The(O) Condition - Chapter 05

THE(O) CONDITION

Chapter 5: Theo's Routine

The O Condition was hard to believe, but I had to admit that it was all very real.

Theo’s daily routine was unlike anything I had ever seen.

It started as soon as he woke up around 6:30 a.m., when I would hear him furiously wanking under the covers.

It was basically my new alarm clock.

At around 8 or 8:30 a.m., depending on when our practice or classes started that day, he would go to the bathroom for the second nut of the morning.

He clearly needed it, as his cock was fully erect—forming an impressive tent in his loose underwear.

I now understood why Theo wore long, loose underwear to bed, despite the ease with which he showed  off as much skin as possible.

His cock would never have survived in tight briefs!

Or rather, the underwear would not have survived.

Theo told me that he had to throw out far too many pairs because his dick literally ripped through them during the night.

Talk about a real monster cock!

Anyway, I would often witness the evidence of his morning release in the shower.

Since I was deluding myself into thinking that this year could still be somewhat normal, and I did not want to be “weird” about it, I usually washed the cum down the drain.

Boring, I know.

Then, between morning classes, Theo would go to the restroom to relieve himself once again.

I would see him hurrying out of class or rushing through the hallways, and I would know exactly what he was up to.

Right before lunch, right after lunch, and once more during break in the afternoon, he would return to his favorite stall.

Only a few days had passed since the semester began, but I wondered how no one else had noticed anything.

At a certain point, someone would have to question where all the spunk on the top left stall of the second-floor restroom was coming from!

Right?

By 5 p.m., Theo had usually ejaculated six or seven times, roughly every couple of hours.

But that was not all!

As soon as we returned to the dorm, he ran to the bathroom to empty his relentless balls all over again before dinner.

It seemed like there was no limit to the quantity of cum Theo could produce (and spill) on the daily.

Given the sheer amount of thick creamy sperm that came out of his dick with each ejaculation, I was convinced that he could have gone even further than this and jizzed 24 times a day, every hour on the hour, if he wanted to.

This was just nuts (pun intended)!

I did some research online and found websites mentioning "hyper-spermia" and similar cases.

Although many people were joking about it on the forums, I found actual scientific publications on the topic.

As my roommate had explained, it was all about how quickly his biological functions were operating.

His system was not that different from mine; it was just that everything worked super-fast when it came to his level of testosterone and libido.

Thankfully, the condition was not dangerous, but it was still a lot to deal with.

Despite masturbating every few hours, Theo spent most of his day trying to manage his erections and adjusting his dick in his shorts so it wouldn’t be as visible.

That's why his hands were constantly down there.

Right after dinner, he would have his eighth or ninth orgasm of the day, and a few hours later, he would have yet another one.

I could almost see his dick growing in his shorts in real time.

Needless to say, it made total sense that his wrist would hurt after a while.

I wondered if his cock was okay after that much friction all the time?

I hoped it was fine. It would be such a shame if a cock that large and that eager to fuck were damaged in any way.

I had still yet to see the main piece in all its glory.

For at least the first few days of living in the same dorm room, Theo was still trying to pretend that “dealing with his condition” was a private matter.

He would usually masturbate in the bathroom or under a blanket.

As the days went by, however, he became less and less mindful.

His moans grew louder, the porn he was watching was no longer on mute, and he became more and more obvious about what he was doing.

What was the point of lying? I already knew his secret.

On Wednesday night, for his tenth wank of the day, he started jerking off very late in the evening and believe it or not, he was casually talking to me the whole time!

I was up trying to organize my stuff for the new semester, wanting to start things off the right way.

“Yo, bro, do you mind if I don't go to the bathroom for this one? I'm so tired.”

Theo yawned and lifted one arm behind his head, while his other hand was already busy under the sheet.

“That’s fine, man. Do what you have to do.” I said, trying to focus on my folders, organized by class.

“Thanks, bro. You're so cool with me. Letting me jerk off my big dick here… hmm… that's nice.”

He was so laid-back about it.

“No problem.” I mumbled.

“You know, some guys would have been weirded out. Like my other roommates. They called me… a… Hmmm… Freak. But not you, bro. Hmmm… You've been so understanding.”

I glanced in his direction.

He was pumping his dick like crazy, and I could see the shadow of his monster cock under the fabric of its thin white cover.

I tried to remain casual.

“You have a condition. Nobody should judge you for that.”

“Oh, yeah, but still, some guys aren't as cool or open-minded as you. Like, some people hate cum.”

“Hate cum?”

That was such an odd thing to say.

“I mean, all boys love busting a creamy nut, but some guys can't deal with the spunk. Hmmm…. Fuck, it feels nice when I rub my balls at the same time… Hmmm… But you're stronger than them. You're fine with it. Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

He spread his legs, and one leg escaped the sheet.

Theo was only partially covered, and as he continued to jack off, more and more of his body became exposed.

First his pecs, then the rest of his chest and his stomach, which was so damn close to his throbbing monster. I could also see his feet and ankles, and finally, his knees and thighs came out from under the sheet.

Soon, only his enormous, demanding dick was concealed from my eyes.

