He shot his wad and found himself drenched from head to toe in thick and sticky cum. Spurt after spurt the jizz had flown from the tip of his cock with each wave of his orgasm, shooting him square I the face at a speed that made it clear it could have flown much further.
When his cock finally stopped erupting, he opened his mouth to breathe after the intense orgasm and semen dripped into his mouth. He could taste the salty goo as it dribbled onto his tongue.
His eyes were plastered shut and so were his nostrils. He wiped his face to clear his eyelids and quickly had his hands filled with gobs of his own seed. Before he could open his eyes, the fluid on his eyelids was replaced by the cum dripping down from his forehead.
"This is all Professor Busters fault." He thought glumly as he sat covered in his own cum. He knew better than to spill his own seed this way, he was gonna have to pray long and hard to make up for it.
It had all started after his eighteenth birthday when he went off to college. Skeeter had never been sexually active, alone or otherwise. His parents had raised him to be a good Christian boy and they made it clear that spilling your seed outside of wedlock was strictly forbidden, and Skeeter always obeyed.
There had always been difficulties however. Skeet had been wetting his bed every night for as long as he could remember. So much so that Skeet himself would wake up swimming in his own mess every morning! At first his mother had taken care of it quietly. She was just as embarrassed as he was. After the first few weeks however it became clear that changing the sheets would not cut it, the mattress was soaked through.
After that they replaced his bedding with rubber sheets and secured him with a snorkel each night. He had always assumed he was peeing the bed, after all no one had ever taught him about any other fluids that could come from down there, and he had to go pee constantly all day long anyway. It had never occurred to the Cummings family to take him to see a doctor. They made it clear to Skeet that the matter was a shameful one which he should be embarrassed to discuss with anyone.
When he went off to college though, Skeet found the problem harder to ignore.
His friend, Apple was a sweet and intelligent girl who went to the same church as Skeeter. She had always been kind and helpful to him and he had always had a bit of a crush on her. She was just as pure and innocent as he was and he intended to ask for her hand in marriage one day. Skeeter had no eyes for anyone else and since she always dressed modestly he had never encountered any impure thoughts he couldn't banish with his love of God.
Today however was a different story. Apple had a yoga class before their biology course and asked him to meet her outside of the gym where her class took place. He waited for her loyally, ignoring every fit scantily clothed body walking past. Suddenly he heard Apple's sweet voice calling his name.
"Skeeter!" She called to him, he looked up and was caught in her innocent embrace. Thanks so much for waiting for me! Are you ready for your first college class?"
"Yes Apple I am! How was yours?" She pulled away from their hug and to his surprise he found that unlike her usual conservative clothing, she was wearing skin tight yoga pants.
"It was wonderful!" She beamed and began to relay her morning as she excitedly walked in front of him towards the biology building. Mistakenly Skeeter's gaze drifted downward and he was gifted with the sight of two perfectly plump round butt cheeks squished tight by the yoga pants, taking turns bouncing up and down against the back of her sexy thick thighs. In a moment of weakness Skeeter began to wonder what that gorgeous sight would look like if he pulled back the fabric to reveal the beautiful soft brown skin beneath. He wondered how smooth and supple those bouncy cheeks would feel squeezed tight in the palm of his hands, and when he lifted them apart what he might see between them.
Apple caught on that he wasn't listening and called his name. "Skeet?" She asked, "did you hear me?"
"Sorry what?" He came out of his daze and realized the sinful thoughts he'd been thinking.
"I asked if you thought this class would be forcing us to learn about the lies of evolution." She said in a stern tone. "I can't believe they make biology a requirement for all students here."
"I hope they don't" he said but he was distracted by the realization that he had woken the beast within his trousers. Skeeter lived in fear of the monster of temptation in his pants. He did his best to limit touching or seeing it and never went fully nude. As if a life of celibacy wasn't hard enough, God saw fit to test him by giving him a penis the size of a medium sized snake. He did his best to respond to Apple while praying for the beast to leave him. "The world is filled with lies, it's just God's way of testing whether we can stick to the true path." He continued.
"You're so right!" Apple agreed. "A lot of people our age just give into the temptation of it all."
Skeeter's prayers were answered and he felt the tension in his underwear subside. He sighed in relief and looked down to see if it was gone, but Apples bum caught his eye on the way down and the monster returned to full mast. It's wasn't just the bouncing of the booty in those tight thin pants, but the rippling jiggles which went through each globular cheek which got him going. He looked down at the foot long mast tenting in his pants and thought about how nicely it would fit between those to plump welcoming pillows. He wanted to ask Apple to help him hide the shame of his large erect manhood between the warmth of her buttocks where no one could see it. Indeed they were so large and pressed so tightly against each other he knew even his monsterous cock could be safely concealed between them. Once it was there he could gently rub it between those two beauties until it finally went away. He wondered about the lipped mounds he could see just below them as Apple bent over to pick up a dropped pen and whether the beast could hide in there as well.
As little as Skeeter knew about his own anatomy he knew even less about Apple's. His parents had never let him attend health class or sex Ed and he had never made the mistake of searching about it in books or online.
As they walked through the the doors of the large auditorium style lecture hall and passed through the front Apple turned around to ask him where he wanted to sit and his daze was broken. "Where do you think we should-" her voice broke and Apple let out a scream. "Oh my!" She shouted. Skeeter saw with horror that her eyes were fixed on his trousers. He followed her gaze horrified that she had seen the tent the monster was constructing in his basketball shorts but what he saw was far worse.
The beast had begun releasing fluids from its tip, soaking straight through his underwear and trousers. As the wet spot spread through the white material the wetness clung to the shape of the rigid monster and the fabric grew transparent, revealing the entirety of its hardened form for all to see. For the first time he himself saw every detail of the ridged swollen head and Apple was seeing it too.
He looked up at the shocked wide eyed expression on apples red blushing face. She looked just about as transfixed on his beastly manhood as he had been on her bum. He wondered if it was too late to ask her if she had any places to hide it.
It was. He heard laughter erupt around the classroom as the other students took notice. Women giggled and pointed and dudes laughed and pointed. Apples scream had drawn them to the spectacle. He prayed for shame to take away this monster but the attention just made it throb within the wet trousers and a gush of clear sticky liquid oozed through the fabric at the end of the tip.
"Enough enough!!!" Came a deep womanly voice from the front of the classroom. The room fell to a hush. "What's all this commotion?" Asked their professor. Skeeter turned to see a beautiful black woman with long tight curls commanding attention. Her gaze fell upon him and then to his large erect member protruding from his tightly clinging wet fabric. "Oh I see" she gasped in amazement.
"I am so sorry professor, I must have had too much to drink and I" he shuddered as his visible cock pulsed sending another wave of clear liquid through the fabric and dripped slowly from its tip toward the floor. The professor stride over and swabbed the oozing end with the tip of her finger and to his shock lifted the sticky substance to her tongue to taste it. As she did a long thread of the substance stretched away from his penis forming a long sticky thread connecting her mouth to his monster.
