When I arrived at a pizza place near to the university, I was greeted with a hug and a smile from Kelli and a polite handshake from her friend Kim.  Kim was also Vietnamese and was slightly taller and bustier than Kelli with jet black hair that hung down slightly lower on her back then Kelli’s hair did.  We sat at a table and ordered cokes before Don strode in.  He was wearing a muscle shirt and some shorts and sandals.  His bulging muscles immediately brought a sharp intake of breath from Kim.  Kelli playfully punched her on the shoulder and said “See, I told you my brother’s a hottie!”   They both giggled.

We ordered a large 4 meat pizza and discussed what was their reason was for bringing us together.  They both exchanged knowing glances and Kelli started out.

“You see, we’re both taking biology as a part of our pre-Med studies.  Our professor has asked for groups of 2 member teams to work together to come up with projects dealing with biological questions and give their findings in multimedia presentations.  These projects are like 1/3 of our grade for the next 2 semesters.”

“Hmm, interesting, but what’s that got to do with us?” Don asked.

Kim blushed but she answered, “We are looking into the human sexuality, particularly male sexuality and the primary determinators of what makes males more successful in fulfilling their breeding potential.”

“Why wouldn’t you be using guys from the university?  Why do you want me and Don to participate?” I asked somewhat dubiously.

Kelli giggled and said, “Well, I know a lot about both of you already.  Remember when you joined that little website of mine a few years back?  That was aimed at a certain subset of males that normally don’t get much attention and you definitely fit the criteria based on the exchanges we had and the photographic evidence you presented.”

I blushed very brightly as I recalled my membership to Kelli’s “Small Penis Club” site that she had stood up as  a lark when she got her first PC and ISP connection.  She had encountered a couple of small guys in her dating career and she got a kick out of hearing their embarrassing stories so she decided to create a message board community that promised to “Let the little fellow have his say in complete safety”.  I stumbled across the site and got to know Kelli via the board and emails we exchanged.  I later had my mind completely blown when she revealed that her brother worked at the same office I did and I realized Don’s high school aged sister was the web mistress of this board.  Don found out from Kelli who the loquacious Little Ronnie was and my life had forever been changed by their knowledge of my shortcomings.

Kelli looked at Don and said, “I know that my brother has several certain attributes that place him in an elite category of male sexuality.  Since we’re exploring the dichotomy of the Alpha/Beta male sexual experience and we need men of experience, why not go for older subjects who are the epitome of these groupings?”

“Alpha/Beta male sexual experience?”  I dryly asked.

“Yes, what makes a man an Alpha male or a Beta male?  How successful are the Alpha males in comparison to the Beta males in attaining sexual couplings?  What factors make Alpha or Beta males more attractive to females?” replied Kim.

“I-I’m not sure I’d like to participate in this” I stammered.

Kelli pouted and pleaded, “C’mon Ron, I promise it will be very professional.  We really need the help to work up a great thesis and research.  Plus, Kim and I will look upon it as a favor that might require some sort of commensurate repayment. “

Kim smiled and traced her finger from her lips down her chin to her chest.  She then gathered some strands of hair into a bunch and brought it up to her mouth and started suck on the end.  Even though I knew I would regret it, these hot little Asian chicks were making me want to do anything at all to get closer to them.

We made an appointment to meet them at the UTD biology lab on Saturday.  They insisted that we should refrain from sexual activity until then (no big sacrifice there for me I assure you) and that we should be prepared for some experiments and some Q&A.

When Don and I arrived there, Kim escorted us to an examination room and asked us to strip to our underwear.  I removed my clothes and shivered in my tightie-whities while Don stripped down to his reinforced jockstrap styled black underpants.  Kim’s eyes opened wider as she saw the bulging mass that was nearly overwhelming the pouch material.  “Let’s get your height and weight.”

Kelli walked in with a clipboard and then I mounted the scales.  “Looks to be 285 pounds and his height is just at 5’ 11”.”

I stepped off and Don stepped onto the device.  “190 pounds and 5’ 6 ½”.  Please step away and both of you remove your undergarments.”

Don winked and laughingly said, “Kelli I know you’ve seen this before, but I’ll understand if you get shy about it now.”  He then pulled his specially made underwear in 2 swift motions and the girls were treated to a large, dangling, uncircumcised cock that swung in front of huge scrotal sac.  I pulled down my jockeys to my ankles and they were shown a shriveled, berry sized dick sitting on top of a petite pouch.

“You guys have refrained from sexual activities, including masturbation, since we met Thursday right?”

“Well, almost.  I didn’t jack off, but I only did it once” Don admitted.  “I did” I answered sheepishly.

Both girls looked at each other and then Kelli made some notes on the paper on her clipboard.  “Well, it shouldn’t impact results too much based on what I’m seeing there Don!” replied Kim . “Calipers!”

Kelli pulled out the measuring device and slapped it into Kim’s outstretched hand.  “Please stay soft if at all possible gentlemen.”

