Date: Sat, 8 May 2004 21:59:12 -0400
From: Dennis <sonatina47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr.Lerner's Spa Part 4

Warning: Some of the sex techniques in this story involve invasive
procedures that could result in bodily harm and are given for illustrative
purposes only.

Continued: The taste of the drink lingered on my tongue as Steve and I
returned to our room following lunch for a few hours of free time to spend
as we saw fit until the pool party scheduled for six o'clock. Being both a
little drowsy we decided to take a siesta and maybe explore some of the
winding paths that surrounded the spa before getting ready for the pool
party at six o'clock.  As I stripped off my scrubs pants I was pleased to
find that the swollen doughnut caused by the pump had diminished, leaving
only a pleasingly plump cock that I was frankly proud of.  Steve noticed it
too.

	"Lookin' good," he grinned. "In fact good enough to eat."

	Even when soft the bulge in his pants would be the envy of any
bullfighter. And the fact that he found me a turnon made my mouth go dry in
anticipation.  It seems the sexiest men are often unaware (or may pretend
to be)of their physical attraction. I think this was true of Steve, while a
guy like Ric - while undeniably gorgeous- had the air of a head waiter who
found few patrons worthy of his attention.  "Me first," I said dropping to
my knees before him. He stepped closer. His swollen cockhead was inches
from my mouth.  I studied it in detail, taking in the dimpled slit that
already evidenced a trace of precum, the thin foreskin partly retracted,
and the network of veins branching down to their roots buried in his pubic
forest. I probed the pee slit with my tongue and was rewarded with precious
drops of its clear nectar, already tinged with the fruity flavor of the
experimental drink. Such a tease couldn't satisfy me any more than an
alcoholic could be content with one sip of a drink. I engulfed his cock
with my mouth and pushed down until I felt the pear shaped head fill my
throat... squeezing and coaxing it to release it precious milk.

	Without saying a word he suddenly pulled me off and lifted me onto
the bed. Side-to-side in a 69 position, with heads between legs and cocks
embedded in mouths we sucked each other ferociously.  Our prostates must
have spasmed simultaneously, churning their juices into a froathy drink to
quench our thirst. As the first globs of cum gushed into my throat I
squeezed his balls to pump out every drop of the aromatic liquid.  Then,
pulling back slightly, I let it fill my mouth, savoring its fruity
taste. Whether it was the power of suggestion or the flavorings in the
drink, nothing had ever tasted so good.  I became an instant addict. Steve
swung around and kissed me.  We exchanged mouthfuls of cum and held it
before swallowing.  "Holy shit!" he said as we caught our breath.  "Never
tasted a mixed drink like that before.  Wonder what the doc put in it."

"One part you, one part me, and one part his secret elixir.  I wonder if
the other guys have tried it."

He stretched himself back on the bed with arms behind his head. "Wouldn't
be surprised if we had a cocktail party later," he said.  "Maybe every one
has a different flavor.  Yours reminded me of banana cream pie."

I leaned over and cleaned his still cum moist cock with my tongue.  Um, I
think yours is tutti fruiti and could go for a second helping."

"You'll have to wait for the next delivery," he replied tossling my hair.

	"No problem," I said grinning up at him.  "I'll work up an
appetite."

	With a few hours to kill before the pool party Steve offered to
show me the rest of facilities.  I suggested we invite John and Tom, who
were also first timers at the spa and occupied the adjacent room. We
slipped into our scrubs and went into the hallway.

	John replied to my knock and opened the door with a grin on his
face and a cylinder pump attached to his cock.  It must have been on for
some time since it was almost fully packed with both his penis and balls.
"Been practicing," he said giving the pump a tug.

	"A real attention-getter," Steve said. "We thought your guys might
want to join us. I'm giving Dan a tour of the place."

