notworthmentioning69
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Tom Halloway woke with a start. His hand reached out and grabbed for anything, yet all he found was the bed sheet. He groaned and grabbed it and pulled it down. He barely had time to cover the end of his cock before it started spraying thick white cum. More and more started to soak through the sheet so he bunched more sheet around the head of his shaft. Yet even with the sheet he ended up with a healthy smear across his lower stomach.
He groaned and crawled out of bed and looked around his room. It was in disarray. Empty tissue boxes and spent tissues scattered, dirty clothes (his and his wives) wadded up and crusted with dry cum, he looked at the bed and saw the bed clothes disgustingly spotted but he knew better than to try and change them again. He knew before his wife got home he would need to shampoo the carpet.
His wife, Beth, was away for the next three months helping his oldest daughter Karen plan her upcoming wedding to her fiance Steve. His youngest daughter Alexis was away for her first semester at college. Since he had the house to himself he had gone a little lax with the cleaning. Luckily the rest of the house was fine, mainly because he had sequestered himself to the bedroom.
Tom had problems with insomnia for years. Which wasn't particularly bad because he was able to work from home at his own pace anyway. But since he had the house to himself his friend Curtis, who was a Pharmaceutical Rep for one of the big drug companies, offered to get Tom onto a drug trial for a new Insomnia drug. It was an injection called "Tranquil" it was suppose to be effective for a month, helping regulate your sleep cycle. Curtis had warned him that in .01 of 1% of test subjects had some side effects of an increase in sexual production. He had taken the injection a week ago and since then he had slept at least five hours a night which was an improvement, but his body had gone crazy.
He had tried to keep track and from the best of his reckoning he had been averaging 15 orgasms a day while he was awake, and at least 3 while he was asleep. On top of that he had used a pitcher in the kitchen and after 12 orgasms figured he was cumming at least a pint each orgasm.
He had called Curtis and asked if there was a way to counter the effect of Tranquil, but Curtis had told him he just had to ride it out. When Curtis asked what the problem was, Tom lied and said he was sleeping too much.
He brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror, black hair and blue eyes, strong sharp jaw line. He had a tuft of dark chest hair along the top but by no means a hairy man. The most disturbing thing was his cock was already throbbing again, a week ago it had been a healthy seven inches but now it was a full 9 inches hard and thicker too. He spit into the sink and pulled on his robe, not bothering to tie it tight as his growing member would just poke through when it wanted and headed downstairs.
He talked to his wife on the phone, checking in and finding out about the plans they were making. He glanced at a picture of his family. Beth and Karen were so similar, petite with that hair that was either dark blonde or light brunette, with brown eyes. His daughter Alexis had his hair and eyes and had a "fuller" build. He glanced at the picture of his youngest daughter and his cock twitched and guilt washed over him.
He went into the kitchen to make him some breakfast. Another day with no relief in sight.
He groaned and crawled out of bed and looked around his room. It was in disarray. Empty tissue boxes and spent tissues scattered, dirty clothes (his and his wives) wadded up and crusted with dry cum, he looked at the bed and saw the bed clothes disgustingly spotted but he knew better than to try and change them again. He knew before his wife got home he would need to shampoo the carpet.
His wife, Beth, was away for the next three months helping his oldest daughter Karen plan her upcoming wedding to her fiance Steve. His youngest daughter Alexis was away for her first semester at college. Since he had the house to himself he had gone a little lax with the cleaning. Luckily the rest of the house was fine, mainly because he had sequestered himself to the bedroom.
Tom had problems with insomnia for years. Which wasn't particularly bad because he was able to work from home at his own pace anyway. But since he had the house to himself his friend Curtis, who was a Pharmaceutical Rep for one of the big drug companies, offered to get Tom onto a drug trial for a new Insomnia drug. It was an injection called "Tranquil" it was suppose to be effective for a month, helping regulate your sleep cycle. Curtis had warned him that in .01 of 1% of test subjects had some side effects of an increase in sexual production. He had taken the injection a week ago and since then he had slept at least five hours a night which was an improvement, but his body had gone crazy.
He had tried to keep track and from the best of his reckoning he had been averaging 15 orgasms a day while he was awake, and at least 3 while he was asleep. On top of that he had used a pitcher in the kitchen and after 12 orgasms figured he was cumming at least a pint each orgasm.
He had called Curtis and asked if there was a way to counter the effect of Tranquil, but Curtis had told him he just had to ride it out. When Curtis asked what the problem was, Tom lied and said he was sleeping too much.
He brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror, black hair and blue eyes, strong sharp jaw line. He had a tuft of dark chest hair along the top but by no means a hairy man. The most disturbing thing was his cock was already throbbing again, a week ago it had been a healthy seven inches but now it was a full 9 inches hard and thicker too. He spit into the sink and pulled on his robe, not bothering to tie it tight as his growing member would just poke through when it wanted and headed downstairs.
He talked to his wife on the phone, checking in and finding out about the plans they were making. He glanced at a picture of his family. Beth and Karen were so similar, petite with that hair that was either dark blonde or light brunette, with brown eyes. His daughter Alexis had his hair and eyes and had a "fuller" build. He glanced at the picture of his youngest daughter and his cock twitched and guilt washed over him.
He went into the kitchen to make him some breakfast. Another day with no relief in sight.