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Chapter 2 by Coppernicous Coppernicous

Does he jerk off or go to school

Let's wake up first...

Wolfram was a man with a problem.

Well, multiple problems, really, but they all shared the same cause. Generally.

He took a deep breath. His alarm had gone off a (maybe) few minutes ago and he flopped onto his back after silencing it. It was time to face the music, he decided. Tossing the sheets aside and keeping his eyes closed, he moved over to the edge of his mattress, paused, then pushed himself to stand.

After slipping off the sheets, his enormous dick and balls tumbled into open air and slowly settled against his body.

These were his problems.

His dick, a behemoth in its own right. Shy of two feet long flaccid, four and a quarter inches wide; two-foot-three and five-and-a-half when erect. Always seemed like it was a mildly risqué glance away from springing to life and stubbornly refused to quiet down unless attended to. Many an hour were lost trying to get this beast to calm down in the non-obvious way.

His balls, the real troublemakers behind this whole operation. No man was a stranger to feeling blue-balled, of being backed up with cum. No man was more familiar with the sensation of their testes literally being backed up with cum. Hanging like basketballs when fully emptied, they had no other desire than to churn out vast quantities of cum- waking up in the morning with two gallons of spunk all ready to go was what he considered a quiet night.

And it wasn't that he'd ever woken up having had a wet dream overnight. No, that would have been rude for them to release while he wasn't conscious to enjoy it! They were far more content to store and stockpile at all times of the day, backing him up and swelling until he got the chance to clear it all out.

Clearly, puberty did not leave Wolfram untouched. At the very least, it helped dust up the other parts of him quite nicely. The little acne he had cleared up quickly, his muscles bulked up nicely and readily, and he easily towered over his peers.

Wolfram sighed and ran a hand over his face. Right, what time was it? What did he need to do this morning?

Well, what time is it? What does he need to do?

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