	"That's good of you," he replied, "but Tom is in the middle of a
stretching exercise." He pointed to a bed similar to ours on which Tom was
sitting with legs spread apart and a length of steel sound protruding from
his slit.  John explained that Jose had given him a larger sound to play
with and that he was making progress.

	"Hi guys," John said as we entered the room. His expression was
more of determination than pleasure.  I noticed that the sound had gone
beyond the first critical inch and bulged the dorsal tube of his semi-erect
cock.

	"Give it a little twist," Steve offered. "Let it screw itself in,
but don't push. Once your cock gets used to it it will gobble it up. The
steel sounds are heavy enough to slide right down without any help."  Tom
worked his his fingertips along both sides of his cock, causing it to fully
harden...and sure enough the sound the sound descended by itself. He gave a
sigh of satisfaction as the tube swelled all the way to his balls.  "God it
feels good," he moaned, "like getting a blow job inside out.  Never knew
what I was missing."



	"Don't let yourself cum," Steve continued. "Pull it out, take a
break, then try it again.  It's always better to insert it when you're
soft...less chance of damage."

	"You talk like an expert," John observed while deflating his
pump. It took some twisting to remove it from his swollen ball sack and
sausage-like cock.

	"I learned that on my first visit here.  I think we should leave
you guys do some more practicing...but save your loads for later if you
can.  Be more fun that way."

	"Okay...and thanks," Tom said holding the sound triumphantly.

	We left them and made our way to a back door that opened onto a
delivery area behind the spa.  A van stenciled "Verduras y frutas" stood
near the entrance to what was obviously the kitchen. As we approached a
young Mexican guy came from the kitchen and was zipping up his fly.  He
grinned at us and climbed into the van.

	"I wonder what he was delivering," I said.

	"Probably the milkman," Steve laughed.

	His remark wasn't far off target.  As the van pulled away we
approached the open kitchen door and heard voices from within... the
unmistakable accents of Dr. Lerner and Harry Postwick.

	"An excellent specimen and rather plentiful I'd say." It was Harry.

	"Yes indeed," replied Dr. Lerner.  "Paco has the sperm capacity of
a well-bred bull and has been most generous in sharing his production."

	The image of the delivery boy zipping his fly flashed in my mind.
I'm sure Steve had the same thought as our curiosity got the better of
us. We entered the kitchen and found Dr. Lerner holding up a test tube half
filled with a white liquid.  He turned around and saw us.  Whether or not
he was surprised at seeing us was hard to tell. He did, however, seem to
welcome an audience.

	"Come in," he said. "We've been refining an experiment I've worked
on for some time.  Harry has agreed to be the first test subject.  If he
has no objection you may watch the procedure."

	Harry looked at us and with a wink said: "No objection.  Always
good to have witnesses in case something goes wrong."

	Ignoring the remark Dr. Lerner placed the test tube in a pot of
water on the stove.  "I want to keep the specimen just above body
temperature," he said. "Then I'll infuse it with essence of orchid obtained
from a colleague in Jalapa who is a specialist in orchid culture."  He then
took a hypodermic syringe, withdrew some fluid from an ampule, and injected
into the warm test tube. "This is a sperm sample donated by Paco, the young
man you may have seen leaving here a few minutes ago," he explained.

	"You're gonna flavor his cum with orchids?" Steve asked rather
bluntly.

	"Infusion is the word," Dr. Lerner replied. "But in this case
instead of mixing it into a drink I will inject it directly into the
prostate to see if its chemical components can be directly absorbed into
prostatic tissue, thus leaving a marker for future sperm production."  He
then withdrew the test tube and emptied its contents into a syringe
equipped with a clear plastic nozzle about six inches long.  Harry lowered
his pants and sat on a butcher block table. With a few tugs he retracted
his foreskin to expose a plum shaped head that already drooled a few drops
of precum.