There were moments during the jack-off session where I could see the base, and sometimes, even the wet tip.

I swear, I was not trying to look!

Theo was still talking to me, and it was just too hard to ignore him.

It was quite the elephant in the room.

“I'm so tired of beating my meat, but at the same time, it always feels so good…"

“You're sure it doesn't hurt?”

“Nah, I've told you, my body regenerates faster than anyone else's. When I pump my dick, it means it’s fucking ready to be worked on. Hmmm… I just need to fuck… so bad… a tight hole… anything.”

When he was in that state, Theo was like a different person.

Granted, he was already cocky and horny when he was not jerking off. But once he reached the point where he had to bust a nut (meaning, every couple of hours), his freakiness went up hundreds of notches.

He was like a dog in heat—anything would do to finally give him some relief.

“Can you cum like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, while you're talking with me.”

Theo grinned.

“I've nutted in much worse circumstances, I can tell you that much.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Although, I wish I could cum quicker so I can sleep now before having to wake up in the middle of the night again.”

From my experience, Theo would always stroke his dick once more in the middle of the night. He might also have a wet dream, and then start the cycle of the twelve ejaculations all over again at 6 a.m.

“Do you want me to leave you alone? Do you want to watch porn?” I suggested.

“No, I can watch you. I mean, I can masturbate while talking with you. Truth is, I’m so fucking bored doing this sometimes. Porn works when I find a good new actress or a new kink I’m into, but I feel like I’ve seen it all at this point.”

“You told me it wasn't always easy for you to cum?”

“No, damn, it's been a year now that I've been stroking myself for hours and hours a day. Practically non-stop. At some point, it just turns automatic so it becomes harder and harder to bust my loads.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

I was now staring directly at his cock under the sheet. Why pretend?

Both his hands were all over it, caressing and jerking it.

Even just the shadow looked huge.

I remembered his remark in the pool about being twelve inches. As crazy as it sounds, this was now more believable than ever.

The next practice was the very next morning. We did have to go to sleep.

“You said you’d be willing to help, right?” He asked.

“Yes, sure. What… What do you have in mind?”

“Could you turn me on a little more?”

My brain froze when he said that.

It could mean so many things.

“Turn you on?”

He also said “a little more.” Did he mean to imply that I was already arousing him!?

I was so confused.

“Yeah, could you tell me stories about when you fucked a hot chick or something? That'll get me much more in the mood, and we'll get over this quicker.”

Oh, so that is what he had in mind.

Here I was, already picturing myself giving him the sloppy blowjob of a lifetime to help him out, while he was thinking about "chicks."

Talk about an underwhelming request.

To be fair, he had given me the opportunity to come out on the very first day but, like a fool, I had not taken it.

I should have ripped off the bandage then.

“I don't have a lot of stories to share.” I said, struggling to hide my disappointment.

“Oh, come on! Tell me about your first time then. Who was it with? A blondie, a brunette? When?”

“I don't have a first time either.”

I regretted saying that as soon as the words left my mouth.

At my former college, I had made up multiple girls I had supposedly had sex with. Everyone also thought I had slept with Brooke while I was trying to convince myself that I was straight and dating her.

Why could I not lie to Theo the same way?

We had known each other for less than four days, but obviously, this was not the best setting for sharing secrets.

Theo looked seriously stunned by what I had said.

Could I backtrack and say I was kidding?

“Wow, bro, you're a virgin!”

Too late.

“Don't look at me like that…”

As proof that he considered the situation to be serious, he let go of his cock for a second.

“Hey! That's cool! I’m not judging you or anything. Like, everyone has their own pace, man.”

“I know it’s weird; I'm about to turn 21.”

“I'm not one to lecture anyone about sex. Have you seen me? I literally have precum dripping from both hands right now!”

He showed me his fingers to prove it.

Indeed, they were shiny and wet. That dick must have been leaking like a faucet!

"I suppose you're right.” I smiled.

“I'm curious, though. Why is that, buddy? I mean, you’re a lean guy, you look good. Tons of girls must find you cute. Is it because you’re religious?”

“I’m not. I mean, my parents are Catholic, but I don’t really believe in God.”

“Then what?”

“Dude, do you really think we should have this conversation while you're jerking off?”

He chuckled and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Why not? But seriously, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”

He grabbed his dick again and tugged on it for a moment before letting it plop loudly back onto his stomach.

I was still trying to conceal my erection like the idiot virgin that I was.

“I can tell you about Ms. Troute if that helps.” I told him to deflect.

“Oh, Ms. Troute? I'm listening.”

“She was our science teacher in senior year of high school, and the whole class was into her.”

“How was she?”

“Blonde. Tall. Big boobs.”

He started stroking his cock again.

“Interesting. How was her ass? I'm an ass guy myself.”

“Juicy.”

“Niiiice. And how did she dress?”

To be honest, I had never really cared about Ms. Troute, but I had pretended for so long just to fit in with my friends that I kind of knew what to say.

Even with my gay eyes, I could see where the hype was coming from.

To help Theo reach his climax, I could also embellish a few details.

“The main thing was, she always dressed so slutty for a teacher. It was clearly inappropriate.”

