A First Time

by Mikall

The Background

As human beings began to colonize other star systems after the advent of some kind of star drive (warp? sure), they discovered that the rigors of this kind of travel had a very serious effect. Most everybody was sterile after they arrived at their destinations. Sometimes permanently, sometimes not.

Women were affected differently than men, their whole reproductive systems seemed to be just scrambled. It wasn't the star drive effect, but the radiation encountered during the trip. The scientists at the time took a look at what was going on, and designed a genetic patch for the guys. The patch provided protection for their genitals, and worked well. The side effect of the patch, or "Enhancement" was that the guy's equipment got bigger. Penises two to three times longer, somewhat thicker. Average length was 16 inches. And their balls grew quite a bit, about 5 times to the size of softballs. Each testicle grew that much, sometimes larger. Along with their new equipment came an increased sex drive and ability to have sustained orgasms, and more frequently as well. Those that had the patch, or enhancement were called "Enhanced Males" or Enmen for short. Finally, all those ads we get everyday in our in-boxes came true. Great big, permanent baskets.

The stories follow different guys in different situations. The first bunch of people to finally get "out there" were good ol' boys, construction guys that actually build the first buildings and civilized infrastructure for later development. There's no women around, so they end up fucking and sucking each other a lot. The Company has paid for each to have the Enhancement and each one has to work for a number of years as payback. As time goes on, some of the really wealthy guys decide to get the Enhancement for themselves, and some of the stories are about them. One of the story lines is about a single guy that works on one of the first mining planets. The Company ends up fucking with the native animal species, with disastrous results. He survives, finally pays off his debt and ends up on one of the newly colonized planets, running a food processing facility. He has two sons, and because the patch is genetic, they're born with the Enhancement too.

And so it goes.

The Story

I guess it sounds odd for a guy to talk about how good another man’s sperm tastes. The first time I sucked another guy off, I really liked how it tasted, and was a little disappointed on how little there was. I quickly learned a stroke/massage technique with my hands, working a mouth jack, holding the guys balls with one hand, doing a massage, and stoking him with my other hand. The result was bigger and longer multiple orgasms. Needless to say, my male buddies all liked this a lot. We’d have sex parties, taking turns blowing and jamming each other. Everybody always wanted my mouth and hands on their dicks. After their first climax, the ones that followed were sweet torture for them, and more good stuff for me.

There never seemed to be enough, however. I would work my buddies into multiple orgasms and each climax was smaller than the one before, to be savored, of course. And it was.

Then the Enmen started showing up. Only the wealthiest or Company men, could afford the process, which had dramatically changed their lives. Their penises all doubled or tripled in length and girth. And their balls grew by a factor of 5 or 6, averaging the size of softballs. And their sex drive increased enormously. It was not unusual for them to masturbate and have extended orgasms several times a day.

They all had to wear supports, of course, and these became fashion statements in themselves. Most wore at least three. The foundation was for the balls, and was usually a heavy stretch mesh. When Enmen became aroused, their balls would enlarge somewhat, so the foundation had to accommodate the size and weight change. The second support was also for the balls, and would be a solid or print color. The two supports were generally used and would be enough to keep him properly supported through whatever kind of activity. Enmen couldn’t be unsupported in most situations, even wearing a basic while taking a shower. In the early days, ruptures were common, so the wearing of supports was more than a vanity or modesty issue.

The third support was called a primary support and supported and covered everything. These were always made with a stretch material as well. When the Enman got an erection and his balls engorged, the size change was dramatic. The primaries were designed to dull the feelings in the penis, and give the average Enman some leverage in choosing when to have an orgasm.

And because these guys were human males, there was a lot of flaunting going on. Many would wear a sheer primary, showing everybody what they had. It was also possible to ejaculate through the primary, although most would take it down before engaging in sex.

Then there were the people in my business: collectors. At first, we opened collection stations, where a guy could come in and get off as much as he wanted. He would be paid for his ejaculate, of course. And would make more than one visit a day.

