Author's note: This story is the first of 3 chapters about a university student suffering from Hyspermia being caught by his friends, and who decide to sexually humiliate him as a result. The story presents a stylized version of hyperspermia to lean into the fetishised aspect of the condition. This story was inspired by the work 'Splash Zone', written by CalMaple, but is an original work in itself. For an established collection of stories in this genre I once again refer you to CalMaple's collection, which I find stimulating.
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
"Thank god we're back," was the first thing I thought as I entered my apartment. I took a moment to take in the living room before Brad pushed me aside carrying a large backpack containing a folded up tent and camping supplies.
Following him inside were Matt and Jake. The four of us had met last year during our first year of uni at the selections for the football team. After a few months of planning we had finally found room in our schedules to go camping for a few days in a popular tourist destination in the nearby woods.
Jake had needed some convincing to join the trip since he worked most evenings at the local grocery store to earn some spending money. His parents paid for his tuition but if he wanted to party he had to figure that out himself. The fact he spent a good bit of his cash on weed didn't help his financial situation much either. That meant that between classes, football practice and parttime jobs there really wasn't much time left for group trips.
He had recently come out as gay to the football team but even if there had been anyone with prejudice in the team, Jake's 6ft4 stature made sure no one had ever considered giving him a hard time about it. With abs that seemed carved from marble and a vice like grip, he cut quite the figure on the field. The stress of having to come out meant he had looked forward to a few days of fresh air.
Matt and Brad on the other hand had been best buddies since the start of uni. Both were tall and muscular playing as linebackers on the team. Neither cared about Jake's sexuality and liked to joke that it left them more pussy. They were generally cool guys to hang out with, though Brad had the tendency to boss around freshmen during frat parties when he got drunk and give them a hard time, while Matt usually jumped on board with his abuse.
As everyone dropped their gear by the door I headed to the kitchen and brought out some beers I stored for an occasion like tonight when most shops were already closed.
"Any chance for a shower?" Jake asked after downing his beer in a few large gulps.
"Sure thing," I said. I showed him to the bathroom while continuing to unpack my clothes. Being a good host I allowed Matt and Brad to take showers first when Jake got out.
20 minutes later they were all sitting on the couch in T-shirts and boxer shorts. By that time I was positively dying to wash off the grime of 4 days of camping in the woods.
Having raced through all the beers in my fridge in record time Matt found a couple bottles of cheap vodka I kept around as mixer during frat parties.
"You don't mind do you?" he asked while already unscrewing the first bottle.
"Go ahead, just don't make a mess," I said while entering the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
This is probably a good time to mention that I suffer from a condition called hyperspermia. It basically means my balls keep producing sperm at high rate all day long, no matter if I ejaculate or not. It had never really bothered me before, as it meant I could keep going for longer in bed.
After 4 days camping in the woods with no privacy or opportunity for release however, my balls were quite literally hurting to be emptied. Most of the ride home my mind had been filled with the need to 'empty the tank' as it were.
I quickly undressed and stepped in the shower while I heard the guys laughing and saying something about doing shots. The warm water when stepping in the shower felt like I had entered heaven.
Rubbing my abs with soap my hands quickly fell down and found my penis already at half mast. Massaging it with soap blood immediately rushed in and the head engorged to a deep purple. Unable to contain myself despite my risky situation I started slowly moving my right hand up and down the shaft while my left cupped the head and rubbed it around in a circular motion.
The sensation throughout my penis felt so intense I was struggling to maintain balance and felt like I might pass out from all the blood rushing down. All my senses were focussed on the hard member between my legs and the almost animalistic need for release.
I could feel a climax slowly approaching, with pressure building in my balls and a large pearl of precum forming on the slit of my penis. I started quickly jerking with both hands up and down while soft moans escaped my mouth.
I positioned my head against the wall in front to keep balance as I furiously pulled away at my engorged member, that was by now as stiff as iron and leaking a steady stream of precum. When the climax came I felt like i was no longer in control and rather just a passenger in my own body.
I closed my eyes while cum squirted out onto the shower tiles at high pressure. The first few jets covered almost the entire wall in front of me, and I felt like I was painting the bathroom with 4 days worth of built up cum.
The next spurts were less intense but managed to cover my hands and legs in my own fluids. Finally the steady stream decreased into a trickle as I managed to regain composure and gain back awareness of my surroundings. Just as i did so the shower curtain was suddenly yanked aside and I stood eye to eye with Brad.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled while trying to pull back the curtain.
"I think I should ask you that question," Brad said, while holding onto the curtain forcefully, preventing me from covering myself up. "Guys get in here quick, Nick just came all over himself," he yelled, while wearing a devilish smile on his face.
"Oh god what is happening?" I thought, as I saw Jake and Matt walk into the bathroom, to witness me covered in my own cum. "Why are you in here?" I demanded furiously, trying to cover myself with my hands now that the shower curtain was being slid aside completely.
"I had to take a piss after all that beer and vodka and apparently I wasn't the only one in need for release," Brad sniggered while looking down at my cum covered hands and legs.
"You can say that again," Matt laughed. "Look at the wall, he covered it like he was using a firehose putting out a fire."
I was dying inside at the humiliation of being surrounded by my friends while standing naked in a large puddle of my own cum, and being covered in it at the same.
"Please guys, I can explain," I tried to reason. "Let me clean up and I'll be right out."
"Oh you'll explain to us alright," Brad said. "But no cleaning yourself up first you pervert. If you are sick enough to cover yourself in cum in front of us, you don't need clothes to explain why you do it."
