Hello Guys! My name is Sed. I'm a 24 year old gay guy with many talents and interests. I'm just here to share this gay story I wrote after reading quite a few content here on Nifty. If you guys like this one, I will write more. Thanks for reading! This story is a complete work of fiction and does not involve myself. This story involves a college student named Carlisle. If you have any feedback or just want to show your love, my email address is open to all of you. Please keep your critiques and feedback positive.
Too Soon
I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life. I woke up pretty early that morning with a raging hard-on. I hadn't been able to masturbate for over 2 weeks as opposed to my normal everyday bate. With college exams starting that week and my swim tournament starting that weekend, I just hadn't had the time in between practicing and studying. There I was laying in bed. Just thinking about touching myself already had me leaking precum through my boxer briefs. I slowly slid my hand down my clean shaven six pack until I reached my dick and started stroking it from the outside of my underwear. The spot where my head met the fabric was absolutely soaked and the softness of the fabric only made it even more pleasurable. At that moment I was already about to cum. I couldn't stop myself and just as I was about to release, my roommate walked in.
I figured he would've already left for class considering some of his classes started earlier than mine, but he had forgotten a text book or something. I wasn't exactly paying attention. I stopped touching myself but the cum didn't stop. My dick twitched violently from inside my underwear as a very small amount of cum spilled out of it. My orgasm didn't feel complete. Even though I could feel it leaving my dick it didn't actually feel like I came. Once he realized what he'd interrupted, he quickly apologized, averted his gaze, and went on searching for his textbook. He apologized again for barging in and wished me good luck before awkwardly scurrying out. Realizing I was late, I quickly got dressed for my first period class to take my first exam.
That was probably my first ruined orgasm and I hated it, I thought to myself. Then I started to think about how good it felt just to be able to jerk off after so long. It felt like I had experienced masturbating for the first time all over again. The smallest stroke or slightest touch felt exhilarating, although, I'd always been easy to excite. When I first started masturbating I could only last about 10 seconds. By the time I reached college, I could last about 1 minute. Not that great of an improvement but I was trying. It also doesn't help that I was still a virgin at the time. The excitement was always too much to bear. Thinking about how great that morning felt sort of put me in a trance. I didn't realize that my cock was standing at full attention, harder than it had ever been. To make matters worse, I'd forgotten to put new underwear on after taking the other ones off, and I was wearing my softest sweatpants.
My dick was throbbing with every beat of my heart. The more it throbbed, the more my head rubbed up against my sweats, and the more I became aware of it. It was begging for release, begging me to touch it. I could feel precum rising up my shaft and leaking out onto the fabric of my sweats. It sent a tingling sensation throughout my entire body.
"Please go away," I said while looking down.
That's when I noticed just how big my tent was. My dick was sticking straight up. It was pressing up against the underside of my desk. "
God, I hate these desks," I thought to myself.
Normally, we were in a much larger classroom almost built like an auditorium, but our teacher moved us to the smaller room for the exam so that he could make sure no one could cheat. Given my height, the desk was almost too small. I'd always been tall, but I'd gotten even taller after starting college. To my surprise, my dick got bigger too. That's why sitting in that desk made me so uncomfortable. The slightest movement was like I was purposefully rubbing the head of my dick on the underside of the desk.
"Pencils down everyone," my professor said as he stood to collect the tests. "Fuck..." I whispered under my breath. My dick definitely didn't seem to be going down, so to get it out of the way, I tucked it up under my waistband. However, like every other time I'd tried this, my size betrayed me. My shaft reached just a few inches past my belly button and from what I saw in the locker-room, that was way bigger than what was normal. As I moved my dick, I noticed that there was a lot more precum than I'd first thought. The head of my cock was so wet it caused my hand to slide around sending spasms throughout my lower body. It was so wet, it was hard to get a good grip. My cock was still throbbing and leaking as my teacher got closer to me. There was so much that it had started to soak through the thin tank-top that I was wearing and my member started to become quite visible. As he got closer, I could smell his cologne. Unlike most college professors, Mr. Laymen was incredibly attractive and he always smelled so good, but he was even hotter that day. His hair was freshly cut, his beard was freshly trimmed, and his clothes were exceptionally tight. His shirt was clinging tightly to his toned muscles and his pants were showcasing his glorious ass and a huge dick bulge.
"Why would he choose today of all days to dress like this. He's never like this," I think to myself.
Everything about him was driving my cock wild. Not to mention he had a very deep voice that carried even when he whispered. I grabbed ahold of it and the moment I did, my entire body quivered. My balls tightened and I could feel my cock swelling.
"Fuck, am I about to cum?"
I squeezed my dick which only made things worse. I could feel the heat building in my scrotum.
"I'm definitely... going to... cum."
