Sara's Newest Patient Pt. 01

Sara's fingers expertly caressed Adam's perineum, stimulating the delicate area just above his anus. Amelia moved closer, her gaze rapt on the scene playing out before her. Her fingers still gripped Adam's shaft. She held the empty beaker firmly below his cock head, eagerly awaiting the first spurt.

Her gaze met Sara's, full of anticipation and excitement. Sara smiled and nodded her approval. Without warning, the dam burst open. Adam's entire body jolted, his head thrown back as his member convulsed wildly. The first spurt of hot liquid shot out with a high-pitched gush, hitting the beaker with a resounding splash, almost knocking it out of Amelia's hand.

"Shit!" she yelped, but maintained control of the glass container. "One," counted Amelia. "Sorry," she apologized with flush cheeks.

Adam's body twitched violently, his eyes rolling back into his head as another wave of semen followed, pumping even more forcefully into the waiting container.

"Two," Amelia continued. Sara and Amelia held their positions, absorbing the visual display before them. Amelia couldn't help but grin, impressed by the sheer volume and force of semen shooting forth from Adam's engorged penis.

The next spurt was even more powerful and creamy, audibly splashing against the side of the glass container.

"Three!" said Amelia, excitement tinging her voice. The sound of Amelia's voice counting his contractions excited Adam further as he continued to pump his seed into the jar.  "Four, five, six," exclaimed Amelia. She watched intently as his ejaculation seemed to intensify, each spurt becoming stronger and thicker.

"Seven," Amelia counted breathlessly, her own body tingling with desire. Sara's fingers pressed firmly against Adam's perineum, now sliding back and forth against his pulsating anus, maintaining control while simultaneously teasing him with her touch. Amelia's grip on his penis tightened, ensuring it wouldn't slip from her grasp. She leaned in closer, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of Adam's orgasm, coupled with the proximity of her coworker, only served to heighten her arousal. "Eight, nine, ten," she continued, her voice getting louder with incredulity. Adam's orgasm showed no signs of slowing.

Each spurt became increasingly potent, pushing the limits of what was thought possible. Amelia struggled to maintain her grip on his penis, feeling the immense power coursing through it. Her body was awash with desire, her breasts swelling with arousal. Sara's expert touch continued to work wonders on Adam's body, causing him to writhe in ecstasy. Their combined efforts had created a scene of pure eroticism, a cacophony of sensual pleasures.

The room reverberated with their labored breaths, the beaker now filled to the halfway point with Adam's rich, milky ejaculate. Amelia's gaze remained transfixed on the captivating display, her body yearning for relief.

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen," Amelia counted. Her eyes were wide with amazement. The fifteenth spurt erupted and Amelia had lost focus on the position of the beaker. She felt a burst of warmth as Adam's semen splashed against her fingers holding the jar. Amelia shuttered with ecstasy, her gaze devouring the display of Adam's hot cream on her hand. She quickly moved the container back into position as he kept ejaculating. Sara and Amelia could smell the aroma of fresh, young semen filling the room, salty-sweet and delicious.

"Nineteen, twenty," she counted, her mind reeling with lust. At this point, Adam had filled the container to three-quarters. If he kept this up, he would fill up the entire 100 mL container. Amelia smiled greedily, secretly hoping he would.

Adam moaned as his penis continued to shoot stream after stream of his white essence. As the semen continued to pump out, Amelia's hands began to tremble with anticipation. Her own arousal reached a fever pitch, her body aching for release. She knew that she would have to relieve herself in private after this encounter.

Sara stood mesmerized by the raw, animalistic power of her son. She watched his body twitch in pleasure. The scientific side of her brain wandered to the physiological aspect of this moment. She could picture his seminal vesicles, pumping in unison, followed by his swollen prostate continuing to purge semen into his ejaculatory ducts. His strong pelvic floor and penis muscles, rhythmically contracting, pumping her son's warm seed out of his swollen, pink head. She sat in awe, watching her son's cock close up, spurting so much semen. Ever so slightly, Sara allowed her thumb to penetrate her son's anus. She could feel it tightening and releasing with each orgasmic contraction. It was so adorable, she thought. The sensation brought a smile to her face.

At that moment, Sara realized that she adored her son's semen! Everything about it. She watched, mesmerized, as her son's swollen member continued pumping into the deep pool of white cream. It was her own creation, after all. The culmination of years of nurturing and care. It represented life, potential, and passion -- all rolled into one glorious fluid. This was her child's gift to her, his way of expressing his love and gratitude. She wanted every drop. She wanted to see it, study it, feel it.

At that moment, all reason and professional boundaries dissolved as she imagined her mouth around her son's engorged head, drawing out his semen like a sacred elixir. With each spurt, she could almost taste the richness on her tongue, savoring the essence of her creation.

Sara couldn't remember the last time she had felt this aroused, this primal urge surging through her body. She knew she needed to release this pent-up energy, this overflowing wellspring of desire. But how? How could she possibly satisfy this craving?

