Hyperspermia

[Sheana_V]

I'd always had this as a fantasy that I thought was just unrealistic, I mean I'd been with men who had large emissions.
I recently started dating someone with fetish worthy amounts of cum, and he told me it's called Hyperspermia, and now I have an endless supply of erotic material. It's amazing what knowing what something is called changes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Hyperspermia/

 

[Veeweewee]

My husband definitely qualifies for this

 

[Dutchslut39]

Didn't know that, thanks!

 

[30bandits]

I'd always had this as a fantasy that I thought was just unrealistic, I mean I'd been with men who had large emissions.
I recently started dating someone with fetish worthy amounts of cum, and he told me it's called Hyperspermia, and now I have an endless supply of erotic material. It's amazing what knowing what something is called changes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Hyperspermia/

i have the same "problem."....

 

[twister947]

The threshold is 5.5 milliliters, or slightly over one teaspoon. That ain't much.

 

[Sheana_V]

The threshold is 5.5 milliliters, or slightly over one teaspoon. That ain't much.

Yes, but some produce substantially more than that.

 

[Sheana_V]

i have the same "problem."....

Pic of it didn't happen.

 

[Ptex]

I'd always had this as a fantasy that I thought was just unrealistic, I mean I'd been with men who had large emissions.
I recently started dating someone with fetish worthy amounts of cum, and he told me it's called Hyperspermia, and now I have an endless supply of erotic material. It's amazing what knowing what something is called changes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Hyperspermia/

Wow thanks for the info. I guess I have this condition as I cum a lot.

 

[ShaneoD]

Pic of it didn't happen.

I'm not going to lie, I'm a tad jealous she's asked you to have an orgasm for her

 

[Escierto]

The threshold is 5.5 milliliters, or slightly over one teaspoon. That ain't much.

My girlfriend shoots a lot more cum than that. I love seeing her cock spurting long thick streams of cum. It’s amazing how she can do it. I would be jealous except I get to swallow it all.

 

[cocktaildress21]

The threshold is 5.5 milliliters, or slightly over one teaspoon. That ain't much.

This.

Anything else is fantasy or outright lie. Sorry. Where do you imagine that volume would be coming from? The body doesn't have anywhere to store that liquid.

It's simply not true.

Same for female ejaculation, btw. Whenever you see cascades of liquid? That's urine. The body doesn't have any capacity to produce huge amounts of liquid.

 

[Escierto]

This.

Anything else is fantasy or outright lie. Sorry. Where do you imagine that volume would be coming from? The body doesn't have anywhere to store that liquid.

It's simply not true.

Same for female ejaculation, btw. Whenever you see cascades of liquid? That's urine. The body doesn't have any capacity to produce huge amounts of liquid.

I could show you photos where my girlfriend’s stomach and up to her chest is coated in cum. It’s easily more than a tablespoon of cum.

 

[cocktaildress21]

I could show you photos where my girlfriend’s stomach and up to her chest is coated in cum. It’s easily more than a tablespoon of cum.

If so, they're fake. So don't bother. Your body does not have a reservoir to store any more than a tablespoon - give or take. Sorry.

 

[Escierto]

If so, they're fake. So don't bother. Your body does not have a reservoir to store any more than a tablespoon - give or take. Sorry.

This is so funny. You are telling me that photos I took myself are fake. OMG. I have swallowed her cum, dude. I know how much I am swallowing!

 

[Acktion]

Semen doesn't become semen until ejaculation and is not stored anywhere in the body. True enough.

However, the three components of it are constantly being manufactured and stored. Sperm, which is only roughly five percent, is manufacture in the testes and stored in the epididymis. Seminal vesicle fluid, which makes up roughly sixty percent, is manufactured and stored in sacs by that name. And then there is prostatic fluid to make up the remaining thirty-five percent or so which is manufactured and stored... Bueller? Bueller?

Now, when the proto-typical pubescent punk starts guilt-tripping his wank-fodder female interest into helping him out, he is more often than not so full of shit his eyes should be brown. The engineering quorum set this machine up so that when the storage sacs of the fluids get full, it gets dumped. Most often in the form of nocturnal emission. If the little peckerhead can keep from pulling his pud long enough for that to happen.

And I readily admit from the moment a friend explained what masturbation was, and I figured out if I did that I wouldn't have to wash my sheets every damn day, I never let it get that far.

In my case, however, I may have taken things too far. I don't particularly feel like delving into my medical file which is thicker than some phone books just with the physical, or the psychological which can balance a scale with the DSM-III on the other side. So, I'll just say that I was cumming seven times per night on the low end and twenty-one (although the last may have gone over the twenty-four-hour mark) once. And, yeah, it caused some problems in my early relationships.

