Thomas Rivers, 21, Average Nerd

Thomas began to wake from his dream, reveling in the last dregs of his nighttime fantasy. Something about being at the beach with some hot anime girls. In fact, he could still feel the warm seawater on his body.

Wait. "Shit!"

He jolted up in bed, shocked awake by the embarrassment of having a wet dream for the first time since he was 17. Not that he had any real sex life other than his hand, but he prefers to be awake and able to cause minimal mess while pleasuring himself.

Two things became apparent as the fog lifted from Thomas's brain. One, he just put his hands in something sticky. He had an idea of what that might be, but as he pulled off the sodden covers, the main thing he noticed was that he is still cumming. It isn't pleasurable, but it doesn't hurt at all. Honestly it feels more like pissing than anything.

"Okay Thomas, focus. You woke up a minute ago and haven't been able to stop cumming since. No big deal, this could happen to anyone, right?"

...

"Who am I kidding, this is not normal. I should be dehydrated to hell and run out of sperm long ago!"

Thomas pulled himself out of bed with a sickening squelch, now pattering the floor with cum as he heads to the bathroom of his small apartment to check himself out in the mirror. He also needs to shower off the drying cum from his body.

Thomas looks the same as ever, minus his hard cock splashing cum into the sink. Same shaggy brown hair, same face, and same out-of-shape body, albeit coated in a bit more semen than usual. Even his cock looks normal on the surface, being his usual fully erect length of 6 inches.

Exiting the shower, he noticed that some letters had appeared in the foggy mirror.

HOSTS WILL ACCOMMODATE

"So now I've got ghosts in my bathroom? The fuck does this mean? I really am losing it today, aren't I?" Thomas muttered, toweling himself off and avoiding the stream as much as he could. "I should see a doctor about this though, if nothing else to get a note for a few days off work until I figure this out."

Thomas managed to put on some shorts without dirtying them by letting his dick hang out of the open zipper. He knew socks would be a bad idea until whatever magic ghost was making him cum and writing on his mirror decides to haunt someone else, so he dug out his sandals and put them on.

Now he just has to run dick first down the block to the emergency clinic. It was early enough still that not many people will be out, but Thomas knows some of the backstreets that will have even less chance for people to witness his infinite ejaculation.