Faly Tree Tea:

In 2001, I took a trip to Brazil to determine the effects of clear cutting on the rain forest.  During the trip, I met many fascinating people from a number of jungle cultures.  My company managed to get 2-million acres declared a cultural preserve for several groups of natives & over all, the trip was a success.  Upon my departure, one of the elders from a jungle tribe presented me with a small box full of grainy powder.  Through the translator, I found out it was called Faly Tree Tea.  The translator blushed as he said the chief was telling him that it was only for long days with significant other and to only use a few grains to make the tea.  I thanked him for the gift by letting him have my Swiss army knife & then I departed.  Because our flight was private & government funded, I did not have to go through customs regular shakedown & the box passed through without incident.  Little did I know what I had brought back.

After getting home & unpacking (a Thursday night), I went out onto my porch to relax.  While I was there, the neighbors cat came over to sharpen his claws on my outdoor furniture.  While watching the cat I had learned to loathe, I got an idea.  I went back inside my condo & poured a bowl of milk into which I put a single grain of the Faly tree tea.  I took the milk out and gave it to the cat who lapped it down greedily.  After about 20 minutes, the cat fell down.  It got back up & staggered around some more before falling down again.  Finally, it couldn't get back up but just laid there purring loudly.  I took the spray bottle full of water over to it & aimed the water at it's face.  Normally, the cat would run like blazes from this.  However, it just laid there purring.  I reached over an patted it.  It just purred.  I gave it a few gentle pokes and it just breathed faster while continuing to purr.  I set the spray to mist & gave the bottle a squeeze at the cat.  The cat just kept purring.  Hmmmm, I thought.  That's one contented cat.  I scratched it lightly along it's back and it's legs straightened & stiffened with it's claws half out, & then it kinda stuck that way ... still loudly purring.  Weird.  After an hour of cat experiments of waving my arms, shooting it with the sprayer & seeing if it would get up or do anything other than make air-biscuits & purr; -- I was getting tired so I went to bed.  If it died, it died.  I really didn't like the cat anyway.  For now it just laid there purring -- taking up space on my porch -- but it did look more 'fluffy' than it had earlier..

After 8 hours of sleep, I got up with the alarm & out of curiosity, checked on the cat.  It was still laying there, purring loudly.  Weird.  I did a lot of work from home & I needed to write a summary report, so that day was spent at home doing exactly that -- & checking the cat occasionally.  At about noon, nearly 16 hours after drinking it's "tea-milk", the cat got up & scampered off my porch.  The day passed quickly and 22 pages later, my report was done.  Around evening, there was a scratching at my front door and I could hear a cat meowing.  It had never done that before.  I got my handy spray bottle & upon opening the door, gave the cat a good facial dousing.  It went running away like I had lit it on fire.  I laughed.  However, about an hour later, that crazy cat was at my front door again loudly scratching & meowing.  At the time, I figured that was the price I paid for feeding it.  Another treatment with the spray bottle sent it running.  I phoned my neighbor & told him his cat was over at my place begging to be fed.  He replied that he had just fed the cat a couple of hours prior.  Hmmmmm.  On it's 3rd visit to my front door, I got the ammonia spray bottle & gave it a good spray to the cat's face.  It didn't return for a 4th time, but the next day -- Friday before leaving for the office, I saw the cat hanging out near my condo - eyeing it wantingly.

After leaving the office that evening, I hit the gym & found out from my buds what was happening around town that weekend.  My friend Rob was there with his cousin Tom who was visiting.  Rob lived in a run down part of town in a building he was fixing up.  He had gotten a call that day from his mother about his great-grandfather's sudden passing (at 102 years old, go-figure).  Anyway, Rob needed to leave town for a few days & asked if I'd mind if Tom stayed with me because he didn't want him alone in the part of town he lived in.  Tom was 21 and a major hottie.  His personality had a naive, disarming quality to it & although I couldn't be sure -- with his olive skin, dark hair, blue eyes & thick eyebrows -- all added to a perfect-10 physique, I suspected that perhaps the dude sweat pure testosterone when he worked out.  Upon meeting me, Tom seemed a little bit distracted -- but I chalked that up to shyness.  Over the next hour, we all shot the breeze & made lots of small talk.  I finished my workout & helped Tom with a few of his remaining sets.   

