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UUnnnnggghhhh.........shh.......aaahhh.....ahhhhh......more!

I felt my cock near to bursting, ready to explode and cover everything white with my cum.

My balls churned, pulsed and felt about to explode as well. The cum was pushing hard in a desperate attempt to finally be released.

I loved this feeling. I loved masturbating wildly, with any kind of restriction, feeling the cum accumulate in my balls until they swelled in size.

Let me start again.

Ever since I learned about masturbating, I dedicated at least a moment on my day for it. I was around 15 (a late bloomer, im aware...) when I noticed how good it felt when I rubbed my dick. I distinctly remember how amazing it felt the first time I came. My mind was blown, completely intoxicated on the euphoric release from my dick. And the sheer amounts of cum was incredible. It flew high into the air, with great strength before falling unto me, covering my crotch completely in its hot embrace. My hand was still grabbing tightly my member, which felt so incredible after that release, that my mind could not process properly at the time and I babbled incoherently for several minutes before I could regain my composure.

When I came through, I noticed my crotch and hand completely covered in the sticky, hot mess that was my cum. I instinctively moved my hand close to my mouth to lick it. The taste was sour and salty, and yet it had a certain texture and consistency that made me feel special. I drank my own cum, and that made me feel strangely good, so much so, that my member arose once more, hard and pulsing, ready for a second round. And so, I went at it again, this time taking some time to properly enjoy the moment. I came once more, with more strength than the first time, and expelling even more cum than the first time. And then I came a third time and even fourth time, each one even more incredible than the previous one. By the end of the night, half my bed, as well as my bottom half were completely drenched in my delicious cum. It never registered to me, perhaps because it thought it was just normal, just how much cum I could make, or just how seemingly large my balls were. I didn’t thought it was relevant how they seemed to be rather large, and even bigger after some time had passed. I just thought that because they were rather big, I could possibly endure more than others and that was just a normal part of growing up as a man.

After that day, I would fap continuously at least once a day without exceptions. I would go to bed, pull down my shorts, pants, underwear or whatever it was that covered my nether regions and went at it until I came hard. Soon it went from one time a day to two times, once before bed, and once after I woke up. Soon, that wasn’t enough, so I went three times a day, and even that soon proved to be barely enough. I just couldn’t have enough of the delicious feeling of cumming hard and in such great volumes. In fact, it seemed to be increasing a little bit every day. Now if I don’t fap at least 5 times a day, my balls would churn and pulse hard in my pants, bulging prominently and making me so delirious with lust that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate in anything else unless I fap until I came hard. By the time I was 18, my balls had grown to the size of baseballs, and by then I had to masturbate 8 times a day, just to cope with my daily life.

Now, don’t get me wrong...I love it.

Just the thought of cumming, made me so horny, it became unbearable. The feeling of being showered with my cum was so tantalizing, so incredibly arousing, that it seemingly fueled my lust continuously and endlessly during my self-pleasuring moments. I came because I was horny, I was horny because I wanted to cum, I cummed because it made me feel good, It felt good because I was horny. It became a self repeating cycle. I fapped furiously every day, reveling on the feeling, and I did not cared about anything else during those moments.

The feeling of my balls bugling on my underwear, pressing hard made me delirious with lust. They had grown so much. I felt exhilarated to think that the bigger they got, the more cum they could produce and therefore the more I could fap. I loved how huge they had become.

I'm 20 years old now and I had managed to somehow continue with my everyday life, while masturbating 10 times a day. By now, my amazing balls are beyond melon size. It gets me all kinds of strange looks, when I waddle from place to place, my huge bulge showing through my clothes. I have had some love interests, the occasional fling and even some special girl that could potentially became my special other for life. Most of them were interested in my condition, as they came to call it. Others were simply curious to know if it was for real. My potential SO was actually thrilled by the prospect of fucking someone that could in fact fill her to the brim with cum. But that is a story for another time.

My routine became something I could somehow manage by being clever and organized. I would wake up, masturbate, got ready for work, had lunch, arrived at work, masturbated on the bathroom, worked, fap before lunch, had lunch, fap after lunch, got back to work, had a noon fap, back to work, fap before leaving for my house, fap as soon as I got home, go to the gym, fap after workout in the gym shower, arrived home, fap before dinner, had dinner, fap as much as I could until I fell asleep. This had become my everyday routine. And with every day, I could feel my balls were getting bigger, as if trying to cope with the demands of everyday lust.

