Overflowing Desire

Chapter One

"Oh, my God, Bro, you gotta be lying," Erin laughed. She had been laughing since I began telling my embarrassing story. I knew she'd get a kick out of it. We had been friends for far too long for us not to know each other's sense of humor. Any story that involves me humiliating myself was right up her alley.

"I'm totally serious. You think I'd make

this

up?" I said, shaking my head. Erin and I sat next to each other on our couch, but Erin sat with her legs crossed facing me as she rocked back and forth in her amusement.

"No, this shit could only happen to you, Shane," she giggled and fingered away tears from the corners of her eyes.

"So, I'm sitting there, right? She just diagnosed me and then she tells me to stand and take off my pants."

"Wait, what?" she asked, wide-eyed with excitement.

"I know. Like this doctor just got done telling me how jerking off needs to become a bigger part of my lifestyle, and then she has me take my pants off to point out different things to me."

Erin ran a hand through her raven hair as she pressed her face against the couch cushion, trying to hide from the second hand embarrassment she felt.

"So there she is, poking my balls, pointing at my shaft--all the while I'm just nodding and smiling because all of my focus is on not getting hard--oh, yeah, I didn't tell you. Of course, the doctor is fucking hot, too. Like of course!" I yelled in disbelief as I shook my head. "It's like impossible to get diagnosed with hyperspermia and have an unattractive doctor."

Erin's laughter quieted, but her smile seemed to grow as she eyed me carefully. "What was hot about her?" she asked.

"I don't know, she was hot," I said, taken back by the question. Erin might have been a nineteen-year-old girl who was my same age and lived with me, but I didn't really see her as a girl.

We had been best friends since before middle school and did everything together, from riding bikes and playing fighting in the grass to video gaming and going out drinking as we got older. When we started getting girlfriends and boyfriends, we'd talk about them a little bit (basically just acknowledging their existence), but even then, we didn't get into the nitty-gritty.

To be honest, much of our conversations over that topic stopped completely over one summer in particular when Erin hit puberty and her breasts grew massively in just a month or two. Almost immediately, our play fighting stopped, and things became weird between us for a time. Erin hated her body during that time, but eventually, a new normal was found between us, and Erin seemed to grow comfortable again with her body. She stopped trying to hide her curves and just embraced them and then knocked any boy who disrespected her on their ass.

"Come on. What was hot about her? Tell me," Erin pressed with a raised eye brow and her head cocked to the side.

I felt a swell of heat blush my cheeks from this line of questioning. Something about this awkwardness now reminded me of that time when our bodies were changing. We were old now--sophomores in college, roommates, and unsupervised, which made this conversation feel all the more dangerous.

"I don't know, she was hot. She possessed the same qualities that all men find attractive," I said.

"Like..." Even Erin was starting to blush as she leaned forward to meet my gaze.

I shrugged, "Big tits, fat ass, blonde hair..."

"Oh, so that's your type, huh?" she asked, her smile slightly doused, "Didn't know you went for that blonde bombshell thing. God, does every guy have a cheerleader kink?"

Overwhelmed from the line of questioning, I held up my hands, "First of all, no, blondes aren't my thing. Secondly, we're getting off-topic here. I was in the middle of my story!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Erin said, waving my story away, "You got your junk poked a bit and had to keep from getting hard, yada yada yada. So tell me about this hyperspermia condition, what'd your blonde bombshell say about it?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Basically, make too much sperm too quickly for my body to store. So that's why it was hurting me before."

"No girlfriend and not enough," Erin made the jacking off motion with her hand, complete with wet sound effects.

I laughed, "Yeah, pretty much."

"So," Erin said, leaning back on the arm of the couch in a way that arched her large breasts up and toward me. Her black top hugged them to her chest but left a long line of cleavage to stare at me. "What's the magic number then?"

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"How many times you gotta cum to keep your body chugging along," Erin asked with a amused grin.

"Fuck you, I'm not telling you that," I said, standing and looking for things to pick up and straighten off the floor and the coffee table.

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird, besides your such an asshole you'll start like a tally or something. I'd be going to class and hear you yell out if I did my daily bating."

Erin clutched her stomach as she laughed, sprawling out on the couch. "A bating quota," she laughed harder.

"See? I told you, you were an asshole," I said.

