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Please go here and make your donation today: http://donate.nifty.org/ Chapter 16 "We are confident that your donors will respond positively to your offer of "handsfree cums". This should keep them bought into the pretty grueling daily harvesting schedule you have imposed on them." I am in my room. I just received a very unexpected message from the Small No More team, and I am stunned and speechless. It turns out that the way I have been consuming the Human Growth Hormone is bad. Really bad. My use of mixers has been proven to have a negative effect on the amount of Human Growth Hormone that my body can absorb. The Small No More team's new recommendation is that I consume the fully matured ejaculate without using mixers. I am trying to process this new information. I have been maturing Travis and Taylor for the past four days with my mouth, but I have not let them cum inside my mouth. Every orgasm has been caught in a cup, and I have consumed their sperm by myself in the kitchen. Most of the time, I have mixed their ejaculate with flavored yogurt, although a few times, when we ran out, I mixed their jizz with a protein drink. The kitchen ritual has afforded me some privacy. Also, it has made the actual ingesting of the human growth hormone feel a bit more "clinical." The thought of having them blow their loads directly in my mouth makes me feel even more like a sex toy or, worse, a porn star. I re-read parts of the message. The Small No More team goes into detail about how I might gradually get myself used to the taste of cum. Weirdly, I am not all that worried about that aspect. I have already tasted their precum, which tasted more neutral than anything. Both of them are pretty health-obsessed. They eat healthy, and they stay super hydrated. They shower twice a day. I really don't think their jizz will taste all that different from their precum. I do fear that this will make the whole thing feel even more sexual. Both of them have already started a fair amount of dirty talking, calling me names like "bitch" and "cock slut." Also, Taylor seems to have this need to smack my ass. According to him, he is an ass-man, and my bubble butt apparently reminds him of the ass of a hot girl. He has explained to me that checking out my ass makes him feel like it's a girl blowing him, not a dude. I can appreciate liking a hot ass. Weirdly, I am kind of "honored" by the compliment. The problem is him smacking my ass without my consent or encouragement. I obviously cannot stop him from checking out my ass, and if doing that makes his dick harder and blow a larger load, that's a "win-win." Lord knows I need his loads. I need to have a conversation with him about the smacking. I never consented to that. Being called a "whore" is unpleasant. Being called a "whore" while getting your ass smacked while you are sucking the dick of the person who is doing the smacking is simply unacceptable. I pinch my micro inside my shorts. It's hard. Rock hard. It's the weirdest thing. Ever since this whole thing started with Travis and Taylor, my tiny dicklet has been at full mast, if you can call it that. Every time I touch myself or think of my little sausage, it swells to its full three inches. I realize I want to rub one out before heading downstairs. I tried jacking off yesterday after blowing the guys, and I found myself thinking of their dicks while jacking. NOT the images I want when I am trying to get off. I still got myself off despite those images, but I ended up really having to work at unseeing those enormous cocks dangling in front of my face. I lower my pants, grab a couple of tissues, and start stroking. I imagine my dick is all grown. Six whole inches, I hope. I close my eyes and imagine me stroking my long, thick cock. In less than a minute, I blow my usual tiny load. I say "tiny" in comparison to Travis and Taylor. Their loads are enormous. Probably five or six times my typical amount. I decide to take a quick rinse before heading downstairs. I undress and head to the bathroom. I check myself out in the mirror before I jump under the shower. I've been working out with Travis and Taylor in the past weeks. I can already see some results from these workouts. I notice more definition in my chest, arms, and shoulders. And with the emphasis they place on the importance of "never skipping leg day," it is impossible not to notice my butt. It is popping. It's phat. In fact, my butt is the only "phat" body part I have. It's a big contrast with the rest of my body, which is muscular and lean. I must admit that Taylor is right when he calls himself an ass-expert. I have an official bubble butt. I just need to find a way to get Taylor focused on girl booties again. His obsession with my "junk in the trunk" needs to end. I hop out of the shower a few minutes later and think about the decision I need to make. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I have already decided to go "cold turkey" as far as using mixers goes. It's a no-brainer. The research shows that ditching mixers increases the effectiveness of an average load by 30%. I have to grow my micro, and I need to do it before I am too old for this Human Growth Hormone strategy. The part that I am struggling with is how to tell Travis and Taylor. I cannot allow them to use this news as yet another opportunity to make the harvesting process into a porn scene. I decided to bite the bullet and head downstairs. I hope I can get Travis by himself for a few minutes. He always seems more thoughtful when Taylor is not around. The two of them as a pair are difficult to reason with. I seem to be in luck. I find Travis by himself in the kitchen. I know Taylor is here, but I guess he is otherwise occupied. Tavis seems to be in an especially good mood. He smiles his big, charming Travis smile at me as he sees me approach. "Hey there, Joshie. How is it hanging today?" Ugh. If he only knew. My dicklet is way too small to be hanging. It just sits. It does not hang. I decide to get to the point right away. I don't know how long I have Travis all to myself. "Hey Travis. I am fine. Do you have a few minutes to talk?" Travis turns towards me and gives me the full eye contact and body posture that he does when he wants to show you he is all ears. He has that gift. He can make you feel like you are the only person in the world he cares about. "Sure thing. What's on your mind lil dude?" Ugh. So humiliating. He and Taylor exclusively call each other dude. I know I am way shorter than they are, but I am only a year younger, and "lil dude" is not an appropriate name for me. I decide to ignore the small insult and push forward. "I got some more news from that group I am working with that I wanted to discuss with you. They have discovered some new things about the whole Human Growth Hormone harvesting that seem to apply to me." Travis is all ears. He is listening to me with an intensity that suggests this is the last and only thing he will ever care about. I continue. I try to choose the right words. "They found out that, hmmm, the way I have been consuming the Human Growth Hormone that I harvest from you and Taylor is, well, less than optimal." Travis jumps in, apparently trying to be helpful. "Are you referring to the fact that you have been mixing our jizz with yogurt and protein shakes?" I nod. "Yeah, they are now saying that using a mixer can degrade the quality of the Human Growth Hormone deposit. This would obviously mean less benefit for me. They cited a study that found that even prolonged exposure to Oxygen could degrade the Human Growth Hormone. In other words, I really need to consume what I harvest from you guys as soon as possible." Travis nods thoughtfully. I am glad I have him one-on-one for a bit. He responds, asking the only relevant question that is on the table at this point. "So tell me squirt, what does that mean for the harvesting process?" Ugh, he is going to make me say it. He knows we are both thinking the same thing. It can obviously mean one thing and one thing only. It means you are going to blow our load directly into my mouth, Travis. Just what you have been hoping for. I notice Travis briefly moving his hand down towards his crotch. He is adjusting his dick. WTF. Does it literally give him a boner when I am sitting here squirming and suffering? I take a deep breath. "So yeah, the advice of the Small No More team is for me to, you know, basically, hmmm." Shit. I can't even say it. Travis steps in. He is unexpectedly helpful. "I think what you are trying to say is that you are going to want us to blow our loads directly into your mouth. I nod. I feel relieved and petrified at the same time. I am glad he said what needed to be said. At the same time, it feels like I am descending to an even deeper level of sexual service. I am already providing daily blowjobs to completion to both of them. Now I am encouraging them to blow their loads directly inside my mouth. I hope this is going to help me reach my growth goals. I cannot imagine how I will feel if I blow these guys for weeks or probably months and end up not seeing any changes in my wiener. Travis continues. "Well, I really don't think this changes a lot. I mean, we have already gotten used to you servicing us daily. For me, there is not that much of a difference between cumming into a cup or cumming into your mouth. I mean, honestly, it's going to save you time." Yes, Travis, let's focus on the positive. The headline is obviously not "Josh now guzzles cum directly from your huge cock." According to Travis, the headline here is "Josh saves at least thirty seconds by not walking to the kitchen and opening a container of yogurt." I nod. I don't want to send a wrong signal by disagreeing. Travis speaks up again. "The other thing that I think will make this relatively easy for you is that Taylor and I eat pretty healthy and stay super hydrated because of our working out goals. I have heard that the taste of cum has a lot to do with the diet of the person that is cumming, and whether that person is well-hydrated." OMG. Wait for it. Give him a few more minutes, and he is going to argue that his cum will taste better than yogurt or protein drinks. He goes on. "I mean, I obviously don't speak from experience here. I cannot say that I have ever had the pleasure of swallowing a load of jizz. That said, and this may just be locker room talk, I have heard more than once that the taste of jizz has a lot to do with the diet of the person blowing their loads, so from that perspective, it seems like you are in good shape with us." Ugh. Of course, you have never had the "pleasure" of slurping up an enormous load of cum. Why would a God-like person like you stoop that low? I notice my right hand balling into a fist. I wanna smack him right now. Fucking self-righteous asshole. I don't hit him. I praise him. I have to. There is no option B or C here. I am 100% dependent on him and his ass-smacking best friend. Their jizz is my only chance of growing an actual dick instead of a miniature model version of one. I respond calmly. "Yeah, I agree. You and Taylor are the best donors I could have hoped for." I don't want to hit Travis anymore. I want to hit myself. In the nuts. Hard. I cannot believe how low I am stooping for this asshole. I want to continue speaking, but I am unsure of what to say. Luckily, or not so luckily, Travis speaks up. "Let me know whether you wanna give this a shot. I haven't cum today. I am available for our daily