And it wasn't easy, each orgasm was intense to say the least. Especially when I had to do it in bathrooms or the gym shower. It drained me temporarily from my strength, sometimes even leaving me weak, on my knees, gasping for air, with a mess in front of me. But the feeling was never bad. Every time it was always amazingly powerful and mind blowing to the point I felt it was increasingly getting better the bigger my balls were getting. It was like my body was developed for the sole purpose of constantly giving me greater pleasure.

Every night, pleasuring myself became something of a ritual. I would browse the internet for several kinds of porn. From girls with huge tits, to edging videos in which the man came hard and furious. By now, it had become obvious I was a very special case. Men weren't supposed to have balls as big as mine, nor was it normal to be able to cum 10 times a day and still be able to produce the stupidly huge amounts of cum I did. I could fill 2 or 3 buckets worth of cum every day. And I loved every part of it.

My girl liked it to. She delighted on masturbating me with her huge tits or sometimes with her hand. Fellatio became an experience unlike anything she had ever had before. One time, while sucking my cock, she went at it with such reckless abandon, I couldn´t stop moaning and grunting with sheer delight, and was unable to tell her I was about to cum. The result was incredible. Her cheeks suddenly expanded with the huge amounts of cum and the excessive force behind the blast, until she released my cock and it drenched her face, hair and the wall and floor behind her, covering it completely with my white seed. Her delight was evident. She came right there after the massive cum blast. but I wasn’t done. I grabbed my cock, fapping non-stop with my right hand, while my left hand massaged my swollen balls. They pulsed a little bit, seemingly getting a little bit bigger, until I cried in ecstasy and came once more harder than before. The force was enough to make me bend my back until I was laying with my back on the bed, a tick stream of cum covering everything in a line from the floor to the wall. Even my girl was amazed at the display or erotic explosion I achieved after cumming that much. In the aftermath, the room had become a complete mess, with cum spayed across the walls, the floor, the roof, the furniture and even across the hallway. The sticky mess everywhere was something of a guilty pleasure for me. The thought that so much cum came from me, and that I was such a virile person, that I could cover everything with my seed was so arousing that it fueled my libido from the very bottom of my subconscious.

I loved this. The very notion of ceaseless masturbation plagued my existence, and yet, I reveled on the idea of cumming non-stop. I positively adored the feeling of bliss and weakness overcoming my senses as an orgasm hit my every cell. The feeling of all that cum covering my body, hot and steamy, sticking to my skin, and also covering everything around me. I wanted more of it. I wanted nothing more than to cum and cum and cum until everything was covered in my essence. And the look of pleasure from my girl when she was bathed un my juice? That was priceless.

On one particular day, one that would forever be remembered as the day in which I faced the worst torture any man in my condition could feel, everything seemingly conspired against me in order to stop my usual routine. IT began with my alarm not going off. I had 30 minutes to get ready to get to work. I had to forego my usual fapping session of the morning. Thinking I could possibly hold until I reached work, I endured. But then traffic was horrible, making me arrive 20 minutes later instead of the 30 minutes earlier that I use to fap. It was horrible. My mind was not focused. My balls ached, inflating and pulsing against my pants, the bulge visible and very disconcerting for others. For me however this was beyond horrible. I wanted to cum so badly. I felt my balls blowing up, filling to beyond capacity with cum, begging me to release all my accumulated essence. The pain soon overcame my rationale and forced me to take drastic actions. I excused myself from the meeting, rushing to the bathroom as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the one on my floor, as well as the one below was closed due to some repairs being done. I rushed to the one at the bottom, every step making my balls pulse with pain and adding more cum to its already immense pool. Finally I arrived at the bathroom, only to notice that a very long line of people was waiting to use it. It was just not fair. I didn´t had time. Begrudgingly, I returned to my meeting, frustrated, unfocused and so horny it was painful. My cock pulsed every second, while I felt my balls expand a little more inside my overstretching pants. The bulge was indeed so evident, it was beyond what was acceptable. I feared I could be called out for indecent exposure. I had no other choice, as discreet as I possibly could, I went back to my cubicle, sat behind my desk, and awaited the end of the work day. I could not risk going to the bathroom again and seen with my massive balls inflated inside my pants. I had to wait until everyone had left so that I could leave.

