Chapter 2

Walt hung his head, staring at the floor, adding, “and…of even more cocksuckers.”

Then she surprised me, “So if Tony ATE your cum the effect would last longer?”

Walt stammered, “Um, yes. It would still have to be within minutes, ideally seconds, or even milliseconds. But yes, then he could have erections all week like I do.”

She jumped at the chance without consulting me at all. “We’ll be here Friday at the six.”

All week I tried to reason with her, “It’s good enough to get it rubbed in. Let’s just keep doing it the way we have.” Besides I liked imagining I was a patient fucking his pretty female practitioner. She didn’t know I’d been thinking that, and of course, didn’t play along, but it was good enough for me to do it in the room with all the medical stuff around.

But she was resolute, “You’re gonna be the normal again. And you’re gonna make love to your wife in her marital bed where it’s supposed to happen. And that’sa that!”

We went back on Friday and just when doc was going to go into his den Gianna said, “Wait. I want you to inject it directly into his digestive, like wine – so the time is as short as possible.”

We all knew exactly what this meant and when we looked at her in disbelief she doubled down, “Antony Francis Agosti, you’re gonna do exactly what I tell you to do and I don’ta wanna hear any complaining.”

She glared at me sternly, “Now kneel down so the good doctor can give you the treatment.”

I had no choice. Though suddenly giving up cake didn’t seem so bad. “Can’t we just put it in a pill?”

“Open uppa your mouth Tony. Time is of the essence.”

Still wearing his exam gloves, Doc unzipped his fly releasing a pretty average looking cock. I was impressed that a guy who had to be closing in on ninety could get hard at all. Then my dear sweet Gi asked coyly, “Would you like me to show you my breasts, Walt? To speeda things up?”

To her chagrin he replied, “Sorry Mrs. Agosti. But as handsome of a woman as you are, I just don’t work that way.” She ‘hmmm hmmed’ knowingly. Then he added, leering at me, “But if Tony were to show me HIS member that would go a long way…”

“Do it, Antony! Besides, we wanna know when it works.”

The doc stood in front of me, wanking his pud with it aimed directly at my open mouth while I knelt on the floor pulling on my soft one. And Gianna, well she watched the whole affair and I could hear her breath getting faster and faster as the seconds ticked by, bringing us closer to the fucking I was gonna give her.

Doc said, “If I could rub his fury balls it would excite me.” Gianna told him to do whatever he needed to do. When I turned to look at her momentarily she had her jugs out anyway and was pinching her nipples.

Standing in front of me, masturbating himself, he bent sideways to caress my nuts lustfully. The feeling of latex gloves on my jewels turned me on to no end.

Meanwhile, Gianna spoke sedately, pretending as if nothing were out of the ordinary, “So just why is the lotion so sensitive to the time?”

Walt was jerking hard and I was worried the old man was going to give himself a heart attack, but he did his best to answer, “It’s the oxidation, the air, it degrades the protein.” In turn, I asked him about his heart and he explained that the treatment cleared out arteries too.

She distracted him even more, “And what is this protein? Why can’t we just buy it?”

He answered again, “A colleague of mine discovered it. But neither of us are researchers. We don’t know what this mysterious X factor is. We call it V-force.”

Now it was his turn to lose his erection a bit. Too much talking.

Gianna asked even more questions, “The air makes it weaker? By how much? How fast?”

When she was satisfied with his answers she bent low to my ear, “Antony, amore mio, we want all the power we can get. You’re going to eliminate the gap so there’s no air at all.”

It was one thing to swallow a bitter medicine. It was quite another to have a hard cock in my mouth. I hesitated. But Gianna didn’t care, “I’ve done the, uuuh how you say, bocchino, for you and I don’t see why you won’t do it for me. If notta for your wife who deserves to be treated like a Madonna, then for your heart.”

It may have been true that she’d done it for me but I could count the times on one hand. She wanted me to do this weekly. And it was ‘gaio’. I shook my head vigorously until Gi got down on her knees to look me right in my eyes, “Cretino, do this for me and…you can…” She hesitated then switched to Italian, “Leccami la figa.” As tempting as the offer was to lick her pussy, I refused despite only being able to count on one finger the times she’d allowed that. Then she looked at the doc just to make sure he really didn’t understand any Italian as she upped the ante. The words she bargained with came out of her mouth distinctly “OK then, leccami il CULO.”

I stared back. I’d wanted to do it but she always said it was too dirty. Nevertheless, I agreed to her terms with ambivalent enthusiasm.

Walt took hold of my head inserting his cock into my mouth which had the desired effect of restoring his rigidity. Shamed, I averted my eyes. Looking around the room I focused my gaze on the tongue depressors, and the blood pressure cuff, and the reclining table where I’d fucked my wife last week. The erotic sights inflamed my fetish.

Gianna cried out, “Mama Mia! It’s working already. Tony you’re halfway there.”

The taste was unpleasant as you’d expect. It didn’t smell bad, but it didn’t smell like an elbow either. Moist and warm, the life of the thing was so foreign.

She reached over cupping her hand under my penis, allowing its weight to fall in her hand so she could gauge its progress.

Doc became more animated as the two of them turned me into a cocksucker. Gianna kissed my shoulder, “Thanks to you for doing thissa for me.”

I wasn’t feeling particularly gracious as she thanked me. If anything I felt resentment that she’d pushed me into cocksucking without fully appreciating my loss of my masculinity. How was losing my manliness going to truly restore my manliness?

With one particular energetic thrust a drop of precum leaked out onto my tongue – then I felt the power! My cock surged, there was a newfound tingle in my balls, and I felt ten years younger.

Walt’s cock was warm and alive, radiating pure lion-hearted potency. I couldn’t help but crave the moist sensation between my lips.

I threw myself into the task not wanting to wait even a second longer to receive his cum. I was going to have a week of erections and get to kiss my wife’s ass to boot. Furthermore, this was going to save me from an early heart attack too. Every man would want this. I was going to have great sex and my cake too.

I sucked and licked Walt’s cock and massaged his balls too. I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth and was really looking forward to coming back week after week.

Doc pulled out until just his virile head was between my sucking lips and started jacking himself with his blue gloved hands.

Next to me Gianna was rubbing her huge breasts on my arm commanding Walt to give me his cum, “Sborra!! Sborra!! Sborra!!”

It was all too much for me. Walt shot his manly cream into my mouth, on my tongue, and when he pushed forward some went straight down my gullet being exposed to absolutely zero air.

My hips pumped forward involuntarily and I shot my own load on the floor.

Gianna was there, yelling at me, “Tu coglione, nessuno mi lecca il culo!”

Halfway out the door she called back angrily, “We’re coming to here again tomorrow!”

Walt smirked, “I’ll be ready.”

I smiled back broadly, “Me too.” The disappointment of annoying the wife and having her withdraw her offer to allow me to lick her bumhole paled against my desire to suck Walt’s cum again.

But how was I going to get all the cum I wanted and make Gianna happy too? It was an impossible choice.

There really is a connection between ED and the health of your arteries. There really is a substance that helps, though it’s not in cum. It’s Nitric Oxide, increased by beets or bacon and the special pills the doctor gives you. And low carb eating really does lower BG.

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