by Devon Campbell
Brock Ashton and his wife, Jenna, stood at the window watching their young son, Cody, playing catch with a friend out in the street.
“You know we’ve got trouble ahead with that boy,” Brock said.
“I know. It’s hard to imagine that such a good boy is soon going to be nothing but trouble,” his wife said.
“Sooner than you think, and through no fault of his own,” he said.
“Oh, what have you seen?” she asked.
“Probably the same thing you’ve seen,” he said. “Mostly the way people look at him.”
She smiled, nodding. “Yes, I see it all the time in the grocery story. In every aisle, women stop to practically ogle the boy. They try to be discreet, but I see it. And some of them don’t even bother being discreet. If I weren’t there, I swear I think they would drag him out to their cars.”
“We’ve taught him never to get in cars with strangers,” Brock said.
“It’s your fault, you know,” his wife said.
“My fault? How is it my fault?”
“He’s got your genes. If you weren’t so damned good looking, he wouldn’t be so cute. I just hope he doesn’t get the rest of your genes as early as he got your looks.”
“Uhhh….you haven’t seen him in the bathroom lately, have you?” Brock said.
“I haven’t really seen him for probably over a year, now. Not since you told me he needed his privacy from his mother. Why? Why do you say it like that?”
“Let’s just say he’s developing fast for his age,” Brock said.
“How fast? Not abnormal, I hope,” she said with some concern.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say abnormal. But definitely oversized for a near fourteen year old boy.”
“Well, he got those genes from you, too,” she said.
“At the rate he’s going, I think I might be wanting some of my genes back,” Brock joked.
“How oversized?” she asked with a frown.
“Well, at the rate he’s growing, he’s going to be a lot bigger than me.”
“My Lord! Maybe you should take him to see a doctor if he’s developing that fast,” she said.
“For what? For a reduction procedure?” he scoffed. “No guy would even consider such a thing, and I would never even suggest it to him. That would be a sure way of making him think he’s abnormal. Besides, there’s no such thing as too big.”
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not on the receiving end,” she said.
“Oh, is that a complaint after all these years?”
“Of course not. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
“And somewhere, there’s a young teenage girl who Cody’s going to make the luckiest girl in the world.
“Just tell me, Brock, how big is he? You’ve got me worried.”
“Probably over seven inches.”
“Is that with…….”
“That’s hard,” he finished.
“You’ve seen him with an erection?”
“He’s almost fourteen years old. Of course I’ve seen him hard, practically every morning of his life,” Brock said with a scowl.
“He just lets you see him that way?”
“He used to be shy and embarrassed about it but I told him to get over it, it was perfectly normal. He’s got a good bush of hair around it, too. In his armpits, too, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed that. Has he developed all the traits of a man? I mean….has he matured…….”
Brock laughed. “He’s been doing that for five or six months,” he told her.
“Oh. I haven’t seen any evidence of it when I change his sheets,” she said.
“Because I told him you shouldn’t have to mess with that. I told him to have a towel handy.”
“You told our thirteen year old son to keep a towel handy for……for…..”
“Actually, I told him to keep a cum towel handy, was the way I put it,” Brock cut in.
“You didn’t! You didn’t say that to him!”
“Hey, raising a teenage boy, you have to speak the language,” Brock said.
“I haven’t found any towels,” she said.
“No, he accumulates them then does a load of wash himself when you’re not around.”
“Along with his gym clothes and jockstraps I suppose,” she said.
“Yes, it sort of fit in, when I told him he needed to take care of that part of his laundry himself.”
“What other secrets do you and our son have from me?” she asked.
“No secrets. I would’ve told you anything you wanted to know,” Brock said.
“Well, I’m just glad you two have such a good relationship. But do keep an eye on him. I worry about him.”
“Yeah, I know. Being such a stud can be a curse,” Brock said, jokingly referring to himself and his son together.
By the time he was well into his fourteenth year, Cody Ashton had truly developed into the young stud his father had hoped/feared he would be. His body had filled out admirably, with well-shaped muscles that rippled when he moved, and he had added well over an inch to his manhood.
“Do you get any crap from guys in the locker room?” Brock asked him one morning when they were in the bathroom together.
“Yeah, but it’s all good-natured now,” Cody said. “They used to make fun till Coach Anderson got on them about it and told them they were just jealous.”
“They probably are. Hell, I am,” Brock joked.
“You don’t have anything to be jealous about,” the boy scoffed.
“Well, I’m glad the coach is so understanding.”
“He’s very understanding. Sometimes I have trouble after PE class, after I take shower.”
“What kind of trouble?” Brock asked.
“Same trouble I have here at home when I shower in the morning,” he said.
“Oh, that kind of trouble. Guys make fun of you?”
“No, they don’t make fun at all anymore. Sometimes it won’t go down and I have trouble getting everything stuffed down in my jeans to get them buttoned. Coach told me when that happens, to just go take care of it.”
