Thirsty Old Men - Chapter 2

The doctor reached back into the jar and pulled out a ‘worm’ with a one-inch diameter. It was nearly six inches long and hung like a limp noodle in his fingers. He dangled it in front Gareth’s eyes. “Can you guess where this is going?”

Gareth wanted to scream, but only more helpless moans escaped him. He felt a lubricated finger on his asshole. The finger swirled around the opening, lightly petting the sensitive ring of muscle. It was Davenport.

“Mmmmmmhhhh,” Gareth moaned as the doctor picked up another tube of that special lube and slipped behind him. He felt the tip slip into his anus and the tube emptied. The lubricant oozed into his rectum, leaving an intense tingling sensation in its wake. His anus twitched uncontrollably in response the weirdly erotic feeling. “Uuuuuuugggghghh!”

Behind him, the doctor lined the end of the ‘worm’ with the center of his anus and pushedlightly. The tip of it slipped in and immediately came into contact with the lube. Instantly, the tip of the worm began to wriggle, the movement causing it to inch in further. As more of it slipped in and more became exposed to the lube, the more aggressive the wriggling became.

“Oh, my, gawwwwwwwwd!” Gareth screamed. “Uggggggghhhh! SHIT!” His ass was so sensitive and the ‘worm’ felt like a long, slimy wet tongue slithering into rectum. He tried to push the worm out, but that only made it more determined to gain access to the depths of his ass. Before he knew it, it was writhing against his prostate vigorously.

Davenport and Marshall watched it disappear into Gareth’s puckered hole until only a half-inch stub poked out, still wriggling, it caused the jock’s asshole to dance between his cheeks.

Dr. Clancy went back to the computer and turned up the Polishing Pump. It went into overdrive, sucking loudly at Gareth’s cock. Since it was bent backwards behind him, Gareth could no longer see his dick, which only seemed to intensify the sensations.

Marshall’s eyes were fixed on Gareth’s churning balls. He licked his lips hungrily at the sight of the smooth skin that contracted and relaxed over his taught sac. “Uncle” he pleaded breathlessly.

“Go for it,” Dr. Clancy smiled.

Marshall didn’t need any more prompting. With a groan, he leapt forward and placed his hands on Gareth’s ass cheeks. His mouth was watering and when his tongue touched the jock’s balls it slid easily over the baby-soft skin. He licked all over the sac, sucking each ball into his mouth and rolling them over his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Not to be outdone, Davenport reached forward and pressed the remaining tip of the ‘worm’ into Gareth’s dancing asshole. He used his fingertip to keep it in and rubbed the puckered ring even as he felt it quivering against his finger.

Gareth’s body was completely stiff, every muscle in his body rigid against the intense pleasure that wracked him. As the tip of the Polishing Pump swirled over his cock head, the cilia on the underside if his dick went from tickling to gripping the chord of muscle. They massaged it, helping to force the flow of pre-cum out of his slit, which was open now in a perfect ‘O’ as it expelled a near constant flood of clear seminal liquid. The tip then went into gripping his head, releasing and contracting to create the most delicious suction. It slurped at the knob loudly.

Gareth’s eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Aaarrrrrrggggghhh,” he growled through clenched teeth. The Capacitor isolated each individual feeling – the slurping suck of the Polishing Pump, the enthusiastic tongue bathing of his ball sac by Marshall, and the wriggling worm up his has with the anal massage of Davenport – and intensified them. Gareth was once again reduced to incoherency. A trail of drool slid from his lips as his eyes became hooded and his body jerked in the restraints.

“He’s ready,” the doctor exclaimed. He jumped up to affix a clear tube to the end of the Polishing Pump. He actually had to take a few swipes at the jock’s twitching member before he was able to grab it.

“Cum, Gareth!” Dr. Clancy shouted once the tube was attached.

Again Gareth’s dick pulsed harder for nearly thirty seconds. The jock screamed in pre-orgasmic pleasure, his body wracked with a series of involuntary spasms.

“UUGGH! UGH! UGGGGHHHH!! AAGGHHHH!! OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

Marshall was still sucking his balls, but Dr. Clancy and Davenport watched as the chord on the underside of Gareth’s dick seemed to inflate, throbbing with doubled intensity. Without warning Gareth’s dick shot thicker and harder and he began to shoot volley after volley of thick white cum into the sucking pump.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHH! AHHH!” he screamed with each spurt, his body jerking in the harness. Even over the noise of his seizing body, they could all hear the splatter of his cum against the silicon sheath. The force of his ejaculation forced to the tip of it to balloon outward each time a gush of cum jettisoned from his piss hole.

Davenport wasn’t able to keep his finger on the jock’s dancing asshole and it soon as it slipped away, the ‘worm’ slid out. But it was still covered in the Nerve Attack lube and wriggled its way almost all the way back in. Gareth’s puckered asshole squeezed back out, but it forced its way back in until he was involuntarily fucking it in and out of his ass, scrubbing its slimy surface over his prostate over and over again.

“Son of a bitch,” Davenport grunted. The sight of Gareth’s ass getting fucked by the ‘worm’ had been enough to send his own hormones into over drive and soon enough the effects of Gareth’s cum had his own dick shooting to attention.

“Success!” Dr. Clancy exclaimed as he noted Davenport’s erection.

