A straight guy at an all-boys school

Jason's cock was throbbing in his pants.

It had been hard as a rock when he got up this morning, and he could hardly think straight until his roommate left and he could rub one out. It didn't take very long, but it was one of the most satisfying orgasms he'd had ever had and he nearly overflowed the sock he came into.

Now, just a couple hours later, he was sitting there in the back of Mr. Gordon's health class with another raging boner.

There was absolutely no reason for it; there were no girls students at Woodcreek, and he definitely wasn't getting turned on by the guys in his class. The lesson wasn't even about sex-ed -- they were learning about the circulatory system. Nevertheless, his dick was so impossibly hard that it felt like it might just explode inside the dress pants of his school uniform.

He tried all his usual tricks: mental math, sad puppies, even rotten roadkill. Nothing even made a dent. It was to the point now that his head and crotch were both starting to ache. If he didn't get some relief soon, he might actually pass out. He couldn't believe he was about to do this...

He raised his hand, but it was a few minutes before Mr. Gordon turned around to see it.

"Yes, Jas--"

"CANIPLEASEGOTOTHEBATHROOM???"

"Well," Mr. Gordon held back a chuckle, "since it's clearly an emergenc--"

"THANKYOUSIR!"

Jason leapt to his feet and tried to bolt out the door, but the sudden change made his head and legs go woozy. He was on the floor before he even realized he was falling. In a series of groggy flashes, he saw his classmates gathered around him, then Mr. Gordon kneeling over him, and finally a glorious release of pressure before he passed out completely

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Jason woke up on a hard, plastic-covered mattress with fluorescent lights in his eyes. The air was cold, and he thought he felt a draft on his... wait...

He bolted upright, and he was indeed naked from the waist down. His ball sack, now that he looked at it, seemed a little bigger than usual. Maybe it was swollen? Should he see a doctor?

Speaking of doctors, that was when someone walked into the room. It was Mr. Gordon -- in addition to teaching health, he was also the school nurse. Jason was in the nurse's office.

"You gave us all quite a scare, Jason!" Mr. Gordon smiled kindly. "How are you feeling?"

"Cold..." Jason grumbled, covering his crotch with his hands.

"Come now," the older man pulled the student's hands away and started gently prodding at his testes, "there's no use worrying about modesty anymore. Not with your condition."

"M-my condition...? What are you talking about?"

Mr. Gordon took a slow breath before pulling up a seat and turning to look Jason in the eye. "You're an EDP, Jason. Ejaculation Dependent. We talked about them in our reproduction unit, remember?"

Jason nodded. He remembered thinking that it sounded like a fucking dream. Free license to fuck any hot girl he wanted so long as he came once every three hours? Who wouldn't love that! But after the close call he'd just had, maybe it wasn't all cunts and daisies after all...

"So, those massive erections I've been having... I'll keep having them?"

"You will, I'm afraid. The discomfort usually begins about two or two-and-a-half hours after the patient's last ejaculation, and if you continue to abstain until the three hour mark you condition will be fatal. There is no cure, as you know, but the treatment is straightforward. In fact, I've just come from the headmaster's office; he's agreed to allow you some special accommodations to ensure you get that treatment as often as you need it."