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Michael sat at the edge of his bed, looking down at the bottle of water clutched in his right hand. His chest rose and fell rather prominently, and his rich brown skin shivered as his other hand squeezed at the length of his erect cock. The water inside the bottle was crystal clear, and yet at times, if he turned it at just the right angle or caught the dim moonlight shining through the window just so, he swore he could see white, almost silvery strands of some thicker liquid within the water. That didn't put him off though. Indeed, it prompted the hand on his cock to move faster. To squeeze and stroke himself until beads of pre-cum began to form upon its tip and trickle down. He groaned, and pulled his hand away from his erection for just long enough to twist the cap off the bottle.

Raising the neck of the bottle to his lips, the human male took a moment to breathe deeply. To steady himself, and revel in the anticipation of what he hoped was about to happen. He'd seen videos. He'd heard stories. He'd spent months trying to get his hands on a bottle of this water, from a very special river half a world away. Even after receiving it in the mail, he'd waited days for this moment. For the weekend to arrive, and grant him several undisturbed days just in case the stories were true. Closing his eyes, Michael took one last deep breath, and ran his free hand through his short, tightly curled hair. Beyond that, his hand sank down to grasp at his swollen cock once more, and there was nothing more to hold him back. He raised the bottle up, tilted it, and rather than taking just a sip or two, began to thirstily gulp down the entirety of the five hundred millilitres or so it contained.

Immediately, before he'd even finished draining the bottle, Michael felt something incredible. A sensation somewhat akin to butterflies in the stomach, a lightness like when he'd been a child pushed on the swing-set at the park, stomach lurching with the momentum generated by his motion. He set the now empty bottle down on the bedside table, and with a deep, guttural groan hurried to lie down in his bed. To pull back the covers, slide beneath them, and press his head flat against the pillows beneath him. His hands lay flat atop the blankets, fingers flexing as his whole body trembled. He looked down the length of the soft sheets, and saw the twitching bulge of his erection making its presence known. He felt goosebumps raise up across his body, and saw them ripple down the lengths of his arms. He groaned. He cried out. Something was coming. Something big.

It was real. It had worked. Michael just about managed to let loose a burst of giddy, overwhelmingly joyous laughter, before in a single instant his breath was stolen away. His eyes widened urgently. His back arched, and as a strangled cry of pure ecstasy tore itself from deep in the human's throat, he began to cum.

"Aaahhhhyeah!"

Hands free, having spent a good few hours prior to this moment edging himself close to the brink but never once stepping over the edge, Michael felt his cock beginning to shoot thick spurts of cum out into the blankets wrapped around him. It took all his strength of will not to reach down beneath the sheets and grab his cock, to stop himself from squeezing and pumping it for all it was worth. But he made himself wait. Made himself feel this incredible sensation as his cock throbbed and poured forth wave after wave of rich seed without any intervention. With one final flex and one last productive dribbling of seed, the orgasm waned. Michael sank back to the bedding, and groaned happily as he felt the hot stickiness of his cum against the blanket beginning to drool back down over his cock and the smooth shaved dark skin of his crotch.

"Oh. Ohh..."

He gasped in relief at first, in joyous satisfaction at how intense and wonderful that orgasm had been. No, it hadn't been the endless fountain some of the reports online had suggested he would be in for, but...

"O-oh."

His eyes widened again as all of a sudden, the pleasure within his still twitching erection began to intensify once more. To rapidly rise with that same swing-set rush that made his head and stomach spin. Unable to help himself this time, he grabbed at his trembling crotch through the blankets upon which his hands lay. He gave a lustful cry as he wrapped his already cum-stained sheets around the straining length of his cock, followed by a deep, wild groan as all of a sudden he felt white hot ecstasy surging through the length of his member. He felt yet more cum staining the blankets, soaking through this time enough to form a dark spot against his clutching hands. He thrust his hips up against his hands and the stained, soaked blankets with cry after frantic cry as waves of cum every bit as abundant as the first round poured from his cock. The eruptions were powerful, producing constant streams of seed for several seconds at a time with such force that Michael swore he could feel the cum flowing through him as it made its way out. More than ten of these eruptions took place before his body settled, and sank back to the bed. But if one orgasm hadn't been the end of things... why should Michael have had any belief that two would be the final total.