The pain, the agony, the unbridled lust tortured me non stop. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about anything else but cumming. My mind was constantly being crushed by agonizing fantasies of me cumming, previous instances of my best orgasms. Soon it took a life of its own, fantasizing became the only thing reasonable for me. I hunched over my desk, my hands slowly caressing the surface of my too tight pants. I gently rubbed my balls through my pants, discovering how incredibly distended they had become. Their size was something I could not have foresaw. They were bigger than bowling balls, falling way beyond my knees, and pulsing with such amounts of cum, every second felt like a year.

I wanna cum..... - my mind was consumed by this idea.

The end of my shift came and went as slowly as it could. By then, my balls had doubled in size, pushing my pants so far beyond its limits, the zipper and buttons on them came undone. I was drooling and seemed to babble incoherently, my brain was not listening to anything else but the desire to cum. My hands were trying as best as they could to contain the swelling mass that were my balls, while my cock, erect, red and unbelievably hard pushed against the fabric of my underwear, tenting it and giving me a closer look into the red hot mess that was my aching, bulging and stupidly large balls. They were huge! They pulsed and felt ready to explode. They radiated so much heat, they seemed ready to melt. I slowly and discreetly pushed one hand inside my pants to try and touch them. The very proximity made them quiver with delight. I arched my back in glee, in ecstasy, in pure unholy lust. While I caressed slowly and quickly the top of them, jolts of electricity passed through me, making me so incredibly aroused, punishing my senses to such extent, I could not stiffen the moan that erupted from my lips. My head banged against the desk sideways, drool and moisture falling from my extending tongue while my eyes were unfocused and I what little sanity I had left was constantly being crushed under the increasing weight of my balls.

Too much.....wanna cum......too much.....wanna cum.....

I spouted this words softly while I tried to remain composed. I felt them pulse even more, getting bigger and bigger, making gallons and gallons of cum, filling beyond anything I had seen, even in morphs and porn videos. But the torture was not over. I couldn’t move yet, as there were some employees left on the building, hard working people aiming for some employee of the month prize, or trying to get a promotion, or some other inane goal the at this point seemed completely ridiculous and pointless to me. I only wanted to get home and masturbate. Masturbate and masturbate until I could drain my overly inflated testes. I wanted to release the now absurd amount of cum that was churning inside my balls. And yet at the same time, I was enjoying this in ways I couldn´t understand. The very notion of having my balls grow with cum to this size was something unbelievable and at the same time, I wanted them to keep growing. I knew that the more they grew, the more cum they could hold and therefore, the more I could cum and obviously, the orgasm would be so mind bending incredible I could possibly lose myself completely. I didn’t care about my girl at this moment, this was a moment for me, a moment born only for me. If it worked as good as I thought, maybe I could try it again with her later. But for now, the only thing that mattered was to get home and masturbate. It was the only thing that made sense.

Please....leave already... - I softly murmured to myself.

Only one person was left at the office. Greg from human resources. He was a nice guy, hard working too. I usually liked talking to him, but right now, I was begging, imploring to whatever power that could grant wishes, to make him finally leave. I was delirious, hot, dazed, in pain, in ecstasy, pressure building in my balls, inside my pants, in my raging boner. I have read the same sentence on my screen over and over for the past 4 hours. Its almost 8 pm and he´s still here. God, make him go away already, please. I cant take anymore. I need to cum. My balls are gigantic, pressing and bulging beyond my knees. Just how much cum can they produce. How big can they get.

I want to cum...Greg.....leave already! - my murmur seemed a little louder this time.

So loud in fact that Greg actually answered.

"you called me, Matt?"

My face was red, although it wasn´t due to embarrassment. My breathing was labored, but it wasn’t due to sickness or surprise. No, my head was engulfed in a battle against my lowest instincts. A part of my brain was determined to let everything else go, to let myself go under my animalistic instincts and just start fapping right then and there.

Greg kept chattering, mumbling, talking my ear off. I noticed he was carrying his bag, which meant he was already leaving. Please, just shut up and leave. My mind kept pushing thoughts of lascivious nature unto me. Images of me masturbating. Images of my balls pushing more and more against the fabric of my pant, ripping them, exposing themselves while being caressed by the cool breeze. The thoughts were becoming too overpowering.