“By that he means……..”
“Jack it off,” Cody finished.
“Wait a minute. You stand in the shower and jack off while other boys are watching?”
“No, no. He lets me use his office. He even writes me a pass if it takes too long and I’m going to be late for my next class.”
One Saturday morning, Brock walked into Cody’s room while he was still in bed and sat on the edge of his bunk.
“Cody, there is something I want to talk to you about.”
“We’ve already had that talk, dad,” the boy said as he raised up and slid up to lean back against the headboard
“We’re going to talk some more,” Brock said. “You know you’re well developed, beyond your age. You’re built more like a sixteen or seventeen year old, your muscles, and between your legs.”
“Yeah, I’m figuring that out,” Cody said, laughing.
“Well, whether you know it or now, you attract a lot of attention, wherever you go. I’m not talking about just girls. That’s to be expected. I’m talking about the wrong kind of attention. Older women; even older men. I want you to keep your guard up; don’t let anything like that happen. And if anyone every tries, or even says anything out of line, I want you to let me know.”
“Sure, dad, I always told you I would.”
When Brock started to get up, he bumped his head on the upper bunk and sat back down, rubbing his head. That’s when he noticed the hand towel spread out, tucked in the slats of the upper bunk.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“That’s so I don’t mess up the mattress on the upper bunk,” Cody said.
Brock did a double take. “You….you shoot that far?” he asked in disbelief.
“Farther than that if I didn’t hit the towel,” the boy said.
“I had to start using a bath towel instead of a hand towel, too,” he added, pulling a rolled up full-sized towel from under his pillow. “The stuff goes everywhere.”
Brock laughed, shaking his head.
At his wife’s urging, Brock finally made an appointment with Cody’s doctor. Cody wasn’t happy about it.
“Why do I have to go to a doctor? I feel fine.”
“You mother, she wants to have you checked out; a physical.”
“Why, is she afraid I’m turning into a monster or something?” he laughed.
Dr. Boering was a young doctor who took over old Doc Browns practice when he retired, which included being the team doctor for the junior high and high school sports programs. Cody had never met the new doctor but seemed at ease with him when the man introduced himself.
“Okay, what seems to be the problem?” he asked while he was scanning Cody’s file. He glanced up at the boy. “It’s hard to believe, from looking at you, young man, that there could be any kind of a problem,” he said.
“I don’t really know why I’m here, I feel great,” Cody said, looking at his dad.
“We’re here at the request of his mother,” Brock said. “There is no problem, at least not so far as Cody is concerned, or me. But his mother………”
“Doesn’t like seeing her little boy grow up, huh?” Dr. Boering finished with a knowing smile.
“That’s about it,” Brock said. “She wanted him to have a complete physical.”
“Well, then, let’s have a look,” Dr. Boering said. “How about stripping down for me. You can use that room if you want.”
Without hesitation, Cody stood and began taking off his clothes. “Naw, I’m okay right here, my dad sees me naked every morning,” he said.
“Well, that’s a sign of a good, healthy relationship,” Dr. Boering said.
Brock watched his son strip down, taking his clothes from him as he took them off.
“All the way?” Cody asked when he was down to his socks and briefs.
“You can leave your socks on,” the doctor said.
Again, without hesitation, Cody peeled his shorts down and took them off. Dr. Boering tried not to look surprised when the boy stood naked before him. He pulled up a stool on rollers and wheeled himself squarely in front of the Cody. He pushed his manhood aside with the back of his hand and pressed his fingers into the apex of Cody’s thighs.
“Turn your head to the side and cough a couple of times for me.”
Cody coughed, his hard abdominal muscles rippling taut when he did.
“Now the other side,” Dr. Boering said as he pushed the heavy manhood to the other side to probe again.
Cody coughed again.
“Everything feels fine there,” Dr. Boering said. “I’m sure you are aware by now that you are exceptionally well developed and endowed,” he told Cody.
“Yes, sir, maybe a little bit too well,” Cody said, laughing, trying not to look embarrassed.
“That is one of his mother’s concerns,” Brock said.
Dr. Boering looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You and Cody seem to have a very close and healthy relationship, may I get personal with you?” he asked.
“May I assume that Cody takes after you?”
“Yes, he does.”
“And from that arises your wife’s concerns for your son.”
Dr. Boering turned his attention to Cody. “If you don’t mind my asking, how big do you get, Cody, when you’re erect?”
Cody cringed, as if he didn’t want to say.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to answer that,” the doctor said.
“No, I… I don’t really know for sure. I… I would guess about nine inches.”
“I see,” Dr. Boering said with a tight-lipped smile. “You can see, I’m trying to keep from smiling and showing any reaction.
“I guess you don’t believe me. I could… show you, if you want,” he said, his face now turning a warm red.
“No, I believe you. It’s just that it’s somewhat out of the ordinary for a boy your age to be so well endowed.”
“I know that from experience,” Cody said, his face turning a little pink.
