Drop and Give Me 50

Introduction

If you are familiar with my writing, you know I don’t produce a lot. I’m a busy guy, and these things take a lot of time. But it comes and goes in “spurts,” so to speak. The first six chapters of this story have been sitting around since 2014, in longhand no less. In 2019, I finally typed it up, and except for a few words and some paragraph-structure shuffles, I didn’t change anything. But even after typing it all up, I still didn’t know where to go with the story. Here I am eight years later, and I finally have some forward momentum with it.

The only narrative I’ve ever serialized was the “Chocolate Factory” stories, and there were only two of them. Until this one, every story has been about a brief, and mostly continuous, moment in time. As such, I haven’t needed to serialize them. However, this story is long and complicated. I’ve broken it down into reasonably sized chapters. I hope you will stick with it to the end, and I hope you like the way I finally decided to finish it.

Cheers,
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Chapter 1: Maybe It Is a Problem

It’s always been a problem, but until recently, it wasn’t really a big deal. I have a constricted urethra which is normally a condition for old men. But on rare occasion, you can be born with it, and I drew the narrow straw so to speak. The official term is congenital. I didn’t have it bad. Basically, I sprayed a lot, but it wasn’t painful, and unlike severe cases, I didn’t get infections or anything like that. I mostly sit to pee or just don’t care and make a mess. But recently, it got worse and the sitting down all the time was getting old.

There was one other reason it bothered me. I had been jacking off for years, and everything worked just fine, or so I thought. But I was over at my friend Brent’s house a few months back. His parents were gone, and he asked if I wanted to watch some of his dad’s porn. I had never watched porn. My dad left years ago, and to the best of my knowledge, my mom didn’t have a porn stash. Teenage curiosity caused a yes to come out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think about it.

Before long, my eyes were glued to the screen, and a new world was unfolding. Brent had unzipped his shorts and was stroking his cock. I was barely paying attention to the live show because I was still transfixed by what was happening on screen, but I figured if he wasn’t embarrassed to do it, I wouldn’t be either. I had never watched porn, but I knew you were supposed to jack off to it. I was naïve, but that concept was not beyond my understanding.

We were both eighteen and seniors in high school. So, jacking off was nothing new. We were both on the baseball team, so seeing each other naked wasn’t novel either. But watching porn together was certainly out of the norm. Brent seemed a lot more at ease, like he had done this before. I wondered with whom. When he loaded the DVD, he went right to a particular scene, so I figured he was well versed in the entirety of his dad’s collection. The scene was coming to a climax and the guy pulled out of this chick’s pussy, scooted up toward her face, and started jacking off. This all seemed normal, or at least as normal as a teenager’s first exposure to porn can be. But when he came, he shot huge streams of cum that forcefully hit her face and made a rather distinct splatting noise.

I’ve watched myself cum thousands of times, and I had never seen anything like this. I turned to look at Brent with what must have been a look of total amazement, but his eyes were shut, and he was in a world unto himself. From his breathing, he was obviously getting close and suddenly he shot an enormous wad, and the first volley went flying over his shoulder and landed well behind the couch. After a big exhale, he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him. He said, “Well, did you cum?” I was too shell-shocked to come up with a lie and just said no about as quickly as I had said yes a half hour ago. He picked up the remote and said, “This scene will push you over the edge.” We sat back and started the whole process over again.

It was obvious from two data points that my congenital condition had an effect I was unaware of. When I came, it just oozed out. Having no other frame of reference, I thought that was just how it worked. And it felt great, so I didn’t realize I had a reason to complain.

The porn had me super horny, and I needed to cum in the worst way. But I didn’t want Brent to witness my newly discovered deficiency. I looked over at him, and once again, he was on another planet. So, I finished myself off confident he wasn’t really paying attention. His breathing gave away his impending climax, and I watched to see if the first one was an anomaly. Nope, this one was not as thick, but went equally as high and far as the last one. I knew something was wrong with me.