Once upon a time, when I was in my late thirties, I lived in an apartment called 'The Angelus'. I moved there shortly after my release from a 12 year stint in the military, and after deciding that killing people didn't really appeal to me, I ducked out of sight and lived below the radar for some time before I could resurface again. It was during this period of my life, after I decided that I'd rather fuck than fight, that something very strange happened to me that changed my world. This is that story.
The apartment in the Angelus wasn't too upscale, but my rooms included a nice skylight in the bathroom and kitchen and cheap rent. At the time I had a girlfriend named Jessica, a tall, athletic girl who I shared a mutual attraction with. She was about ten years younger than I was, but that never seemed to be an issue with us. We had a lot of fun together, and, of course, enjoyed each other's bodies on a regular basis.
We were in the bathroom one night, sharing a bath. One of the nice things about the apartment was that it had a large, old fashioned bathtub, and the skylight was right above it, illuminating us both in that old fashioned movie kind of way.
"Dan, I was reading in the Rolling Stone the other day, and I saw an ad that said these pills could make you come like a rock star." She laughed. "Do you think they work?"
"So, I don't come enough for you?" I smiled at her.
"Oh, you know you do. I just wondered if they were just bullshit. I'm having fun. I can't imagine that they would make that much of a difference, but...." she grinned at me, "maybe you should order some." She laughed, a mischievous look on her face.
I definitely wanted to keep Jessica happy, so the next day I called the number, getting a little thrill as I talked to a woman on the other end. She had to go through a little spiel where she said the word 'ejaculate' about 5 times. Even I giggled at one point.
"I know," she said, sounding amused. "But I have to read this, you know, to make the pitch."
"I do know. You can save it, though. I get the point. Send me a three month supply and we'll see what happens." I gave her my card number and shipping details.
"Oh, thank you. You'll receive that in about a week. I want to wish you the very best of luck."
"Thank you as well. Somehow I think I'm going to need it."
The product arrived just as she said. It was in the form of capsules and I was to take six of them, every three days, so I did, making them part of my routine. Life went on and I stopped thinking about it for the most part, but after a while I started wondering if anything would ever happen at all.
One morning, two months later, I awoke to find my testicles swollen. I told Jessica. Her eyes got very wide when she saw me.
"Dan, I want to laugh, but it's not funny. They... they look like they're about the size of tennis balls! Jesus Christ! Do they hurt?" She looked very concerned.
"It just started last night, honey. It's not actually hurting, but it feels like something is kind of backed up."
"Maybe you need to come, honey. Come in to the kitchen."
I followed her into the kitchen and stood by the sink as she jerked me off.
I finally ejaculated, but neither of us was ready for what came next. With a loud grunt I started spurting jet after jet of white semen onto the dishes, and it just didn't seem to stop. I usually only produced about three spurts when I came, but now... it was about twelve, and a huge volume with each spurt. It finally stopped and I stood there, gasping.
"Mother of God," Jessica said, unable to believe it. "That's a lot of come."
It had felt intense, a long orgasm occurring during every moment of ejaculation. My hips bucked involuntarily as I came, like a dog does when fucking. And the amount was hard to calculate, but it was much, much more than usual.
"You have to drink some water. Lot's of water. That's a lot of fluid to lose all at once. And if this keeps up you're going to have to eat a lot of protein and high calorie shakes to replace all of that... liquid. That's scary, seeing all of that semen. But beautiful, too..." She smiled and looked a bit confused as she handed me a full glass of water. "How did it feel?"
"I... kind of lost track of what was happening. But it was very, very powerful. My knees were shaking. And my... anus was hot."
She giggled. "Your anus was hot?"
I didn't respond to that, but her hands drifted over my ass cheeks as we stood there, amazed.
We watched TV that night and just kicked back, hoping the swelling would go down, but after about three and a half hours I felt that same pressure again.
Jessica giggled. "I'm not going to let you come in me like that! It's going to squirt out everywhere. We better get some towels."
And so it did, gushing out around my cock as I urgently jerked into her, lost in an orgasmic void right along with Jessica, who seemed to be on a little different frequency now. She leaned back against the pillows, her legs spread as she looked at me. Her pussy was completely covered with semen, as were the towels.
"Wow," she breathed. "I feel like old faithful just erupted inside of me."
I got some water for the both of us after taking the towels away.
"I don't feel dizzy or anything. I want to eat food right now, though. I'm starving."
She just shook her head, then she drifted off to sleep. I lay there thinking, then I drifted off as well, but three hours later I woke up with a tremendous erection and the same pressure. I crawled out of bed and jerked off in the sink again, groaning as I released all of that semen, the same amount as before.
Now I realized that it was a cycle. Every three or three and a half hours I needed to ejaculate. And I knew that I had to eat a lot of food and drink a lot of water if this kept up. I didn't get much sleep that night, but I resolved to do something about it in the morning.
When we got up, Jessica drew a bath, putting in some bubble bath. She called out to me after a while.
"Baby, come on in. I know you're probably ready..."
