Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 21:14:26 -0400 From: J T <jt21204@gmail.com> Subject: comealive cum collection service 2 Preston was home from practice when his best friend Gary opened the front door and walked in at just after 6:00 PM. They exchanged a few words as Gary set his workout bag on the couch. "How's the right arm, Pres?", Gary asked. "Decent, but the meds they put me on aren't helping," Preston answered. "How's Becca?" "Decent", Gary smiled. Becca was the latest beauty in Gary's world. Gary headed into his best friend's bedroom and on into the bathroom. He opened the shower door and turned on the water, a little warmer than his normal shower temperature. He shucked off his work clothes and stepped into the shower stall, quickly rinsed himself off and then took the nozzle hanging from the showerhead and inserted it into his ass. He turned the handle slowly letting himself fill with the warm water. Then he pulled the nozzle from his ass and sprayed the shower floor. He repeated this process twice more, the warm clear water squirting from his anus onto the shower floor. "I'm ready, Pres", Gary called, turning off the shower and stepping out of the shower stall. He dried himself of as Preston came into the room. Gary turned and positioned himself at the sink. Preston took the large plastic syringe from the drawer, inserted it into the pint-sized container and pulled back the plunger. Approximately a third of the creamy liquid sucked up into the syringe. Preston pulled back Gary's left ass cheek wide and inserted the syringe, loading his best friend with the cum of a few dozen men. He repeated twice to empty the container as much as possible. "You good, Gary?", Preston asked. "Yup" Both men pulled on running shorts, slipped on shoes and left the condo. Once on the street they took a route determined long ago, catching up on the day's events, latest from the league, and Becca's latest money-dropping shopping spree. It would take the full 6 mile run to warm the cum inside Gary to 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit, body temperature, and the temperature nature intended semen to be. Cum at this temperature was easy to eat. Preston and Gary had perfected the method to heat and eat the cum his cousin provided over time. Cum was best within a few degrees of body temperature. The difficulty was heating cum slowly and organically to the proper temperature. Once back in the condo, Gary stripped off his shorts over his running shoes, leaving them on, more habit than anything. Preston used the remote to turn on ESPN to give Gary some entertainment for the next ten or so minutes. Gary took his position laying over the leather ottoman on his stomach and watched the TV for the latest baseball scores. Preston spread his best friend's ass cheeks and licked the cum already dripping from Gary's anus. Once the leakage had been eaten, Preston began to tongue Gary's shiny wet hole. Gary pushed, very lightly and began to spray the warm cum into Preston's mouth. Preston gulped to keep up with the flow. He could feel Gary's cock harden, pressed between the ottoman and his chin and he smiled to himself. Gary tried to suppress his moans. Preston pushed his lips against the warm anus and swallowed the body-temperature cum spraying from his best friend's belly as quickly as he could; Gary pushed the last remaining jizz from his ass as Preston pushed his tongue inside his friend to get the last remaining drops. Preston kicked off his running shorts and used them to wipe Gary's ass crack dry. Gary and Preston had been close for 3 years now, Gary thought of Preston as his brother, the two inseparable since playing in the minor leagues together. Gary's elbow had canceled his sports career and pushed him into stock trading. Preston had gotten Gary into cum-eating back then, and the two had tried many methods to perfect the now nightly ritual. A few times a week, Gary had the pleasure of feeding Preston directly, jacking off to the point of orgasm while Preston's face stared at the head of his dick, inches from it, ready to lap the cum off the head and shaft. There was no doubt at all on the benefits of consuming the semen Preston did. Preston's muscle growth and injury recover was impressive. The nutrients the cum provided were key to Preston's baseball performance. Gary called Becca while Preston started grilling a four pieces of chicken in the kitchen. After Gary made a salad, they headed for the living room, already laughing about the latest MLB upset game from the previous night while they ate. Preston sat on the couch still in his running shoes, his dick flopped over his balls swinging and bouncing as he laughed. Gary sat on the ottoman, his balls on the cool leather, wearing only his sneaks. After dinner they had a couple beers watching and caught portions of three games. At exactly 11:00, both headed to the bedroom and kicked off their shoes. Each slipped under the covers and Preston killed the lights with a remote. Gary rubbed Preston's sore shoulder and listened for his best friend to start breathing heavily. Back in Henderson, Joe tasted the cum in the container his younger brothers had handed him. It was still warm, the brothers still breathing heavily. He counted out $48 and pushed it across the table. "What are you guys gonna get, new game controllers?" he asked. Jacob nodded for both brothers. Joe pulled out two cards and carefully recorded updates, indicating the payments and cum amounts from Jacob and James. Before Joe could close the garage door and shut down for the night, Daniel Jarvis, one of the best plumbers in town walked in. "Joe, got a minute?" he said. "Sure Mr. Jarvis, looking to sell some cum?" "Yeah, Joe. I've been saving up for almost a week, should have a big wad for ya." Joe closed the garage door. He grabbed a clean container from the shelf and sat back down. Daniel Jarvis stepped directly in front of Joe. Joe pulled down his zipper on the coveralls and pulled out a plump pink dick. He smiled, licked his lips, pulled the dick into his mouth and started sucking, the container ready in his hand.