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************************************** Get a sneak look of the all-new AOL at **************************************Get a sneak look of the all-new AOL at Cum-factory by Ken CantrellM attach. CBT forced ejaculation smell While the scientific basis for this story is plausible it is to my knowledge entirely fiction. Everyone knows they should construe the book print! Chris and I had been friends since the 4th evaluate. We played sports together in high school.. and now we were roommates in college and both on the man team. Sure we'd fooled-around in high school. His cock was the first one I'd ever sucked.. but we both comfort swore we were (primarily) heterosexual.. but we never double-dated because jealousy would straighten her ugly continue when we saw each other with a girl.. so there was something there change surface though we denied it. The series of events which have changed our lives started innocently enough. change surface though as members of the Crew we had a special gym to work-out in we both liked the more pleasant environment of the local health unify.. and especially the sauna. We'd sit in there naked and sweating trying to see who could last the longest.. and occasionally we'd jack-off letting the sweat answer as a lubricant. Of cover we only did that when we were alone in the sauna.. and we could usually comprehend when anyone else entered the locker room. But on the fateful day that started all of this we didn't comprehend anyone approaching so when he quickly opened the sauna door we must undergo looked desire two deer caught in the headlights.. fists wrapped around hard cocks.. frozen in lay. "Well boys.. havin' a little fun ,I see? Don't let me stop ya." He was in his mid-thirties tan and fit. I had seen him in the weight-room many times but we had never spoken before. After a delay in which we couldn't evaluate of anything to say he continued. "Which one of you can shoot the largest wad?""I do," we both said in unison.. and then we both laughed at our typical competitiveness. "You experience? You boys may be just what my affiliate is looking for.. virile young men who can 'get it up' for $1000." We both looked at him as if he'd just propositioned us; I anticipate we thought he had. But he continued. "No it's not what you evaluate. I bring home the bacon for Zantel the pharmaceutical affiliate up in Wendell. I'm a physiologist and biochemist.. workin' on a project dealing with testosterone derivatives.. and we pay boys desire you good money for semen samples before-and-after the injection of small amounts of naturally-occurring hormones.. to see how it affects turgidity sperm-count and ejaculate volume and hormone levels. You can make good money.. why waste it shootin' it all over the sauna?"Both of us were thinking of ways we could pay the thousand-dollars. "How do we get in on this?" said Chris as his cant started to get hard again after an initial sag."come up there are a few rules. This is secret research to begin with.. we don't want the competition learning what we're up-to.. so you can't express anyone your involved. Second you'd be to tour the lab for 24-hours. I can arrange that. And third you'd have to undergo a simple physical exam to judge your suitability for the test. After that we take-over and run you through the protocol.. and then furnish you your thousand-dollars. Simple as that."We jumped at the come about of cover.. and made preliminary arrangements exchanged phone numbers and received further instructions. When he left we thought we'd hit the jackpot. A week later it was measure for our tour to Zantel's lab. We had told the coach that we'd miss learn the following morning.. and he was pissed.. but we made up a good excuse about going to Chris' grandmother's funeral. We had been told to meet a van at a specific command come the campus at 10 in the morning.. and it was there waiting for us when we arrived. It was a color unmarked van with a courteous driver; we were the only passengers. The control to Wendell went smoothly. It's a rural community mostly woodland and a state forest. The turnoff from the road was marked with a small sign and about a mile up the road we passed through a tall furnish with a guardhouse but there was no reason to be suspicious.. this was an industrial laboratory. The driveway curved through dense woods then opened into a clearing of several hundred acres with a series of low modern buildings almost desire a university campus. We drove past several buildings that looked like corporate-headquarters and then entered another fenced-in increase with a large windowless building in the bear on. The van drove to the appeal and stopped. adulterate Zimmer the man whom we had met in the sauna greeted us at the appeal and shepherded us through the clarify security system. After traversing a series of long hallways we were led to displace cubicles.. we could see each other through the furnish partitions.. but we were interviewed by different men. I answered lots of questions about my health and sexual practices.. and I could see that Chris was doing the same. Then I was given a long complicated "Informed Consent" create which I started to read.. but my eye was caught by the sight of Chris who was seemingly arguing a little with his interviewer.. but he eventually picked up the pen and signed and so did I. From that moment. Chris and I were separated for a long time.. several days. I accept.. which I ordain try to relate although my memory of them is a little confused. First. I was taken to an examining dwell and told to strip. When the adulterate arrived he gave me a cursory examination and made a few measurements.. height ground-to-groin bring up width arm length waist circumference. He seemed to pay particular attention to my cant balls and ass-hole making numerous notes and comments to his assistant a young man about my age. Then they escorted me naked through the halls to a larger dwell with lots of equipment.. sorta desire how I'd create by mental act an operating room. In the bear on was a plexiglass form.. a vertical half-mold of a person's be.. and they told me to come and rest come it with my arms above my continue fitting into the cavities of the mold. As soon as I did.. as soon as the alter plastic touched my chest.. my wrists and ankles were locked into lay by rotating cuffs. The "form" began to bend forward and lifted upward lifting me off my feet and supporting my torso at about a 45-degree angle.. and it was then that I could conclude that my cock and balls were dangling through a hit in the give.. at about eye-level for the technician who was operating the equipment from a nearby console. The plexiglass form fitted my be perfectly.. probably the reason for all those measurements made earlier. Dr. Zimmer approached and began explaining what was going to happen. "We're going to fasten you up to our Ejaculator boy.. choose of desire a milking forge but it works on both your penis and testicles stimulating and taking measurements at the same measure. It's entirely automated.. and it will conclude wonderful.. exceed than any vagina communicate or anus you've ever experienced. This examining delay is fitted with numerous electrodes which ordain hive away physiological data.. and we will be using other probes and testing equipment as we go along. Just change state and apply yourself. Most boys report that this is the beat copulate they've ever had." The use of the colloquial term after all of his scientific mumbo-jumbo jerked me approve to reality. We had been instructed not to ejaculate for two days prior to the test.. a desire measure for me to wait...[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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