on my right that his climax was getting closer. His chest and belly muscles were bunched tight, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open. His rapid jerky thrusts suddenly stopped and he held me close, his cock pressed into me as far as he could make it go. I knew he had cum, shooting his load into the condom encasing his erection. In the mirrors I watched his right hand leave my hip, the long slender fingers stretching out. They moved to the underside of the head of my cock. I felt very close to cumming as I watched and felt his forefinger and thumb grip the thin, sensitive strip of skin connecting the underside of the head to the shaft of my erection. Slowly, carefully, he pulled back and forth on the skin, pulling the leaking head of my cock downwards, stretching it, bringing me ever closer to shooting. David's left hand moved to me chest, pinching one of my hyper sensitive nipples. I cried out with the sensations of pleasure this caused. He pulled my body upright and I watched through eyes closed to slits as he continued to manipulate the underside of my penis. `Cummming,' I moaned and a second later a white creamy stream jetted from the tip of my erection. David quickly moved his forefinger and thumb so that they encircled the ridge at the base of the head, where it joins the shaft. Simultaneously, he squeezed and pulled on the ridge. I felt my anus squeeze round his semi-erect penis. The sensations caused by his hand made me emit a loud `aaaaahhhhh' as another stream of spunk shot from me, followed by another. His hand continued to milk the head of my cock, the sensations of pleasure and pain caused me to groan loudly as yet more spunk squirted out and landed on the facing mirror. David milked me dry and my eyes moved from the reflection of his face with its look of triumph and pleasure, down to my dribbling penis. He bent his head closer. `How does that feel,' he whispered and nibbled at my ear. In response, my body gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure which I think gave him the reply he was seeking. I had never felt so completely spent. He had milked every last drop of spunk from my body. In the mirror, I watched David's fingers move over its splattered surface as he counted each of the squirts of spunk which had landed on it. `Five and half,' he told me. `Six,' I chided him. He turned my body round until I was facing him and we kissed, a long lingering kiss, his tongue probing deep inside my mouth, tasting me. I in turn explored his mouth with my tongue, liking what I found but quite unable to show it since he had so completely drained my cock and balls. We showered together, our hands on each others body, then he dried me and led me back to the lounge where I flopped down on the settee next to Chris who was now wearing a short, light blue towel. `I though you wanted to see me cum?' `Oh, I did,' said Chris. `Very impressive,' he added and picking up a TV remote control, pressed a button. The flat wall-screen opposite us sprang into life, showing me in glorious color, bent over and holding myself steady as David pushed his erection into me. He pressed another button and the screen divided -- the left side showing both of us in the shower, the right showing a close-up of my penis and what David's hand was doing to it until he coaxed it into squirting ribbon after ribbon of thick white spunk onto the mirror. `Five lovely shots of cream,' Chris said admiringly. `I bet you haven't done that before.' `Six,' I corrected him. `I didn't see any cameras in the shower.' `Five,' he said, `want to count them?' I shook my head. `And you weren't supposed to see the cameras. Miniature, high resolution, well disguised and activated when the shower's turned on,' he added. Technology I could understand and was impressed by it. Although surprised by the quality of the pictures -- and my performance -- I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the settee, feeling very tired. `Got anything left?' Chris asked, stroking one of my nipples. I shook my head. `I may never cum again,' I told him. `How long does it take you to re-charge?' he asked, gently fondling my balls which continued to ache in a dull, empty sort of way. `Usually an hour or so but after a session like that - longer, much longer, maybe a week!' `Not in half an hour from now?' I opened my eyes and looked at him to see if he was serious. He seemed to be. `I need to sleep,' I told him. `I couldn't stand up in the next half hour, let alone get hard.' `Want me to prove you wrong?' he asked. Before I could reply, David walked in holding a silver tray like a waiter, in the centre of which was a small solitary liqueur glass containing a bright pink liquid. `How about a nice reviving drink?' `What is it?' I asked. `Cum Again' he replied and, thinking he was asking me to repeat the question, I again asked what kind of drink it was. David grinned. `It's a cocktail called Cum Again. That's C U M not come'. `I haven't explained to Mike about the cocktail,' Chris said. `Will you or shall I?' `You explain, after all you discovered it'. Chris turned towards me, explaining that he was a research bio-chemist at the University, where he was engaged in exploring the workings of the endocrine system. Part of those studies had involved research into the way the brain sent signals to the gonads and other organs which resulted in the body producing sperm, seminal fluid and an increase in sexual desire. He had discovered genes in the brain responsible for this and how they worked. They were keys to the sending of hormone signals which resulted in those changes occurring and he had found ways of activating them when they were normally turned off. `For example, in