	"Just relax," Dr.Lerner instructed as he inserted the nozzle into
his pee slit. He then pushed the plunger, forcing Paco's orchid infused
sperm into his urethra. We watched in fascination as the white fluid
emptied from the syringe. Harry winced for a moment as the concoction
pushed through his balls and entered his prostate. Then a sigh of relief as
Lerner withdrew the empty nozzle and said: "Now you and our friend Paco
have truly bonded.  Tonight he will have a chance to retrieve your infused
sperms and taste the rewards of what I hope will be a successful
experiment."  Then, seeing the dreamy expression on Harry's face he asked:
"Are you feeling any discomfort Harry?"

	"Just a mild tingling in the prostate," he said getting off the
table. "I feel like a have to pee."

	"Do a few kegels," Dr. Lerner advised.  "By squeezing your muscles
you'll increase the absorbtion. I'll give you some argenine tablets to
accelerate your sperm production and in a few hours will take a sample by
mouth."

	We thanked them for letting us watch the experiment and took our
leave.  Once outside Steve asked me: "What the hell do you think he meant
by taking a sample by mouth?"

	"That's Lerner's way of saying he was going to give Harry a blow
job."

	"I wonder if it will taste like orchids. Me...I'll go for the
banana cream pie any time."

	"Thanks," I said.  "I don't think I like the idea of a direct
transfusion, especially when the drink seems to work fine.  Maybe I'll add
a little chocolate syrup to go with your banana cream pie."

	We spent the next hour exploring the meandering paths behind the
spa complex. At several places we found small clearings surrounding erotic
sculptures highlighted by streams of sunlight that filtered through the
canopy of trees. I thought about Harry's slide show of primitive cultures
and phallic worship, wondering if Dr. Lerner might be a reincarnation of an
ancient shaman. If his orchid concoction were to prove successful he'd
certainly make a fortune selling it, yet I don't think that was his
motivation. He'd said that sexual enhancement was as much psychological as
physiological. In only two days at the spa I'd become aware not only of my
own maleness but of the other guys, finding beauty in an intricate pattern
of chest hair, the play of shadow and light on a smooth torso, the hidden
treasure enrobed in a foreskin, the naked bulb of a circumsized penis and
the tantalizing bulge in a thong or pants.

	"Penny for your thoughts," Steve said interrupting my reverie as we
reached a clearing.

 A nude sculpture stood in the center. It displayed a rather small penis
and an enormous pair of balls, but what caught my attention was its
eyes...half open as if in meditation. "I was just thinking," I answered.
"Do you get the feeling we're in some kind of religious shrine?"

	"Maybe this guy's praying for a larger cock," he replied, more
serious than in jest I think.  He reached out and touched the stone
cock. "St. Prick," he added. "Got balls though.  Can't have everything."

	I stood behind him putting my arms around him while pressing
against his firm butt. "This is more than enough," I crooned into his ear.

	Taking hold of my hands he said in a half whisper: "Yeah it is for
me too."

	When we got back to our room the TV screen came to life announcing
a Twilight Pool Party at which we were to wear white hooded robes that had
been set out on the bed along with silver cock rings inscribed
"Dr. Lerner's Spa."

	"On your third visit you get a gold one," Steve informed me.

	I picked up the ring and studied it. "I have one at some," I said,
"but it snaps on. How in hell do you get it on?"


That's easy," he said.  "You have to put it on before your get hard.  First
you pull some scrotal skin into the ring and push a ball through it; then
the other.  The tricky part is to slide your cock through while still
soft. You'll stay harder longer."

	"How do I get it off?" I asked.

	"Same way you got it on. You have to wait until your dick is soft,
then push it under the ring followed by the balls."

	"Too late," I said,observing my hardening cock.

	"A cold shower will take care of that," he replied.


	He was right about the shower. The ring went on easily and pushed
my basket forward. Beneath a pair of boxer shorts it would create a nice
bulge in my pants.  But that could wait for my return to New York. We took
turns on the bidet and were squeeky clean inside and out when we put on our
robes and headed for the pool party.