Nobody talks about the unglamorous side of hyperspermia because erotica has turned it into a superpower. Every smut story treats it like a gift. He came so much it dripped down her thighs, she couldn't swallow it all, etc. Itās all very cinematic. Nobody writes the part where I'm sitting at my desk on a regular morning with a wet spot spreading because my cock decided to leak for absolutely no reason. Not even hard. Not even thinking about anything.
Itās constant. Some days are worse than others and there's no pattern to it, my body just produces more cum than it has any reasonable use for and the excess drains whenever it wants. Iām just a casual observer most days.
And the ache. Nobody talks about the ache. If I go more than a couple days without cumming there's this pressure in my pelvis that starts low and builds into something I can't ignore. My balls get heavy and tender and sore and it goes from noticeable to distracting to genuinely uncomfortable and by day four I'm walking around with this dull throbbing between my legs that makes it hard to concentrate on anything that isn't emptying myself into someone. It's even worse when I'm stressed. The more tension I'm carrying the more cum I'm storing and the worse the ache gets and the more desperately I need release.
And cumming once doesn't fix it. That's the part that really gets exhausting. I can jerk off in the morning and by afternoon the pressure is already rebuilding. One orgasm takes the edge off the way one sip of water tastes good after a long day in the sun. It helps. It's not enough. I need to be drained. Properly. Completely. I need a throat that's going to stay on my cock through the first load and keep going because there's more and Iām not done and the ache won't go away until my balls are genuinely empty and that takes a while.
Which is where you come in.
I need to thread my hand in your hair and guide your mouth down onto me and feel your throat open up and just let my body do what it's going to do. Feeling you swallow around me while I pour into you, thick heavy ropes that keep coming longer than you expected, filling your mouth faster than you can keep up with. Cum spilling out the corners of your lips and dripping down your chin because there's just too much. And when I pull out you think we're done but I'm still hard and I'm still aching and I'm guiding you back down because cumming once barely phased me.
Watching your eyes water as I empty into you again. Your throat working overtime trying to swallow everything and losing. The mess getting everywhere. Your chest. Your neck. These long sticky strings connecting my cock to your lips every time you pull back to breathe. And I'm just standing over you with my hand in your hair, aching, leaking, giving you another mouthful because my body won't stop producing and your mouth is the only thing that makes the pressure bearable.
By the third time you're glazed. Your face is wrecked. Your throat is raw. You're covered in cum from your chin to your tits and you're looking up at me like you've just gone to war and honestly you have. But at least I feel better. The ache is finally quiet. My balls are light and empty for the first time in days, all because of you, and you're wearing the evidence of it all over your body. I guess I should just say thank you for giving me a pretty place to put the mess.
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