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Subject: {ASSM} That Spring by Master Bey Shaun 5/6 (mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 06:10:03 -0400
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"That Spring" by Master Bey Shaun-A Psychological Study- 5/6
(mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or 
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or 
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.





5.

The morning after I had received my first, fantastic blowjob from Claire, 
Jeff came over around ten; and as he was slipping my big dick and balls out 
to begin working on them, he told me of his new idea. He had again opened my 
belt and fly, but hadn't pulled my pants down- instead flopping my balls 
over the slightly lowered waistband of my briefs so they were hanging in 
front (as he had begun the previous night before Claire took over), my 
erection sticking straight out. He was sitting in the chair, and had me 
standing right in front of him facing sideways so he had a profile view of 
my size, my equipment at his face level, working on my balls with a very 
light rubbing and fondling; every now and then reaching a hand out to stroke 
the rim of the head.

"I read about something I want to try on you, to see if it works", he said, 
and proceeded to tell me of a technique that was supposed to lead to a truly 
continuous orgasm. He said that it supposedly required up to a month of 
buildup, so he wanted to begin the training right away. As he was saying 
this, the insistent stimulation of his handjob causing a large drop of juice 
that had been building on the tip of my dick to drip slowly to the floor, 
trailing a long shiny string, he told me what would be involved.

He told me that the basic idea was to masturbate me as often, and for as 
long, as possible, but to stop short every time I was about to have a normal 
orgasm, taking me right up to the brink. We would have to finely coordinate 
his doing me with how close I was to coming, but as I was already telling 
him just how his actions were making me feel, as he had trained me to be 
able to do, he thought that would be no problem. He said that it might be 
hard for me at first, but apparently after a few days it would start to feel 
great, and he would be able to keep me right at the brink of coming for 
longer and longer, finally indefinitely.

He had continued to do me, now slowly pulling the skin on my shaft up over 
the thick rim on my head and back again, with his thumb and three fingertips 
in a regular rhythm, still doing my balls with his other hand; and we talked 
about his plan as my arousal was steadily building.

(At this point in our strange relationship I had become completely compliant 
with his wishes: the sexual ecstasy that he would produce in me was 
overpoweringly seductive; and I was totally addicted to it. I had gotten to 
the point where as soon as I felt my dick being released from my underwear 
and saw it rising between us, I might as well have been coming already: as 
for him, he seemed equally addicted to watching my large organs being jacked 
off. My addiction had nothing to do with him; the fact of his being a male 
became meaningless to me: I was completely addicted to the drug of sex, and 
he was supplying me.  Otherwise, in my life I had no particular access to 
sexual contact with any girls (other than Claire), and no prospects, while 
here I had been being given the most satisfying sexual releases over and 
over, right in my back yard, and I didn't even have to go out of my way to 
get it; there was no contest. As for Claire, she had made it plain that she 
was unavailable to me, except through her participation in our sessions, and 
that when she wanted; so even there my best shot at contact with her was 
acquiescing in my present situation; and what a situation!)

Suddenly, I could feel the steady surge of fluid in my balls that meant he 
was making me come, and I told him; He stopped his jacking immediately, took 
his hands away from my now-throbbing hardon, and told me to try to relax 
every muscle in my groin completely. I tried this, and sure enough, I felt 
the impending orgasm slowly recede. We just stood there quietly letting the 
tension dissipate, watching a stream of slightly milky cream flowing from 
the tip of my dick to the floor. We talked about me dealing with concealing 
my hardon since it wouldn't have the de-pressurization of coming, but as we 
talked, we could see that it was already drooping slightly, and would 
apparently shrink to its soft size after a while with no stimulation.

As part of this new  regimen, he started dropping by the house every few 
hours, or having me over next door, to work me close to coming. I lived 
alone in the house with my elderly parents; I had left high school the 
previous year to stay at home to help with my invalid mother, who spent most 
of the day in her upstairs sitting room; while my dad, who hadn't yet 
retired at that time, was gone all day. Since my tasks around the house were 
minimal, this new schedule was no problem for me to maintain. We quickly 
found that my erection would subside after only a few minutes once he 
stopped doing me, so I could close my pants up and go apparently normally 
about my chores.