harvesting session if you are." It's the most logical thing to say. I cannot even fault him for it. Cocksucker says he needs to swallow cum. Without exposing it to oxygen and without mixing it with anything. Jizz-provider says cool. Let's do this. Now. I nod in agreement. Travis heads to the couch. Maturation station. A large towel, still there from yesterday, is waiting for him. Travis prefers to sit down on a large towel instead of sitting bare-assed on the couch, and now that we are in this daily routine, we often leave the towel there and use it a few days in a row. He takes off his shorts and sits down on the towel. I wait for him to direct me to my spot. Travis goes back and forth between where he wants me to be when I blow him. Sometimes, he wants me on the floor in front of him. Sometimes, he wants me to be on the couch on his side, blowing him sideways. He taps on the couch to his right. Why use words when you can direct your sex toy with a quick tap? Must be nice to have a little cocksucker pet like me. I obediently take my spot on the couch next to him. Travis grabs his dick and gets it hard in a few strokes. He pulls up the timer on his phone and sets it to twenty minutes. The optimal maturation time. It's crazy how routine this whole thing has become in just a few days. We are a well-oiled Human Growth Hormone harvesting machine. I adjust my position next to him, lean forward, open my mouth, and take his cock inside me. The taste, smell, width, and texture of his cock are familiar to me at this point. Travis is thicker than Taylor. I prefer his cock over Taylor's. With Taylor, my mouth has to work much harder to provide the right amount of pressure. Taylor's cock also makes me gag more. His dick is not curved as much as Travis's, and the head of it hits my throat at a spot that makes me gag easier. Also, I am pretty sure he moves his pelvis and makes me gag on purpose sometimes. I think he likes it when I gag. I start sucking. Travis is on his phone. I assume he is pulling up some of his favorite porn. He tends to go for girl-on-girl stuff, which obviously makes my micro hard. Not ideal. No straight person wants to be rock-hard while blowing a dude. To my surprise, no porn sounds emerge. I focus on the job at hand. I bop up and down, finding a steady rhythm and hoping for time to pass quickly. About two minutes in, I hear steps behind me. Taylor's familiar voice speaks up. "Oh, hey guys. I was wondering when we were going to make our donations today. Looks like you guys were thinking the same thing." I continue sucking. Travis answers. "Hey dude. We just started, and I am glad you are here. Josh has decided he is going to swallow our jizz right from our cocks, instead of the whole "catch my load in a cup" routine." Taylor responds in apparent disbelief. "No way! What made you decide this, Joshie?" I stop moving for a second. Is Taylor expecting me to interrupt the blowjob I am giving? Travis has made it clear in the past that he really dislikes it when I interrupt the flow of the sucking action. He says his dick is sensitive to changes in temperature, and when I am giving him a nice, wet, warm, sloppy blowjob, he wants my mouth to stay on his cock for the full duration. I hesitantly start moving my head up to answer Taylor, but immediately feel Travis's hand on the back of my head. Not overly forceful. More of a "guiding" pressure. Travis doesn't need to use force. He knows that I know my place. He answers Taylor's question. "Josh learned some new facts about Human Growth Hormone harvesting. Apparently, research is showing that exposing our jizz to oxygen or to "foreign agents" such as yogurt reduces the quality of the donation." I see Taylor from the corner of my eye as my face descends into Travis's pubes. He is nodding thoughtfully. He responds to Travis. "Hmm, I wonder whether it's like peeling an apple and leaving it out on the counter. It gets brown quickly. I guess it's a similar thing with our jizz." I don't know why Taylor is putting the image of biting into an apple into my head as I am sucking on this massive dick. As he and Travis know, the whole point of getting your dick sucked is making sure you never feel teeth. I don't think Travis would appreciate me biting down on his tool right now. Taylor continues. He is talking to Travis. "Well, I was going to bring up something with Joshie. I guess I'll come back in a bit, once you and him are finished." I wonder what's on his mind. Apparently, Travis is curious as well. "I don't think you need to wait. You can talk to Josh right now. I am sure we can figure out a way for him to answer without stopping the maturation process." These guys are getting weirder by the day. I wonder what Taylor needs to discuss with me so urgently. Taylor responds. "Oh, ok, cool. Yeah, I am sure we can figure out a way for him to at least answer "yes" and "no" and stuff." I assume Travis agrees with a nod. Taylor continues talking. "So, I have been meaning to bring this up. I am not saying anyone has done anything wrong, but the whole cock sucking thing has started to feel a little gay to me. I mean, Joshie, I don't want you to take this the wrong way at all, but, you know, you're a dude that's sucking a dude. And, you know, it feels great. I mean, you're really, really good at it, but I don't know, it's messing with my head a bit." I have no idea where Taylor is going with this. I am pretty sure he knew I was a dude the first time we laid this whole thing out. Also, I can confidently say he has been enjoying my oral service. A lot. He cums hard every time I blow him. Apparently, Travis is as surprised as I am. He speaks up. "What are you saying dude? You don't want Joshie harvesting your jizz anymore?" Taylor responds reassuringly. "Hell