your present condition, after vigorous sex, those genes will be activated in a way which turns on body systems which make your testes produce sperm and your prostate produce seminal fluid, eventually leading to an increased desire to have sex. They work slowly but surely though with gradually diminishing effect as you grow older. `Put simply,' he concluded, `I have discovered a way of speeding-up those effects by genetic stimulation. If you were to drink that,' he gestured at the glass, `in less than thirty minutes you would not only have an erection harder than anything you ever experienced, you would be leaking pre-cum and masturbating furiously or asking us to help you get your rocks off'. I don't pretend to have understood all that he told me and have only set out those things which I did understand and remember. The prospect of becoming a super-stud, even if only for a short period and experiencing what I assumed would be the delights of heightened and prolonged sexual pleasure had me intrigued. Instinctively I wanted to try it (OK. I admit it, my tongue was hanging out and I was panting for it) but I was also a bit scared about unwanted effects or possible dangers of drinking Cum Again. So I asked him about this. `I don't know exactly how it would effect you but I do know how it effected me and men in the 40-50 age group, but now I want to find out what its effects are on younger males, such as you,' he told me. `Will it have any harmful or lasting effects?' I asked. `No, not as far as I know -- and I have tried it more than once over the past year or so.' `Hmmm, he certainly has,' David confirmed, a look of satisfaction and a knowing smile on his face. `Made Chris a lot more active for months after he took it. Still is more active, aren't you Chris.' `Yes, that is true, though David seems to enjoy keeping me `serviced' if you know what I mean'. David grinned his infectious grin and I smiled back. `There is one other thing,' Chris added, `if you decide to help my research by drinking this `cocktail', I want to observe and record the effects it has on you. In fact, I want to film them so that I have an evidentiary record as part of my research. Does that present a problem?' he asked. I shook my head. If I drink it,' I gestured at the glass of Cum Again, `what will I feel?' `I don't know.' Chris said. `I can only describe the effects it had on me and say that I would think it likely to have very similar effects on you.' `The first time I took it, I had just ejaculated and had no urge to do so again, so I was feeling much as you are now. I took the medication and for five or six minutes felt nothing. I then developed a light perspiration and within ten minutes felt a slight discomfort in the testicles and prostate which soon dissipated and was replaced by lengthening of the penis. Within fifteen minutes it had become fully erect, even though it had not been externally stimulated. Within twenty minutes it was very hard and had started leaking seminal fluid and the need for ejaculation had become even stronger...' `And that is when I sucked him off and got one hell of a surprise,' David interjected. `I got more than a mouthful of spunk. He nearly drowned me in cum. Biggest load I ever had shot into my mouth.' He licked his lips in remembrance of an event which he had clearly enjoyed. `You're gonna feel the same kind of thing,' he assured me, then added `so we're going to have to tie you up.' Although I was feeling sleepy, that definitely got my attention. `Now hang on a minute,' I said. `It's not what you think,' Chris added quickly, `more a question of light restraint.' `Why?' I asked. `Two reasons: first, as I said, I want to film your reaction and I can only do that with any success if you stay in about the same position and secondly, I don't want you to masturbate in response to any increase in the need for sexual release which you are likely to feel. So, I would like to put cuffs on your wrists. They will prevent you from touching your body. But of course if you feel unhappy about it, you don't have to participate...' I looked at the liqueur glass, its tempting content and the promise of making one of my sexual fantasies a reality. The way I was feeling, I really didn't think it could make me feel in urgent need of cumming in twenty minutes. But then, I would never know if I never tried it and I might enjoy an increased sex life. David might even help in that regard. `What if it really makes me desperate to cum?' I asked. As I hoped, David said. `I can always help out.' `OK,' I agreed and reached for the glass. David whisked it away in a smooth movement. `First the wrist restraints,' he said. `In the next room where the cameras are set up to record everything,' Chris explained. Chris extended a hand and pulled me up from the settee. I followed him into a smaller room. Its walls and part of the floor were covered in black cloth. The room was lit by several high powered lights which were trained on a central spot between two thin ropes which hung from the ceiling. Each rope ended in a velcro cuff. I held out my arms and Chris attached a cuff to each of my wrists, then shortened them by pulling on them and tying them off so that my arms were held above and away from my body. `Is that comfortable?' he asked. I nodded, feeling a bit silly standing there naked and unable to scratch an itch. David approached holding the glass. `You are definitely going to enjoy this,' he assured me and held the glass of the Cum Again cocktail to my lips. I drank it all. It tasted slightly salty, cool and syrupy. Nothing happened. I watched as Chris looked into the screen of a camera mounted on a tripod, focusing its lens on me. David did the same with