Dr. Boering put his hand on Cody’s shoulder. “It’s nothing you should be ashamed of or embarrassed about,” he said sternly. “Now, if you want to show me…..”
“Do I just… try to let it… you know, do it on its own, or…..”
“However is best for you,” Dr. Boering said. “Use your hand if you like; I’m sure your dad and I aren’t going to be embarrassed. It’s nothing we haven’t done ourselves.”
Cody dropped his hand to his cock. “It doesn’t take much,” he said as he began pulling on it. Within seconds, he was hard. Big, thick, veiny, throbbing hard. He let go and let his cock stand out on its own, throbbing at a sharp upward angle, quivering violently each time it lifted.
“Well, I have to say, that is very impressive,” Dr. Boering said thoughtfully. “Cody, would it be all right if I measure you, to note in your file?”
“I guess so,” Cody replied with a shrug.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
When the doctor had left the room, Brock asked, “Are you okay with this, Cody? If you’re not, we can leave.”
“No, I’m okay,” he said. “It’s not what I expected in a physical, but Dr. Boering’s a nice guy. He has a way of putting you at ease.”
“Yes, he does. You seem to be very much at ease, you little show-off,” Brock chided him.
Dr. Boering returned with a tape measure. “I had to scrounge up a tape measure. It’s not something I carry around with me, but then it’s not every day I find myself measuring a young man’s physical endowment. I’m not trying to make you feel abnormal or anything, Cody, but you are the most well-endowed fifteen year old I’ve ever seen. If fact, you are one of the most well-endowed males I’ve encountered, and if I’m going to be your doctor, I would like to keep your medical record well documented.”
“You mean I’m going to get bigger?” Cody said.
“The normal growth pattern from fifteen through eighteen or so would indicate that you will very likely get considerably larger in that time period,” he said as he sat on the stool in front of Cody again. He stretched the tape measure along the side of Cody’s hard cock from the base, out to the bulging head. He glanced at the measurement then adjusted the tape and looked again.
“Nine and five-eighths,” he said.
“Well, I guess I grew some,” Cody said.
Dr. Boering wrapped the tape around the center of the shaft. Again, he double checked the measurement.
“Six and seven-eighths around,” he said. “Can you get your hand around it, Cody?” he asked.
“Not when it’s hard,” Cody said as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock to demonstrate. His thumb and forefinger lacked about a half-inch reaching.
Dr. Boering turned and made some notes in Cody’s file, then turned back to Cody. “Could I ask you something, Cody?”
“Sure, I guess.”
“When did you start ejaculating?”
“When I was twelve.”
“That’s about within the early range of normal,” he said, nodding. “Was it a lot?”
Cody shrugged. “I don’t know… not a whole lot, I guess. But it is now,” he added.
“By a lot now, is so much that it’s of concern to you?”
“No, I just… Dad told me I should be careful……” he looked at his dad.
“I told him to use a towel, so his mother shouldn’t have to deal with it,” Brock explained.
“That’s very considerate,” Dr. Boering said. “Could I take this one step further?” he asked, looking at Brock and Cody. “I would like to record your ejaculation.”
“You mean…..” Cody glanced at his dad, then back at Dr. Boering. “You want me to jack off for you?”
“Would you mind? Is it all right?” he asked Brock.
“It’s up to him, if he feels comfortable doing it,” Brock said.
Cody looked at his dad again.
“It’s up to you,” Brock said.
“Absolutely. Don’t feel like you have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with,” Dr. Boering said.
“I… I g-guess I could,” Cody said with a shrug. “My dad told me it’s not anything I should feel guilty about.”
“He’s right. I just wish more parents would take that attitude with their sons. There is another way,” Dr. Boering said.
“How?” Brock and Cody both asked at the same time.
“Well, we don’t usually do a prostate exam on teenage boys,” he said, addressing Brock, “but Cody indicates that his ejaculation is a lot, so I would like to check his prostate for any abnormality.” He looked at Cody. “And I can cause you to ejaculate while I’m doing the exam.”
Brock saw a little concern on his son’s face. “It’s up to you, Cody, but I think it is a good Idea for Dr. Boering to check your prostate. It can cause real problems when you get older.”
“I don’t even know what a prostate is, but okay, I guess,” Cody said with a shrug.
“I’ll explain it all to you,” Dr. Boering said. “Climb up here on the table, on your back, and bring your knees up with your feet set apart at the edge of the table.”
Cody climbed up and assumed the position.
“Your prostate is the nerve center for your sexuality,” Dr. Boering explained as he jerked a rubber glove from the box and slipped it on. “When you ejaculate, you probably feel a very pronounced sensation inside your body, like a tremor or palpitation or pulsation, a good feeling.”
“Y-yeah, I sure do,” Cody said, watching the doctor uncap a large tube of lubricant that he’d taken from a drawer under the table.
