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

All in the Name of Science Pt. 03

... laughing. It started with a long wheeze as his body began convulsing with his orgasm and continued to build as he shot his cum and watched it run down the side of the sleeve. His volunteer watched in confusion at first, until she started laughing with him. As each of the men, finished cumming, their volunteers reached over and attentively turned off their machines.

After each of these incidents, Carmen added a few notes to her clipboard and then returned her attention to the four of us remaining. Brandon sounded like he was getting close and for that matter, I was feeling the same thing. Each fast, twisting stroke of the ECT device was dragging me measurably closer to climax. Tall Guy at the end of our row was definitely losing his battle to meditate his way through it as his cock was drooling and swelling more with each stroke.

The one guy on the opposite row seemed to be doing better than the rest of us. I'd met him before. I think his name was Cody and he was some hot shot from the baseball team. He seemed cool enough in class too, but that was his reputation. Cool under pressure. It didn't matter how much the other team might be scoring against us, Cody was the guy who kept his head and made smart plays to shut them down. The guy exuded confidence even here and one look at the equipment he had stuffed into the ECT device's sleeve was enough to explain why. He was packing. His cock was thick and long. In fact, it was long enough that the machine never really ...

... reached his head even at the top of the upstroke. It reached almost to the head of his dick, so I'm pretty sure it was stroking the sensitive underside, but it didn't actually travel over the head. No wonder he was doing better than the rest of us.

I only had a few moments to ponder Cody's inherent advantage when Carmen made another note on her clipboard and tapped a new button on her phone. At once, the devices started a new pattern, one clearly designed to finish us off as quickly as possible. They would slide to the top of our dicks and deliver four very quick strokes just to the top few inches. Then they would slide to the base and deliver four more very quick strokes to the bottom few inches. Then they would make two full-length slower strokes from root to tip. Then they would repeat the pattern again. And again. All the while, they were rotating the jelly sleeves, providing even more stimulation than the strokes themselves. I don't know about the other guys, but that's when I knew the game was up for me. Tricia clearly did too because she started focusing her attention back and forth between my face and my dick.

I made it through about five or six cycles of this intense new pattern when I felt it happening. The tension was building, and I decided if I couldn't stop it I would make it worth Tricia's time watching. Just as I was about to tip over the edge of my climax I started squeezing my PC muscles to hold back. At a certain point I felt the equilibrium where the ...