no. I just thought of an easy tweak that we can make that will trick my brain into thinking I am with a chick instead of a dude." Travis responds. He sounds relieved but also a bit annoyed. "Ok, what is your solution?" Taylor hesitates for a few seconds. I am unsure whether he is genuinely struggling to find the right words or enjoys having Travis and me hang onto his every word like we obviously are. He finally speaks up. "So, you know that I am an Ass Man, right? I mean, I love boobs and pussy, I love it all, but my favorite part of a chick's body is her ass." Yes, Taylor, we know. It is impossible not to know because you remind us about this apparently incredibly important fact daily. Travis responds. "Yeah dude, we know. And everyone who has ever met you knows as well cuz you talk about it every day, dude." While I fully agree with Travis's answer, I don't love how entitled he feels speaking on my behalf. He shifts his weight on the couch slightly, managing the angle at which my mouth is meeting his enormous tool. I notice a tiny bit of precum coming out of the slit of his dickhead. I use my tongue to lap it up and quickly swallow it. As before, his precum really doesn't have much of a flavor to it. I hope his load will taste as "neutral" as his precum. Taylor grins. "I know. I don't hide my love for the booty." That's an understatement. He goes on. "Anyway, I have thought of an easy way we can use my love of ass to help me forget that I am getting serviced by a dude." I have no idea where Taylor is going with this, but my gut tells me that this will not be as easy as he makes it sound. Travis is skeptical as well. He sounds annoyed when he speaks up. "And what is this new strategy you have thought of?" I notice Taylor's facial expression from the corner of my eye. He seems genuinely excited to do the big reveal. I notice he grabs something from his pocket. It looks like a small piece of cloth. He takes a step towards me and dangles it next to me. He wants me to look at it while continuing to suck Travis's dick. He speaks up. "Joshie, do you own any jockstraps?" My mouth is all the way down on Travis's shaft as he says this. I pause my movement back up his shaft. His question has literally stunned me. You could have given me one hundred guesses about Taylor's ass plan, and I would not have guessed "jockstrap" was going to be the next word out of his mouth. Apparently, Travis is happy about my decision to keep his cock engulfed inside my mouth and throat. I notice him moving his hips up slightly, pushing his dickhead inside my throat a tiny bit further. He moans softly. I tentatively resume moving my mouth up and down Travis's dick. I am unsure whether I should answer Taylor's question. I hear Travis speak up. "Joshie, go ahead and keep sucking. I am going to give you a way to answer Taylor's question without taking your mouth from my cock." Ugh, this is becoming more insane by the second. "I will give you a code to answer "yes" and one to answer "no" during maturing. We will keep it simple. If you wanna answer "yes," you bop your head up and down my cock two times in quick succession." Travis gently takes hold of my head with both hands and guides it up and down his cock twice. Not a full descend into his pubes. More of a quick, two-inch bop. "OK, so let's try out a "yes" question. Did you hear Taylor ask you a question about owning a specific piece of clothing?" I hesitate. This is humiliating and unnecessary. There is no reason for me to answer this question as I am mid-blowjob with Travis. I start lifting my head up from Travis's cock to protest but stop mid-shaft. Is this worth pissing Travis off over? I obediently give his cock two bops. Travis continues the lesson in dick-communication. "Perfect. Now, when you want to answer "no" to a question, instead of moving up and down quickly, move all the way down on my cock, and pause for about three full seconds." I don't want to go along with this, but I don't have a choice. Travis has told me more than once that he really hates it when I take a break from sucking his dick mid-blowjob. This cock-whispering approach makes perfect sense for his needs. The fact that this is super humiliating and awkward for me is of no concern to him. He continues. "Ok, so for example, let me ask you this. Are you currently sucking Taylor?" I obediently slide all the way down his cock. Travis starts counting the moment my face buries itself inside his pubes. "One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand." I notice him moving his hips as he is counting. He really gets off on me taking his cock all the way in. He's shifting his hips slightly from side to side, allowing his dick to explore the inside of my throat. I keep my head in the requested position for the full three seconds. I hope Taylor is not going to adopt this communication strategy. His dick makes me gag when I am all the way down on it. Travis speaks up, apparently very pleased with the results. "Perfect, I think we are all on the same page here. This will be a great way for us to have two-way communication when you are maturing our loads to completion." I would not call this "great," and calling this "communication" seems like a bit of a reach. It's more humiliation than communication. I am clearly in the minority with this opinion. Taylor speaks up enthusiastically. "Dude, this is brilliant. This will help us a lot." No, this will not help. This will formalize an extreme approach to dicksucking that I am 100% NOT on board with. I need to protest this right now. If I go along with this today, it will be baked in for the long term. I decide to take the risk and start raising up. As I slide up on Travis's cock and get to the tip, I feel Travis's hand on the back