“That is your prostate contacting to expel your semen. I’m going to go in through your rectum with my fingers to check your prostate.”
“Is this going to hurt?” Cody asked.
“There might be a very slight discomfort, but nothing even approaching getting tackled on the football field,” he said. “Your dad has had this done many times.”
Cody looked at his dad.
“Just relax, you probably won’t even feel it,” Brock said.
“Except when I touch your prostate,” Dr. Boering said.
“Will that hurt?” Cody asked.
“No. Absolutely not. On the contrary, it will feel very good. I’m going to check it and in doing so I’ll massage it to cause you to ejaculate, and you know how good that feels.”
“Well, this will be much more intense. You’ll probably be gritting your teeth,” he said, laughing. He slipped his fingers between Cody’s butt muscles, and Cody winced a little when he touched his asshole.
“I now that doesn’t hurt, but you’re not accustomed to anyone touching you here,” Dr. Boering said.
“No, I’m not,” Cody said nervously.
“All right, just relax,” Dr. Boering said as he pressed his fingers all around the boy’s asshole. He took his time, so he would be relaxed, then he gently probed through the hole.
Again, Cody winced, but more with surprise than pain.
“Ohhh,” he gasped softly as the doctor’s thick, long finger slipped deeper inside him.
“You okay?” Dr. Boering asked.
“Awwhhh!” he gasped again.
“I think we found it,” Dr. Boering said.
“I think you found something,” Cody said, wide-eyed.
“All right, I’m going to insert a second finger now, Cody,” he said. “It will stretch you a little, but it won’t hurt.”
Cody’s mouth came wide open when his asshole was suddenly stretched with two of the doctor’s big fingers, but he was right, it didn’t hurt. Then he found his prostate again, this time with both fingers.
“Oohhhhh!” he gasped softly.
“Okay, Cody, I’m going to do a thorough exam of your prostate, and in the process, I’m going to make you ejaculate. It’s going to feel extremely good, and as it does, I’m going to make it feel even better, so just lie back and let yourself enjoy it.” With that, he began exploring the tiny love nut with his fingertips.
“Gee, how come you never caused me to do that,” Brock asked the doctor jokingly.
“I can,” Dr. Boering said.
“While we’re at it, another problem he says he has; he gets hard at the drop of a hat, in the locker room at school,” Brock said.
“Well, that’s not a problem. That’s perfectly normal. Scientific studies show that a boy his age thinks about sex about every nine seconds during his waking hours. Is that about right, Cody?”
“It’s not too far off…Ohhh…Ohhhhh,” he moaned pressing his head back against the table. He began twist his butt around and raise up off the table. “Ohh, Doc, are you finding anything wrong?”
“No. Everything feels perfectly normal. Your prostate is nice and firm and pliable.”
“It feels like… it’s f-fluttering,” Cody stammered.
“Does it feel like you’re getting close?” Dr. Boering asked.
“Well, don’t try to hold back. When you’re ready, let it go.”
“W-what do you want me t-to do?”
“Just let it go. I only want to observe. Don’t worry; we’ll take care of the mess.”
“Okay,” he gasped breathlessly.
“And it’s okay to move around on the table, Cody. Make it feel as good as you can.”
“Good, because I can’t stay still,” he gasped. “Ohh…Oh, Goddd… awwwh, Doc, that feel so……”
“Good,” the doctor finished for him. “I know. It’s supposed to. Listen, you can use your hand if you want, as you normally would.”
“It’s g-gonna c-come, Doc,” he stammered as he gripped the edges of the table so tight his knuckles were white. “Ohhhh…Ohhhhh, Godd…I’m gonna shoot!”
He pounded his fist hard against his pubes, so hard that his balls were bounding against the heel of his hand. Suddenly he slammed his fist down hard, squeezed the base of his cock tightly then released his grip. A huge spurt of semen shot out of his cock, a rope that extended about four feet before it separated from the head of his cock and sailed on its own. Another followed, hard and fast, nearly catching up with the first one before it splattered against the cabinet over the sink behind the table. It hit the cabinet as well, and several more shot out over Cody’s head, landing on the floor, then began streaking across his face and neck and shoulders and his taut stomach. Finally, it shot up only a few inches, then began boiling out and cascading down over the head and over Cody’s knuckles. A long moment followed; the only sound was Cody’s heavy breathing.
Brock sat dumbfounded. The doctor had a look of disbelief on his face.
“Well, young man, I would like to say that was impressive, but it was phenomenal,” he said finally.
“I sure made a mess,” Cody said.
“I told you we would clean up the mess. I only wish I had measured it clinically, had you deposit your semen in a vial, but quite honestly, I never expected anything like what I just witnessed.”
“I should’ve told you I shoot quite a lot,” Cody said.
“You could have told me but I still wouldn’t have been expecting this,” Dr. Boering said as he tore off several sheets of paper toweling to hand to the boy.
“I guess I could do it that way next time, use a vial, if you think it’s important for my medical history,” Cody said.