Most of the time, they’d go in one of the alcoves, get an erection if they weren’t already, insert their penis in a collection tube, which would “tune in” to their e-jack waves and vibrate accordingly. The great majority of them would only take a 15 minute session or so, having 3 or 4 extended climaxes. Their output would vary, but averaged 75ml. per orgasm, yielding a typical 300 ml. I often asked them if they needed any assistance getting going, but they always declined.

Then one day, one of my customers asked me for a hand job. This guy’s name was Marko and he was a frequent visitor. He buzzed me from his room and asked for assistance. I walked in and he was down to his basic support only, a purple mesh, standing there with a full erection and balls full. I could feel my own dick jump as I saw him. Basically, he didn’t want to use the collector and asked me if I could help him out. And I agreed.

He’d been in twice before on that day and I wondered if he had anything left. He sat back on the high chair, allowing his balls to hang down and leaving his penis in an almost perfect 45 degree angle. He had already begun to lube and a little stream was emerging and running down his dick. I walked over and began using my tongue to spread the lube around the head and was greeted with a whole lot more pouring out. He was aroused and ready.

I went down on him, did a throat move and was able to take in almost all of him. I heard him gasp as I did this. I pulled partway off and began jacking him with my mouth and reached out to massage his balls with both hands.

I’d never touched an Enman’s balls before. His were very hot and tight and I could feel him responding to the massage. They were beginning to pulse and move with my mouth jack. I was beginning to taste his pre-jack sperm and it was very different from my non-Enman friends’. Very different and very good. I was working him up faster than I thought and suddenly, I could feel his balls bounce and penis pulse very hard and knew the climax was on the way.

He exploded in my mouth and I began to suck and swallow as fast as I could, because his ejaculate was continuing to stream out. It wasn’t a one-shot all done deal, more like a pulsing firehose continuing to flow. There was so much! It swirled around in my mouth as he thrust in and out. Now I was tasting him at his best: incredibly rich flavored pure hot sperm and a giant penis filling my mouth. This was more like it. I didn’t want it to ever stop.

I looked up and saw his eyes glazing over and knew he was approaching his “zone,” a continuous orgasm yielding an almost constant output of sperm that would continue for some time. I reached down and found the collector tube. I knew I couldn’t take everything he had and would need something for overflow. I stayed with him for several more wondrous minutes, and then put the collector on his dick. Immediately the gushing sperm rushed down the tubing and into the collector tanks. I took a deep breath and watched the flow continue. He was now leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed. I set the collector to signal when the rhythm decreased, left the room and went back to my station.

It was a while before the collector indicated a change, so I went back to his room. Marko was waking up and beginning to move around now and his flow was decreasing. I pulled off the tube and immediately went down on him again, reveling in his amazing output. He finally slowed, then stopped. I kept him in my mouth for as long as I could, then pulled slowly off and licked up everything left on him.

He was most grateful, said he’d never had such a good throat/mouth jack and refused credit for his massive output.

He came back many more times and we experienced repeat performances both ways. He demonstrated some e-jack exercises that helped the Enmen sustain their output, then allowed me to pleasure him accordingly. And he showed me the location of the j-spot underneath and between the balls. It’s an extraordinary hot spot for any Enman. He said some guys get completely off just by working the j-spot.

He really enjoyed jamming me, pushing that great dick up my ass farther than I thought possible. More sweet agony for me, then he’d pump hard and I could feel him filling me up, always spilling out on the floor. I liked jamming him too, although I could tell he’d had much larger action back there. Still, he could tighten up and flex his muscles that always pushed me to climax.

But still, the best thing was my blow jobs. He claimed that none of his buddies could throat or mouth jack as well as I could. Each time seemed better than the last and I began to worry that I was becoming addicted to this guy, his glorious dick, big bouncing balls and his sperm.

He didn’t show up for several days, and I got a message he’d addressed to me. Being shipped off-world and he hoped to come back soon. I hoped so too.