of my head. Is this guy a mind reader? I pause my movement. Travis is not pushing down hard. I am certain I can add some force and break free from his cock. There's something that's making me pause. It's fear. The eternal fear of pissing him off and losing the best shot I have at a few inches of nonsurgical penis enlargement. Travis speaks up. "Hey there, squirt. I noticed you coming all the way up. Was there something you wanted to talk about?" I hesitate. He is asking me a "yes/no" question. Is he expecting me to answer him the way he just rolled out? This is so messed up. I am sliding all the way up because I don't want to communicate with him that way. I glance sideways. Taylor is looking at me expectantly. He is clearly ready for me to answer the question. With a cock-slide, I assume. I notice Travis's hand pushing down on my head with a little bit more force. His message is clear. He wants an answer. And he wants me to use my mouth, not my voice. I decide to comply. For now at least. I cannot risk irritating them, especially not on the day I have rolled out my new "purified" harvesting approach. Especially not mid-blowjob. I will need to find a time later today or tomorrow to address this. I surrender. I take a breath and calmly lower my mouth all the way down Travis's cock. When I get down, I keep my head in position as previously ordered. I count the three seconds in my head. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand. Nothing to discuss. Taylor literally applauds my non-movement once I resume moving up and down. He claps and hoots enthusiastically. "Dude, this is fantastic. How did we not think of this earlier?" I don't hear Travis respond. I assume he is doing his signature Travis grin. Confident with a large side of cocky. Someone who knows he is hot and charming. Someone who knows he can get away with just about anything. Taylor goes on. "OK, Joshie, so here is my question once more. Do you currently own a jockstrap?" I instinctively shake my head "no" while keeping Travis's cock lodged firmly inside my mouth. As soon as I do, I realize I am not following Travis's instructions. I quickly sink all the way down on his cock, planting my face in his pubes. I wait patiently. Three seconds, maybe even more. Taylor continues enthusiastically. "No worries, dude. I have just the pair for you. I have a bunch of jocks that I wore way back in middle school. I am pretty sure they will fit you perfectly." I am not sure that I want to wear Taylor's "hand-me-down" jockstraps. Let me rephrase that. I am absolutely not going to wear Taylor's used jockstraps. Or any jockstraps. Travis speaks up. "Dude, you need to help Joshie and me understand where you are going with this. How is it that Josh servicing you while wearing a jockstrap is going to make this feel less gay?" Taylor responds immediately. "OK, Joshie, you know how both Travis and I have commented on your perfect form when you have been working out with us, right?" I am pretty sure he is referring to all the squats I have been doing in their presence, and yes, both have commented on my excellent form, and my strong core strength, and my fantastic booty strength. Taylor pauses, and I realize he meant this as an actual "yes/no" question. I quickly move my head up and down Travis's shaft two times. I hear Travis moan softly. He speaks up before Taylor can go on. "Joshie, when you answer yes, come back up on my cock a bit more, like all the way up to the head. That way, we have a bit more of a contrast between a "yes" and a "no" answer." Ugh. This is so stupid. Travis speaks up again. "Just to test it real quick. Joshie, do you agree with answering "yes" by moving your mouth all the way up to my dickhead?" I obediently slide up his cock. Once I get all the way up to his dickhead make two quick short slides up and down it. I feel his cock respond with a jolt. He is clearly getting off on this big time. I force myself to focus my attention away from Travis's pleasure and toward the benefit I stand to receive from this awfulness. Once I get the growth benefits of this, it will all have been worth it. Taylor continues. "OK, cool, that's a "yes" answer, so we all agree that Joshie has a round bubble booty thanks to all the squatting and working out." This stupid shaft-sign-language needs to stop. It leads to poor communication. I never agreed to having a "round bubble booty", I agreed to having good form while doing squats. I realize he is pausing again. Travis speaks up. "Yeah, we are in agreement about that, right Joshie?" This is bullshit. That wasn't even a question. I move my head up reluctantly and give Travis's cockhead two quick slides. I am agreeing to something I completely disagree with, but I don't have a choice. I feel Travis's cock respond again. His dick shivers when I massage the head of it with my mouth and tongue. Either his dickhead is super sensitive, or he is getting off on the power he feels over me right now with this bullshit communication game. Or maybe both. I wonder whether all of this is getting him close to cumming. I feel a sense of panic. We discussed me swallowing his cum without the whole catch-the-load-in-a-cup thing, but we didn't discuss how the actual orgasm would take place. Will he give me a warning? Will he just start blowing jizz unannounced? I am in a terrible position to catch his cum. Travis is sitting down, and I am on my hands and knees, face down. If he were to orgasm right now, any cum I am not able to swallow right away would drip down his shaft and land on the towel. Taylor starts talking again. I feel like he has been talking for hours and has made two points. All this cock sucking is kinda gay, and it's going to be less gay if I am wearing a jock strap. "So, my theory is that