[MF] How I discovered my hyperspermia

The average volume of male ejaculate is 5 mL, roughly 1 teaspoon. Those who consistently produce 10+ mL are afflicted/blessed with a condition known as hyperspermia. Also “heavy cummer” or rather, “WOW, that’s a lot of cum”.

I’ve found, living with this has led to several interesting stories. Let’s start with the first one.

Now, I was raised by a devout woman, and while, sure, I masturbated here and there, I was extremely naive when it came to anything sex. I avoided all overtures of sexual contact for fear of burning in hell. Then, I got to college and it just seemed like everyone was fucking and I mean, everyone. Even my 300 lb roommate appeared to be sleeping with a new girl every week.

So it was the spring semester of my freshman year, and I (19) had pretty much given up on the notion I was going to be a virgin until I was married. Only issue was, going from nothing to perpetually surrounded by sex, can create a lot of anxiety about the matter.

I had taken the first year of calculus in high school, so I jumped straight into calc 2. I’m pretty sure I was the youngest kid in my class. The older girl (21) that often sat next to me was this rockabilly chick. She was perfectly made-up, cute 50’s dresses, skinny, tats. Not really my type at the time, but I thought she was really pretty nonetheless. Let’s call her Trisha.

Our semester grade was made up entirely of two exams. When our professor handed us back our mid-terms, he informed us the highest grade was a 95 and he made the curve based off that. It was me, the 95. Trisha, who hadn’t spoken to me once all semester turns to me and asks, “What’d you get?”

“95,” I told her.

“With or without the curve?”

I didn’t want to be THAT guy, so I told her with the curve.

“Still, you’re really smart, huh?”

I was so passive back then, I would’ve said yes, regardless, but she worked at a local pizza place and offered me free pies in exchange for tutoring her, which to kid who was growing tired of dining hall food, sounded like the deal of the century.

I went over to the apartment she shared with her older hippie boyfriend, twice a week for a few hours. We got along okay but she mostly treated me like her little brother. Everything was real chill and laid back. A couple of weeks before our final, she casually asked me if I was seeing anybody. I told her I wasn’t. Bits of conversation lead to another, and I wind up admitting to her that I was a virgin.

“Have you ever seen a girls tits in person?”

I hadn’t.

She nonchalantly started to unbutton her shirt. I panicked and reacted awkwardly, knowing her boyfriend was hanging out in the living room. She assured me it was okay, and that he shared her with his friends sometimes. She finished unbuttoning, exposing her small, perky breasts with dark, eraser nipples and almost no areola.

“Do you want to touch them?”

“Is it okay?”

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest. Truthfully, it didn’t feel much different than grabbing at my own, but I was still hyper-aroused by my hands on another body for the first time. She was amused by my excitement.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, getting up and walking out of the room without putting her shirt back on.

I heard her talking to her boyfriend, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying on the other side of the wall. All I heard was, clear as crystal, him saying, “Yeah, that’s cool. Just tell him to put on a condom.”

I was scared. I nearly considered getting up and excusing myself, but I thought to myself, yeah, I want this. Let’s get it over with.

Trisha returned a minute later with a LifeStyles condom in a green wrapper. She pulled down my pants, giggling at the fact I was already rock hard. She didn’t suck it, but she gleefully stroked it for a good minute or two before I pulled away from her, animatedly staving off a premature ejaculation. She laughed as I curled away from her. She thought I had cum already, as she licked my precum off her fingers.

“Then that’s a lot of precum,” she said.

That’s the first time I’d ever heard the term “precum”.

Trisha proceeded to roll the condom onto my erection, removed her panties, and straddled me with her skirt on. It didn’t feel quite like I was expecting. I suppose that was because I had no frame of reference to what a condom would feel like. I felt warmth, snugness, a little discomfort due to the latex rubbing against the head of my cock… but also very very indescribably amazing. My terror probably prevented me cumming too soon, going as far as allowing her to tighten her pussy on my dick as she heaved her tits in my face, squealing with delight.

“Good boy. Now fuck me,” she said, bending herself over her and her boyfriend’s bed.

I was mesmerized by the sight of her small, tight, round ass smack back against my pelvis. I didn’t go more than 10 thrusts before I began to feel those joyous spasms begin to rise in my lower back.

With what sounded like a nerdy whine, I warned her, “Oh, no! I’m going to cum!”

“Don’t stop. Cum in the condom,” she moaned back.

So I did. I allowed myself to freely fill up the rubber… and more… and more.

“Ooh, that’s a lot of fucking cum,” she chuckled, as I continued to pulse inside of her.

I knew I was only halfway done, when I noticed the condom appear to begin to slip off of me. I had no idea what it was doing inside, let alone the general physics of one, so my natural reaction was to thrust myself back into it.

Big mistake.

I drove my cock deep into her, causing the unseen bubble of cum forming around the tip to burst inside Trisha’s wet pussy.

We both shrieked. I released what can only be described as a repetitive onslaught of apologies. She rolled over onto her back, half frightened, half amused by the extreme mess of white jizz and latex oozing from her unexpected cunt. She knew it was an accident, but that didn’t stop her from being startled by unwanted cum inside of her.

Alerted by the commotion, Trisha’s boyfriend burst into the room. He took one look at me and one look at the damage I did to his girl’s vagina, then walked over to me, poking me in the chest, interrogating me, “Dude, what the fuck you do to my girlfriend?”

I was certain I was going to get my ass kicked, but Trisha quickly calmed him down, laughing her ass off at the situation.

Once, he settled, he was baffled. “Dude, don’t you jack off? That was a ton of cum. Don’t you know, heavy cummers aren’t supposed to cum in a condom?”

We live and learn.

Trisha got a B on the final.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a7sshx/mf_how_i_discovered_my_hyperspermia