Battling Hyperspermia: Chapter 1 – Meet Mike [M] [Medical condition] [Shy male] [Excessive cum]

Mike is an average young man. He lives in your typical suburban neighborhood in Anytown, USA, with a loving mother and a stern, but fair father. Growing up, he engages in many of the typical activities an average young man might enjoy: Riding bikes with his friends around the cul-de-sac, playing tag and hide-and-seek with the neighborhood kids, and his favorite, a bit of gaming (Though his mother was sure to curb his behavior to a tolerable level). As Mike hits puberty though, it becomes quickly evident that one thing about him is decidedly above-average: His sex drive, and his ability to produce male ejaculate are off-the-charts.

Mike has hyperspermia, a condition which causes him to produce an abnormally large amount of semen. In Mike’s case, it’s particularly severe. His loads of cum beat in volume easily ten times what your average male would produce (and sometimes more so, when adequately hydrated) and his balls are perpetually churning and manufacturing sperm, causing him to seek release every hour or two, lest the discomfort build up to the point of causing him actual physical pain.

Sure, as a preteen kid, it was cool… Until it wasn’t.

Fast forward six years. Mike is 19. He goes from being a happy young lad to being a shut-in. Having been expelled from his local high school for jerking off to relieve himself in a bathroom stall during lunch break, he’s had to resort to getting his GED online. Tight-lipped and embarrassed even to his own family, his parents know nothing of his affliction, and so he’s never been properly diagnosed or treated. Shamefaced and broken, they think they’ve failed him. They ignore him for the mostpart, unwilling to face their own shortcomings, except for the occasional family meal and awkward conversation-in-passing. They think he’s a pervert. They aren’t too far off from the truth.

Mike now spends most of his time in his dark room at his computer desk, alternating between keeping himself entertained, and trying to keep his full balls drained. Today was another such day.

Mike browses through the darker reaches of Pornhub, elated to find a new video posted on one of his favorite topics: Bukkake. Mike enjoys these videos most for the woman’s reaction at being completely overtaken and dominated by loads of cum from multiple men (Though he absentmindedly notes that in an average session he easily produces more than these multiple men are capable of). Her slutty joy at being covered and ruined by spunk make him feel more comfortable, more human, taking solace in the fact that there are some people out there who would enjoy the company of someone with his unique affliction.

Mike presses play and watches intently. His hand turns to his own shaft, exposed from the waist down, and he begins stroking. It doesn’t take him long to lose patience, and so he skips to his favorite part: The cumshots. Feeling the tense spheres between his legs swell, he strokes with urgency while he replays the last minute of the video on repeat.

He pauses only to hydrate. Taking a wide-mouth gallon jug of water from nearby, he drinks deeply. He has to do this often, knowing from experience that drinking more and more water will lead to more cum, more mess, but will reduce the viscosity of the loads he expels, causing him less pain and discomfort in the long run.

Having chugged down a large amount of water, he caps the bottle and sets it down. Looking down between his legs, his eyes fixate on an identical jug of water with the top cut off, filling up with thick, milky, off-white fluid at an alarming rate. Sighing with resignation, he realizes that he’s filling these damn jugs with cum faster than he can empty out new ones to replace them. He sighs. He knows he can’t keep this up forever; Something MUST be done.

Mike watches the same scene over and over, enjoying the woman’s joyous reaction at being drenched in cum. He strokes and strokes until his big finish. Grunting with a curious mix of pleasure, relief and exasperation, he begins to shoot his load off into the bottle at his feet. As expected, it is massive. For an agonizingly long ten seconds he practically pees out a thick, healthy stream of hot white cum, yelping, moaning and cradling his achy balls all the while. Once the worst of it has passed, he lightly strokes and milks the remainder out into his jug. It takes the better part of a minute before he’s cleaned off enough not to leak and drip everywhere.

As usual, after his release he feels dizzy, lightheaded and exhausted. Orange swirling dots form at the corners of his peripheral vision. Sighing, he wraps his dick up in a clean-ish rag not unlike how a new parent might put a fresh diaper on a newborn. It’s embarrassing, but it prevents messes. It also provides him with a bit of support seeing that he typically goes commando, as only the lightest, softest boxer fabrics were suitable for his big, heavy balls; Everything else just made him chafe and ache.

When he woke up this morning, Mike entertained notions of crying out for help. He wrestled with making an anonymous post on Reddit to ask help from random strangers. He considered making a dating profile to see if he could attract the attention of a sympathetic female who might be interested in helping alleviate his condition somewhat. For now though, he’s simply exhausted. He just can’t deal today.

Mike stands up, fighting off his usual bout of post-coital vertigo and stumbles drunkenly to his bed where he flops down and promptly passes out. His cell phone is on the nightstand, abuzz with missed calls and messages from his childhood friend, Sandy, someone he hasn’t spoken to in months, but he fails to notice. For now he simply needs rest. Relief.

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