Alysia

explicit 18+ hyper sperm aches and pains clark doesn’t use tissue when he masturbates like everyone else, he needs to go to the toilet or the shower or the fucking sink. he splashes gush after gush after gush of his load no matter how many times he’s cum that week or even that very same day. he’s humiliated by the undeniable evidence every time he pleasures himself. doesn’t feel comfortable to even try to bed a woman and tell her he needs to wear three condoms or she’s getting pregnant. doesn’t want to have to explain that he’s soaked his entire bedsheet in nut when he held in and edged himself only 48 hours, splattering so uncontrollably and crying while his dick milked itself all over his own room’s walls, reaching up to his fucking ceiling. it’s horrifying. it’s deranged.

he hates himself for how much he cums. he hates that a towel doesn’t solve anything, he hates that if he cums in his pants then it looks like he pissed himself or got sprayed with a bucket of water. he hates that his cock is so sensitive and eager and always needing to get emptied and drained. the shower was his favorite place for a long time, even if all of his cum took a long time to ooze down the drain and not stick to his tub. clark knows he has to unleash a load every day to keep up or it gets worse, and his balls turn swollen and blue if he teases himself too long. he’s ashamed to ever show a girl or warn a girl how his dick leaks like a hot faucet, running and running and spewing so much nut he’s afraid of drowning whoever would want to so much as put their mouth around his cock.

he’s so helpless he tries to find pills that might help block something, that could somehow take his testosterone levels down or anything to help him not make such an embarrassing mess when he feels good. nothing works. his hormones go wild either way, rutting up against his cupped hand in the shower and whimpering while his precum dribbles out so fast and runny before his final finish. he cums with his dick right underneath the spray so it can wash down easier, get diluted by the rushing water from the shower head.

𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝖻... ﹙ 🪷 ﹚

please don’t tease him for it.

he literally cannot help it. the second you push your tits together and trap his dick in that soft, warm squeeze his breathing is already ragged and he's looking down at you with his big, watery eyes. and you’re just looking up at him so pretty. lips parted, lashes fluttering, the tip of him poking through your cleavage. and you're smirking.

it makes him feel tingly.

he whimpers. he always whimpers first. grabs onto your shoulders or your hair and starts babbling, “wait wait wait, slow down, you’re so—” but you just squeeze tighter and it’s over.

his hips twitch, stutter, and then he’s cumming in hot, desperate spurts all over your chest, your collarbones, a drop catching your chin. the noise he makes is almost painful.

and then comes the aftermath where he can’t even open his eyes, face burning red, mumbling, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, you just looked too good, i couldn’t stop, fuck—”

and you just gather a little bit off your skin with your thumb and suck it clean while he peeks through his fingers and whines. dick twisting.

tell him it’s cute. tell him you wanna do it again. he’ll bury his face in your neck, mumble that you’re gonna kill him, but he’s already grinding soft against your thigh.

he’s just so pathetically in love with you it makes him pop like a teenager. that’s all.

masterlist.