Sure enough, barely another twenty seconds after the end of his second peak, a third began to wrack the human male's writhing form. Then a fourth. A fifth. More and more orgasms, not close enough together to count as one constant climax, but back to back in shameless succession. His stamina, his productivity, they seemed without limits as Michael wailed in excitement, turned on to unbearable extremes not just by the mindless orgasmic pleasure, but also the result of those orgasms. His bedsheets were becoming heavy and waterlogged by the sheer volume of cum he was pumping out into them. The cum wasn't drying though, nor even seeming to loose its heat as it dripped down onto the male's skin and caused the bedding to cling to his writhing, trembling body. Michael had never really given much thought to this before, to the sensation of his own cum staining his body. Now he was though, and to his surprise, he was finding it not just pleasant, but immensely gratifying.

"Oh god. God, yes!"

He reached down beneath the sheets at long last, and with his hand and forearm getting immediately stained by thick, sticky seed, wrapped one fist tightly around his throbbing erection. He tilted it upward, pointing the dribbling tip of his arousal up the length of his torso, and grunted in joy when it soon began to spray and pulse again, shooting thick strings of cum all over his stomach and smooth, firm chest. His hand squeezed his cock tightly, and his fingers rubbed, stroked, squeezed at individual sweet spots, turning already hyper intense orgasmic pleasure into a whole new kind of ecstasy. Those little touches, those teasing caresses from his fingers made all the difference, and if before his cum had been abundant, now it became a torrent. A flood, unstoppable and wholly unmanageable even by the man provoking each hot, slick wave.

Stroking himself, masturbating as he writhed and climaxed again and again beneath his heavy, dripping, hot and wet cum soaked sheets, Michael moaned and grunted in increasingly shameless delight. It was less and less about the simple fact he was unable to keep from cumming, and more about the fact he was thrashing and cumming in the already hot, wet embrace of all the orgasmic essence that had come before those sensations currently surging through him. He pushed his body up against the wet, cum-soaked sheets. He gurgled in helpless euphoria as he pulled his hand off his cock and used the other hand, outside of the bedding, to wrap the hot, sodden blankets around his still spurting erection once more. He humped and writhed against the sticky pools and soaked blankets formed from his own cum, and with every desperate cry added more and more, ensuring that the next orgasm would be even hotter, wetter, and more deliciously slick all around him.

Michael's bed had always been a place of peace and comfort for him. He always delighted in going to bed at the end of the day, whether or not that included any masturbation or other such sexual activity. But this... this was a whole new level of comfort. Of indulgent relaxation, however stimulating it might also have been. He felt his cum glistening and clinging to his skin. He felt it dripping down onto him after each new spurt sprayed the blankets and found them saturated to capacity. He squeezed at the blanket with his free hand, and felt his fingers coming away soaked. He inhaled, and was overwhelmed by the rich scent of his own seed. It was all so warm. So lewd. So debauched, but so strangely comforting too.

Right now, the human male hoped he would never again have to leave this bed. He hoped these feelings would never stop, and that the cum soaking his blanket and his body would remain as hot and wet as it currently was in perpetuity.

"Yes..."

He gurgled happily, overjoyed each and every time another orgasm erupted from within him, and another virile load of his seed was added to the hot, sticky puddle in which he lay. And as he did so, he thought about something. Something which, as blank and hazy with pleasure as his mind was in that moment, seemed to suddenly consume his every waking desire, except of course for the need to keep on cumming.

If one bottle of the water he'd drunk could do all this... then imagine how amazing it would feel, how incredible it would be, to actually drink from the source directly.

He moaned, and grinned to himself as he rubbed his cock, felt its length strain and pulsate, and began to cum hard all over again.

Michael needed to visit the source. It called to him... it needed him, and soon, as soon as he could tear himself from this bed and formulate a plan to do so, he would make it happen.

"Oh... ooohhhh god, please..."

Not that he was in any huge hurry, of course.

By Jeeves