Forming a Control Group for Deep Penetrative Experimentation, Hard Science and the Acquisition of Developmental Materials i.e. Sperm. Lots of it. Gallons. Which is hypothetically the amount of semen my favorite uncle pumped down my throat during the period in my life I like to refer to as ''the Osh Kosh B'Gosh years.'' I loved my Uncle and he loved me like a Father loves a son upon discovering he was born with out a gag reflex. Frequently. The years flew by and I was growing like a weed and by 5th grade my nuts dropped, I got taller, my pit's stank, I started shaving my face, and I shot my very first load while watching an episode of The Wild Wild West. This was a lively topic of conversation at the barber shop when me and Uncle Clyde were getting hair cuts, I always got naked for my haircut because I loved it when The barber finishes and squirts me all over with the air hose blowing thing, the barber's name is Mac and he commented on how big I was getting, and Uncle Clyde says it's because I'm a little cum guzzler, and that eating so much of his jism is what's making me grow up so quick. Uncle Clyde was always full of schemes and theories about how "Things Worked." Time would prove him right as my developing adolescence body quickly hurdled beyond my Uncle's rather staid letch for the soft dimpled flesh of prepubescent little boys, and our physical relationship ended. It was replaced with an almost decade long mentoring process, focusing on self sufficiency and Fire Fox era survival skills which included getting my first job at a gas station owned by a man my Uncle knew.
Though young and completely unaware of the Scientific Method, I some how managed to take part in my Uncle's still nascent theory of jizz accelerated adolescent development in a perfect environment, a living laboratory, CB's Gas Station. At an age when friends were just starting to experiment touching each other's pee-pees, I was eagerly performing the sort of sexual acts one would hesitate to ask of a professional. CB was a Viet Nam war vet, a biker, a cock sucker of renowned skill, and was so good at eating ass I saw a straight guy pay him 20 bucks for a five minute face ride. Between CB's spill over, the used tire sex maze behind the gas station, and a carefully hand bored gloryhole I made myself at a near by Farmer's Market men's room, I quickly earned a reputation as a hot, horned up, bouncy little fucker with few limits and easier to make than Jell-O. I can only conclude my rather heroic intake of spunk during my formative years facilitated a marked advance in my physiological development and growth, leaving me a fully formed, big dicked, hairy, rope shooting adult at a shockingly ridiculous young age .
This one singular incidence, though intriguing, is antidotal and speculative at best, Scientific Authority can only be achieved, when the outcome of an experiment has both repeatability and reproducibility. At this point in time more research and experimentation is definitely and eagerly required.