I met this guy in my Intro to Film Studies class. We totally clicked during our weekly film discussion section and I developed a massive crush on him. I was so excited when he asked me out a couple weeks ago.
To be blunt, because I swear it’s important to the story: He produces way, way more cum than any guy I’ve ever been with. It’s incredibly hot and, until recently, has just been our little secret. I haven’t told him, but I’m obsessed with the feeling of him filling me up until it’s literally overflowing. I always make sure to hit the bathroom afterward, and I’m always amazed at how much gushes out.
So, here’s where it gets complicated. I was at his place the other day for a hookup. He was extra passionate, and I swear he pumped more into me than I thought was physically possible. Afterward, I was in a huge hurry to get to a game night with my friends. I ducked into the bathroom like usual, but didn’t have much time to let everything… settle. I figured, whatever, I’ll just take some with me.
Anyway, we’re deep into a game of Ticket to Ride (and I was killing it, by the way, I had the longest route locked down and was about to claim it), when I stood up to get a drink. Suddenly, the whole room went quiet. My friend pointed and said, “ah, are you okay? did you… spill your drink?” I looked back and my chair was completely SOAKED. My heart sank. I knew exactly what it was. I was mortified. A part of me had thought that this might happen and I originally thought the idea of people knowing what I had been up to was kind of hot, but the reality was just embarrassment.
Fast-forward to the next time I’m at his place. I go into his bathroom and on a whim, I notice something.. behind his mirror, I spot this bottle of CUM STEROIDS. This dude is taking some kind of “volume-enhancing” supplement. I didn’t bring it up yet. I love cum more than most girls, but I had no idea this was a thing. Is this a thing? I feel like I have to get to the bottom of it. I don’t want to make him feel weird by asking about his secret to mega-loads, but I’m dying to talk to him about it.