We would get together about eight-thirty or nine, in my basement room or in 
his bedroom. He would work on me for about a half-hour, or until I had 
almost come two or three times. For these morning sessions he would usually 
have my pants off and lying back, sometimes with my legs spread, or with 
them tightly together, my balls sitting up between my thighs, and my dick 
squoze even tighter. He would work me strongly at first, concentrating on 
the head of my penis, until my first approach to orgasm; then he would slow 
down, and work my shaft and balls more for the next two close calls. Twice 
during these first sessions of the day I lost it and came; the first time, 
after about three days of our new routine, I was so excited from his expert 
jacking that a huge orgasm came upon me so fast that I had no warning- and 
it was a gusher! Not having come for three days after our previous 
twice-a-day for weeks, a huge load had built up- He had been doing a fast 
two-handed job on my shaft, the top hand not quite reaching my rim, and the 
bottom hand causing my balls to bounce wildly as it pulled the skin up and 
down- and it hit him square in the face! But, like falling off a horse, he 
immediately started me up again, and worked on me patiently until I was 
again about to come, to leave me in the state of constant arousal he was 
aiming for.

Then he would stop by generally in the late morning, and after lunch, and in 
the later afternoon. For these "maintenance" sessions he would usually just 
open my fly and ease my genitals out, including my balls, which hang low 
enough that hanging them out my fly with my erection was no problem. He 
would make me almost come once or maybe twice if I was particularly fast, in 
ten or fifteen minutes, then put it back away in my pants. If he was feeling 
particularly aroused, he would pull my pants down around my knees for a 
better view, and masturbate himself as he did me. He had asked me if it 
would bother me if he was coming  while I wasn't, but it didn't seem to 
interfere in my training, and so for many of our sessions he would 
masturbate until he came while he was doing me- I liked to see him spurting 
come; and since I wasn't, it was a great vicarious thrill.

The first few days were hard; my balls felt an enormous pressure, especially 
since he had had me coming so often and so much just before we started this 
routine. I was very tempted to not tell him when I was peaking and just 
come, but I was completely conditioned to follow his lead by now. My dick 
was constantly swollen and puffy, tingling with a ready excitement; when he 
would take it out for a session, it would almost explode to an incredibly 
stretched, shiny purple fullness. It was oozing constantly, a steady stream 
while he would be doing me, and a light dripping in between; I cut a towel 
into smaller pieces and took to keeping one stuffed in my briefs- the first 
day, before I discovered this, after our second session of the day a large 
stain had appeared on the front of my pants, as if I had wet them.

One night , after about three weeks of this training, he invited me over to 
his house for that day's evening session. We had by then become very good at 
bringing my dick to, & keeping right at, the edge of squirting; my erection 
would be throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably, a steady stream of fluid 
flowing down, for twenty or thirty minutes- and I was in heaven! It was 
indeed like one long orgasm, my whole body burning and tingling 
continuously, my dick stretched to its maximum.

As I went into his bedroom that night, he told me to undress completely, 
which had become usual for our evening sessions, our long one of the day, 
and that he had a little treat for me tonight. He told me that he had been 
keeping Claire appraised of my progress, and tonight she wanted to watch him 
giving me the "endless orgasm".

My penis had of course sprang up to my belly, rock hard and already 
dripping, as soon as he had my pants off; under the pressure of our 
three-week buildup, even when I took it out to pee it would stiffen and 
throb; I walked around most of the day semi-erect, which I had a hard time 
concealing. But when he told me about Claire, I almost came at the thought. 
He told me to follow him into the living room, she wanted to watch us do it 
there.

As I entered their living room behind him, naked, my straining erection 
bouncing as I moved, I stopped suddenly in shock. There, sitting in an 
arranged semi-circle of chairs, was Claire, and four other girls! She spoke 
up and told me not to worry, that these were girlfriends of hers who she had 
told about my big equipment and Jeff's and my masturbation expertise, and 
they were all very eager to see it for themselves.

Now this was a small town, and I knew these girls casually; they had been 
ahead of me in high school by a grade or two, and the shock and confusion of 
being seen like this, being paraded in front of them naked with my huge 
erection bobbing, was totally humiliating! I was horrified to learn that 
anyone outside of our private threesome knew of my great debauchery and 
lust, and of my anatomical generosity. I felt completely exposed and 
vulnerable; the rug had been pulled out from under the feeling of safety 
that had grown in me around our secret sexual conspiracy. Yet at the same 
time, the anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through my whole 
being; and my dick, which had been in a steady state of high arousal for 
weeks, was throbbing and dripping for its evening workout proudly.

