*rural america, the 1980s*
(Forgot tags: [Fm] [blowjob])
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It was something unusual perhaps for most, but for a teenager like Mike, waking up and masturbating several times in a row was fairly normal.
Of course, he soon discovered that something was amiss. No matter how many orgasms he pumped out, his hard-on never softened. It was a saturday, and Mike never really did much on saturday but watch tv and draw, or go out into the woods for some quiet.
By lunch however, something was very obviously wrong. His hard-on remained as it had this morning; his mind still in lust, his dick wasn’t even sore and his loads only seemed to get larger. He knew he needed to figure it out, fast.
First, he tried simply refraining from masturbating, hoping the hard on would die down. This only made it worse however; his mind broke like a dam and started dreaming up all sorts of fantasies, he flipped through his porn mags cover-to-cover. And his balls ached, he felt a warmth and preasure – a beg for a release.
After pumping out the highest volume of cum in his life, he knew he would have some time to call someone.
His first idea was his mother, but she had no medical experiance, and Mike certainly didn’t want to go all the way into the city hospital sporting an erection the entire way.
So, he called a neighbor, Janice.
Janice was a retired paramedic and researcher of some kind, and she didn’t really ever converse with Mike or his mother other than a neighborly exchange of phone numbers. Mike figured, hell, maybe this can be resolved and no one would have to embarrass him.
So he called up Janice and after an awkward phone conversation, she professionally said she would do whatever she could to help and be there soon.
There seemed to be no point in hiding the erection – he figured she would have to take a look at it eventually. So he kept on a simple pair of sweat pants.
Janice was a tall, fit MILF with the classic pink top and grey yoga pants, and hoop earings when she wanted attention. Mike figured she had no professional clothes left to come dressed like that, or maybe… no, as if.
Mike and Janice tried their best to be professional about it – there was pretty much nothing else to do. They both knew, one way or another, she was gonna have to look at whats going on down there.
Janice thought outloud.
“Well, i don’t think its cancer, its too symetrical in the amount of *ahem* buildup. The erection could be due to a misfiring set of nerves in the brain, but that wouldn’t explain the out-of-control gamete reproduction. There’s a lot of heat but only on the testicals themselves, but thats weird, because testicals don’t produce heat. Your heart rate is slightly elevated. But blood preasure is constant-ish, basically, it seems like your condition is stable, except for the massive exponential buildup of cu- i mean, sperm.”
“It kinda… hurts.” Mike said.
“We’re gonna need to relieve some preasure. So uhm… if you would like to go to bathroom for a few minutes and then come back?”
“Uhm… yeah.”
Mike did as he was told, but when he returned his balls re-grew to the same size within minutes. It seemed that even a full torrent of cum was not enough to return him to normality.
“Maybe you just need a little…” Janice spoke softly.
Janice said no further words, but wrapping her hand around his pulsing erect cock, Mike knew the ice had been broken. Its all the spirit of helping the patient, Janice jokes to herself. She let her massive breasts out of the stretchy fabric of her skin-tight top, and invited Mikes hands to play. For a highschooler, he was rather strong, but his hands had grown weak in his attempts to satisfy himself. Now his only hope was Janice, or he feared he might burst.
Luckily, Janice thought, she was exactly the right woman for the job. Armed with a rockin and fit body, experianced hands and mouth, she knew she could drain this young man.
Janice’s soft, wet lips slowly wrapped around his cock, his balls seemed to pulse in response, seemed almost eager to dump a load anywhere in this woman.
Her right hand tightly gripped his shaft, while the left held his balls, the both of them together seemed to be soft-ball sized and ever growing. Interestingly, the skin seemed to be growing with them.
Up and down, her pink lip-stick painted lips glossed over his eager cock. The tip oozed more pre-cum, his cock pulsed. Mike was new to this, and with Janices skill and slobber, he was quickly orgasming.
The sight would remain forever in his memory, just as strong as the feeling; letting go in her, her wet hot mouth sucking the spurts out of him, making his moans loud and uncontrollable. The first few spurts filled her mouth, the next few went down her throat as she desperately attempted to swallow, but her efforts could not contain him, and around his cock’s base where it met Janice’s wet lips, cum spilled out in globs – hot, thick, and potent.
Finally, some relief. His balls were still slightly bloated, but they were now soft and the warmth had gone down. Cum dripped and ran like honey out of open jar, from Janice’s mouth it seemed no amount of swallowing or scooping could get rid of it all. Mike remained hard, but the ache was gone at least.
Subdued, he lay still and fell asleep.
When mike woke, Janice had cleaned herself up, but like the ever curious woman she was, an old microscope now was on the living room desk, probably left over from her research job. A sample of Mike’s cum in her slide, she was deep in thought.
Breaking that thought though was Mike, standing fully nude, balls back to the soft-ball size and aching again. He said nothing, but she understood and her mouth went to work again. She kinda liked doing it for Mike though. A boy like this deserves it right? Janice thought. The thought seemed strange to her, but rather enticing.
Again Mike emptied a massive pint of cum into her mouth – and Janice eagerly swallowed each spurt this time, working hard to glug it all down. Alas she still failed and a spurt landed on her face – it alone had covered her from cheek to cheek in thick jizz. She normally hated it, but now she was not so sure. If only she was still on birth control she thought – she missed the feeling of even a normal sized load in her. She could only dream of what one of Mike’s loads would feel like, so thick and hot and massive. May would really enjoy it – she always loved cum so much more than Janice and stuck to birth control like a religon.
Within her mind, Janice seemed to be discovering fetishes she never knew she had. She wanted to drink his cum happily, she wanted to be covered in it from head to toe, and she wanted her holes filled with it, all of them, if only she thought.
Suppressed once again, Mike fell asleep, more drained than even last time. It seemed she was able to get it out of him faster than it was produced, for now at least.
Covered across her face in warm jizzand with a belly full of delicious cum, Janice studied the release. It defied what was known about sperm. First off, most of the time sperm cells are supposed to die shortly after release, but these seemed almost immortal. They were being accompanied by some other cell that shouldn’t be there, but she couldn’t tell for sure what it was doing. It seemed to be just a dead one. But it wasn’t human biology, no, it was foreign. It was a virus, or a bacteria.
And Janice just swallowed about a quart of the stuff. Who knows what could happen to her, if the infection can interface with her biology as well? What will happen to her dear Mike as the infection progresses? Janice worried. But still – she was very, very wet too…
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To be continued?