“Really?”

“Yes. She wore leather miniskirts and showed off her cleavage all the time. She also had those red high heels, like—”

“Proper slut material! How old was she?”

“I'm not sure. Well above 30, but I don't think she was 40 yet.”

“A young, slutty MILF then.”

“Yes, basically.”

“Tell me more! You're helping a lot right now!”

Even if I had not been able to hear his fapping intensifying (which I definitely could), his smirk alone was enough to tell me everything I needed to know. Theo was horned-up to the max.

The only problem was that this was basically all I had to say about Ms. Troute. There were not many more facts to embellish.

From this point on, I could only use my imagination and say things I thought a straight jock would love to hear.

“Well, she was always sucking on her pens and doing outrageous sexual stuff, like spreading her legs, even during class.”

“Wow! I wish I had been there!”

“You might have had some luck with her. Rumor had it that she slept with quite a few students once they turned 18.”

“Damn! The parent-teacher meetings must have been wild with a science teacher like that!”

I was doing a very good job as a story teller because Theo was obviously enjoying this a lot.

“She also slept with several of the dads. If your father was going to a meeting, you knew for sure she would hit on him, hard. She was basically known to be a nymphomaniac.”

Out of nowhere, Theo lifted the sheet in front of him.

I could not see anything, but he took a good look down at his hard, throbbing dick and spat on it.

“Sorry, I needed more lube. You’re getting me closer.”

I thought his junk must have been sufficiently wet already, but I continued my tale as if nothing had happened.

“I came from a small town, and basically every grown man had had a go at her.”

“That bitch! I bet her pussy felt so good… and her asshole, too.”

“She definitely took it in the ass. People talked about it.”

“Fuck… You're gonna make me cum…”

"She slept with our history teacher, too. He was fairly young compared to her, maybe 25, and everyone knew they were fucking after class. He was very fit and seemed like the kind of guy who would be rough in bed.”

Shit.

I was drifting away from my original plan because now, I was actually talking about the male teacher I was obsessed with.

Theo did not seem to mind or notice.

In fact, he did not seem to be thinking about anything as he furiously stroked his slippery cock with both hands,his balls fapping against his body.

The dude was about to explode.

My own dick was throbbing at this point, and I was sure to find precum in my underwear later on.

“Don't… Don't stop. Tell me how they fucked.” Theo begged me.

“I never knew if it was true, but one of my friends said he caught them once in the empty library!”

“No way! They fucked in the library, in public? That’s hot. That’s so damn hot.”

“Apparently, they were caught while Mr. Johnson had his big dick buried in her ass. Raw.”

“Damn, Bastian. For a virgin, you're nasty!”

I was getting into it now.

“Ms. Tourte's ass was red, almost purple. He had been slapping and drilling her so hard.”

“Oh, yes. You're gonna make me cum.”

“She was even suspected of giving blowjobs in the restrooms during lunch break.”

“THE BITCH! Hmmm…. Make me cum, buddy. Make me burst!”

My voice was shaky with excitement as I continued.

Also, my hand had slid into my underwear.

Theo had his eyes shut, completely lost in the fantasy I was selling him.

I got freaky, too.

“Given how it looked when he was wearing tight pants, Mr. Johnson must have had a huge cock, kind of like yours. He must have really destroyed her hole. The guy was a fucking machine.”

“The MILF loved big, fat cocks, didn't she?”

“For sure. She was always craving the next big one.”

By this point, I was jerking off too.

“Do you think she managed to deep throat the history teacher?”

“I think she would have choked considering the massive cock he was packing, but she would have tried her best to take it, that’s for sure!”

“Oh, yes… Oh, God… That's what I like… When they choke and gag but keep going… With tears in their eyes and all… Aaah… Fuck, it's coming.”

“Yeah, let it go, man! Let it go!”

I felt the warm jizz hitting my hands.

I had not even felt my own orgasm coming; that had never happened to me before.

Somehow, my cock had shot several thick loads all over my fingers.

Oops.

But of course, that was nothing compared to the volcanic eruption that was about to happen next to me.

“Yes… Hmmm… Fuck… I’d paint her nympho face white!”

I saw the first few ropes of cum flying from under the sheet to Theo’s pecs and biceps and hitting the headboard of the bed—that's how it was constantly coated with jizz—and, even more beautifully, I saw two volleys of jizz hit Theo right in the face: one load in his semi-open mouth and the other on his right cheek.

So fucking white and thick!

Having just ejaculated myself, the contrast between our two orgasms was staggering.

The dude was literally on his tenth ejaculation in the last 18 hours, yet he still released buckets of jizz all over the place, mainly on himself.

“Aaah.” He sighed when his orgasm was finally over.

I do have to say, it felt a bit awkward.

What was I supposed to say after that?

“You… you good?”

As always, Theo grinned.  

“Yeah, that was great. It should save me a few hours before I have to do it again.”

“Cool, that was the plan.”

“Thanks, bro. You should write erotic stories.”

I smiled.

“Maybe I should, although I doubt anyone would read them…”

Unless, I thought, I would write about him: Theo, the ultimate fantasy.