Hitting the locker room, I stripped & hit the shower.  The shower I used had a shaving mirror in it and I trimmed the edges of my groomed stubble while showering.  A few minutes into my shave, I could see Tom nearly out of eyeshot, looking me over as I stood back to.  I was 25 and in great shape & while nature had not gifted me like Tom, my plastic surgeon had filled in the gaps quite nicely.  After watching me for about 15 seconds, I think he realized there was a mirror in my shower stall & he suddenly asked if there were shaving mirrors in any of the other showers (which there weren't).  I told him no & if he wanted to wait, he could use this shower after me.  He said that it wasn't that important & stepped into the stall beside mine.  Man, what a body that guy had, - I noted to myself as he walked by.  And, my G0YDAR was beginning suspect that maybe, he felt the same way about mine.

I finished showering & dried off with my large towel.  Seeing he had none, I left mine & told him to bring it with him when he was done.  I'd be in the locker room main area.  About 2 minutes later, Tom sauntered into the room.  "Thanks for the towel", he commented.  Even the guy's voice was sex-charged. 

"No problem".  I replied.  "I've forgot mine too on more than a few occasions.".  We got dressed & discussed family, school, & other light topics as we left. 

Getting to my place, Tom looked around & commented: "Nice".  And upon seeing the hot-tub commented: "Veryyy nice".

"Thanks", I replied.  "It's custom.  Want to try it out?"

"Hell Yeah!" - Tom's voice took on an excited tone.

"I'll turn on the heat & jets.  It'll take about 10 minutes.  Do you want something to drink?" I asked.

"Got any cold filtered light beer?"

I thought for a moment.  "No ... but I have some 'Kick your ass South American Iced tea' left.  Probably about a glass but I can make some more.".

"What is it?", Tom asked inquisitively.

"It's called Faly-tree-tea.  But, it's probably too strong for you.  I wouldn't want to wreck your day tomorrow...", I said in a semi challenging tone.

"Actually, I like trying new things.", Tom responded.  "Besides, I'm a big boy now.", he grinned - making my knees weak. 

"If you insist ... but remember, I warned you...", I chuckled loudly.  I went to the kitchen & poured a glass of regular iced tea & then opening the box, put 5 grains of Faly tea into the glass & stirred it in."  Adding a lemon wedge & ice, I went back to the tub.  Tom was already in the tub so I handed him his glass.  I had a small beer-cooler at the tub edge & I reached inside & grabbed a wine cooler for myself.  Tom took a deep swig of his tea.

"Good", he said, "but it tastes like iced tea to me."

"You know, some people say that.  Others think it's like catnip.", I smiled.  We made small talk again.  Turns out that Tom was a fitness trainer & part-time male model (Didn't see that coming, eh)!  As Tom continued to talk, his hand holding the glass began to shake a little like when you've overworked the muscles in a limb.  He downed the rest of the tea & handed me the glass that I put on the lip of the tub. 

"I think I must have overdone it at the gym." Tom commented.  "I feel kind shaky like when you first start working out & your body isn't in to it yet.  But this tub is so relaxing it's like I can feel every jet hit me & even count the bubbles that are rolling around me." 

Tom's eyes were half opened, but still bright & full of awareness.  I recalled the cat's reaction. "That's partly the tea too dude.  Are you tired?"  I took his wrist that was floating beside him & slid my fingers down to get a pulse.  It was in the normal range.

"I'm wide awake", he softly spoke.  "Totally sense aware ... just massively relaxed...", Tom described.  I gave his hand a gentle, friendly squeeze.  He took a deep breath & smiled some.  "Bro, that feels really good ... & like - I feel it replay, -- almost like an echo, even after I saw you stop squeezing.", Tom commented. 

"I told you it was intense tea dude." I reminded him, -- surprised myself at the effect.  I got an idea.  "Feel like helping me with an experiment?" I asked. "All you need to do is answer questions about what you're feeling."

"Sure ... like how good the jets in this tub feel right now?", Tom replied.

"Yeah. And others ... like can you move?"

"Well, I think so.", Tom replied extending his right leg toward me (I was sitting across the tub from him about a meter away). "But it feels really strange."

"In what way?". I inquired.

"I can feel where my leg is now, but also where is just was and the movement when I straightened it out, -- all at the same time.  I wouldn't know where it is right now along that movement path if I wasn't paying attention.". 

"Let's wait for a few minutes & see how that changes." I suggested.  I looked at the clock on the wall.  "You don't have any other sensory feedback other than touch?"

"Hearing & vision seem fine.", Tom replied.  "I'm not groggy, but to say I'm feeling good would be an understatement."

"You said that you could count the bubbles wrapping around you.  Was that just a figure of speech?",  I prodded.

"Well, it's strange.  Every new bubble that hits me I can feel.  Literally, every single one and there must be hundreds every second.  I can also feel the pressure in the jets when that changes.  But there's this blurring after that where I can feel the entire journey of the bubble around me after it's long gone.  It's like juggling I guess."