“That would be very beneficial to have a measurable sample, if you don’t mind coming back in a few days,” Dr. Boering said.
“I don’t really need a few days to give you another sample,” Cody said. “I could come back in a few hours.”
“You can do that again in a matter of hours?” the doctor asked.
“Well, then, yes, I’ll have my nurse set you up a time to come back.”
“Well, what do you want to do for the next three hours,” Brock asked his son as they were leaving the doctor’s office.
“I would like to get something to eat then go look for a new baseball glove,” Cody said.
“Listen, Cody, you’re really okay with all of this, aren’t you? I mean, I don’t want you doing anything just because you feel you have to.”
“No, I’m okay with it. You taught me to be okay with my sexuality. And that was quite an experience I had back there.”
Brock laughed. “It was quite an experience for all of us, I believe. From the look on Dr. Boering’s face, I think you made medical history.”
“Yeah, he did look sort of surprised,” Cody said.
“Well, I see, now, why you need a bath towel instead of a hand towel.”
They returned to the clinic three hours later with a new baseball glove and a reservoir of fresh boy juice.
The nurse took them into Dr. Boering’s office where he was waiting.
“Are you ready, young man?” the doctor asked Cody.
He handed him a clear plastic vial. “It’s flared at the top to make it easier to hit,” he explained. “If you want, I can have the nurse show you to a private room.”
Cody glanced around at his dad then back at the doctor, with an embarrassed look.
“Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”
“No, I… it’s just that I tend to be pretty long-winded, you know, because I’m used to trying to hold off, so it’s gonna take me a while, doing it the regular way.”
“I see. Do you want to do it the way we did it earlier?” Dr. Boering asked.
“Unless you want to be here all night,” Cody said jokingly.
“Very well, we can do that,” the doctor said as he stepped over and turned the lock on the door. “You’ll need to take off your jeans and your shorts for me,” he said as he pulled a rubber glove out of the box on the counter and got out the tube of lubricant.
Cody quickly shed his jeans and shorts, handing them to his dad. His cock swung out rubbery and growing, as if it knew what was in store for it.
“Do you want me on the table again?” Cody asked.
“No, it would be too difficult to catch it, lying down,” Dr. Boering said as he sat on his stool. “Back up to me and stand facing your dad.”
Cody stepped backwards with his back to the doctor and Dr. Boering probed between his taut butt muscles for his hole. He found it and inserted his finger. Cody didn’t even wince. The doctor worked his finger around inside him for a moment then inserted a second finger.
“You’re handling this like a real trooper this time,” he said.
“I know what to expect,” Cody said.
“Okay, here we go, I’m going to find your prostate….yes, there we are…..”
“Ooohhhhhh!” Cody gasped softly.
“Sounds like we found it,” Dr. Boering said with a soft chuckle. “All right, now you do your stuff. And don’t be afraid to move around however it makes it feel better for you. The more excited you become, the greater volume we’ll get.”
When he was finished spurting into the vial, Cody milked his cock several times to squeeze out the last drops of semen then turned and handed nearly full vial to the doctor.
Dr. Boering was unable to conceal his surprise.
“Dam, son, you filled the vial,” he said.
“Yeah, I thought I was gonna overflow it,” Cody said.
The doctor held the vial up. “The normal range for a male ejaculation is about a teaspoonful; that’s less than half a fluid ounce. You’ve almost filled a four-ounce vial. That’s well more than eight times the normal range. Be assured, you son will have no trouble making you a grandfather when the time comes.”
“His mother will be happy to hear that,” Brock said.
“You’re not going to tell Mom about this; that I jacked off in a bottle!” Cody exclaimed.
“No, I won’t tell her,” Brock said, laughing.
“You can get dressed now,” Dr. Boering told Cody.
Several weeks later, Jenna Ashton told her husband that the clinic had called about Cody, and that he should call back.
“I wonder what they want?”
“I don’t know, but call back right away; I want to be certain that nothing’s wrong.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m sure. The boy is healthy as a horse,” Brock said. “What am I saying, he is a horse.”
“Brock, stop talking like that about our son!” Jenna admonished him.
Brock was curious, too, about what the clinic could be calling about. When he returned the call and got Dr. Boering on the line, he got the surprise of his life.
“Brock, I’ve been hesitant to make this call, but then I decided I just had to.”
“Is there anything wrong?”
“No, no. Everything’s right. It is about Cody, though.”
“What about him?”
“Well, several things. First, I had his semen sample analyzed. The technician would not believe it was all one sample and he refused to believe that it was from a fifteen-year-old boy. He was even more stunned, and so was I, with the results. You know, I told you that Cody would have no trouble making you a grandfather.”
“Well, that was a gross understatement. Your son could easily father his own country. I’ve never seen such a potent semen sample. Technically speaking, the normal volume varies from 1.5 to 5.0 milliliter per ejaculation. The sperm count varies from 20 to 150 million sperm per milliliter. At least 60% of the sperm should have a normal shape and show normal motility; that is forward movement.