"No, come on, don't be that way. I'm studying to be a nurse, and I need to learn these things. How many?"

I groaned to myself as I rubbed my palms down my face, "She said like five or six times."

Erin made a face and rolled her eyes, "Five or six times a week? That's nothing. My ex-boyfriend and I used to fuck that much for the fun of it."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be bad," I nodded, doing a circle around the room as I shook my head, "but its daily. Five or six orgasms a

day

."

Erin's eyes went wide and her eyebrows tall in stunned silence before she burst out laughing. "Six times a day? Six times a day!?" she covered her mouth, but it did little to silence her laughs.

"Yup, there you go," I said, gesturing to her, "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Bro, that's like forty-two times a week!" Erin ran her fingers through her black hair as she did the math, "That's almost two-hundred times a month!"

"Thank you, yes, I did the math, too," I said, slightly annoyed.

"Okay, okay, my bad, I'm sorry," Erin said and stood, waving her hands, "I wasn't laughing at you, it's just--"

"Yes you were, get the fuck out of here," I said.

"Okay, a little, sorry," Erin shrugged in a more feminine way than I was used to seeing come from her. She was much shorter than me. My experience with puberty gave me nearly a foot of height on her and a layer of muscles on my broad shoulders, arms, and chest that wouldn't allow her to compete with me in a play fight even if we still did that sort of thing.

"Jesus, how am I supposed to jack off six times a day? I mean, logistically alone, there's going to have to be class days when I do it at school. God, can you imagine if I get thrown out of school for getting caught jacking off at school?"

Erin hung her hands on her hips, "Well, if you're worried about getting your numbers, maybe I can help."

I chuckled. "What?"

"You know," Erin said with a coy smile, "give your hand a break. I've got two hands that could help... and other things..."

"Shut up," I said, laughing nervously, but when I saw she was still looking up at me with that soft but flirtatious grin, I couldn't help but imagine my friend naked and in several other positions. "We can't... I mean, what if it got weird between us?"

"This isn't emotional; it's physical. It's medical," Erin said and closed the distance between us. "I'm just saying we work together to... help you with this medical condition."

"So, you're saying..." I said, clearing my throat.

"I'll jack you off. Goddamn, dude, do I gotta spell it out for you?" Erin said with a roll of her eyes as she hung her hands off her hips.

I half laughed, rubbing the back of my neck, "Okay..."

"Come here," she said

We sat down back on the couch, and Erin scooted close to my side. The moment's awkwardness was enough to crush a man as I undid my belt and pulled my boxers and jeans down. The smile Erin wore as I did was something between excitement and that of one she had for practical jokes. I waited for her to laugh the entire time, only for her to lean closer to get a better look. As she did, I couldn't help but sneak a couple of looks down her cleavage. Her impressive mound of breasts did half the work of getting me hard.

She moved my hand, and I lifted it, putting it along the back of the couch behind Erin's back. "It's so big," Erin said in half a giggle, half patronizing voice. "Bro, look at this thing," she said, slipping her hand around the base of my cock and flipping it this way and that so the tip swayed around. "Shane, are you serious right now? I didn't know you were thing big."

I knew she was just trying to compliment me, but it left me feeling even more awkward. I knew I was bigger than average but it wasn't like I had a twelve inch cock. In the end, I just kind of smiled and shrugged, and Erin rolled her eyes and laughed as her hand slowly stroked my shaft.

Her hand was soft and gentle with me. She pumped my cock slowly for several minutes and seemed to relish in the ebbs and flows of pleasure she caused me. Erin's eyes would frequently bounce from my cock up to my face to study the wonderful agony I was in. She'd bite her lower lip as she watched my eyes and then my lips for a time. A couple times my eyes briefly met hers and she briefly hesitate, smile, then return her focus to my cock. It was beyond weird, getting jacked off by my best friend, and even weirder yet that I was super turned on by it. It felt like I had just unlocked a new kink without realizing it.

When I grew closer to cumming my hips began to shift and raise and small groans escaped my lips as Erin stroked me faster. Erin herself seemed to grow equally desperate as her mouth hung open while she panted, and her body pressed closer and closer into mine until she nearly climbed on top of me. She settled with wrapping one of her legs over one of mine and pressing her cheek against my chest as she pumped my cock harder. I could hear her small moans and breathy grunts as she squirmed with anticipation.