They had set up a sort of stage for my performance to be displayed on, two 
ottomans pushed together for me to lie on; and as I was lying back, my legs 
spread, knees hanging over the end, feet on the floor, with my erection and 
balls prominently thrust upward, I could hear the girls exclaiming among 
themselves, amazed at my size, and obviously aroused by the sight. Their 
chairs were spread closely around where I was lying, with a chair behind my 
bed for Jeff to work on me from, which he had now begun to do. He grasped my 
shaft near the base to steady it, and started to work on the ultra-sensative 
spot on the back of my dick just below the head, massaging gently with the 
fingertips of his other hand.

A steady stream of cream was flowing down the front of my dick as it leaned 
slightly forward towards my face, bobbing over my solar plexus. Excited to 
be "showing me off", Jeff dipped a fingertip in the juice on the head and 
rubbed it slowly all over the head and rim, leaving it shiny and slick, then 
raising his finger up to trail a string of the sticky fluid straight up over 
my cockhead, and back down for more smearing; then tapping the hole several 
times with his finger, making bubbles perched on the tip of my dick.  The 
mood in the room was tense with sexual arousal; the girl's voices were muted 
as they talked about what they were seeing. Claire was telling them about 
her having done my dick, and told the others they should feel it. Two of the 
girls got up and came over to me and, one by one, grasped my shaft around 
the middle; their hands couldn't reach much more than halfway around the 
thick shaft. They all commented in awe.

I could feel the juices flowing in my balls warning of an impending orgasm, 
much sooner than usual under the intense stimulation of the handjob coupled 
with the excitement of being watched by strangers in this very compromising 
display; and the girls' touch upon my swollen cock almost sent me over the 
top. Jeff, sensing my arousal, an expert on my sexual states by now, warned 
the girls in time, and reduced his own work to a slow jacking-off motion 
down my shaft- I got through the crisis with no more than a few pulsing 
throbs, fluid now flowing heavily down my cock, pooling in my pubic hair.

Jeff and I now knew we were on the home stretch; we knew from our experience 
over the last few weeks that after my I got over my first near-come, he 
could bring me right to the edge, and keep me there; so he worked my dick 
carefully, I telling him how close we were getting. My erection was 
completely swollen, the skin stretched painfully tight, the head swollen and 
shiny; the whole thing a deep purple-red from the blood congesting it. Its 
skin was stretched so tight that he could only pull up and down on it an 
inch or so, without pulling too painfully on my tight balls; the whole shaft 
shiny-wet from my fluids that Jeff was wiping over the shaft.

I was almost there: I told him I could feel the come building in my balls: 
he slowed slightly, letting it build, until my dick started pulsing as if it 
was coming, but with no ejaculation. This signaled the beginning of our 
spectacle: he jacked me carefully, making it pulse over and over, 
spasmodically: the pulsing would die back, and begin again, under his 
careful masturbation. The clear fluid that had been flowing thickly all down 
my erection was now becoming whitish, as it was mixed with come.

I was in ecstasy. Truly this was a continuous orgasm; the come flowing 
steadily and smoothly from the head of my dick, squirting up very slightly 
when the pulses and throbbing would get particularly strong; but jeff's 
skill kept it from going past the point of no return. It was incredibly 
erotic to see my huge, swollen erection coming and coming; jeff's hardon was 
sticking out of his fly dripping, the girls were starting to masturbate, and 
Claire and her friend next to her had their hands down each others' pants.

Jeff kept working me like this, spurting constantly off and on , for what 
must have been four or five minutes. My erection was throbbing and pulsing 
uncontrollably. The girls were leaning forward out of their chairs, some 
kneeling right by me, to see this amazing sexual behavior up close, eyes 
glazed over in excitement to see my huge tool coming and coming.

I don't know how long this went on- I lost all sense of time , in a trance, 
coming non-stop- Jeff came sometime in the middle of my faux-come, just from 
watching me- the girls looked like they were coming occasionally, all of 
them now fingering each other- Jeff finally wanted to make me actually come, 
and began working me fast and hard with both hands- one of the girls came 
over to help, grasped the shaft above his hands near the head with both 
hands- which picked up the spastic pulsing more and more, until I started 
ejaculating properly. The first stream went over my head, leaving a trail 
all down my front, and soon my chest was dripping with streams of fresh 
come. By the time I was drained, so was everyone else.

Afterward, while I was toweling myself off, the girl who had helped jack me 
off was talking with me, and said she was incredibly turned on by my size, 
and thought that I was "cute", too, and asked me if I had ever fucked a girl 
before, that she would love to try to have my huge rod inside of her...

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