I tried steadying my breathing and relaxing but that only brought me closer to orgasming. As Mr. Laymen approached my desk, cum started shooting out of my dick in strong jets, and even as thick as it was, the cum reached all the way up my chest. I couldn't help but squeeze it tighter and tighter as jet after jet of cum covered the entirety of the front of my shirt. It ran back down my body soaking the waistband of my sweats. I was soaked in every sense of the word. The feeling was indescribable. It was literally the best orgasm I'd ever had and the biggest cumshot I'd ever shot.
Mr. Laymen simply picked up my test and said, "See me after class."
I dropped my head in shame. Even after that I was still hard. Somehow I felt even harder than before. It was as if losing control like that had turned me on more. I stayed hunched over in my desk, and hoped no one could see or smell the mess I'd made.
After collecting the last of the tests, Mr. Laymen said, "Class dismissed."
No one protested to class ending early and they all quickly got up to leave. Mr. Laymen escorted the last of the students out and locked the door behind them.
"Please just go down already," I whispered to my cock.
My heart was racing and the adrenaline only seemed to make matters worse.
"Carlisle, look at me," Mt. Laymen said in a serious tone.
I lifted my head up to see him standing near his desk.
"Stand up," he said demandingly.
"I... I can't," I said while I tried to steady my breathing.
"I wasn't asking," he said sharply.
His voice is caused my dick to start throbbing again.
"If he keeps talking like that..."
I slowly stood up. I could feel my face burning hot with embarrassment. I couldn't see myself, but I knew my face was red.
As I fully emerged from my chair, my cock was still standing up against my waistband, but you could clearly make out the entire shape of my head and shaft. I tried to cover myself with my hands as best as possible, but I knew that my efforts were futile. He studied me for a brief moment, with a rather perturbed look, but finally asked,
"Were you masturbating during the exam? Is that why half of your test is empty?"
He slammed the papers on his desk and studied me for an answer. I could tell he was seriously upset and although I wanted to take him seriously, the more he yelled, the more my member throbbed.
"...and how can you still be aroused after soaking yourself like that. I mean, you're drenched."
"I...I don't...know. I wasn't...My dick...I can't..."
I couldn't focus on the words I was trying to say so instead I tried focusing on my breathing. Then his facial expression changed as if he'd realized something. He burst into laughter and it made me feel even more embarrassed.
"You weren't actively trying were you? This completely happened against your will, didn't it?"
I shook my head and lowered my eyes to my hard, thrashing dick and I grabbed ahold of it as I tried to make it stop.
"You can't even control it can you?"
I shook my head again. I gripped my dick tighter, this time with both hands, trying to force myself to feel pain, hoping that would make it go down, but that only seemed to excite it more.
"Can I please leave," I managed to say through stifled breaths.
"It's going to happen again, isn't it?"
The sound of his voice threw me over the edge again. I could feel my balls contracting. "Fuck," I said through a heavy breath. I completely forgot everything about where I was and focused solely on my cock. I pulled it out completely and stroked it fast. My dick was so slick from all of the cum from earlier. It honestly felt better than lube. I didn't even care that Mr. Laymen was right in front of me. All that mattered was my desire to finish to completion.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back after my dick shot out spurt after spurt of hot cum. This time, I felt it even more than before. I heard Mr. Laymen say, "Holy fuck," but kept my eyes closed and I rode my orgasm all the way to the end. When it was finally over, I felt more relieved than I had in my entire life, but also completely exhausted. I felt as though I had just run a marathon. I opened my eyes to see that I'd hit the desk in front of me and the desk in front of that one, clearly covering a span of about 15 feet. I myself was surprised. Finally satisfied, my dick started to get flaccid and I put it away in my pants. I made eye contact with Mr. Laymen. He had an expression somewhere in between amazement and horror.
"You're a premature ejaculator. Even more than that, you clearly have hyper-spermia."
I was still a little hazy from that brief moment of absolute serenity but I noticed Laymen's bulge had become considerably larger.
"I also cannot believe you just did that right in front of me."
"Wait, go back, what's a premature ejaculator?"
"To sum things up, you can't control your orgasms."
"What about that other word.. hyper something."
"Hyper-spermia. It means you can cum a lot more than the average person."
"Are those things bad?" I asked worriedly.
"Yes and no. Depends on the person you're with, but don't worry. I used to be a lot like you. I'll train you."
"Train me..?" I asked shyly.
"Oh yeah," he said as he rubbed his fully erect cock.
"Only if that's something you want," he added on.
I nodded my head enthusiastically. He picked up my test from his desk and walked it over to me. He got very close, so close that he was practically breathing on my neck.
"Finish your test," he said in almost a whisper. I could immediately feel myself getting hard again.