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Subject: All Boys Private School 16 This is a work of fiction and is not based in reality. All Boys Private School Part 16 Male Physiology 401 Edging School Third Quarter Edging Endurance and Sperm Production Research. Day Four Thursday My name is Brent. I’m your typical athletic 16 year old. I’m 5’9″ 155 brown hair, hazel eyes. Lean muscled because I work out and like the look. My third year in an all male private high school is great. It’s not that I am huge; it’s that I am fit, active and involved. At 16 life is great. I lived with my Dad and enjoyed everyday. Mr. Hardwood is having us do research on edging and sperm production. It’s now the third day I’ve worked with Dad. Edging him the previous two days proved informative. I’ve noticed that his precum production is up. I’ve also noticed he gets harder faster. His cock pulses more frequently and the head flares with each pulse in a noticeable way. So today, the fourth day of edging begins. The last three days I’ve edged Dad twice a day, once in the morning and once after work. I know full well he can’t take much more. Today when I edge Dad I’ll use just a slow hand technique. Something straight forward, but incredibly effective. I did not edge Dad this morning as I did the past three days as I figured he might blow his load, and I did not want that. Over breakfast we talked about the coming days activities. I had school, Dad had work. Not much to talk about. But I knew Mr. Hardwood wanted a progress report on our edging homework. I had my information from the last three days and made notes in the margins about how much precum Dad produced and his moans of pleasure. Mr. Hardwood said all these small bits of information were very important to the over all research. I got home from school before Dad returned from work, as usual. I finished up all my homework from the other classes, but knew I would have to wait for Dad to be home to do Male Physiology 401 homework. Later that evening when we’d both changed for bed, Dad in a house coat, me in a baggy tee and my briefs and when we were relaxing in the living room, me reading a graphic novel, Dad reading some Western novella, I figured I’d better get my physiology homework out of the way. “Dad, help with Male Physiology 401 homework now?” “Sure Brent” Dad said distractedly, his nose deep in the book. I went to my room and got the small bottle of lube, not much would be needed. I got back to the living room, put some lube in my hand, walked over to were Dad was sitting reading, knelt down in front of him and slid my hand up under his house coat, reaching for his cock. Making contact my hand went to work. Since I had been edging Dad for three days, twice a day, for no more than 30 minutes, I knew he was more than ready to blow a load. His cock swelled almost instantly when I touched it. Dad leaned his head back, spread his legs, and I know really wanted to shoot his spunk. “Oh Brent, feels so good when you do that.” With my hand well lubed, Dad’s cock super hard, the rest was easy. As I had learned in class, the up stroke was long and slow, encouraging the cock to push precum out of the head. Each down stroke had my fingers swirling around the glans and focusing on the corona. Dad was going gaziantep escort crazy. The stroking was making him arch his back. “Brent I can’t take it much longer son” Dad gasped. I stopped immediately. Day Five Friday: Orgasm Day A few things needed to happen today. I needed to collect the sperm sample from Dad, document the techniques I used while edging him, and record the length of time I edged him until he had an orgasm. This time I did not edge Dad before he got up for work. I knew he would be thinking of nothing else but my edging him and the resulting mind blowing orgasm. During Male Physiology class every one described how their homework assignments were progressing. A few of the guys reported that the subject of their homework had not been able to hold back, had an explosive orgasm, and they had left the data with Mr. Hardwood. In fact Mr. Hardwood confirmed that already he had 15 samples, all containing a large volume of semen. He read some of the data points to the class. “Class I want to read some of the high lights of some reports, I must say all the reports turned in are very descriptive and complete. Here’s a good citation” “Mark reports: Edged Dad for 30 minutes, stopped for 2 minutes to allow rest, continued to edge just the glans for 10 minutes, rested for 2 minutes. Edged the frenulum for 5 minutes, two minute rest. Copious amounts of precum flowing, cock head pulses, cock throbs. My Dad is moaning and flexing his legs with each edging,” “Nicely stated Mark, that is helpful. Such descriptions are important documentation. Tom has this to say: “Edged my Dad with two techniques over 4 days, resulting in orgasm on the fourth day after only 3 minutes of slow swirling around the cock head. Techniques used Day one: Prostate stimulation and oral stimulation. Started by slowly swirling my tongue on the head of my Dad’s swollen cock, rest for 3 minutes, then held his cock head in my mouth and slowly inserted my finger in his butt until I touched his prostate. He moaned with intense pleasure. Gently touched and rubbed prostate as my tongue swirled around cock head.” Mr. Hardwood, showing a noticeable boner in his pants with a growing wet spot, no doubt precum soaking through. I mentioned that over the past several days I had edged my Dad in the morning and later in the day. The school day quickly wrapped up and I headed home. Chores to do, other stuff to take care of, homework. So on and so forth. But later in the evening I would edge Dad into an explosive orgasm and wrap up my research. Dad arrived home at the usual time looking happy and in a good mood. “Brent I’m home, gunna take a shower before dinner. I’ll be done in a bit.” My Dad called as he went up stairs. “Okay Dad, I’ll get dinner on the table. See you in a few.” I dawned on me at that point how I would get the sperm sample, one I knew would be huge, and give Dad the most pleasure I could. When Dad was showered and changed into a bathrobe he came into the kitchen.. Such a handsome guy. Well built, nice, and eager to help me with my homework. “Sit down Dad, everything is on the table. Please start.” I said as I also sat down. We both tucked in and enjoyed the meal. Simple, healthy, and tasty. “So Dad, suriyeli escort this is the last day of my Edging research. I’d was wondering when it