Producers - Part 1

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Danny, Jeff and I had been waiting at home all day for it to get here. I had originally intended to save up my juice, but shortly after noon, watching those studs jerk to the new porn Danny had downloaded had broken my will. Two hours and as many loads later, we heard the knock. I jumped up and ran to my workout shorts, left in a pile in a corner. I pulled them on while jumping on one leg trying to get to the door. Then I tried to yank to door open, only to have the deadlock pull the handle out of my hand.

“Hi Jason.” The UPS guy, a frequent visitor to our house, was about 5’9”, medium build, and had the blackest skin it was possible to have. He also had the long suffering look of someone who was forced to interact with some seriously odd individuals. Like now.

“HiFredcanIsignthatforyou?” I blurted, simultaneously trying to smooth my face, control my breathing, and pull the wedgie out of my ass’s death grip.

Sensing that was was even more high strung today than usual, he wordlessly handed me the clipboard, and then an envelope.

“‘Sup Fred!” I jumped as Jeff’s voice came from right behind me.

“Hey Jeff, you got something for me today?” As Fred’s eyes met Jeff’s a wide grin split his face, matching the grin on Jeff’s.

“I sure do bro!” Jeff handed over a stack of padded envelopes that most definitely did NOT smell like weed. “And here’s your tip.” he added, handing over one more unaddressed envelope.

“Thank you sir! Pleasure doing business with you!” Fred turned and strutted back to the iconic brown truck, while we stood in the doorway, watching that giant bubble butt walk away. Even after he drove away, down the unpainted asphalt road, disappearing behind the trees, we were still staring at the phenomenal ass, now in whatever state we could imagine.

“Damn that dude’s got an amazing ass” Jeff and I jumped at Danny’s next to us baritone voice announced his presence. None of us would miss watching Fred leave if we could help it. Coming back to myself, and retreating to the kitchen to find a knife, my already mostly hard cock became completely hard as I cut into the packing tape. Inside, another envelope, with the word CATALYST printed on it.. And a letter:


Dear Jason,
Let me be the first to welcome you to the rest of your life. We are delighted to have the fifth Producer on board. We know this will be the most fulfilling adventure of your life, and while we are confident of your satisfaction, please call us at 888-888-8888 for any reason, and we will do everything in our power to help.


Instructions:
In a glass of water, mix the entire envelope of Catalyst in water and drink.
Wait one hour
In front of a mirror, focus on the changes you desire. The Catalyst will monitor your thoughts, and reconfigure your body accordingly.

Again, we’d like to thank you for embarking on this unprecedented journey with us, and wish you, your friends, and your clients the best of adventures!




There was no letterhead. No signature. No logos or identifying information. There were three more letters in his room. The invitation, which had come with an NDA contract, with signature lines marked in sticky arrows for him to sign which he had returned. The welcome letter, which had an outline of this impossible product. And another.

Checking to make sure the guys were back in front of the TV, eyes on the porn, I opened the smaller envelope and poured the three disparate pills into my palm, and downed them with a hastily drawn glass of water.

“Here comes number two!” Danny yelled. I turned two see him stand up and point his cock at Jeff just before he unloaded. Danny grunted and groaned as Jeff got 6 ropes of completion all down his bare chest.

“Fuck your cum cannon” Jeff snarled, re-lubing his hands from the large bottle of lube in front of the leather couch. “I’m gonna drown you with my next load.”

“Yeah right, I’ll get two more loads on ya before you pop again.” Danny was smug, and for good reason. Of all of our friends that came over to enjoy a jerk-off contest, no-one had ever beat Danny. His body could pump out cum every hour on the hour, with nothing but some protein supplements and some water.

“You’re gonna get it now” I challenged him, taking advantage of him chugging from his water bottle. “Let’s see you keep up with my super cock!” I laughed, dropping my shorts and rubbing my dick.

“You seriously think those magic pills are gonna do anything? I can’t believe how gullible you are. And stupid. Taking shit sent to you from who knows where? That’s really stupid bro.” Jeff admonished me.

“Stupid? Where’d you get that coke for Eddie’s birthday party, the grocery store?” I fired back. I was regretting telling them about what was coming, but I was never good at secrets.

I was interrupted by a groan from Danny. He was fixated on the TV, and I could see why. The next scene had started, and Peter North was the talent. Retro I know, but we go through so much porn that keeping them in rotation was necessary. Now Danny would get there really quick, and i was already a load behind. Our argument forgotten, Jeff focused on beating our meat in catch up to Danny, while I took a seat next to Danny. The clock on the DVR said 1:35, and I imagined what it would feel like to be a sex god in less than an hour. I let my eyes focus past the TV, making sure there was enough of a reflection to see myself. I wondered why we didn’t just jack off in a mirror. All three of us were regular cammers, and made a good percentage of our income from getting strangers on the internet to drop their loads. We each had our niche in the broader “all-american jock” category.

Jeff had gotten his start in track, and still worked to keep his awesome legs. He always played innocent and pliable when he was online, but as soon as he was of camera, a fucking stuck up asshole. His golden brown tan was perfect, his natural blond hair was perfect, his blue eyes were perfect, and his cut cock looked like a curved horn, it hung to the left over seven inches, and five around. But I really got hung up on his 8-pack. It looked like photoshop, with the left ridge perhaps a quarter inch above the right. He had done some modeling, but apparently he was a PITA to work with.