“And Cody?” Brock asked.
“Bear with me with these figures. The high range for normal volume is 5 milliliters; Cody’s volume was 44.6 milliliters.”
“Geezusss!” Brock swore softly.
“That’s not the half of it. The high-end sperm count Is 150 million sperm per milliliter, making a really good sample of 750 million. Cody’s sperm count is well over six billion!”
“Wow! I guess he really can make me a grandfather. What about the forward mobility, or whatever that word was that you used.”
“Well, if you can imagine seeing over six billion sperm; I never saw one abnormality and the little buggers could swim the English Channel. You’ve got one potent boy.”
Brock had to laugh. “So what is this telling me, except that he needs a bath towel instead of a hand towel handy?” he asked.
It was Dr. Boering’s turn to laugh. “Well, I am hesitant to suggest this, especially for right now, but it might be something to consider when he gets older, of legal age. Cody would make a prime sperm donor. I don’t know what your financial situation is, but there are guys who help put themselves through college as sperm donors.”
“The price of college these days, maybe we ought to get started right now and bank the money,” Brock said, half joking.
“I hope you’re only half joking, because that is a very strong possibility to consider. It would have to be with your permission, of course; in fact under your supervision. You would have to come in with him.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I was only half-joking.”
“The second thing I would like for you to consider, Brock, is allowing Cody to become a subject for scientific research, if he’s okay with it, of course.”
“What kind of scientific research? I’m not going to let my son be used as guinea pig.”
“Nothing like that. I have a colleague who would be most interested in writing a paper for a medical journal. He would have to do his own research, of course, which would entail somewhat the research I’ve already done. Again, you would have to accompany him. There would also be a corroboration process whereby others would be privy to the research.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, Doc; we’re not talking about a bunch of dirty old men watching my son jack off, are we?” Brock said.
“Leave out the dirty old men part,” Dr. Boering said. “You don’t consider me a dirty old man, I’m sure.”
“Not at all. I appreciate what you’ve done with Cody, and how you’ve handled him. He’s been completely at ease with you.”
“I could be part of the research if that would make him more comfortable,” Dr. Boering said. “I would like to ask you one other question.”
“Cody is your biological son, isn’t he?”
“Don’t be indignant. It had to be asked. Have you ever had a semen analysis?”
“Why don’t you come in for one.”
“What would it prove? That he is my son?” Brock asked.
“That’s not an issue for me, at least not at this stage. Simply my own curiosity. If you agreed to the research, they would want DNA testing to establish for certain that Cody is your son.”
“Doc, I just don’t know about coming in and jacking off for you,” Brock said, laughing.
“Well, I do have a couple of very pretty nurses,” Dr. Boering joked.
“If you could promise that Jenna would never find out,” Brock joked back.
“No, no, I would prefer you bring Jenna along,” Dr. Boering suggested. There was a long pause. “I’ve got you thinking,” he said.
“Yes, you have,” Brock said. “Listen, Doc, if we agree to this, the research, I would have to have certain guarantees. No pictures of Cody……
“His name wouldn’t even be used,” Dr. Boering said.
“And I would want absolute, iron-clad guarantees that none of his sperm would be used for insemination. I want to be a grandpa one of these days, but I don’t want a whole goddamned country of grandkids.” Not just guarantees, but severe penalties spelled out for any violation.”
“Are you sure you’re not a lawyer on the side?” Dr. Boering joked.
Three Years Later
Cody sauntered into the clinic with his usual cocky swagger, his muscular arms swinging and his tight, round butt bulging and flexing in his jeans. Janie, the office girl, smiled when he walked in and turned to her computer. She pecked around on the keyboard then waited for the printer. She tore off the label, placed it on the vial and handed it to him.
“Have fun,” she joked.
“It’d be more fun if you came back with me,” he joked back. He was about to enter the small room, number four, when the nurse stopped him.
“The doctor wants to see you first, Cody,” she said.
He shrugged and followed her back to the doctor’s office.
“You wanted to see me, Doc?”
“Yes. It’s good to see you looking so healthy and virile today,” the doctor said.
“I’m healthy and virile every day. That’s not why you wanted to see me,” Cody said.
“No. I’m having trouble with the board over your request for increased fees.”
“Well, then, maybe your board will have to come in and jack off for you,” Cody joked.
“Seriously, Cody, six hundred dollars a pop is way above the going rate. Two, three times a week, that’s getting pretty steep for us.”
“And my sperm count is way above the going average, not to mention my mobility,” Cody said, more serious now. “Last report of testing, I was popping about nine times the average, wasn’t I?”
“And you’re shipping my stuff to other clinics.”
“Yes, you agreed to that,” he reminded him.
“How much of it is going overseas?” Cody asked.
“I would have to check, but that was part of the agreement as well.”