"Juggling?", I asked

"Yeah, I can juggle about 5 things at a time & keep track of them all.  This is like being able to juggle 500 things at a time & remember the path every one of them has taken as well as where each is at the moment."

"Can you still feel the entire movement when you straightened your leg, even now?", I reminded.

"Yeah.", he replied.  "It's a totally confusing sensation to simultaneously feel it in all those locations.  I don't know by feel if I can retract it or stretch it out because it feels like it's in both places & in between.".  Tom smiled.  "Definitely do not operate heavy machinery while on this stuff.  Hey, the sensation of that squeeze you put on my hand just went away."

"You mean it faded out?", I asked further.

"No, it just stopped.  It felt just like it should have when you stopped."

"So, it's a sensory echo loop, not a slow fade out of feeling?", I suggested.

"Yeah.  So in a few seconds, I should feel my leg in the right place?", Tom hypothesized.

"Let's wait & see." I replied.  We waited for about 30 seconds and sure enough...

"Yeah, wow ... that's really bizarre.  It felt just like it should have when I stretched it out.  Now I know where it is.", Tom explained

I looked at the clock,  "That's about 3 minutes or so of sensory echo.  And you feel the echoes like the original sensation?"

"Yeah.", he replied.  "It's a total mind job.  But in this tub, it feels great."  

"Can you stand up?", I asked.  "You probably will have to do it in one motion & be sure to grab the edge of the tub".

"I'll try.".  Tom stood up slowly & smoothly taking the edge of the tub with his left hand. "Whoa, this feels strange....It feels like I'm still laying in the tub and standing and in between."  Tom steadied himself.  I stood & kept a hand near his arm in case he fell.

"Can you walk?"

"Not a chance.", he smiled.  His grin was so sexy it made my knees weak again. 

"Just stand there & I'll dry ya off.", I said.  I grabbed a towel from the tub's edge & quickly dried my body that was above the water line.  I took a step toward him & started gently rubbing the towel on his head.  As the fibers gently abraded his scalp & skin, his mouth opened some as he took a big lungful of air.  I wrapped it around him & with a few long strokes dried the most of it off him.  Tom let out a groan.

"Dude, that feels soooooooo awesome.", he groaned as he began to lose his balance.  I stepped in under his arm & putting my arms around him & sliding one down under his knees, I lifted him out of the water & carried him to the guest bedroom down the hallway with him groaning in pleasure all the way.  Near the side of the bed, I lowered his feet to the floor & with my freed hand, pulled back the covers.  Once back, I lowered him so that he was sitting on the bed's edge with his legs & feet over the side.  Grabbing another towel, I used firm strokes to soak up the water on his lower body.  Moving it along his inner thighs, I gently stroked the moisture from his cock & balls because I had an idea what would happen to the guy if he had a few minutes of sensory echo of a towel covered hand slow rubbing him down there.

Tom's breathing was deep & fast & his back was arched some as he moaned something unintelligible.  His 85 kg muscular body was slightly tensed & his veins stood out.  He had hair in all the right places & was very well groomed.  Everything about the guy yelled "sex -appeal" and his blemish-less skin was interrupted only by a small crescent birthmark near his naval. His dick was beginning to inflate as the sensory echo of the toweling session lit up his nervous system.  I rotated him 90 degrees so that his feet were on the bed & pulled the sheet over just covering his groin.  Reaching over I ran my fingers through his hair scratching his head some & massaging the back of his neck as my hand got around to it.  Tom whispered -- almost pleading, "Don't stop....man, please don't stop....".

"Do you want me to climb in with ya, bro?", I asked, - just being formal.

Tom whispered back, "Phuck yeah ... Your touch feels so good; -- It's like I can't get enough..."

I dropped my towel-wrap to the floor & dimmed the lamp near the bed.  Pulling away the sheet to climb in, I saw that Tom was sporting a full erection & his foreskin was pulled back.  The guy had totally awesome symmetry & his young, helpless muscled bod dripping precum & breathing heavily was a sight you literally wanted to drink up.  "Do you trust me?", I asked.

"Yeah dude.  Feeling like this with you beside me is kinda what I wanted since I set eyes on you.  I just wasn't sure if you were turned off by guys or not."

"I have a hard time believing that any guy could be turned off by you dude.", I responded.  "Just relax."  Crawling on top to Tom, pec2pec, balls2balls; -- I wrapped my arms around him & wrapped my legs so one was on each side of both of his pulling them together.  Tom begin to groan -- enjoying the pressure on his groin.  Using my elbows & turning my pelvis, I flipped us around so he was on top of me.  Pulling a loose pillow in, I put it on my right shoulder where I guided his head to rest -- turned in toward my face so I could hear his breathing.  "Now I can massage you all night.", I said.