I grimaced and nodded, while he kept babbling and babbling.

Please leave already..im begging you....just go....i CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!! - my mind was near the point of shutting down any rational thought. I cant stop thinking about masturbating. My hand, carefully hidden under the desk, rubbed slowly the hot surface of my balls through the gap made by the expansion of my balls. My legs were being pushed open with every pulse of gargantuan testes. The soft touch of my digits made me shudder and nearly yelp. This surprised Greg, who seemed worried about me.

I'm fine...just a little cold I'm getting over.... - I lied, trying to sound as convincing and dismissing as possible.

"Oh, that no good. You should take some juice, some vitamins, I hear meat is good as well with lots of proteins, its even good for sperm count and such. I recall my uncle whose a doctor....." -

Hearing him ramble on about his uncle the fertility expert just made me go wild. Small tears began forming on the corner of my eyes. I was about to cry out of desperation. My sexual frustration was becoming too much to handle. I was nearly about to grab my cock with my hidden hand and just let myself go.

"….well, never mind, I must be going now. The wife is waiting for me. You make sure to take care of yourself and enjoy your weekend alright?

Those words ringed a tone of such happiness I thought they wouldn’t be possible. I said goodbye, while he left through the doors of the elevator. It was dark outside already. As I pushed the chair back, I was surprised beyond belief to what my eyes were seeing.

My balls.....they were.....so big. No....they were huge....NOOoooo, they were gigantic. So heavy and big that they dragged across the floor as pushed my chair back. My pants ripped from the middle, showing the veiny sacs ungodly size. They were red and bulged in front, bigger than beach balls. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and yet, I didn’t want to stop looking at them. Just thinking how much cum was stored in them, how much I was going to cum, I filled my head with nothing but the most orgasmic thoughts. And they were getting bigger still. I had to masturbate soon or else, I don’t know what would happen to me. I stood up, waddled as best as I could with by huge swelling balls swinging back and forth, a feeling that I came to dread and adore as it heightened my pleasure and drove ever closer to orgasming, and finally managed to reach my car.

I had to push the seat al the way back in order to accommodate my bulging balls. What little remained from my pants were simply rags that covered some parts of my legs. My cock stood erect the whole trip, pulsing in rhythmically with my balls, being slowly buried in their increasing girth. And yet the long ride back home was as tortuous as my extended work shift. Nearly an hour of traffic delayed my trip back home. But my body didn’t care about traffic. My balls kept swelling, churning, making even more cum, inflating beyond their enormous size. It had become so difficult to concentrate on driving. It was driving me crazy. I touched my dick with my hand, trying to calm myself a little by rubbing it slowly. That was huge mistake. It pulsed and jerked quickly, sending waves or pleasure through my shaft all the way to my core, making me arch my back. And in response my balls grew wildly fast, filling more and becoming so massive they pushed my legs apart against the door and the seat next to me. The pressure was unbelievable. The pain was growing with each drop of cum they made. They were hot, quivering and demanding release, and the more they grew, the less I could think straight. I wanted to cum so badly, and still there was a long stretch of road before I could arrive home.

I was beginning to lose it. My mind was foggy, while my breathing was so labored it seemed I was about to pass from exhaustion. 20 minutes till I arrive. Driving was so incredibly painful. My cock jerked and squirmed while my balls pushed hard, inflation with more cum.

15 minutes.... the very tip of my raging boner was so hot, I could feel the radiating heat, as well as see the piping hot red tip pulsing and pushing more and more. My balls seemed to have stopped growing for bit.... No, I was wrong, they started growing again. Please, just hang on a little more, im about to reach home. Don’t explode.... please, just don’t burst... I...

10 minutes... I wanna cum... I wanna cum... I wanna cum... I wanna cum... I wanna cum...

5 minutes... shii....t....aaaaahhhhhh....... fffuu...........uunnnnnnngggghhhhhh

Finally home...

As soon as I arrived, I threw the car door open. Getting out was a task in and of itself. Dragging my gigantic balls out was so incredibly hard I had to lift them one by one. Once finally out, I felt the cold floor against them like a sting. I waddled...lifting as best as I could. It took me 15 minutes to finally get inside my room.