“How many of your other donors are supplying other clinics?”
“I would have to check that as well.”
“Well, when you find yourself another walking sperm bank, let me know how I stack up and we’ll negotiate. I’ve got college to pay for, and if I can’t pay for it this way, I got to get a good job and I won’t have time to come in two or three times a week.”
“Wait, I….I can talk to them,” the doctor said. “Can you give us a sample today? I’ve got clients waiting.”
Cody thought about it for a moment. “All right, but this is the last time at the old rate.”
“Would you settle for five hundred?”
“Would you settle for half a vial?” Cody asked. “You know, Doc, I know a couple of guys who are putting themselves through college as male escorts. They get two fifty a pop, double that for an all-nighter. They’re dragging down seven-fifty a thousand a week.”
“Listen, if, uh…I was thinking…the board hasn’t met you. Perhaps if you could come to one of our board meetings and let them get acquainted with you, they might be easier to convince.”
“Sure, if it’ll help your case,” Cody agreed.
“I’ll arrange it.”
Cody walked back to the room but Janie stopped him. “Number four is occupied,” she said in a hushed tone as she motioned him over. He walked over to the counter. “You’re always joking about needing help,” she whispered, nodding toward the door to number four.
“Well, I think the guy in number four would be happy to lend a hand, if you know what I mean,” she said.
Cody gave the door a thoughtful look, unsure what she was getting at. “Yeah?” he said again, this time with more interest.
“Come with me,” Janie whispered as she picked up a key and came around the desk. “Don’t tell anyone about this.” She walked over to the door and quietly inserted the key as she motioned for Cody.
“Here you are sir, number four. If you need anything, just pick up the phone and call the desk,” she said in her best professional tone as she swung the door open and grabbed Cody by the arm and shoved him inside.
“Wait….Hey!” the guy inside yelped
But it was too late. The door was closed and there stood the most gorgeous muscle-god the guy had ever seen, gaping at him, his fellow-donor, who was stripped for action in nothing but a baseball cap and crew socks.
“Uh….sorry, I guess she didn’t know the room was occupied,” Cody said.
“That’s okay, I don’t… mind, if… if you don’t. I guess we could do this together,” the other young man stammered. “I’m, un… Jason Towne.”
“Cody Ashton.” They shook hands, Cody with some reluctance, taking the hand that had been around the guy’s cock.
“Do you want to sit down?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, I… let me get out of my clothes first.”
“I picked up a gay video by mistake… they’re not marked… I can change it if you want.”
“No, that’s okay, I never seen a gay video before,” Cody said.
“You sound surprised. What, do I look gay?” Cody said as he pulled off his jeans.
“Oh, no, neither am I,” the kid replied quickly. “It’s just that I thought, well, it’s hard to believe there’s anybody on campus who hasn’t.”
Standing in his shorts and T-shirt, Cody had serious doubts about the guy’s sexual orientation, the way he was looking at him. Okay, he had very muscular thighs and he was showing an impressive bulge in his shorts, but that didn’t warrant that kind of looks. He watched him as he peeled off his T-shirt and saw the guy had to work to keep his eyes from popping.
“There must be a wide demand for your sperm,” Jason said, eyeing Cody’s body openly.
“Well, they keep wanting more,” Cody joked.
Jason picked up Cody’s vial and handed it to him. Yeah, he wants me out of these shorts, Cody thought. Can’t wait to feast his eyes on my cock.
Cody stepped in front of him to get to the other chair and their bodies brushed together, and he noticed that the guy didn’t budge back an inch. Cody peeled his shorts down and kicked them off and sat down with his legs splayed wide, his big cock lolling out over his balls. He could see out of the corner of his eye, the guy looking at him; saw him lick his lips. Cody focused on the TV screen as he pulled on his cock to get it hard. Jason sat in the next chair, his legs spread out and his foot accidentally touched Cody’s calf.
“No problem, it’s pretty close quarters in here for two,” Cody said. It really was no problem. He was thinking about what Janie had said about the guy helping him out, so she must know something. He wasn’t sure what that meant but he as anxious to find out. Whatever it was, he didn’t mind. The guy wasn’t so hard to look out. He was damned good-looking, in fact; tall and lean, pretty well hung himself. He had a good handful of hard, thick cock he was working on.
“It must take a long time to get that much blood pumped down to that thing,” Jason remarked casually with a side-glance at Cody working his cock.
“That, and I’m not getting particularly turned on by this video,” Cody said. That was partly true, but more, he wanted to establish that he wasn’t gay, just because he’d came into the room with another guy.
“I can change it,” Jason said as he started to rise up out of his chair.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll manage,” Cody said. He laughed. “At least then I’ll be able to say I’ve seen a gay video.” Actually, he wanted to watch the video, and actually, he wanted to see what Jason might offer in the way of assistance. He was thinking blowjob, but there were strict rules against using oral sex to make the deposit. They said the bacteria in the mouth could contaminate the sperm. That would be a pretty expensive blowjob if the clinic rejected his sperm.