Tom moaned a little & groaned a deeper, more intense groan as I felt his cock stiffen between our two abdomens.  His heart was pounding hard & fast.  As his big dick hardened again in a slow throb, he began to gasp & groan louder.  I slid my right hand down onto his glutes & felt the little tremors that were beginning to collect there.  "Dude, I'm gonna cum...I can't help it ... it feels so good.", he whispered, almost frantically.

"Enjoy your gun, Bro.  Shoot all you want ... cause by the feel of things, I'm probably gonna join ya.", I assured him. I was already rock hard and the feel of this stud twitching & groaning was pushing me to the edge really fast.  My dick gave a hard throb beside his & I moved my head closer to his -- gently rubbing the skin of our baby shadows together.  Tom's groaning turned more intense as I felt his arse muscles tighten under my hand followed by those in his back as he arched it some.  At the same time, I felt his dick swell & get harder that I'd felt it so far.  The arch in his back caused his neck to rise some and the veins in his neck & face bulged as he clenched his teeth hard -- pulling air in through his barely opened lips -- & forcefully expelling it through his flailing nostrils.  His breathing was momentarily interrupted as his loaded penis shot it's first hott volley. The view & feel of this GQ-testosterone factory losing his nutt was an '11' on a scale of 1 to 10, & my dick instantly joined in due to the 'peer pressure'.  Over the next 15 seconds or so, our cocks pumped out a respectable volume of man sauce into our navels & surrounding areas as we slowly slimed each other's hopping dick in the hot wetness of it.. 

Every time Tom's cock would shoot a streamer, his breathing would momentarily halt.  As I was beginning to regain my composure with the tremors in my penis subsiding into that warm afterglow, Tom showed no signs of resolution.  His tortured gasps became more punctuated with stoppages in his breathing & sweat glistened on his forehead as his elbows pushed hard into the mattress on each side of me.  The strong muscles that were arching his back & tightening his arse & legs were beginning to fibrillate causing him to shake.  Meanwhile, his rock hard dick continued to relentlessly pulsate as it dry-heaved -- his prostate emptied of any remaining jizz to actually shoot. 

I knew it must be the Faly tea stretching out the orgasm, but I doubted that a person could experience that level of intensity for 3 full minutes.  As the intense feeling of each cock-volley piled on top of the previous, his muscular quivering got more noticeable & his face became deeper purple in color as his breathing turned into short frantic gasps.  His gasping finally stopped and his mouth opened some -- almost like someone who is wracked by so much feeling that they cannot move, speak or breathe.  His eyelids were were tensed slits that suddenly opened some as they relaxed.  Simultaneously,  his eyes rolled back as his body suddenly relaxed.  I wrapped my arms around him protectively & constrained his legs with my own as big twitches caused by his unconsciousness wanted to make them jerk about.  Another few seconds passed and his breathing started again, deep & fast.   I took stock of the beautiful thing I had my arms around.  How could anyone see something made so wonderfully -- worthy of so much love & not know by the sheer beauty of it that there was a God?

I gently hugged & caressed Tom for several minutes before he began to awaken.  As he did, he just groaned as the feel of the gentle massage combined with the effects of the Faly tea sent his mind to a place of bliss.  Amazingly, within 5 minutes or so, his erection began to return.  Being very careful not to make any unnecessary sensations at his crotch, he managed to hold his next orgasm off about 15 minutes while we slowly explored each others lips & tongues.  The muscle-stud just oozed sex appeal.  Watching & feeling his orgasm take him, sent me over the top ... again & again.  I shot with him the first 5 sets.  Normally, they'd be no way I'd be able to do that, but the experience of watching   tension build in that sex-charged bod, - & then lose control: - Man!  What a powerful aphrodisiac!  The experience was such a mental turn on that my dick just sprang to life watching the experience take him!  Each time, he'd end up cumming so long & hard that he'd pass out, then resolve & compose himself for another round.