if Joshie here is wearing a jock and puts his perfect bubble butt on display, I can focus my attention on his booty, and easily trick my mind into thinking this is a chick that's blowing me instead of a dude." This is bullshit. I don't care about pissing Travis off. I need to stop this right here, right now. I start moving my head up, but Travis is reading my mind again. As my mouth gets to his dickhead, I notice his hand at the back of my head. Travis chimes in. "Dude, I have to give it to you. I think you are making an excellent point here. The truth is that Josh's boy butt looks more like a girl butt because it is so perfectly round and bubbly. I think the jockstrap strategy will help you not feel like this daily suck-fest is becoming super-gay." Wow, here I thought Travis sounded skeptical a few minutes ago. Not anymore. He is firmly on Team Jockstrap, aka, my ass-out, blowing in the wind. I think it's turning him on because he is starting to move his hips up and down, perfectly meeting the rhythm of my mouth stroking his shaft. As upsetting as this jockstrap idea is, I cannot help but notice a bit of pride. These two guys are as built and ripped as they come, and here they are, heaping praise on my muscle-ass. I am horrified by this stupid idea of dressing me in a jockstrap, and while I have no intention of going along with it, I must admit that I am a bit flattered by the proposal. I notice Travis's hands on the side of my head, momentarily halting my movement. He speeds up his hip movements. His cock is having its way with my mouth. Is he about to shoot his jizz inside me? I feel unprepared and nervous. After about thirty or forty quick strokes, he settles back on the couch and removes his hands. I resume sucking. I guess that was just a little interlude. I notice several drops of precum. I think he is actively delaying cumming right now. Taylor resumes talking. I notice him grabbing a small piece of cloth from his pocket. He puts it on the coffee table. "Cool, looks like we are all on the same page. I am going to jump on the treadmill while you guys finish up here. Joshie, once you are done with Travis, please change into this jock. When you are ready to go, just come get me in the gym." I will come to the gym, but I am not going to be wearing your stupid loin cloth. Taylor leans forward. "Cool?" Tell him no. Answer NO! Don't give in now. I move my head up to Travis's cockhead and obediently give the two quick slides. Taylor is elated. "Awesome dude. This is going to be fucking great." He gives me a thumbs-up as he walks away. I want to lift my head up and shout, "We are not going to do this," at him, but I don't. I feel Travis's hands on the sides of my head again. He starts driving his cock in and out of my mouth like his life depends on it. Shit, he is going to blow! Apparently, this is another false alarm. After about thirty seconds, he again sits down and signals for me to resume sucking. I wish I could remove my mouth from his cock for a minute. Not knowing when and how he is going to finish is torturous. Travis speaks up. He sounds a bit more hoarse than normal, and he is breathing fast. "Joshie, you are getting me really close. I was thinking about the best way for me to cum inside your mouth and for you to take in my entire load without spilling." This is why all of this is so crazy-making. These guys are both total assholes, but then there are moments like this, where he is literally thinking of my need to ingest all of his load and is thinking ahead for my benefit. He goes on. "Let me ask you a few questions real quick. Is the position we are currently in the position you want me to orgasm in?" I immediately slide my mouth down on his cock and leave my face in his pubes for a full three seconds. He responds to my emphatic "no" answer. It's like we have been speaking schlong-sign-language for years. "I had a feeling. Ok, so would it be better for you to be on the floor on your knees in front of the couch? When I get close, I can stand up and blow my load in you when your face is slightly below my cock." His second sentence is not really a question, but I answer "yes" anyway. Travis moans softly. "I like the way you make my dickhead feel when you answer "yes." Something about those two quick slides makes my knob happy. You know?" I don't know, because I have never received a blowjob, and even if I had, I doubt that the poor girl who was blowing me would be able to find my tiny invisible dickhead. That said, I get the hint and give him two more quick slides. Travis is happy. "That feels great dude. Hey, just double checking, is your name really Josh?" Grrr. I play his game and answer affirmatively. He continues. "And you really want me to blow my load directly into your mouth, right?" Two quick slides. I hear him moan. This is all a game to him. Next question. "Have you ever taken a load right from the hose?" Weird. I thought he was more into the "yes" answers. I sink down. His cock enters my throat and stays lodged there as instructed earlier. "Oooooone-ooooooone-thousand............." Travis is counting out loud, making the first one-one-thousand last at least three seconds. "Twooooooooooo-oooooooooone-thousand." He moves his hips slightly, massaging his dickhead with the inside of my throat. He is moaning louder now. "Threeeeeeeeeee-oooooooooooooone-thousand." I feel his hand on the back of my head as he counts the supposed third second of my "no" answer. My head has been down for at least 10 seconds. He moves his cock in small circles, massaging his dick head inside my throat. I can tell it feels amazing. I imagine the sensory input he is getting while making sure I am not gagging. I am sure it's nice and warm and wet in there. He's moaning loudly. "Fuck