“Want me to help you out with that?” Jason asked, then, offering his hand to Cody without touching him.
Cody hesitated then removed his own hand. “Okay, sure, if you want to.”
“Someone else’s hand always feels better; you might finish quicker,” Jason said as he wrapped his hand around Cody’s rubbery cock. “My Godd, this almost takes two hands. I can’t even get my hand around it,” he exclaimed softly.
“Yeah, I have that problem, too,” Cody joked.
Jason pulled and squeezed the huge cock, exploring its incredible size, and Cody could feel it coming to life.
“You’re right about somebody else’s hand,” he said as they both watched his cock growing. “I might not be in any rush to finish.”
“Is this all natural, or did you do anything special to get it this big?” Jason asked.
“Only thing I ever did as jack off a lot, if that has anything to do with getting it bigger,” Cody said. “You’re not small yourself,” he observed, and was immediately embarrassed that he had even noticed, let alone verbalized it.
Jason smiled. “You’ve embarrassed yourself. You don’t normally go around noticing other men’s endowments.”
“Well, if I do, I sure as hell don’t normally tell them,” Cody declared.
“Well, thanks for the compliment,” Jason said.
“You’re welcome for the compliment. I meant it, by the way. You’re hung pretty good.”
“I’ve been using the pill and the patch,” Jason said.
“No shit, Is it working?”
“Well, it got your attention,” Jason said with a smile.
“I mean, how much have you added?”
“It’s taking forever but about an inch, so far. I wasn’t a midget before, but my cock always lacked the meatiness to hang down and swing around like the studs in the locker room.”
“Well, I’ll bet you’ve got plenty of hang and swing now,” Cody said.
“You are so kind.”
“Naw, I think I’ve just shed some inhibitions, discovering it don’t make you gay to notice another guy’s cock.”
“I suppose that depends on how you notice,” Jason said. “I believe you’re safe; you’re not drooling over mine the way I am over yours.”
Cody blinked and smiled, surprised, then laughed softly at the guy’s bold remark.
“My Godd!” Jason gasped then as he pressed the ring of his thumb and forefinger into Cody’s pubes, making his cock stand tall and free. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big cock! And you didn’t have to do a dam thing to get it that way. I’m jealous as hell. What your father must look like!”
“He’s pretty big, too, but I’m bigger,” Cody said.
“Ohh, Goddd, this is just too beautiful for words,” Jason cooed as he worked his hand up and down the towering meat. “I’ll bet you shoot a big load.”
“Enough, I guess; they keep asking me to come back,” Cody said.
“I can hardly wait to see it. But let’s not rush, okay. I would like to be here for a while.” He turned in his chair then got out of it and went to his knees between Cody’s legs. “Don’t worry, I won’t take it in my mouth; I just want to worship you.”
“Well, that’s hardly necessary,” Cody said, embarrassed.
“Oh, but it is, for me,” Jason said. “I’m a muscle worshipper and when I see such a magnificent body as yours with such an incredible cock, I have to be on my knees paying homage, if I’m allowed.”
“Well, you’re allowed. Worship away,” Cody told him.
“Look, I won’t take it in my mouth, but could I just lick it for you, up and down the shaft and all around the head?”
“Yeah, I reckon that would be all right,” Cody agreed. He laid back and slouched down to watch the studly guy pay homage to his cock. He said he was interested in his body, but his attention was on his cock. After a while there was a knock on the door.
“Is everything all right in there?”
“Right as rain,” Cody replied. Then, “We’d better finish this; they may be needing the room.”
Jason continued stroking and licking is cock but there was only so much he could do to try to get him off. Suddenly Cody grabbed his head.
“Fuck it! Open up,” he growled as he guided the man’s open mouth to his cock. “You’ve got me so hot…..suck it!”
“MMnnnnnn!” Jason groaned as he gobbled the quivering cock.
Cody didn’t let him go. He forced him down on his cock as he thrust up into his mouth.
“Damn, fucker, don’t stop!” he groaned a few minutes later.
“Uhhnnn! Awnnhh!” Jason groaned as the deluge suddenly flooded his mouth. He chocked and gagged but Cody was relenting in getting his satisfaction. Finally, he slouched back in the chair, his chest heaving.
“Geezuss,” Jason swore, wiping his mouth with his hand as he gulped down the last of the warm, thick cum.
“Yeah, pretty awesome,” Cody said. “So were you.” Drained, he stood and began doing up his clothes. That’s when he noticed the streaks of cum on the floor.
Jason looked up at him, embarrassed. “Yeah, awesome,” he said.
Cody let himself out and went up to the desk.
“Where’s your vial?”
“Didn’t need it.”
“Oh? This is a first.”
“First time I had help,” Cody said. “Not a good idea. The other guy’s going to be walking out with my deposit. Most expensive non-deposit I ever made.”
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