Finally, it happened. My balls lifted and flexed as my white semen spilled out of my shaft.

"Mmmmm," Erin hummed and giggled with approval as my hand fell to her back, hugging her to me.

My friend continued to pump my cock and cum continued to shoot out of it. She angled my dick down, so most of the mess went on the floor and the coffee table and then finally drizzled down her hand.

"Oh, my God," Erin chuckled, lifting her head to look at me, "There's so much!"

"I told you. Did you think I was making it up?" I shrugged with a smile.

Even after the splash of mess I made on the coffee table, floor, and even on my jeans, my hard cock continued to flex as the last of my cum oozed from the tip of my shaft. Erin marveled at my shaft with a half smile and wonderous eyes up until I pulled up my pants and zipped up.

"Hey! I wasn't done with that!" she complained like I had just stolen away her favorite toy.

I chuckled, "Shut up, we have to clean up the mess you made."

"I made..." she said, joining me in the kitchen to gather Windex and paper towels. This is like a superpower. We need to find you a paying gig to harness it."

"What? and I can be the superman of cumming?" I joked, "They can call me Masturbatorman?"

Erin's infectious laugh made me laugh with her as we cleaned the floor and table.

"No, man, I'm serious," she continued, "Like a sperm clinic would love you."

"I don't think they pay you for sperm; I'm sure there's plenty of guys who jack off for free."

"They'd pay for what you're packing... Maybe you need to change majors. Instead of trying to become a cop, you become a male prostitute."

"Shut the fuck up," I said in a laugh.

"I'm serious, man. I could be your pimp. I'll advertise online... we'll corner the market."

"Okay, well, thank you for your help, but I'm going to go study for my CJ-202 exam," I said, washing my hands.

"Alright, suit yourself," Erin shrugged. As I walked out of the living room and toward my bedroom, Erin called, "Let me know if you need a hand tonight!"

Chapter Two

The next day was Thursday, which for me was my 'getting fucked' day when it came to course work. I had four classes on Thursday, including a three-hour course at night from six to nine at night. It was annoying, but it freed up much of my week to set my classes up this way. After Erin's assistance on Wednesday afternoon, I spent most of my evening locked in my room. Partially to avoid awkwardness but mostly because I had lots of studying to do.

"Hey," Erin said when she woke Thursday morning and shuffled into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice.

"Hey," I replied, finishing the last bite of my cereal. Neither of us were morning people, but today was Erin's easy coursework day, so she was still wearing her pajamas--a pair of boxers and a heather gray t-shirt without a bra--while I was fully dressed for the day.

We sat on the couch watching TV for a few minutes in silence as we both scrolled our phones and Erin drank her juice. I had about a half hour before I had to leave so I was just about to sneak off to my bedroom to masturbate when Erin started talking--an unusual thing for her this early.

"We still hitting up the bar tomorrow night?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. I'll need it after today. Two exams and a presentation, all fucking day," I sighed.

"Fuckn' a," Erin said.

"I know, I'll probably start drinking tonight. I'll be lucky if I don't start before my night class," I joked.

"Was waiting for you to come out of your room last night," Erin said, looking over at me, "Thought you might need some more help with your problem."

I adjusted, rubbing hand over my head, "Na, I just took care of it myself."

"Why?" she asked, making a face.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I don't want get the habit of bothering you six times a day, you know how old that'll get?"

"Why not?" Erin pressed. "I won't say no. It's a medical thing, right?"

"Yeah..." I said

"I'm a big girl, I know what I'm getting myself into," Erin said and looked me over briefly. Setting down her phone, she reached to the side table beside the couch and grabbed a small towel from a stack that wasn't there the day before. "Here, pull your pants down."

I chuckled and shook my head in disbelief, but Erin made an annoyed face.

"What? You have to leave soon, right? Come on, let's do this."

Finally, relenting, I shoved down my pants and laid back as Erin went to work. This time, she immediately hugged her body to mine as she began to stroke me. Without a bra on, her large breasts bounced with ease with every pump of her arm. She rested her head on my shoulder as she masturbated my cock. My low grunts were exchanged with her soft, high-pitched whimpers as she brought me to orgasm in half the time. This time, other than Erin's hand which swam in my seed, there was nearly no mess thanks to her preparations. Erin blocked most of my shooting cum with the towel and continued to milk my shaft until the last drip fell from my tip.