She then knelt down in front of me and adjusted the measuring devices deftly.  “Subject B:  2.45 cm long by 1.5 cm diameter”.  She turned towards Don and then made a huge adjustment and whistled before saying “Subject A:  18 cm long by 5.5 cm diameter”.  “Okay gentlemen, without using your hands please harden yourselves.  We know this will take a bit more effort, but please bear with us and we’ll help you out.”

Kelli walked over to me and pushed me back to back to Don.  She then pulled off her lab coat and unbuttoned her blouse.  She released her pert little breasts from her B-cups and started to rub and tweak the nipples.  Kim did the same to Don apparently.

Kim said “Subject A is showing a marked growth response to visual stimuli”.  Kelli bit her lower lip and said “Subject B is not showing noticeable response to visual stimuli”.  She gamely stuck out her tongue and lifted her little quarter sized areolas towards her mouth and started to lightly brush against the rock hard tips.  “Subject B’s penis just moved…err, maybe he just moved his leg.  Please hold still and concentrate, Little R…I mean Subject B.”  Kim said “I’m going to measure Subject A, he appears to have reached full erection”.  “Go ahead, I’ll keep on over here!”  Kelli closed her eyes, kept cupping and licking her right breast, but her left hand snaked into her pants and she started rub and make small moaning noises.  Her left eye popped open and she opined, “Subject B has shown some minimal growth with increased visual stimulation.”  

“Jeezus!  Subject A’s erection is 27.5 cm long by 8 cm in diameter!”  shouted Kim.  Kelli said, “Wait a minute, Subject B’s penis just hardened and lengthened some more! That’s interesting…. Let’s try something, let’s turn them around and let them look at each other’s junk.”

We did a volte face and as I looked at Don’s looming behemoth of a cock, my own dickie hardened and jutted out immediately in front of the girls’ bemused eyes.  Kelli knelt down and placed the calipers appropriately and called out “9.5 cm in length and 2.85 cm in diameter.  Subject B reached maximum length when visually confronted by Subject A’s penis, very interesting.”

Don smirked, stepped forward and lifted my small penis on top of his large shaft and said “Hmm, I wonder if that means Subject B is secretly a fag”.  “Don, errr, Subject A, we will come to the research conclusions later.  In the meantime, please step apart so that we can measure ejaculate volume, thanks.”

With that Kim and Kelli walked over to a lab desk and pulled out measuring flasks.  They then applied some lotion to their right hands and walked over to put some more on our cocks.  I temporarily softened when the cold lotion touched my penis.  “Dammit, Subject A, please let Subject B see your penis again – I doubt I could grab this nibblet with all the slippery lotion I just applied to my hand.”  Don turned around and his glistening cock dazzled my vision as it appeared to be even more lethal with the light reflecting off of its thick shaft.  My penis embarrassingly responded again.  “Good, good! Now we are going to masturbate you guys into the beakers.  Begin!”

Kelli would move her finger and thumb up and down my stiffy and occasionally engulf the entire thing with her hand as she gently tugged.  Kim grabbed Don’s cock like a hose and vigorously worked her hand up and down the entire enormity of his shaft.  The speed of her pumps increased dramatically and her hand looked like a blur as she stroked Don’s amazing cock.  Kelli also sped up the jerks on mine but if she went too fast, her fingers would suddenly exceed the length of my manhood and she would have to clumsily catch and restart the finger stroke on me again.

It took nearly 2 minutes, but suddenly I stiffened and an agonized, “Oh God!” escaped my throat.  Kelli lifted the lip of the flask under my cock head and suddenly strong 3 spurts of passion escaped into the awaiting glass.  My spasms grew weaker and weaker and a couple more drops fell desultorily into the beaker.  When she was sure I was spent she put the flask on the desk and said “8 cc’s.”

Don continued to stand steady and Kim said her shoulder was starting to get sore.  Kelli winked and said, “Just like when we were kids, eh Don?”  He nodded and she came over and placed her hand next to Kim’s and added her friction to the affray.  Finally, after 25 minutes and some serious pre-cum leakage (which they didn’t measure since that “Doesn’t count”) Don said, “Grab that beaker, I’m about to bust a nut!”

Kim nervously held the flask in front of Don’s piss-hole when an eruption of cum jetted out violently against the back of the glass container.  Then another, then another, then another, so far none of them seeming to lose much in volume or color.  After about 12 volcanic spurts, the cock softened and 4 more hard spurts followed.  Finally some lackadaisical big drops splashed into the cum pool that was accumulating in the flask.  Kelli clicked her tongue and looked up at Don, “I’ve seen you do better than that – when did you fuck your girlfriend last?”

Don grew a bit sheepish and said “Damn, you know me too well sis.  About ½ and hour before coming to the lab today.”

“Fuuuuuuck!  There’s still 32 cc’s of cum in this flask!” exclaimed Kim excitedly.