He was having 3-4 orgasms an hour & somehow his body was now making lots of semen for him to shoot each time.  As he started on his 8th cycle, I realized that if I could keep air in his lungs, he'd last longer.  So, after Tom's engorged, veiny rock-cock was rehardened, I rolled him off me to the point where I could prop myself on my side. He was on his back with his body turned some so that his torso was turned inward some toward me.  His legs were together & my right leg was bent & underneath them.  I moved my left leg across the top of his & interlocked my feet.  This moved his knees together & gently held his legs clamped between mine.  His right arm was relaxing on the pillows near the headboard so that his armpit were exposed.  I placed my right arm so that it supported me on my side & hand was under the back of his neck, -  supporting it & helping to hold his airway open.  I slid my left hand over his muscular chest enjoying the feel of the stubble on it.  Tommy groaned as I passionately moved it down over his abs -- causing lots of little goose pimples to form on his belly.  Continuing the journey southward, his erection welcomed my gentle grip with a hard throb as Tom's back arched.  As I began to slowly & gently glide it up & down over his glans Tom's cock got so hard it felt like velvet on steel & his back arched a good 20 degrees.  The muscles in his legs got stiff & his toes curled in so hard I heard them crack.  His groan turned into a cry of pleasure as he let out a loud "Arggghhhhhhh"!  When a guy shoots, the orgasm consists of pulses about .9 seconds apart.  If you know that, you can coordinate the movement of your hand on his dick so that as the muscles stiffen to propel his semen forward, your hand along the shaft is moving in the same direction helping to squeeze it out.  The result is a much more intense orgasm for the guy, and semen that travels a considerable distance as it spurts from the end of his dick.  With my help, Tommy was painting the headboard with his seed.   The most erotic thing was that where a regular guy will have 8-9 really powerful -- overwhelming orgasmic bursts per orgasm that subside after 15-30 seconds, Tom's cock kept shooting at full power as his groans went to cries of pleasure that were choked out by the sheer overload the feelings were putting on his nervous system.  As before, Toms body was still tensed & shaking while his face was dark red as the veins in his neck stood out.  His breathing stopped as his pleasure-tortured nervous system could no longer sort the signals between cumming & breathing.  His dick continued to fire powerfully as my hand coaxed it along.  Soon - that look of 'utter overwhelming' captured Tom's open-mouth'd expression.  It was at this point before. -- where within 10 seconds or less, he'd pass out.  

Only this time, I elevated my right hand some to open his airway, and leaning over face to face, I covered his mouth & nose with my open mouth & blew in a deep puff of air.  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his belly expand as his lungs filled.  Taking my mouth away from his face, he exhaled what was a half cry, half yell of ecstasy.  Meanwhile, his cock continued to dry-heave powerfully as I jacked it off in sync with the contractions.  As soon as Tom stopped exhaling, I blew another deep puff of air into him.  Again, his exhale was a mixed yell.  Tears were really streaming down the sides of his face & the red purple that colored him from the neck up began to move downward as the veins beneath his skin flooded his straining muscles with blood.  My next puff of air into him became a kiss as I decided to let him exhale through his nose while & enjoyed his mouth.  

I noticed that every time his penis would convulse in orgasm, his lips would quiver against mine.  His lower & legs writhed around in slow, helpless meandering as his feet & toes expressed the tormented pleasure in their universal sign language that silently describes mind-blowing sex being enjoyed higher up on the body.  After about 10 minutes of slow milking the fluid from his balls in what must have been the world's longest orgasm, I stopped jacking him & just helped him breathe -- exploring the muscles of his upper legs, thighs & groin.  It took about 3 minutes & finally Tom began to gasp & breathe on his own.  His color returned to normal as a smile formed on his face that wouldn't go away.

"Feel'n OK?", I asked.

"Bro, that was the most wonderful torture I've ever experienced." , Tom replied.  "Less than a minute after you began breathing for me, the feeling of orgasm spread from my cock to as if my whole body was having one.  I could even feel it in my lips!  Let me catch my breath & please do me again."

"OK, but your turn to do me next weekend!", I smiled back. Man, did we make a mess of the bed.  I wouldn't have traded it for a free trip to the space station!

Finally, early in the AM, he passed out and stayed asleep.  This let me finally get to sleep too, -- both of us wrapped up in each other.  I awoke at about 2PM & as much as I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped up with him, I needed to take a killer piss.  As I got up, he awoke with the same need to piss so I led him to the bathroom.  The Faly tea had worn off & as we took a joint piss together.  Tom told me that the previous night was the best time he'd ever had with another dude.  Getting back to the bedroom, I gave him a deep tissue massage to help with the soreness that had resulted from multiple sessions of super-orgasms.  We took it easy the rest of the day catching some sun in my greenhouse & grazing in the kitchen.

We decided to get together the next weekend and it was my turn to have a glass of iced tea.  That was the beginning of my very best friendship.  I never did figure out just what jungle tree was the "Faly" tree.  Perhaps that's just another reason to try to save the rainforest!

NOTE: "Faly-TREE TEA" is unique. It is generally impossible to come by. It is NOT to be CONFUSED with any other type of TREE nor TEA.