dude, you're deepthroating me with this "no" answer. Your throat feels fucking amazing. So welcoming and warm." The pressure on my head is not heavy at all. It's gentle. He doesn't need to use force on me. He knows I obey. He pushes my head down slightly. Maybe a third of an inch. Maybe even less. I feel his dickhead sliding into my throat a tiny bit further. This has nothing to do with my "no" answer. Apparently, announcing I am going to slobber the cum right out of his piss slit is giving him permission to openly use me as a warm, wet jack-off toy. I am deepthroating him, Travis is in heaven, and he is not hiding it. Travis holds my head down for an additional two or three seconds. He moans loudly, complimenting my deepthroating skills. "Dude, you are so good at this. I cannot believe how quickly you have learned to take me in balls deep." I try to ignore his weird dirty talk. It's inappropriate. Also, I am getting a bit worried about taking my next breath. It's hard to breathe when you have a cock this thick lodged inside your mouth and throat. Travis finally releases my head, and I resume sucking. I hope he is close to cumming. I have lost all sense of time. Surely, we have reached our twenty-minute goal. I speed up my pace, hoping to get him closer. Thankfully, after a few more minutes of flesh-light duty, Travis seems ready to finish. He speaks up, his voice hoarse from enjoyment and horniness. "Ok, lil dude, it's time for us to start working towards your reward." I am so relieved, I don't even mind him calling me "lil dude." "Before you start moving down towards the floor, let's agree that we are going to move very slowly. We must make sure that my dick stays inside your wonderfully warm and wet mouth during this important transition." I knew he was going to say this. There's something about the continuity of the blowjob that really gets him off. Taylor doesn't seem to care about that as much for some reason. "Before you start moving your knees, go ahead and sink all the way down on my cock, like you are answering "no" to a question. That way, we have well over eight inches of runway to prevent your mouth from accidentally sliding off." Such a Travis move to remind me how huge his tool is. Like the back of my throat is not aware of that fact. I obey and slowly sink down. I can tell Travis is close by the smell of his crotch. He's gotten sweatier as the blowjob has advanced. His smell is not the stank of locker room sweat. It's much cleaner and distinctly him. I move my right knee to the edge of the couch. As I start sliding my foot towards the floor, I feel Travis's hand on the back of my head. He puts more pressure on it than before. He explains why. "Go ahead and move all the way down to the floor. I will keep my hand here to ensure your head stays down while you transition." With my right knee at the very edge of the couch, I need to slide my left knee toward my right so I can get to the floor. I shift my weight to my right knee to achieve this. To my frustration, part of my weight shifts forward. The combination of my weight shift and Travis's pressure on my head causes me to sink down on his cock way deeper than ever before. Travis responds immediately. "Fuck dude, this is insane. I didn't know you wanted to take me even deeper. Dude, this is incredible. Damn, stay here for a bit before you go to the floor. This is the best." He pushes his hips up, getting the head of his dick even deeper inside my throat. I feel my throat respond to the invasion. I think I am trying to swallow, which I fear is going to make me gag, but weirdly, Travis's dick fits perfectly, and I end up with my nose squashed into his pubes without any gagging. Travis is very happy. "Fuuuuuuck, yea, stay there, don't move, I wanna try something, be still, keep your head all the way down." I feel his hand push down even harder. It's almost comical for him to tell me not to move. He is using all his strength to keep my head down. All those years of working out are paying off for him. I feel his dick pull back slightly and then move right back in. I am guessing a fourth of an inch of actual movement. Not more than that. He repeats the same movement. A bit quicker this time. Again. He moans loudly. "Fuck dude, this is incredible. You are making my dickhead happier than it has ever been." In and out. Just that same tiny movement. Over and over. He is fucking the back of my throat, trying to force himself in a tiny bit deeper with every stroke. I don't think I can take this much longer. His moves are getting bigger and bolder. I feel him speed up. I panic. Is he going to cum with my head upside down after all? Travis is moving fast and furious. I can tell he is going for it. Fuck!! I cannot swallow like this. This is fucked up. He is going to waste this entire load. Unexpectedly, he stops moving. He speaks up, panting and rushed. "Joshie, I am like ten strokes away from cumming. Get the fuck on the floor now so I can blow my load right into your stomach." I quickly move my right leg down to the floor, turning my body towards the couch so my head stays firmly lodged onto Travis's cock. My left leg follows, and I notice Travis moving with me, never releasing the pressure on my head. It's like we have practiced this move before. The whole thing takes about three seconds. As soon as I am on the floor, Travis scoots his body forward to the edge of the couch. His cock moves side to side, hitting the sides of my throat hard. Travis is not concerned about bruising my throat during this move. All is well as long as his massive cock stays all the way inside me. He finally removes his hand from the back of my head. "Ok, dude, I am going to finish. Are you ready for me to blow my load?" I almost laugh. As if I am going to