Danny had a more natural build, but very hairy. He was fairly fastidious, and kept it trimmed. Once a client had paid a hundred a day not to shave. After two weeks, he had a beard down to his chest, and his back was more hair than skin. Carpet was the only word that could describe his chest. A pitch black carpet, that collected his cum several times a day. That same client had him stop washing. At first he was into it. He loved rubbing his loads into his hair. His chest hair at first, but eventually he spread it out when started believing it made his hair grow more. We took to calling him sasquatch toward the end, but when the client brought up scat, Danny scuttled the relationship. Before he shaved, we planned a special event. The feed of all three of us jerking off into his giant beard broke records for us.

That did it. I could feel the cum rising out of my balls. “Suck it Danny!” I yelled as I
aimed my cock as best I could at his mouth. He had shaved this morning, so he only had an eighth of an inch of beard. I flattened myself into a board from my seat, and my cum rocketed out of my short but thick dick. Danny smiled and hammed it up, sticking his tongue out and trying to catch my cream.

I got it in one. Two went wide, and three was from his chest to his chin. Then rest drooled out of my "tuna-can". Just under six inches, I was the runt of the room, unless you went by girth, then I was king of the world. 8 1/8 inches. I've yet to meet a thicker guy. Kind of like the rest of me. I had found the gym early in life, and really got into putting up big numbers. I would eat and lift and eat and sleep, getting stronger and bigger. Now at 22 I had found that leanness was handsomely rewarded by society, and so found myself chiseling away at the large block of stone I had accumulated. I had put the chase of 20 inch guns on the back burner, and started the search for the six pack.

At about the 30 minute mark, I felt something. Or was I just fooling myself? Focusing on my reflection in the TV, I concentrated on my reflection. I envisioned myself cumming. I imagined a heightened hornyness. My cock was already back to half hardness from cumming about 5 minutes ago, and I willed it harder. I could feel it stiffening, but is that just me getting off on imagining it an ever flowing cum cannon? Or was it just that I had never stopped jerking?

I returned my focus to cumming, and tying Danny. Suddenly it was like turning on a switch. My dick became completely hard, and cum shot out. Unfortunately I was so shocked I immediately lost focus. Danny looked over at my surprised gasp to see a look of cum splattered surprise.

“Did you just cum?” The shot had been short and fast, hitting me right under the chin.I needed more volume. Instead of answering, I focused again on the reflection in the TV. I would cum until Danny was covered in cum, and it would be fat ropes of thick cum that stuck to where it landed. I immediately felt a widening inside my cock. It started deep inside me, then worked itself out, finally getting to my head, where i watched, in shocked surprise, my piss hole get wider. It only took a few seconds, but in that time I could hear Danny’s breathing change.

“Number three bro, get ready!” Danny stood up and pointed the Cannon at me. I smiled, feeling a swelling of something behind my balls, like the glands were getting bigger, changing the consistency of their output. I would start cumming only a few seconds from now, but already I wanted to add to it. I craned my neck around the furry beast who was starting to groan, at the reflection, and willed my shots to go far enough to hit the ceiling. My cock responded by tightening, pulling against my grip as it got stronger.

Dany still beat me, his first shot hitting the base of my dick and continuing up my chest. I pushed myself off the couch, catching the second rope across the arm, aimed at his cock and released. It felt almost like the usuall orgasm, only streched out, as massive amounts of cream rocketing out and made a loud splatter sound as it stuck against Danny’s cock and balls. Danny was lost in his own orgasm, eyes closed, trying to eke out another rope, so he didn’t respond right away to the cup of cum that had coated his dick.

“What. The. Fuck” Jeff had been watching, and he had stopped stroking as the second load rushed out of my cock, sticking to danny like honey. I could feel the muscles in my cock strain to push out the extremely viscous cum. I was surprised that it could even get so thick, or be thrown around with such force. It was sticky all right, almost like gel or foam. If I hadn’t piled so much of it in one place, it wouldn’t have moved. Not what I had intended, but the orgasm had already lasted longer than I had ever experienced, and the desire to cover Danny in it was the only thing that drove me.

Dany had noticed the craziness by now, and watched, stunned just as Jeff was, as my coke can shot out another huge load of sticky cum. I was starting to spread it around his chest. I was going to cover him before I stopped. I felt heat in my groin as my body produced and expelled massive amounts of cum.

“Dude, is that.. is it working?” Dany was starting to come back to reality, while I was still be overwhelmed by my orgasm. He took a step back, and I could feel my cock jerk as it had to work harder to reach Danny with the thick gunk.

My brain was starting to overload, this orgasm was getting even more intense as my cock strained harder and harder to continue to cover the retreating Danny. It was getting close, the massive amounts of sticky cream was quickly covering every square inch of Danny. I just needed him to turn around now. Luckily (for me anyway) he stumbled over the corner of the couch as he tried to get away, dropping to his hands and knees. My next stream covered his head and shoulders.

“Ugh, it’s in my eyes!” Danny yelled, but I just focused on that big hairy ass, blowing another load out and over his back and ass. My cock was so wide on the inside it was like using a pressurized hose to shoot my cum over him. I stumbled around behind him and aimed my last shot at his ass. I waved my cock back and forth as the hot thick cum gushed out of it, like i was washing the sidewalk down, and as that blast subsided, I knew Danny was covered, and my orgasm subsided. The world retreated, I sunk to my knees and passed out.

[kraaken04]

Amazing. You had me on the edge of my seat, literally and figurartively. Hope its at least a few more parts to the story.