Perceval

Named after one of King Arthur's knights of Camelot, Perceval grew up living in a world of fantasy and fiction. Never a robust or athletic person, he preferred more sedate pursuits such as reading, watching television, and playing video games. He had few friends and was always a loner, although whether by choice or circumstance was never exactly clear.

However, while at college, his life suddenly changed for the better when it was discovered that he was, in fact, a hucow. Meaning that he was one of the few males capable of producing semen with a high sperm content, making him an invaluable member of society. Of course there no question that he would leave college to live at the closet Semen Farm. His family was very proud of him because his mother, like most women, had been inseminated by hucow sperm and now it was discovered that Perceval had inherited the needed gene from his father.

All of that happened a little over two years ago and Perceval, or Percy, as the female farmhands affectionately called him, was happier than he had ever been in his life.

Today, the naked young man was sprawled out on one of the couches in the television lounge, engrossed in an old swashbuckling movie about pirates, when he heard a feminine voice calling to him from the doorway behind the couch. "Oh, Percy... You ready for a milking?"

He turned his head to see Inger standing in the door way, holding a plastic bucket aloft and waving it in the air. The long haired blonde was wearing a pink and white gingham dress with puffy short sleeves and a white apron with lace trim around her waist. On her feet were tan sandals with ankle straps. He liked Inger. Like her very much. She was about his age and was always in a good mood. Her pearly white smile was dazzling and her features finely chiseled.

Eagerly he sprang from the couch and hurried over to stand in front of her, not in the least embarrassed by his complete nudity. He had grown accustomed to always being naked around the female farmhands a long time ago. Taking a step closer to him, the young woman slid her free hand in between his thighs to cup Perceval's balls, hefting them like examining fruit in a market place. "Do you have a full load in there for me?" she asked in that lilting voice of hers. Followed by, "Oooo... I bet you do. These nuts feel nice and heavy. I bet you can't wait to empty them out!"

With a wide grin, the hucow nodded his head. Just the touch of her soft fingers feeling his scrotum, her long, pink nails lightly scratching the wrinkled skin, caused him to begin to stiffen. She giggled when she saw his physical response and she continued to roll his balls between her finger tips. "It's such a nice day outside," she said to him, all the while playing with his sperm producers, "what say we go out in the field and relieve you of this load you are carrying around?"

Again he nodded his head rapidly, anticipating the ejaculation the pretty young blonde would cause him to have. She released his testicles to curl her fingers around his now hard cock, sliding her fist slowly back and forth along the shaft, causing it to firm up even more. Satisfied that she had him good and hard, Inger pivoted on her one inch heel and led him from the lounge by his erection, her hand gripping it securely but not too tightly.

As they walked down the hall, the outside door opened and Christina entered with a hucow, Bobby. His willy hung limply between his legs, indicating that the brunette farmhand had just milked him down. As if to confirm Inger's thoughts, Christina opened the refrigerator just inside the entrance foyer and placed the plastic bucket she was carrying inside. Then she pressed the electric button mounted on the side of the refrigerator, alerting the lab staff that there was a fresh delivery of fertile semen waiting to be processed.

The two young women exchanged greetings, and then Christina addressed Perceval. "Going out for a milking, Percy?" she asked, and when he nodded yes, she told him, "Give Inger a nice big cum, won't you? Make her proud of you."

"Oh, Percy is always a good producer," Inger replied, smiling at her hucow. "I know that he going to just cum gobs and gobs of dream cream, aren't you, Percy?"

As Inger led Percy out by the cock, Christina called, "You two have fun now. Bobby and I are going to play some cards for awhile."

It truly was a nice day out, the sky was a brilliant blue with bright sunlight. The temperature was warm without being hot, and off in the trees birds called to each other. The blonde led the naked man some distance away from the dorm, or 'barn' as the staff jokingly called it. There was a bounce in her step as she walked and the full skirt of her dress swayed from side-to-side.

"This looks like a nice spot," she said at last. "Let's do it here."

Without being told, Perceval immediately got down on all fours, knees spread wide apart. Inger squatted down beside him, placing the plastic bucket on the grass, directly under the young man's downward pointing cock. With the receptacle in place, Inger reached under Perceval to once again wrap her hand around his shaft and began to pump up and down. Looking back, he could see her shapely bare leg and squatting the way she was, he had a view up her skirt, spotting her white panties.

The female farmhand used quick, short strokes, squeezing into the woody on the down stroke, relaxing her grip when moving back up towards his body. Soon the hucow was rotating his hips in pleasure from the handjob he was receiving. Inger's delicate hand was working on his dong, jerking that meat-stick to make it spurt. Percy began to moan, the sensations becoming more and more intense. His milker did not say anything, she did not want to break the mood with words. Instead, she kept jerking that cock, whipping that sperm cannon, urging it to explode.

His breathing became more rapid and his whole body started to tremble as she kept tugging on his hard pole. The head of his cock was glistening from the pre-cum that had oozed out and his balls had drawn up closer to his body. Inger knew that he could not take much more and would soon be going off in her hand.

"Mooo," Perceval groaned as his hips started to buck. "Moo... moo..."

Inger increased her jerking, pumping harder and faster, she was gripping his shaft so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Her fist flew up and down that throbbing shaft.

"MOO!!" the male hucow cried out, his hips thrusting as his cock exploded. Thick, ropey jets of sperm spewed from the end, splattering onto the bottom of the plastic bucket under him.

"That's it, baby!" she squealed happily, all the while flailing away on the spewing cock. "Give it to me, cowboy. Give it to me."

She guided him through his orgasm, coaxing out more and more of his nut-cream as he unloaded for her. He was shaking and spasming as he grunted, "Ughn.... ughn... ughn..." with each blast.

Finally his bursts became weaker, further apart, until he was no longer shooting out anything. Inger slowed her stroking, giving him a few final, lingering tugs to make sure she had out every last creamy drop of his sperm.

"Good boy!" she patted his bare bottom with her free hand as she released his softening dick. Pulling the bucket out from under him, she stood up and said, "Come on... Do you want to go back and play some checkers."

Weakly he arose to his feet, swaying slightly as he stood there. His chest was rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Looking at her with dreamy eyes filled with happiness and relief, he hoarsely said, "Th... thank you."

"Oh, my pleasure, my little cowboy," she answered, rising up on her tip-toes to tousle his hair.