Amelia, caught up in the moment, could hardly believe her eyes. She marveled at the strength and endurance of Adam's orgasm, her hands quivering as she gripped the beaker tighter. "Twenty-eight, twenty-nine," she continued breathlessly. Her eyes drifted back to her cum covered fingers, creating a shiver of excitement.

Amelia too was struck by the ferocity of her patient's ejaculation, her heart racing as she held onto his rigid, throbbing member. They both found themselves transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before them, their bodies humming with arousal.

Sara finally broke the spell, her voice soft yet commanding. "Go ahead and get another beaker, Amelia. This one is almost full." She didn't want to waste the valuable liquid. 

"It's okay," Adam gasped. "I'm almost done."

Adam's voice was low and raspy, his body quaking with the final spasms of orgasm. Sara looked at the beaker, which was now nearly full. Amelia fetched another glass container, carefully securing it beneath Adam's penis. She then moved to place the filled beaker on the counter beside the bed.

Adam's orgasm finally began to subside, though his breaths came in rapid, heavy gasps.

"Thirty-four!" exclaimed Amelia. The second beaker had only caught five spurts of Adam's semen, which was still more than the average ejaculation. "Wow!" she said "Impressive!"

Amelia couldn't hide her admiration for Adam's stamina. He was truly a specimen. His body was covered in sweat, his chest heaving with exertion. "Thank you," he managed to croak, still trying to catch his breath. Sara reached over to gently pat his shoulder, her eyes full of pride and concern. "You should see a doctor immediately," she told him, laughing out loud.

Sara walked over to her desk, where the two beakers of semen waited. Adam started to get dressed again. Sara brought the full beaker up to eye level. "About...98mL, Amelia." Amelia grabbed her clipboard and pen, quickly annotating the volume. Sara put down the first beaker and picked up the second one. "And this one...35mL. Good grief, honey!" she said, looking at her son. "Nice job!"

"Don't forget this!" exclaimed Amelia, holding up her semen-drenched fingers. "That's probably another 5mL by itself!" She laughed.

Dr. Morgan complimented her son with a proud smile. Adam blushed slightly, his cheeks turning red. "Thanks, mom...I mean, Dr. Morgan." He responded, clearly embarrassed, trying to maintain a more professional atmosphere. Sara turned towards Amelia. "That was quite an impressive experience you just witnessed, Amelia. This would make for a great case study."

Amelia grinned, her face flushed with excitement. "It was incredible, Dr. Morgan. I've never seen anything like it before." She admitted, unable to contain her fascination. Dr. Morgan nodded knowingly, her expression serious but understanding.

"Well, we should certainly consider this a unique case, Amelia. There aren't many medical professionals who can say they've witnessed something like this." She paused for a moment, considering the implications of Adam's condition. "Of course, your assistance during the examination was crucial, and I appreciate it. Go ahead and finish up and take Adam's semen down to the lab, please." Amelia couldn't help but feel a thrill at being praised by Dr. Morgan, her face flushing with excitement once more.

"Thank you, Dr. Morgan. I'll take them right away." Sara offered Amelia a small smile, conveying appreciation for her discretion and competence. Amelia gently placed the caps on the containers of semen and filled out the labels.

As the three of them prepared to leave the office, Sara couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and concern for her son.

Despite his unique condition, she knew that Adam was strong and resilient. They would find a way to manage his hyperspermia and continue living a healthy, fulfilling life.

They all gathered their belongings, stepping out into the hallway. Adam felt a bit sheepish about the whole episode, but he couldn't deny the sense of accomplishment he felt. His mother's approval warmed his heart, despite her odd commentary on his sexual performance. Meanwhile, Amelia eagerly accepted her role as a key player in this bizarre scenario.

On the drive home, Sara excitedly replayed the events of the day, mentally cataloguing her newfound knowledge of her son's condition. The sight of Adam's extraordinary orgasm had left her hungry for more education on this rare condition. Upon arriving home, she took out her trusty laptop and searched online for documented cases of hyperspermia.

After hours of research, she discovered numerous articles discussing various causes and treatments for excessive semen production. These ranged from medications and surgical procedures to alternative therapies involving diet changes and stress management techniques. Some even mentioned using frequent ejaculation to help alleviate the discomfort. Sara didn't fancy the idea of Adam undergoing surgery or being put on medication. Diet changes were something she could work with and coming up with a regular schedule for ejaculation seemed the most logical choice. For most men suffering from hyperspermia in these articles and blogs, frequent ejaculation seemed most effective in reducing the buildup of semen within their bodies. It appeared that many of them had decided to embrace their condition and enjoy the many benefits of producing excess semen.

Sara yawned and closed her laptop, stretching her arms over her head. "I'll talk to Adam about our treatment plan when he gets home," she said to herself. Standing up and stretching one more time, she retreated to her bedroom.