a second camera which he positioned a bit closer to me, its lens pointing at my groin. Can you spread your legs apart?' I did as he asked and felt my balls hang more freely. `That's fine,' he told me and bending down in front of me, he slipped velcro cuffs around each ankle. He tied them off. I could no longer move my legs which made me feel slightly apprehensive -- a feeling which was soon forgotten when Chris asked me how I felt. `Feeling good,' I assured him. `I see you've started sweating a bit,' David said. `You're going to start feeling horny soon.' `Not after what you did to me in the shower,' I told him and grinned at him. But he was right. Much to my surprise, I was beginning to feel something, just as Chris had described. A dull, not unpleasant ache was developing in my balls, not unlike that which I sometimes experienced when aroused by imagining what I would like a handsome guy to do to me sexually. I remembered what David had done to me in the shower, the way he had made me cum and the ache in my balls became more noticeable. I looked down and saw that although it was still soft, my cock was beginning to stir -- that nice feeling you get at the start of arousal. `How are you feeling?' Chris asked. `Better now. I think its beginning to work.' `Describe the way you feel,' `A bit horny. I can feel my balls moving. They ache a bit but it's a nice kind of ache. It feels good.' `How about your penis? How does it feel?' Chris queried. `Its getting bigger,' I told him, surprise in my voice as I realized that the shaft of my cock was no only swelling but, without sexy thoughts on my part, without even thinking about it, I was getting an erection. And with that realization, my cock began to get harder. When it is hard, I have an eight inch erection, something I am quite proud of and which David, bent over his camera, assured me was `very nice'. `Its gotten really hard,' I told him `and it feels like I have a nice load.' `Your leaking,' he said and I looked down, genuinely surprised to see that my cock had begun leaking pre-cum. Clear sticky fluid had begun seeping from the tip. It felt good but my balls were hurting more noticeably. In response, I tried to shift my position but with my ankles cuffed I could no do so. I looked down at what I told Chris felt like a `raging hard-on'. My cock felt rock hard and I began to feel those tantalizing feelings of pleasure in my anus, the kind that makes your ass cheeks tighten-up, that makes you strain to keep your eyes open. My eyes were now reducing to slits and my hips were thrust forward as I grasped the cords attached to my wrist cuffs, almost hanging from them. I could feel my arm and thigh muscles beginning to strain and get tighter. The feeling that I needed to, that I simply had to cum continued to grow, the ache in my balls became stronger. As it did so, the head of my cock became more swollen and started to tingle. The tingly sensation got stronger and I could feel spunk churning around somewhere at the base of my rock-hard erection. The sensations got slowly got stronger as did the urge, the need to cum. It was at this point that I completely lost any control and began crying out for relief. Eyes tightly closed, I threw back my head and shouted that I had `gotta cum'. The churning sensation at the base of my erect shaft increased and I felt it very slowly spread up the inside. I forced my eyes to open slightly and looked down at the head of my erection just in time to see a small white globule of spunk form in the slit at it head. As I watched and strained at my cuffs, the globule grew in size, the sensations increased and a small stream of spunk oozed from the slit. I strained harder and a ribbon of cream jetted from the head of my cock, followed a few seconds later by another. I was cumming without anyone touching me and it was difficult to tell whether the sensations were of pleasure or pain but they were so strong that I cried out for relief. Abandoning his camera, David moved to my side. He took hold of the shaft of my throbbing erection and started masturbating me with my own spunk as the lubricant. With long rapid strokes, he brought me to climax in less than a minute. This resulted in the biggest single stream of spunk I have ever produced jetting from the head of my penis and a few seconds later it was followed by several less powerful squirts of what felt like hot white cream. Now Chris responded by quickly moving towards me. His penis was so hard that it moved only slightly up and down. He quickly moved behind me, pushed the head of his erection between my buttocks, then pressing forward eased the head through my anus, a sensation which heightened the pleasurable sensations I was feeling. He began pumping into me. One of his thrusts caused the head of his penis to pass over my prostate. The feelings of pleasure made me call out a long drawn-out `yeeeaaaahhhh. Chris was pounding into me, one hand on my hip, the other holding my chest, pulling my body to him as he thrust back and forth with increasing urgency. Finally letting out a guttural cry of relief he reached his climax. At that moment, despite my own paroxysms, I was sure I felt the head of his cock swelling up inside me followed by the sensation of his penis pressing deep into me as it spasmed and forcefully spurted a stream of fluid. His hold on my body grew strong and insistent as his hot sex jerkily ejaculated into me. Each of his movements, added to the intensity of feeling I got from being jerked-off by David, until once more he had milked me dry. The touch of his fingers on the head of my slightly less rigid erection now became more painful rather than a pleasure and I jerked away from his touch, backing into