All in the Name of Science Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

All in the Name of Science Pt. 03

... seconds, my cum gutters were overflowing.

Tricia regarded the progress of my orgasm with her usual mischievous expression. Her hand remained fixed around the base of my dick, pulling the skin taut to meet the ravages of the unrelenting machine. Her wrist was streaked with several trails of my cum, dripping from the volcano of my manhood above it. As the pleasurable intensity of my orgasm began to die down, she switched hands, now holding the base of my cock with her left hand so she could raise her right hand to her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine, she extended her tongue and began licking my warm cum from her wrist as I began to experience a small taste of the machine's post orgasmic fury. I began squirming forcefully beneath her hand, whining my growing discomfort until she took pity on me and turned the machine off. As Tricia helped extract my extremely sensitive organ from the jelly sleeve, I winced but breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Nice job, Stud," Tricia teased me. "Could you be a little less messy next time?"

"I'll consider it," I gasped back, still trying to catch my breath.

It was then that I realized I had missed some of the action. The gym rat on the next row was clearly coming down from his orgasm at the same time as me while both Brad and Laughing Guy were just beginning theirs. As with the first time, Brad announced his impending release with a loud groan followed by a series of guttural grunts with each ejaculation. Unlike last time, his cum ...

... did not shoot straight up but oozed in large quantities from the tip of his cock. Laughing Guy started with another long wheezing laugh and then erupted into simultaneous spasms of both cock and diaphragm throughout his orgasm. His volunteer, already expecting his peculiar reaction to his release, just watched with a smile as she shook her head in disbelief.

At this point, Brendan was the last man standing or, in this case, the last man laying down naked on a padded board with a machine continuously stroking his cock to make him cum. His eyes were no longer closed, and he no longer appeared to be meditating. He now had a strained look on his face, and it became clear that he had reached the limits of his meditative approach. It got him much farther this time than last time, but now his body's baser instincts were taking over. The muscles on Brendan's legs, well-developed from soccer training, were tensing up. His chest was tight, and his abs were contracting. Even the visible lower half of his cock appeared to be tensing and releasing in pulses. Just before his eruption, Brendan's eyes closed again, his cock tensed one last time and held for a few seconds before succumbing to the building pressure. An instant later, Brendan began shooting rope after rope of cum straight up, the first two reaching almost a foot in the air before splashing down on his torso. He grunted loudly with every volley and after five or six had passed, his body began twitching through the end of his ...