And, no. It wasn't seven mop buckets full. I never measured, but I sincerely doubt the first would have been half a teaspoon with the seventh probably measured by a dropper. Which was perfectly fine by me as the entire point was to have less embarrassing (and somewhat gross) mess.

Fortunately, after a few false starts including three failed engagements, I found the woman who against all reason thought I was husband material. And who actively enjoyed just how much I needed in the bedroom arena. Well, mostly. I did, eventually, tone it down to three orgasms for me on "school nights" when she had to work the next day since it was typically about an hour before I could cum the first time.

For about fifteen years.

And then she had to have a full hysterectomy.

She was a good woman. And, well aware of my... issues, she tried to help me out in other ways. But, it was not good since the act would excite her and make her ache. Which wasn't fair to her.

So, I tried to slip off and take the situation in hand myself. Only, she knew what was happening. And it still excited her. And since that floor was closed due to the remodeling, there was not a damn thing we could do about that.

Now, I've been called an asshole by a wide and distinguished variety of people in my life. And I have never once denied it. However, there are ways I choose not to be one. Or, perhaps I should say, certain people that I choose not to be that specific type.

So, I settled in to wait it out with her. It had been a while, but I distinctly recalled in the days before I was exposed to the art and science, the allure of masturbation, every couple or three days when it got to the point it was aching, I would go to sleep and wake up with messy sheets and didn't ache anymore. So, I wasn't worried.

It didn't happen. Why? We don't know.

Maybe the same way no matter how carefully engineered the vehicle, if you grind the gears, the transmission is eventually going to go out, I'd stripped my gears.

Or, maybe I'm not the egocentric asshole I prefer to be, and I was worried about her during those weeks of bed rest and never managed to fall deep enough asleep lying beside her.

What does not happen is that the glands producing the three components don't just stop functioning when the reservoir gets full. I mean, the engineering department has already set up the flood gate overflow. But, for whatever reason, mine didn't work as intended. Gradually, it will slow down production and, eventually, grind to a halt. But, it doesn't happen immediately.

And in my particular case, there was some supposition by white jacket-wearing jackasses that I'd had my team working overtime for too long, so that's why it took them longer to slow down. But, quite frankly, that's why they have a "practice." It's all just educated guesswork that is never perfect, but just a little better each time. (Shut up, Jeff. You know I'm right. And, no. You're still not sticking your size sixteen finger up my ass. Yes, I still remember the size class ring you had to order. Not to mention you dancing down the middle aisle of the band bus wearing make-up and with a pillow stuffed up under your shirt.)

Of course, I didn't know as much at the time. I knew I had some ache that was starting to get downright painful. But, I had nothing but contempt for "the myth of blue balls" or the misogynists who tried to exonerate their abusive approach to sexuality. So, I just clenched my jaw, wore looser slacks, traded my boxer briefs for boxers, and spent more time at my desk and less time walking amongst my students who seemed to dress more revealingly every day. Or maybe not since even a breeze from the south-west would stir my interest.

The day finally came and my favorite ride was open for business once more. I tried to be gentle and patient, but she put her spurs on. Not to mention gouging some pretty deep furrows in my back with her Freddy Kruger claws.

After a few checks to make sure they hadn't fucked up and sewed that sucker shut, we finally managed to get me fully seated. (With her screaming, "don't you fucking stop! Don't you dare stop!)

And for the one and only time in my life, I was a three-pump chump. Literally. One. Two. Thr- oh, fuck!

The thing is... that did NOT feel good. It did not feel like any orgasm I'd ever experienced. Actually, it felt more like popping a pimple on a larger scale. Or a boil that had been lanced. A mixture of relief and pain.

A feeling so intense that I couldn't stay inside of her. Or even over her. Instead, I rocked back on my heels, which not only pulled out of her but placed my hips somewhere around her knees. And Love was a tall woman. But, that didn't stop that first blast from reaching from her knees all the way up to completely fill her right eye which she'd barely gotten shut in time. And, yeah. That first shot alone was around a tablespoon.

I didn't see it at the time. My eyes were tightly shut and my mouth wide open in a silent rictus scream pointed at the ceiling as Mike Tyson said "fuck the speed bag" with my scrotum.

The second shot traveled the five feet and change from her knees right up her right nostril. And was roughly the volume of a tablespoon itself, overflowing her nostril and trailing down across her lips and into her mouth that had opened in shock.

The third turned her cleavage into a river valley.