Chris as he gave a final thrust. He moaned and momentarily held me it a crushing embrace before relaxing, releasing my body and after a further minute or so, withdrawing his softening cock. David quickly removed my cuffs and the three of us made our way to the bathroom where we washed each other in a very crowded shower. In the lounge, Chris gave me a cool beer and asked me a series of questions about what I had experienced and how I now felt. I described as best I could the experience of shooting spunk without coming into contact with another person and he nodded understandingly, no doubt remembering his own experience when it had happened to him. I don't know whether it was the on-going effect of the Cum Again cocktail or describing what had just happened to me but my penis, which had never softened completely, started to get hard again. What surprised me, particularly after what I had just been through, was that I was slowly but surely developing a feeling that I needed to cum again. On reflection, I think that this was at least in part caused by Chris. Seated next to me on the settee, he had his right arm around my shoulders and his long fingers were playing with my right nipple which was still quite sensitive. His manipulating fingers felt surprisingly good and quickly caused my nipple to grow in size then stiffen. My cock felt the same and when I spread my legs to give it more room, my knee pressed against David's thigh. He obviously felt that I was inviting his attention to the growing stiffness of my groin. The result was that he pulled my right thigh closer, stroking it gently but otherwise seemed content to watch the shaft of my lengthening penis gradually getting firmer. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I felt as though I had absolutely no control over the way it was growing. By the time I had finished my beer I was more or less fully erect and I suppose Chris saw this as an invitation to help me gain relief. With agility he slipped off the settee and was soon kneeling between by spread legs. He took hold of my erection at the bottom of the stiff shaft and waved it back and forth, trying with success to test its firmness. If anything, it got harder. Holding it vertically he pulled down on it, making its head tight, causing the skin to go shiny and start to tingle. I really did not think there was much more spunk left in me and certainly did not think I could cum again. But Chris seemed determined to prove me wrong. He obviously knew all the signs to look for and seemed well pleased with my reaction when he bent forward and with his warm moist tongue licked up the shaft. I reacted by moaning softly and spread my legs wider, as if inviting him to get closer, which he did. He pulled my stiffie down towards him and his tongue moved over the slit, then pushing it to the vertical again he licked at the underside of the head. I liked the sensations which this caused and let him know by firming my thigh muscles and stroking his crew-cut hair. There was nothing hurried or urgent in the way he licked and sucked around the ridge of my cock-head. I lay back enjoying the way his tongue and lips were teasing my penis and let my right hand stroke up and down David's back. He was now leaning over me, using his tongue on my nipples, licking then forcefully sucking one, then the other. Both men seemed determined to extract every last drop of man-juice from my body and seemed more convinced than I was that I had more to offer. It took both of them over twenty minutes of patient caressing and kissing before they succeeded in getting me to cum. My buttocks gradually tightened and the first and longest stream of spunk jetted into Chris mouth. Within less than a minute, he had sucked me dry and I gently pushed his head away, then watched him swallow everything in his mouth. It was nice, very nice and for the first time since drinking the cocktail, my penis had softened and I no longer felt that I had a load which urgently needed to be drained. `How was that?' Chris asked, as David went to get us more beer. I fondled his balls and kissed him but his penis did not respond. I guessed he had not had time to replace the load he had shot so forcefully into me half an hour ago. `Lovely,' I told him `but not so good as when you were pumping me. Ask David.' `Ask me what?' he said handing us cold beers. `I was just saying to Chris that being sucked off just now was lovely but when there is a hot cock pumping in and out of me, it feels even better.' I took a drink of beer and David nodded. `Yeah, I know. Makes the feeling stronger, makes you shoot longer and harder. You almost made me gag with that first blast of cream into my mouth,' he said recalling the way my spunk had shot into his mouth while Chris was pounding into me. Together they and the cocktail had given me a level of pleasure I had never experienced before. `Well,' said Chris playing with my limp cock, `between us we finally got it to sleep.' `Died from exhaustion,' I assured him. `Don't you believe it,' he told me, `by the time you get home, you will feel ready to cum again and when you cum, you're going to shoot a much bigger load than usual -- and its going to stay that way for quite some time.' He was right. Even to-day, when I cum I usually shoot a larger load than usual, which is something I am grateful for. It continues to give me pleasure watching the expression on the face of the guy I am fucking or who is sucking me off when I have saved up a good load and forcefully fill him with a lot more than he expected to get. And the pleasure of unloading an extra large load, feeling it moving inside me then rushing up the shaft, jetting out ... Aaaahhh, something else again.