I looked at amazement at the thick, white gooey paste that was in Subject A’s flask in comparison to the runny, slightly whitish puddle that was in my flask.  My dick hardened to a titanium tensile strength.  Kim noticed this and whispered in Kelli’s ear. “That’s a great idea”.  They added a bright red coloring to Don’s sample and poured a quarter of it out onto a a fairly large glass slide.  Suddenly Kelli’s hand grabbed my raging mini hard-on and pumped it while hissing “C’mon Ronnie, blast Don’s cum away!  You have got to blow away his swimmers or else they’ll get your wife pregnant”.  The scenario was turning me on and she giggled as I did shoot a load nearly ¾’s as much as my first.  My whitish spurts where distinct for a couple of seconds, but soon they appeared to be dispersing and disappearing in the sea of red dyed sploodge.

Kim hurriedly put the large glass slide onto a special microscope that actually projected its finding onto an overhead screen.  Suddenly we saw little pockets of undyed spermatozoa being enveloped by a seething horde of red colored ones.  It may have been a trick of the eye, but the red-dyed sperm cells seemed significantly larger than the normally colored ones.  Even the tails appeared to be longer and more violent in their life-delivering lashing motion. 

Kelli had her iPhone filming the projection and she said “I think I saw a few of the red one’s actually DEVOUR the smaller white ones, didn’t you?”   Kim nodded and laughed and Don looked down at my shriveling dick and sneered “You don’t stand a chance do you?!  Look, some of my sperms’ tails are busting his little swimmers to bits!”  He pointed back to the screen and the few remaining distinct white cells were getting sliced apart by his lethal DNA delivery system.

Kelli and Kim then asked us to sit down so they could ask us the survey part of their study.  “Aren’t we going to put our pants back on?” I queried timorously.  Kim frowned and said, “We need to continue to observe your manly organs to determine if even discussing sexual topics exhibit different behaviors between the Alpha and the Beta male.  Please be quiet and speak when only asked!  Thank you.”

Chastened I sat in the chair with my legs nearly closed while Don hooked his right leg over the arm of his chair and let us all observe his more than manly organ.

“First question, how old were you when you first masturbated?”

Don:  11

Ronnie: 14

“How old were you when another woman besides your Mother or sisters saw your penis?”

Don: “Let’s see, I was probably 11 then as well.”

Ronnie:  19

“How old were you when you lost your virginity to a woman?”

Don: “I believe I was 11 then too!”

Ronnie: 29

“How old were you when you had sex with a woman without paying for it?”

Don: “I sound like a broken record, but I was still 11.”

Ronnie:  (dejectedly) 31.

“How many consensual, non-paid partners have you had in your life?  If you can’t be exact please round up”

Ronnie: 1 or 2….2 I think.

Don: (looks amazed at Ronnie) –“ I’m probably somewhere around 450-500.  Let’s say 475.”

“How many times a week do you masturbate?”

Don:  “I don’t have to masturbate – girls have been at least jacking me off since I was 11 and that includes my sisters who felt sorry for me because I needed relief so bad and I hate touching my cock in that manner.”

Ronnie: “7-14 times a week”.

“Do you ever fantasize about sexual activity with another male?”

Ronnie:  “No  (SLAP)…errr yes (SLAP).  OK..OK…Not only do I fantasize, I perform services for other men.

Don:  I don’t fantasize about it much, but it happens more than you think – I don’t know how many times little dicks, who mostly dwarf Little Ronnie, offer to blow or jack me off.  I let them because I know that it makes them feel better holding some REAL meat in their puny little hands.  Otherwise, my balls would probably get very swollen since I can’t always go into the ladies’ room and have chicks perform this needed service.”

Kelli and Kim nodded in understanding.

“Last question, what do your partners normally say when you have sex with them?”

Don:  “God you’re AWESOME!  I’ve NEVER been fucked so COMPLETELY in my life!  When can I see you again?”

Ronnie:  “My ex usually asked if I was in yet over and over.  The other girl said “God why are you punishing me?!”  I thought she was calling out to God in pain and told her I’d be gentler.  She laughed and said, “No, I’m literally asking him why He is punishing me!”  We didn’t date very long."

That was the end of our session.  Kelli and Kim did perform these experiments on a number of other volunteers (usually just one at a time though).  They gathered up their results and created a multi-media project called “Male Sexual Diversity, Classifying Men via their Primary Sexual Characteristics and their Sexual History.”  As expected, Subject A was by far the biggest, most sexually active participant.  Subject B was by far the smallest and least sexually active. 

As a matter of fact, Kelli and Kim decided that Alpha and Beta classification was insufficient in all cases.  Subject B was given the Omega classification.  They said I should be proud since I was the only example of this rare male type.   Their project actually trended on the internet and was discussed quite a bit.  They became rather famous as unfortunately Don and I did as well.  Someone, they said, stole their notes and our identities were compromised.  Now I’m called Omega man by a LOT of people and Don is getting more tail than Wilt Chamberlain.