I started falling forward again and barely kept myself from landing on her.

The unheard of (for me anyway) fourth shot filled her navel.

The fifth just sort of dribbled out. And kept dribbling. And kept dribbling until it had just sort of glazed her whole pubic region.

I had no clue what I'd done. Hadn't seen it since my eyes were still closed as I tried to figure out if I was dying or what. Struggling to catch my breath. My heart doing flip-flops in my chest. And, for the first time ever, debilitating exhaustion that made me feel guilty for a lifetime's worth of uncharitable thoughts about men that roll over and go to sleep without giving her her cookie.

Not until she said, "Now, that's how you fucking cum! That's how you cum from now on!" And I opened my eyes to see what the fuck she was talking about.

Cum like that again? Fuck, you! I wasn't sure I was going to survive that time as I bounced off three walls and fell twice retrieving her a towel. Everything hurt from my navel to my knees.

But, we really didn't think too much about it. Right then. I mean, sure, that was a lot. But, we sort of figured I hadn't cum in forty days and nights, so the flood just sort of made sense.

Until three days later... two days? No, three days, because I'd missed two days of work. And had absolutely zero interest in anything sexual for the first time since puberty despite her ache to make up for lost time. With a rather intense ache somewhere between my scrotum and anus. And she managed to harass me into heading to the quack shack.

And after a rather mortifying hour-long question and answer with a high school chum that was torn between knowing me well enough to know I do not lie or exaggerate and what his textbooks said he kicked me over to a specialist where I had to go through it all again and more.

I drew the line at the alien probe option. Actually, I think my exact words were, "there ain't enough of you on this floor. Next?"

And that's where the suppositions came from that it had something to do with the amalgam of my... history. The reason "an empty prostate is a happy prostate" became a saying is because (or so I was given to understand) the reservoir sac will stretch, but in so doing it causes problems elsewhere. And similarly with the epididymis and seminal sacs.

I don't know. It was quite a while ago. And once I figured out I needed to keep the collection points emptied, I pretty much quit listening except to slap his ass down when he circled around again to sticking something up my ass to check things.

And, actually, I pretty well forgot about it once things settled back down to the semblance of normal with me cumming several times per day at a much (much!) lower volume.

Hell, by the time Love had become virtually bedridden and any sexual explorations were off the table, I didn't even need more than once per day anymore and more often every two to three days. Which I could take care of in the bathroom without bothering her usually.

And when she died, I wasn't very interested at all for a while. Not in sex or pretty much anything else.

But, I got coaxed back out of my shell. And that part of me was reawoken, although at a much lower ebb. Once a day was plenty. Three times was a lot.

Which was probably a good thing since the frequency lessening didn't do diddly about shortening the length of time it took to get me there. And the willing playmates that found me didn't have that kind of time to invest.

About a year ago, I was forcibly reminded to keep things empty to keep them happy. We were playing pretty steadily, several times per day. And she always got to cum. But, sometimes I did and sometimes I didn't. Which wasn't really a problem as far as I was concerned since I would get it next time, or maybe the next day since as long as she was happy, she would keep coming back to give me that chance.

Except we hit a point where something would interfere each time. And one day gradually turned into a week where she had cum several times per day and me not at all.

I didn't really notice until the boy child and his wife came for a visit, affording me zero privacy for the duration of a couple of days. Pulling on a pair of sweats for a modicum of decency, I did note that I couldn't seem to get comfortable with my thighs seeming to press on my balls painfully. But, I didn't really pay attention until after they'd gone and I got a good look and realized my scrotal area had swollen to the size of a prize-winning tomato. I say tomato because it was also purplish-red.

I needed to cum, I figured. So, I did. And while there was not near as much as after Love's hysterectomy, there was rather a lot. Roughly about a cup.

Only, major issue, it was bloody. "Hematospermia."

A rather lengthy phone call (during which I repeatedly refused the alien abduction scenario again) resulted in my rather dim understanding that age had robbed me of the elasticity of those sacs, causing some seepage. And a promise that if it didn't clear up in seven days, I would at the least come in and let him squeeze them while I coughed eight octaves higher than normal.

And it did clear up on the fifth day. So, when he called on the seventh to remind me of my promise, I told him to go crack some walnuts in that vice grip of his and leave me the Hell out of it.

It happened again about a month or so ago after only three days of not cumming. But, I figured a) he probably wasn't gonna let me go without sticking something up my ass this time and b) I already sort of had a dim idea what was going on. So, I just settled in to wait out the seven days before checking in. And, it cleared up again.

