The better question is, how long can he keep from cumming? Spoiler alert: not long at all.

Of course, Lenny was currently thinking about other matters. He had his dick inserted into one of two partners for the night, specifically the one he hadn’t yet cum inside of. But at the rate things were going, that would change soon. After all, Cheryl’s inside were massaging his length something fierce, and that stimulation was pulling his train of thought in a different direction than his current concerns about how his cum tasted. In short, he was finding it difficult to hold back.

So he didn’t.

“C-Cumming…!” he moaned, about a half-second before feeling the woman on top of him slam all the way down into his throbbing cock, as she shoved it the deepest it could go. Which, considering the cervix he felt his tip touch ever so slightly, was evidently pretty fucking deep.

“Yes…! Give me that warmth…!” she screeched, tongue flopping as her eyes crossed. It was almost like one of his Japanese hentais.

Leonard could feel the extremely tight space around his member get marginally tighter, in the sense that every free space within Cheryl’s caverns was rapidly being occupied by a scalding white sauce of his own creation. It dripped through the gaps of their union of flesh, staining the white sheets whiter and covering Lenny’s pelvis in a substance not dissimilar to mixed yogurt.

“How… do I have so much…?” he mused, as his battered mind tried to focus again on the problem that eluded him, one that was oddly still related to his semen. He wouldn’t get very far.

As his last partner’s body was rendered limp from the intense orgasm that rocked her perceptions, Leonard’s other partner for the evening gently set her ostensible girlfriend (or was it ex-girlfriend?) down on the bed to recover, saying “Round 3, milknuts. Let’s see if I can’t drain you dry…!” as she licked her lips.

Leonard gulped.

“… y-you guys okay…?” he asked, as for what would be the last time of the evening his bedmates were fresh off of the orgasm-train. Both Cheryl and Ann were almost motionless on the cum-soaked bed, male and female, and to his eyes it looked like they were doing their best Yamcha impressions. Or maybe it was Peter Griffin after falling down? They were very fatigued, was the long and short of it.

“How… can you still… have any gas left in the tank…!?” Ann garbled, her face completely pressed into the bed’s covers.

“This is a first… no one’s… outlasted both of us before…!” Cheryl coughed, in much the same position as her on-again-off-again partner.

“O-Oh, so you’re both d-done…?” Leonard confirmed. “C-Cool, that’s fine…” In truth his dick was still almost uncomfortably hard, but with some time it’d settle down. Probably.

The pair of women marked the second time he’d outlasted a sexual partner in terms of stamina. Ann only could continue until she vaginally came a couple more times, and Cheryl only had just the one left in her. They tried to get back upright, but evidently the act of experiencing an orgasm was proving a great drain on their ability to move under their own power.

“Holy shit, you’re still that hard…!? What the hell have you been eating…!?” Ann gasped when she saw his still rock-hard cock, after forcefully flipping her torso with what had turned out to be the remains of her physical stamina.

“… oh right, the cauldrons. This morning I healed for, I think, 6000 LP…? It’s probably how I kept Erica like her usual non-Berserker self but came out unsatisfied. Maybe that’s the reason for the taste? Pineapple juice can make cum taste good, so a healing potion probably does something similar.” It was shocking how easily it all fit together. It also explained why the two women combined couldn’t beat Erica’s highest record of 12 cumshots coaxed from his dick in a row (a record set earlier that day before they had to leave for work), only reaching about seven or eight including the mutual orgasms from when they had his member inserted.

That was all realized within the confines of his mind, though. On the outside, he just said “I-I dunno, maybe I’m s-special. H-Hey, I have an idea.” as he tried pulling the two profoundly tired women such that their fronts were no longer underneath them.