Finally....I can finally masturbate until these monsters are back to normal. I took of all my clothes and laid down on my bed. As I looked upon myself laying on my back, the enormity of my balls dawned upon me. They were beyond huge. Their size as big as beanbag chairs. My legs were far spread and yet I felt them being pushed hard.

I lost not another second. I grabbed my enraged, pulsing cock with my hand, squeezed hard and began rubbing hard. The very first rub made me arch my back in mind bogging pleasure. I babbled and drool began spouting non-stop from my gapping maw.

Abugg........muuugguuuhhhh.........ggggooouuuuuuyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaggagaaaaaaaaaaaaggg.....

I was becoming stupid with so much pleasure hitting me every second. I began rubbing more, faster and faster. I felt the the pressure increase more and more. As I kept a firm hold on my cock, I turned my head back at my balls. They were growing again...they were growing....they were getting so gigantic...and yet....and yet....THEY KEPT GROWING MORE....

I was starting to get scared. I felt the pressure increase so much it started to get painful. I rubbed harder, trying to cum as fast as I could, trying to release the pressure, the enormous amount of cum needed to get out or else I fear I would get smothered by my own balls or worse, they would explode.

In an instant, seemingly without any kind of warning, I felt a jolt of pure, raw, savage.... erotically charged energy course through me, it came from my balls. I looked again and nearly fainted from the surprise. They were growing so fast, pulsing violently, red, hot and churning loudly. They grew past the size of a couch, and kept growing still. With every second, their size grew and the cum inside, sloshed and pushed against them, making me delirious with pleasure and scared that I was getting late to cum.

No.....i need to cum fast! - I grabbed hold with more vigor, rubbed and rubbed, desperate and completely focused.

They grew faster, breaking the bed, pushing aside everything, pushing against the wall. Their onslaught could not be stopped. I was starting to run out of space. Being pushed against the wall.

No.....please no more....its to much.....guuughghghgmmmmffff.......

The pressure increased a thousandfold.....having grown so big, the room seem to be pushing back against them.

But it was working. I was about to explode...but I felt it. The unmistakable sings of an orgasm were about to break my mind. I could feel it. I was about to release it. I was going to cum soon.....o so soon.....

I renewed my vigor. Feeling ecstatic...feeling so hot and erotically charged I felt this one could take me out. It was going to become incredible. Just thinking of all the cum that was about to gush out. I squeezed harder, pulled and twisted a little. Used both hands to increase the force.

A little more...just a little more...

I felt my balls rumble... they quaked and pulsed hard, their content gushed and quivered inside them.

Ye....s....eyeahhhh-….. I babled more incoherently than before. The pleasure was just to much for me to handle. I pressed on. Just a little bit more and I.....

I.....

Im......

Im gg.....

Im gonnna.....

IM GONNA.......

IM GONNAAAAA!!!!!!

My cock erupted with a force that was unlike anything ever seen. Thick, hot and powerful streams of cum, continuous and stronger than a water hose. I was unable to process anything. Only pleasure. I felt good.... beyond good...I don’t think there is a word to describe the ecstasy, the unbridled pleasure I was feeling as gallons upon gallons of hot, milky cum gushed out of my erect cock.

I came and came and came for minutes.... maybe hours, the passage of time seemed to be slipping out of my understanding. All I could see was my white cum raining down, covering everything, flooding everything around. I felt my cum rising, covering me, almost to the point I was floating.

And still the stream of cum did not recede. I came more and more. And not even once did I let go of my cock. I never felt anything like this before. Nothing else mattered to me anymore. There was only this, the pleasure of cumming without end. I came more until I finally passed out, exhausted and unable to feel anything else.

Morning came. The sound of keys fumbling in the distance woke me up, and a the voice of my girl echoed after them.

I looked upon me. Upon the room, upon the devastation I have brought.

My balls were back to "normal" size, a thick coat of cum covered everything from roof to floor. The smell of sex permeated the room. My body was completely covered in cum... in fact the only thing not covered in cum was the part of my cock I kept grabbing during the whole ordeal.

"I see you liked my gift..."

My girl was standing on the door, her eyes fixated on me, while she herself was wearing nothing.

"can you muster a second round for me big guy?..."

I smiled as I felt my cock harden and my balls churning with cum.