But, I have noticed that if I cum more than once per day, we're talking my usual half a teaspoon or less. Once per day is roughly a teaspoon. Two days is edging over closer to a tablespoon. And I've learned the hard way I can't let the third day pass or it gets bloody anymore.

I don't understand enough to follow their thought that my lifelong battles with clinical depression or my diagnosis of Parkinson's might be somehow related. And, quite frankly, I've passed the point of interest anymore in the whys and such since it feels like they're trying to puff pet theories up my ass like so much smoke.

Is it "normal?" No. If it was, it wouldn't have been labeled "hyperspermia." And the educated guesses amongst those who should fly south for the winter wouldn't have it down at roughly 4% of the population afflicted.

Is it possible? **shrug** Sure. I know of at least one case rather intimately. Not a quack myself, but I figure if someone has a marked increase in glandular production with a disabled overflow, and the elasticity for the sac(s) to expand without splitting... Well, there is no viable reason for me to state unequivocally that they can't be amongst the roughly four percent afflicted with me.

I do apologize if my interjecting a little reality as I've experienced it might have spoiled the fantasy. Obviously, if there's blood, it's not a good thing. Painful ejaculation is another bad sign. As is shortness of breath with debilitating exhaustion upon completion. And (or so I was told) issues with defecating or urinating most likely indicate an issue. "You should seek help from a medical professional blah blah blah" and all that stuff. But, if everything feels good and comes out all right, then the way I see it, enjoy your one-man bukkake. (Although, most studies suggest lower fertility, so it's probably not "baby batter.")

 

[writerperson]

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[Goldenfinger]

I can’t tell you the exact amount but I know the volume I shoot differs a lot. I get that there’s a storage container in your body and once it’s full that’s it. But if I don’t have sex for a week there seems to be more quantity. Also when I cum while my prostate is being massaged there’s a lot more. These are not only my observation these are also my wife’s observations and a couple others. So I don’t know what to tell you.

I know the Science books say a amount but every body’s different. I’m tall your short, I have a big nose you don’t I wear size 15/16 shoe you have size 9. If peoples outside features differ so much wouldn’t you think some of the inside stuff can too.

 

[Escierto]

Hyperspermia is scientifically documented. Just because one moron disputes it doesn’t make it less so. He probably thinks the earth is flat too.

 

[cocktaildress21]

This is so funny. You are telling me that photos I took myself are fake. OMG. I have swallowed her cum, dude. I know how much I am swallowing!

I walked away from this, out of sheer disinterest. Happened upon the thread, and figured this was worthy of a reply.

I don't know anything about your pictures, and I don't need to. Ever. You're simply lying. Or .. deluding yourself. You can swallow quite a lot of fluid if it's piss.

Which it is. What you see in porn, when women gush liquid all over the place? That's piss, or a bag of liquid placed in the vagina for them to squeeze, to fool you.

I'm sorry. But you're quite simply, basically, irrevocably wrong.

 

[nevergetenough]

I'd always had this as a fantasy that I thought was just unrealistic, I mean I'd been with men who had large emissions.
I recently started dating someone with fetish worthy amounts of cum, and he told me it's called Hyperspermia, and now I have an endless supply of erotic material. It's amazing what knowing what something is called changes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Hyperspermia/

This is pretty interesting stuff.

I feel like I have always came a lot and have to cum pretty much daily.

I am pretty sure my last load would have qualified.

Next time I might take a teaspoon and see how much it is to see if I am right. Lol

 

[Asian_Flower]

I dont really know how the whole sperm "factory" thing works. What I do know is that if we have been playing for an extended period of time then Hubs has some really large loads. Gosh!

 

[ShaneoD]

I dont really know how the whole sperm "factory" thing works. What I do know is that if we have been playing for an extended period of time then Hubs has some really large loads. Gosh!

I'm not entirely sure why but this reminds me of lizvegas' zinc experiment. You're right too, delayed gratification usually leads to more than normal

 

[Married_Man_63]

If you're interested

I wrote a story about it. Feel free to give Too Much of a Good Thing a look over

 

[ChelseUk]

Love this thread and now theres a name to what i love

 

[Foolhen]

Prolonged arousal combined with prolonged abstinence can produce some interesting effects. I probably produce an average amount of come on a regular basis, but I was in a situation once where I was mildly aroused for days on end with no release. Finally, a woman I knew went down on me. Now, she was a very avid sucker of cocks and always swallowed, but I seemed to just keep coming and coming in her mouth, to the point that it overwhelmed her ability to swallow it all. On maybe one other occasion I have had a similar experience where I had what almost felt like a chain orgasm where my cock convulsed very rapidly many, many times.