", it's time to ge - OH MY LORD, !"
Startled, you look down at yourself and shout in surprise - your dick is fully erect and constantly seething cum! In fact, it must have been going on all night because your entire stomach, legs, and most of your bed and sheets were soaked and sticky with your surprisingly still warm sperm!
"What have you been doing," screamed your mother, stomping to your bed and looking disgusted at your oozing erection. "Now, I'll have to throw those sheets out! ... , stop it! What's wrong with you?!"
Really worried now, and very embarassed, you whimper, "Mom... I'm not doing anything! I can't stop it... I think I need to go to the hospital! It just wont stop!"
She bit her lip and looked at your privates, still oozing cum all over your hips and into the pool of almost five gallons of cum sticking to the bed, "Okay, okay! Just... just put on two pairs of - of jeans. Get in the car right away!"
A minute later you're doing your best to move in two pairs of jeans, even as your quickly cleaned waist began to wet with cum, your mother was driving furiously towards the hospital, constantly checking your pants to see if any of the constantly flowing cum would show.
You were both ushered into a private room and a short, female doctor walked in, "So, , is it? Pull your pants off, please."
Nervously glancing at your slightly blushing mom, you hesitantly remove your jeans and the doctor inspects your 'problem' with interest.
"I've only ever read about a condition such as this one, sir," she finally says, looking at you seriously, letting you put back on your sticky pants. "In fact, it can progress into a very serious condition."
"What condition," questions your mother, worried. "What's going to happen to my boy?!"
"Well miss, one of the possible outcomes, if he is not treated, is permanent sterilization. Others include permanent erectile disfunction, constant fatigue, apathy, and even a possiblity of becoming paraplegic. Yes, ma'am, this is a very serious condition and very rare."
"But what can we do, doctor," she gasped, gripping your shoulders with shaking hands. "How can he be treated? You did say its treatable right?"
"It is," she answered, hesitant. "The only known way to effectively treat this condition is to at least once a day dramatically increase the outflow of sperm... To do this, must engage in some form of intense sexual act, or acts, until the outflow is drastically increased - this will prevent further uncontrollable ejaculation for about eleven hours. Does have a sexual partner, Ms. ?"
"NO, no of course not," your mom answered, seemingly shocked. "He's only just turned eighteen after all!"
"Well then, ma'am... I hesitate to offer this as a possible solution, but...," she sighed. "Unless you are willing to seek out a prostitute, which I do not recommend because condoms will not help him, ... the only option left is for you to treat your son."
She looked sharply at you, face brick red, but you could see the dawning determination in her eyes.
"If it is to help my son, doctor," she said slowly, unable to pull her eyes from yours, "I will do it."
Before leaving the hospital the doctor left your mother with a final word, "You must know, this condition makes ' sex drive very adaptive - meaning, repeated acts of the same nature will produce less sasifactory results each time. If you decide to do something today, do something different tomorrow - try to diversify as much as possible, otherwise his body will never reach climax." |