He looked down at his crotch and a wide grin broke over his face. His penis was hardening rapidly. When the doctor motioned for him to do so, he reached down and unbuttoned his trousers.
Davenport almost always went commando and today was no different. His fat, veiny cock sprang out from behind the buttons like an angry snake, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was fully erect and about 8 and a half inches long. Both Davenport and the doctor watched in delighted amazement as the swollen dick pulsed a few times and became even stiffer.

“Son of cocksucker!” Davenport laughed. “Look at that motherfucker! Damn it I feel like I’m going to cum just standing here!”

The doctor swiftly moved into action, wheeling over a machine with a series of silver and neon blue buttons and switches. Attached to the top of the machine was a clear hose, which he attached to a clear tube that encased a see-through sleeve. The inner sleeve, made of the same silicone as the Polishing Pump that still sucked away at Gareth’s dick, was soft and pliable. The inside of the tip of the sleeve was covered in small purple bumps. The rest of the sleeve was covered in lines that spiraled down the inside of it. These lines were actually cuts in the silicone that allowed the sleeve to expand and contract when the machine was turned on. The doctor pressed a button on the machine’s top panel and the sleeve began to move up and down within the clear cylinder. The bumps at the top began to vibrate lightly as well.

Davenport, eyes intent on the cylinder, moaned and licked his lips as he watched the machine. He’d begun to jerk his thick meat and as the doctor emptied half a tube of lubricant into the sleeve he pumped a little faster.

“Hey, now,” Dr. Clancy smiled as he snatched Davenport’s hand away from his dick, “Cut that out! We need to collect your first ejaculation after having taken in Prince’s contribution. We’ll measure the quantity, quality, and sperm count in your semen. You’ll also need to let me know how this orgasm feels. There’s a chance that Gareth’s cum may have had some extra endorphins in it, something that’s actually quite common in younger specimens. If it did, you’ll likely experience a more powerful orgasm…”

The doctor stopped talking when he realized that Davenport had stopped listening to him. The man’s eyes were now glazed over and his hips were writhing, pumping his pink mushroom tipped cock closer towards the tube in the doctor’s hand.

“Is this what you want?” Dr. Clancy teased, tipping the cylinder upside down so that some of the lube ran out. He quickly caught it on his index finger and rubbed it on the thick rim of the cylinder’s padded base.

“Yessssssssss,” Davenport hissed absently.

Dr. Clancy was fascinated by Davenport’s response. He had become single-minded in the pursuit of his pleasure, nearly in a trance as he focused on the device that would grant it to him.

“Turn around then and lean forward,” the doctor ordered.

Like an obedient child, Davenport faced away from the doctor and leaned forward. Dr. Clancy pushedthe man’s pants to just below his ass cheeks, and then brought the tube around the where his dick was eagerly waiting. He waited for an intake constriction and when it came he allowed it to slurp Davenport’s dickhead in.

The response was instantaneous. Davenport let out a long, low moan and tipped his head back. His eyes were half closed and Dr. Clancy could only see the whites, so he knew they rolled back into his head. When the tube cycled for another intake, he let it have the whole first half of Davenport’s dick. He let the tube go then, knowing that it would eventually suck its ways to the base of Davenport’s cock.

While the milking machine was busy on his cock, the doctor grabbed the tube of lube and a small prostate massager called an Aneros. He lubed it up, and then used his thumb and index finger to separate Davenport’s ass cheeks. He slowly rubbed the tip of it against Davenport’s asshole before carefully inserting it into his tight, hairy hole.

Davenport grunted as the massager hit bottom, and the doctor watched as his asshole puckered in and out as he gently fucked himself with it, passing it over his prostate repeatedly.

“Uuuuunnnngh!” Davenport moaned, reaching up for the grab bar he’d had placed at that part of the room for just such a purpose. “I’m so close!”

“Let it out, Charles…it wants to come out. I can see your balls tightening up.”
Davenport’s breathing escalated and he hunched forward. He grunted and his eyes widened as his asshole began to twitch uncontrollably, fucking the prostate massager in and out of his ass more rapidly.

“Oh…what’s happening in my ass?!”

Dr. Clancy realized that Davenport should have cum by that point. Then it hit him. ‘What If the effects of The Capacitor are contagious?’ he thought. Without further thought, he shouted to Davenport, “Cum, Charles!”

Davenport clutch on the grab bar tightened and the metal actually bent in his grasp. He squeezed his eyes closed, took a deep breath, and came with a roar. His cum flooded the inner cylinder and after a few short seconds, the force of the flood of semen pushedthe pump off of Davenport’s cock. It shot jet after jet of thick cum into the air and there didn’t seem to be any signs of slowing.

“Urrrrrrrrrgh! Uh! It feels so GOOOOOOODDD!” Davenport cried out.

“What do you feel?” Dr. Clancy asked, grabbing up his note pad to take notes.
Davenport moaned a few more times before he could answer in a quaking voice that was broken by several grunts. “I can feel….it. My…cum…shooting up my cock…I can feel it…licking out of…my piss hole! I can feel…everything! AGH! UGH! UGGGHHHH!!!!!”

Davenport and Gareth screamed in unison as their dicks pumped endless volleys of cum – Gareth’s into the nearly full receptacle at the end of the tube, and Davenports into an ever-expanding puddle on the floor between his feet.

“Looks like we’re going to need another jock, aye Doc?” a voice sounding from the stairs.

Dr. Clancy jumped and so did Marshall, the lower half of his face damp from the attentions he’d still been lavishing on Gareth’s balls.

“Alrik Ericsson,” the man introduced himself, “and I am very intrigued.”

To be continued….
UP NEXT: Gareth’s best friend is roped into the action.