would be a good time for you.” “Any time is a good time for me Brent. You know I enjoy working with you on these projects.” “Great Dad. Stay there, eat, enjoy. I’ll be right back.” At that point I got up from the table and went to my room. Collecting the lube, the note book, the sample vial, and the timer. Everything needed to collect the sample of Dad sperm. Since Dad was seated at the table in his bathrobe eating, I figured the best place to start edging him would be under the table. And the logical place to collect the sample would be there too. He was sort of a captive audience. “Dad, are you ready for me to edge you? This might take a while.? “Go for it son. Do your best. Your education is important to me.” “I will do this while your seated at the table.” I replied. So I made my way under the table, crawling up to Dad’s spread legs. His muscular thighs covered in hairy were only covered to mid point by the bathrobe. “Dad would you spread your legs just a bit please.” I asked. Immediately Dad’s legs spread and I saw his flaccid cock drop down between them. Sitting in a comfortable way, close to his legs, but with room to move, I began the edging of my Dad’s cock, this time to bring him to an orgasm. I started the timer. At first I reached out and touched the head of his cock. Just touched it. First touching the tip then using two fingers gently squeezing the head. Within seconds his once flaccis cock began to swell, pulse, and grow. As I continued to touch his cock head, his dick grew and swelled with amazing speed. Several days of edging were making themselves known in a quick erection. “Hmmm yeah Brent, feels good son.” After just 2 minutes Dad’s cock was fully erect and point up and out of his bathrobe. At that time I placed some lube on my finger tips and began to swirl around the cock head. Then make back and forth movements on the frenulum. Dad’s legs spread further apart, but he sat motionless otherwise. For 10 minutes I stroked only the glans. Each swirl around it gentle and slow. Every few minutes I’d hear Dad moan. His legs would periodically tremble. I then stopped and let the time count another 2 minutes. Allowing Dad to catch his breath, his cock to stabilize. When 2 minutes had passed I put some lube in my palm and this time took hold of Dad’s entire cock. Grabbing the shaft just below the head. Dad took in a breath and gasped in pleasure. With Dad’s cock firmly in my lubed hand I went up and over the cock head, fully engulfing it. Then slowly I moved my hand down the long thick cock shaft. Up and over the head, slowly down the shaft. With each up stroke Dad would moan. I was stroking his cock slowly, gently, and with a minimum of pressure, just barely touching the shaft and cock head with each stroke. But the effect was amazing. Each up stroke caused Dad’s cock to pulse, and each pulse pushed a huge drop of precum out the head. My hand would be followed by a sliding drop of precum down his cock’s shaft. This went on for 5 minutes and I let Dad rest for 2 minutes. While Dad was rus escort resting, his cock was throbbing with a life of its own. His precum would ooze out even with out my touching his cock. At this point almost 30 minutes had gone by. Dad was hard as a rock and precum was flowing. I continued. The next technique I knew would most likely be an amazing feeling for Dad. I placed my hands on Dad’s firm muscular legs and gently lowered my mouth over his cock head. “Oh Brent baby, hmmm.” Was what he moaned. As my lips passed over his cock head, my tongue felt a mass of precum push out from his cock. I knew he was enjoying the sensations. I moved down his shaft, my mouth warm and wet, his cock firm and pulsing. Being slow and steady I worked his cock from head to base. Slowly going down, slowly coming up the shaft. Each up stroke having my tongue dance over his cock head. Each flick of my tongue sending waves of pleasure up Dad’s body. Dad’s legs were trembling more frequently now. He was leaning forward supporting himself on the table, and he spread his legs as far apart as possible. For 5 minutes I keep Dad on the edge. Never going to fast, slowing when needed, stopping and holding his cock in my mouth to allow a rest. At this point Dad was moaning all the time, his breathing was growing faster. I got the sperm vial ready. So as to collect the sperm I would rely only on hand technique. Once again, sitting comfortably in front of Dad’s crotch I reach out and took his enormous cock in hand. Starting at the head, with a well lubed hand, I began the long slow journey down his veiny cock shaft. Resting at the base, counting to ten, then slowly moving back up to the cock head. Each stroke being slow, sensual, and designed to cause as much pleasure as possible while not producing an orgasm. But I knew this could not last. Dad’s cock was firmer, the headed pulsing, his breathing coming fast. “Brent I can’t hold back any longer, I’m close…” But I had to keep to the homework, edging had to continue. I stopped. Dad moaned, gasping for breath. Sweat was forming a small path down his hard flat stomach. I counted to 20, and again started the edging. But as my hand was moving down the shaft after having lingered at the head, Dad bucked, straightened out his legs and declared, “Brent I’ coming son, don’t stop, stroke me…” I reached for the vial, placed it at the head of Dad’s cock, stroked his cock close to the head with my hand and watched as rope after white rope of cum fly into the vial. “Ahhh Brent yeah son, oh man. Ahhhhh.” Was all Dad could say as the cum was ejected from his cock. Each stroke brought another pulse of cum until finally they stopped, Dad settled down, his legs relaxed, and I released his still firm cock and tended to the vial. It was amazing; the vial was almost full of sperm. After several days of intense edging, Dad had finally produced the largest amount of sperm I’d ever collected. I crawled out from under the table. Dad was leaning back, his eyes closed, his breathing slowing, and I knew his cock softening. “Brent sweet son. I love helping you with your homework. I’m always here when you need me.” “Thanks Dad, I know. And look at this Dad, the amount of sperm you produce is enormous. Mr. Hardwood is going to be amazed.” Needless to say, Dad slept well that night. The next day in class, I described in detail what happened with Dad the night before and presented the vial of sperm. I know I’ll do well in class, thanks to Dad’s willing help.

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