answer "no" to this question in the position I am in right now. I dislodge my cock from his throat and slide up the shaft until my lips are back on the head of his dick. I slide my mouth up and down twice. Message received. "Awesome. I am going to stand up so that your head will be in the perfect position to receive my donation. Go ahead and slide all the way down again so my cock doesn't pop out on accident." I slide all the way down obediently. Travis puts both hands on the sides of my head and gets up from the couch. His massive arms keep my head secured safely on his cock. My head moves up with him as he gets to standing. I push up a bit taller on my knees. I am relieved that my head is now in a more horizontal position. I am still nervous about swallowing his load, but I feel like I have a much better shot now at swallowing it than in the previous position. As soon as he is on his feet, he starts an all-out assault on my mouth and throat. He thrusts his pelvis back and forth, producing long strokes. He keeps his hands on the sides of my head, giving him complete control over my mouth and throat. He increases the pace of the strokes but keeps up the full length, battering the back of my mouth and the entrance of my throat. His strokes are getting rougher and wilder, and I am afraid he is going to make me gag. To my surprise and relief, I am able to accommodate his thrusting. As his thrusting gets more and more forceful, Travis gets louder. "Fuck yea Joshie. Here comes the biggest and purest load you have ever had. Get ready dude. I know you don't wanna spill any." I close my eyes instinctively. I think my body knows that I will be able to focus on swallowing more if I turn off all visual information. Travis is pounding my throat. I wonder what will happen if he cums while his dick is that deep inside me. Do I even need to swallow? I notice the pressure from his hands on my head increase. I am 99% sure this is it. I involuntarily send up a tiny prayer to the universe. Please let me be a natural at this. Please let me be a talented swallower of enormous amounts of jizz blown inside me." Travis screams at the top of his lungs. "Fuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." He thrusts his hips forward and his cock disappears deep inside my throat. I know he is cumming, but I don't feel any cum inside my mouth. I don't taste anything. I feel his cock pulsing. Wow. Apparently, he is inside me so deep that I literally don't have to do any swallowing. I feel his cock contract five or six times before he pulls back a bit. He continues to pulse several more times, and this time, I notice him squirting inside my mouth. I start swallowing immediately, determined not to spill any of his valuable juice. I register the taste of his cum. It's mild, and it doesn't really taste like anything. I am super relieved. Travis is panting, coming down from what was clearly an incredible cum for him. "Fuuuuuuuck dude. I mean, damn, I cannot believe you are deepthroating me like this. Fuuuuuck." I don't think I was deepthroating him as much as being face fucked with no way out. Details. He continues, panting heavily as he tries to speak. "Be sure to clean my cock real good. I always keep cumming for a bit after the big explosion." He moves his hand down and squeezes the shaft of his still rock-hard cock. I notice a big drop of cum on my tongue. I swallow it hungrily. The message from Small No More has awakened a whole new "cum-hungry" side in me. I think the news that I have been damaging the Human Growth Hormone I have been consuming is making me almost "greedy." I must collect every possible drop for my benefit. Travis keeps massaging his tool, and I notice small drops of his jizz come out a few more times until he is done cumming. I realize that we haven't really agreed on an official "and now we are done" sign. I am basically pleasuring his cock at this point without the benefit of harvesting more of his Human Growth Hormone. Thankfully, Travis decides that "enough is enough" and speaks up. "OK dude, I think you and I are done here. I think that went pretty well for your first time swallowing from the hose. I hope this will quickly bring you the benefits you are looking for." I move my head up slowly and finally let his dick pop out of my mouth. My mouth tastes funny. It's not even bad or horrible, just different. I get up and start heading towards the stairs. Travis speaks up. "Hey lil dude, I think you are forgetting something." Travis points at the piece of cloth that Taylor left on the table. Ugh, this is a really, really, really bad idea. Travis continues. "You may be feeling funny about wearing one of these, but I think this will help you get the best possible donations out of Taylor. I know he wants to help you out. If this is going to help him feel less gay about the whole thing, it's really in your best interest to play along." I guess "play along" could be my middle name at this point. I grab the jockstrap and head upstairs. I'll try it on in the privacy of my own room, just to see what it looks like. If it looks too revealing, I will figure out a way to reason with Taylor. I run up the stairs, eager to jump in the shower for a quick rinse-off. I want to brush my teeth as well. I sense a grin on my face. I realize I feel relieved. I was pretty worried about swallowing cum right from the hose. I am glad my first truly pure dose of Human Growth Hormone went in as easily as it did, and I am super hopeful that I will see some results soon. I take off my clothes and step into the shower. I look down at my micro. It's at full mast. Rock hard. And tiny. Hopefully, this will not be my reality much longer. I step under the warm water, preparing myself mentally for my visit with Taylor.