A minute after I pulled up my pants, Erin washed her hands in the sink as I shouldered my backpack. "I'll see ya later," I said.

"Later," Erin said, looking over her shoulder and catching me staring at her round ass.

The day went by as it usually did, with more than a little discomfort building throughout the day. Even before I was diagnosed, I was jacking off twice a day most days just to keep my balls from swelling in agony. But something about today made the pain worse than usual. I barely made it through my presentation through the pain, and the worst part was the unstoppable erection I had the entire time. I don't think anyone noticed as I kept my binder in front of my lap the entire time, but doing so didn't help my confidence at all.

"How'd it go?" Erin asked as soon as I walked through the door. She sat on the couch wearing a blue pair of athletic shorts, a red baggy hoody, and a Chicago Bulls baseball cap turned backward as she watched the game on TV.

I shook my head, exhausted. "I passed. That's all that matters," I sighed, dropping my heavy bag to the floor. I pointed to the beer in Erin's hand, "I need one of those... or twelve..."

"That bad, huh?" Erin chuckled.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat beside her. "You have no idea."

"Looks like you didn't find a way to sneak away from class to take care of that thing," she pointed with her beer at my crotch.

"Jesus," I groaned, remembering my erection, "I've been walking around with this for so long I forgot about it. ah," I grunted as I grabbed it through my pants and adjusted its position.

Erin took a long pull off her beer before setting it down and clapping her hands, "My time to shine! Take your pants off," she smiled excitedly.

I laughed and took them off. "How many drinks have you had already?"

"Not enough," Erin said with a devious and inebriated grin as she crawled over to me. This time she grabbed a towel and squirted a handful of her lotion into her palm. Her delicate hands wrapped around my iron rod of a shaft and slowly lathered my cock with her fruity smelling moisturizer. "God, you're so hard," she gasped as she tucked herself underneath my arm. Her face nestled closer than usual to mine as she looked up at me. She smiled wickedly before biting my chest unexpectedly.

"Shit! What was that for?" I yelled with a smirk.

Erin laughed deviously as she pressed her cheek into my chest and rocked back and forth, "I just like fucking with you," she said.

"Yeah? Well, you've definitely been doing plenty of that lately," I joked.

"What? Is tugging on your dick not enough?" Erin asked, batting her eyelashes up at me. "Do you need me to act like one of your bimbo blondes, too?"

I burst out laughing, "Stop it. I don't have any bimbo blondes."

In full drunken character, Erin made her voice squeak and feminized herself as she blinked rapidly and lowered her IQ. "All I want in the world is world peace, because if we get enough of the peaces we can put the world back together again. That's why the world is flat; it's all just one giant puzzle for us. Isn't that grand."

"Stop," I said between laughs, "Don't make me laugh while you're holding my dick, it's weird enough already."

"Oh, dear," Erin continued the act, putting a finger to her lips, "Did I upset my one and only Shane?! Oh! Please, forgive me my mostest one and only Shane." Suddenly, Erin threw her leg over both of mine and straddled my lap, "Please, oh brilliant, Shane, don't bother my two brain cells and just use my body as needed!"

Both of our laughs dwindled, leaving awkward smiles on our lips as our eyes bounced from each other's to our bodies. Erin still gripped my shaft between her thighs and slowly stroked it. The combination of the position she put herself in, how maddeningly horny I was, along with the way she looked down on me now surged a confidence inside me. My hands brushed down my best friend's chest and slowly unzipped the baggy hoody she wore. Erin bit her lip, hiding a grin as she did.

When the hoody was fully unzipped, it hung on the edges of her shoulders, exposing that she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. Erin's massive breasts bounced together with her every move. Taking her breasts in the palm of my hand made her force out a gasp; it felt like she had been holding in for years. My warm, calloused palms squeezed her breasts, and my thumbs rubbed over her hard nipple, causing a look I had never seen to come over my best friend's face. A weakness overtook her eyes as she swallowed and chewed on the corner of her lips. I repeated this massaging motion of her breasts several times, and my friend began to rock on top of me as her breathing quickened.