“It’s just like he’s taking a piss,” Travis announced. “Fucking gross.”
I couldn’t resist. I needed to start pumping… but I also needed to keep aiming my stream down. I split the difference and frantically started stroking myself while still guiding my stream into the cup.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. The second eruption finally stopped. Ten seconds. I jerked off like my life depended on it; I was trying to prime the pump. I needed to keep feeling what I was feeling.
“Oh! Oh!” I howled.
Another rope spewed forth. Colt was losing his shit. He craned his head to better look at what was going on in the cup as my juice flooded into it.
“Damn!” he exclaimed. “Fucking thing is almost halfway full.”
I didn’t doubt it. I knew just how much cum was stored in my balls. It was like I had a special reserve tank in me somewhere.
My cock felt so insanely keyed up as I kept yanking at it with all my might. My legs were getting wobblier every second that the jizz continued to rain out of me. When the third eruption finally ended, I desperately pulled air deep into my lungs. Ecstasy was taking its toll.
Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. I counted the next few loads in my head like I was taking inventory. I think I was keeping tally so I knew how much longer I had to endure the humiliation. There had to be a part of me, though, that was also keeping track of how much longer I got to enjoy my transient state of bliss.
“He’s like a motherfucking cow!” Colt exclaimed. “He just keeps milking himself and it doesn’t stop shooting out!”
“I don’t even know if some cows make this much,” Travis teased.
“He’s getting close to filling the whole cup,” Liam announced.
I looked down at the strong white stream connecting with the liquid in the cup. There was only a little more than an inch of space left before it would be filled to the rim.
I’m so disgusting. Why can’t I be normal? Yes, please, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. They are looking at me like I’m a circus animal. They’re never going to talk to me again after this. Keep stroking. Just a little more. Just a little more.
In other words, I was losing all sense of where “Oh, no” ended and “Oh, yes” began.
Eventually I felt things slowing down within me. The ninth jet was considerably weaker than the others, even if it still lasted quite a while.
Liam laughed. “I think he’s finally almost spent.”
By the time the final shot – number ten – sprang forward, the cup was almost totally full. Liam seemed to be watching it carefully to make sure it wouldn’t overflow.
“Come on,” Liam said. “Let’s cheer Augie to the finish line.”
“Augie! Augie! Augie!” they chanted in uproarious unison.
It made me feel even more mortified. My condition was being treated like it was worthy of accolades. Like Liam – and yet, so unlike him — I watched as the stream slowly came to a finish. I kept yanking at myself to help get it all out. The cup was officially filled to the very brim.
“Yeah, boy!” Travis yelled.
“Fuck, yeah!” Colt echoed.
The fireworks inside of me were sputtering out. My breathing was getting deeper; my abs stopped contracting. My legs, however, still felt like jelly.
I slowly milked the last few drops from my cock head. We all watched as they splashed down one by one. The surface tension held, even though it had looked like any one of them might have caused the cup the overflow.
“Oh, god,” I softly moaned when I knew it was over.
I finally let my hand come to rest around the root of my cock. My twice-abused hose was already rapidly deflating, but I held it tight. I just couldn’t unlatch myself.
“Look at this!” Liam said. “How many ounces are in one of these anyways?”
He started to slowly move the cup, eventually setting it down gently upon the small table between him and Colt. He took extra care when letting go; I was sure he didn’t want any of it to spill over and trickle down onto his fingers.
I just stood there watching them with my mouth agape. Whenever I came more than once in a short period of time, I felt like I had just downed a few shots of tequila in quick succession. It was like my body just couldn’t handle all the sensations.
“That one,” Travis started, “… that one there is twelve ounces.”
“Jesus,” Colt said, tittering, “that’s a cup and a half.”
“How the hell does anyone have that much jizz in them?” Travis asked bemusedly.
They were all yukking it up as they bonded at my expense. They kept shooting glances at me that were a mixture of pity and amusement while I stood there in a state of zombification.
“I don’t want this shit to spill all over my table,” Liam said as he stood up.
The other two kept yapping while he walked over towards the mini-fridge again. He picked up a large plastic bowl that had been perched on top of it next to the stack of cups. He emptied some fun size candy bars out of it; they scattered onto the mini-fridge’s roof.
Liam walked back and quickly started pouring my cup of jizz into the new vessel. It didn’t look nearly as impressive, but I knew that that didn’t change anything.
“I just imagined it spilling all over if one of us bumped it,” Liam said.
I had no idea why he’d feel the need to explain himself, but that’s how it came across. He planted himself in his seat and directed his attention towards me. It only took a second for Travis and Colt to do the same. Liam’s emerald eyes started to shine again. I knew that couldn’t be a good sign.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” was all I could muster.
“I think he’s broken,” Colt taunted.
“Dude’s probably dehydrated,” Travis said. “He just jizzed out more than a full drink.”
Yet again, they laughed as a group. I felt the shame becoming more prominent; it was breaking through my post-nut haze. I finally pulled my mouth shut after realizing it had been hanging slack.
“Looks like you missed a drop,” Travis said.
I looked down. There was a single pearly bead clinging to my pee hole. Travis grabbed the emptied-out red cup and extended it towards me.
“Here,” he said. “Put it in the cup.”
I took it from his hand. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was like I wasn’t thinking.
I positioned it below my cock head and gave it a solid shake. The drop didn’t want to detach though.
“Shake it harder,” Colt chortled.
Like I was a jester taking commands from a king, I did what he said. The drop finally jumped ship and splashed down where it belonged.
“Give it… give it a tug to see if there’s any more in there,” Travis said through broken laughter.
I milked my five soft inches from root to tip. I could feel another drop slither its way out. I shook it off into the cup. By habit or instinct, I started to stroke and squeeze the shaft of my man meat yet again when I felt something.
No. No. No.
It was like that aura of what was about to happen pulled me out of my trance.
The blood started pumping again. I didn’t know how it could happen; it seemed impossible, even though it had happened to me before. I watched in horror as my cock started to rapidly expand in my mitt.
“Is he…?” Colt asked.
In less than five seconds, I was hard as a fucking rock again. My dick was still bright red from being worked over, but it was already willing to serve another tour of duty.