Date: Tue, 24 May 2011 15:45:15 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Tickle Machine, Part Two" by Jay Roberts     Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy

I stood looking down at the seemingly zonked Bobby Boi.  What a sight.  He
was beefy in a hot way, slabs of muscle covered with baby smooth pink white
skin.  And those thighs, full, hairless balloons.  He had a big ball sac,
like a baseball and it held his blunt, short cock at an angle that must
always show in his crotch.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked stupidly.  How could he be waiting for a
test he didn't even know, but he answered me in a small, little boy voice,
"Yes, I good, Sir."

"Sir?"  What the fuck?

I better get on with this.  I pressed click one and he immediately got a
stiff erection.  That thick blunt cock was longer than I thought as it
snaked up out of the nest it had in his soft round ball sac.

"You goin' to play the tickle game, Daddy?"

Whoa, where did that come from.  I guess he has a history of tickling from
his youth.

His big bland football face lit up and he looked like a five year old.
Those full lips pulled up in the corners and he looked cute as hell.  He
had thick planks of chest muscles and toward the side of each a pick areola
with a large nipple.  Those nipples were thrust out now in mini erections
and his hand strayed to them to pleasure himself.  What a guy!

His meaty feet were curled even more when I moved the switch to position
number two and his cock seemed to be flexing wildly.  Hey, Bobby is having
too much fun.  He ought to pay us.  His smile had broadened into a mask of
pain/pleasure.

I oughtn't to have done it but I moved the switch to number three.  Perhaps
I was going to harm him but that big boy in front of me seemed to want it.
As soon as I heard the click, I saw his hips thrust up.  I thought he was
going to ejaculate, but to my shock, his piss slit opened up and his penis
emitted a tall, thick yellow stream and it fell back to wet his big body.
The fountain continued for a long time and I quickly got dry and moist
towels to repair the damage.

When the stream lessened and then stopped, his eyes closed and believe it
or not, he fell into a deep sleep, even snoring loudly.  I turned off the
machine and blotted him dry, then rubbed him clean with the damp towel.  I
was able to extinguish the strong smell of urine.  The guy must have had
asparagus for lunch.  He was sleeping like a baby and I covered him and
went to the lab desk and worked on my notes for the two kids that I had
examined so far.

Suddenly his head popped up.  "How'd I do?"

"You were a good subject.  You can get dressed now.  Here is your envelop
with the fee."  .  He smiled broadly and when dressed, grabbed my hand in
his big jock hand and shook vigorously and then was gone.

My next "guest" was Chas.  As soon as he strode into the room I knew he was
going to be different.  Chas was a six footer, slim with dark curly hair
and dark blue eyes under heavy untrimmed eyebrows that gave a powerful
gaze.

He was a hairy kid.  When he undressed he had a nice growth of chest hair
and his public hair was luxuriant, going from hip to hip and nearly
obscuring his prick.  Both legs were swirled with hair, particularly his
lower legs.

When he was undressed, he lay on the Gurney, fixing me with a sardonic
look.  "You like looking at naked boys Jeff, don't you?  I can see your
eyes sparking.  You find me sexy?"

I managed to muster my professionalism.  "Chas, please be still.  Now this
test will not hurt you.  Some of the subjects found it quite stimulating.
As it becomes increasingly intense, let me know when to stop."

He seemed to tense his body and lock his muscles in preparation for the
unknown.  At position number one his face relaxed but his body remained
tight.  I noticed a slight stirring in his penile area as his organ
thickened but did not rise yet.

"Okay?" I asked.  He merely nodded slightly.

As the second click he jumped slightly and I could see his feet curl as he
braced himself.  The corners of his mouth turned slightly but I wouldn't
designate it as a smile.  He was under supreme control.

Through a tight mouth and a bit strangled voice he said, "Why don't you get
naked too, it's only fair."

Where did that come from?

What a powerful personality this pre4tty boy had.  His request seemed
logical to my increasingly besotted mind.  I was wearing easy to doff
clothes and in a moment I stood naked and on bare feet.  His narrowed
slitty eyes took in my blond curly hair and smooth skin as well as my now
stiff cock.  He smiled as best as he could with his heavy control of
himself.

"Give me more," Chas hoarsed out authoritatively.

Wow, this might be dangerous, but I remembered that I had given him
position #2 and there was still safety until much higher.  I went to three
and his face looked surprised.  Then, as I watched in amazement, his hairy
legs began to rise up and back until his knees were near his ears.  This
position exposed his very hairy area between his trim ass cheeks.  Now his
ass hole, a hairless oasis, pink rimmed was winking at me.

"Time to fuck me Jeff.  Do your duty before I die on your operating table."

I just had to move forward.  I was in perfect position.  My large cock head
rested against his ass hole but he had closed it off.  I knocked a few
times, then decided he was involuntarily closing.  I took a further risk
and moved to position #4.  Immediately he let out a big laugh and his ass
opened to my cock.

I slid in.  It felt fabulous.  Soon I was into a regular fuck.  Chase was
giggling girlishly and moving and shaking and laughing uncontrollably.
This made the fuck even better.  I could see goose bumps running up and
down his chest and belly, between the hairs.  His face was wreathed in a
big smile and he was going into peals of deep laughing that I felt right to
my cock.

Than laughing extra loudly he announced that he was going to spew, and spew
he did, in long arcing deliveries to land as pearls on his hairy body.  He
shook and giggled and shot his cums and it was more than a man could stand.
I froze, then I dribbled, then I shot a big stream to join his spooge.
Soon he was covered with our mutual jisms.

I turned off the Tickle Machine and he gradually reverted to his serious,
controlled mien.

I handed him the envelop.  I wish I could have added my add "tip" for the
good time I had, but alas, I am just a poor, graduate student.

Back at the lab I found the Prof fussing with some experiment.  "Professor,
I finished the field tests and I have my report here."

He waved me away, "Forget about the tickling.  The government is not
interested.  They say we would be laughed at."

"Naturally, but I....."

He cut me off.  "My new assassination method is completed.  It involves
putting deadly poison on mosquito stingers.  A non traceable act and with
natural appearance.  Problem is that I can;t figure a way of testing it."

"Yeah," I said, then excused myself to find Chas.  I noted that the
professor failed to ask me to return the device and I had a whole college
of boys to play with.


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