The Tickle Machine

By Jay Roberts

Published on May 24, 2011

Gay

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.

End


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